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Red blooms filled the entire space, and all the fireballs were shot out by the mirror, igniting the bamboo forests everywhere.

The heat wave lifted Hechi's hair and brought him back to consciousness.

It's really ridiculous that after all these years, I would still be distracted by someone else's words.

This sneer was heard by Jing Guan who was blocking the front. He tilted his head slightly and said: "Are you stunned? Hurry up and do your best." He was slightly panting due to exertion while speaking.

Hechi's eyes fell on Jingguan, thinking that the group of people Ruan Gui met was really strange. He would believe them wholeheartedly as long as he accepted one person. He really didn't understand.

He Chi, who has been playing tricks on monsters all year round, doesn't understand why this generation of human cultivators are so arrogant, even though he is obviously a monster. A monster that even his biological father hates.

Humans and demons have different paths, why do you believe in yourself so much?

With this in mind, he also asked.

"Why?" Hechi twisted his hand, and the fox behind him swung his tail. As his handprints formed, the whole space flipped, the moon hung high, and behind Hechi was a huge wave ten feet high, "We obviously just We've known each other for less than a day." Why do you believe me so much?

When they first met, the person who only watched him fight with the wolf demon, why did he dare to give his back to him now.

"Huh?" Jingguan held the long stick and swept it forward, knocking the fireball in front of him back and knocking away the fireball behind him. He thought about it and smiled, "I don't know what you have experienced before. It has nothing to do with me. .”

Everyone has an unspeakable past, and Jingguan has no interest in exploring their privacy.

"Actually, I have known them for many years. Don't think that I am a generation older than them just because that boy Jingliu calls them senior brother."

Jing Liu is Jing Guan's nephew. Based on his seniority, Jing Liu should call Yun Ci and others his uncle, but Jing Liu feels that he is not as affectionate as his senior brother or sister.

Jingguan didn't care about this and just let her go.

Yun Ci only came to prominence this year, so Jing Guan and Yun Ci have not known each other for a long time. At most, they have discussed each other before.

The chiefs of the other four sects are familiar to each other, and they have a clear understanding of their previous virtues. Although they are familiar with each other on weekdays, their relationship is not that good.

When we met again this year, I suddenly felt that these four people had become more humane.

Wen Yin knew that he had been catching and sparring with him every day before, and he had practiced his sword so recklessly and alone, as if he wanted to block his opponent's life all by himself.

Xi Xingyuan doesn't like to go out on weekdays, but the rumors about him and the Xi family are known to the world, and he is also arrogant.

There were no rumors about Jipeng and Zhong Changxu, and they held the position of chiefs of their sects.

"Those boys are usually not so easy to trust one person. If I really want to say it, maybe it's because this new class has a good talent."

A little female cultivator who had only appeared for half a year had suddenly become the center of everyone's attention. The other four people believed in her so much that they seemed to think they could succeed in anything with her.

Even Wen Yinzhi, who lives alone, can cooperate with her very well.

After thinking about it in the mirror, in just a few meetings, he indeed discovered that this girl Yun Ci seemed to be confident in everything she did, as if nothing could hold her back.

She is clearly just a little girl in her early twenties, but she is smarter than those older people.

"Yun Ci," Jing Guan put the long stick on his shoulder and came to the conclusion, "It's the little girl playing with the sword. If you feel that our cultivation is different from what you imagined, maybe it's because she is there. ."

"Because she's here, we don't care."

He doesn't care whether he is in trouble or good, he doesn't care whether his teammates are worthy of his trust, and he doesn't care whether his next step will be successful.

Because Yunci is there.

She always has the confidence to protect those around her and infect those around her with her enthusiasm. Along with her, she always feels that she should make progress as fast as her to keep up with her pace.

When fighting with her, she can always keep up with the rhythm quickly. Even though we have only known each other for a short time, it seems that we have been comrades who have been fighting together for many years.

Under Hechi's control, huge waves rolled over their heads, and the tide washed through the bamboo forest.

Hechi also thought of Yun Ci, who was witty and capable. Just thinking of her name seemed to have endless energy.

"But is it worth it for her to carry such a heavy burden?" Hechi asked, "Isn't it bad to let her carry all the weight alone?"

Amidst the sound of waves and the caressing of bamboo leaves, Jingguan smiled and added: "I think it's because the burden on the little girl's shoulders is too heavy, so they work so hard and want to share it."

Even he, a monk who has no worldly aspirations, wanted to make progress quickly after sparring with her once, lest he couldn't see her moves clearly the next time they meet again.

As the tide gradually dissipated, Jingguan placed the stick across his chest again: "This intermittent spiritual energy, guess whether she did it?"

Hechi said nothing.

Many extremely thin and long bamboo leaves were thrown out of the water waves, breaking through the water waves. The air formed an arc at the tip and flew towards the two of them quickly.

Jing Guan held the stick in both hands, and when he turned his wrist, the long stick was thrown out in front of his chest to form a barrier. The nine relics opened their mouths, and the air waves swayed from the perimeter of the barrier, completely covering the two of them.

The long stick that was as tall as one person was swung by him like a wall firmly blocking them in front of them.

The bamboo trees bent back by the tide swung back one after another, and the bamboo flies flew towards the two of them with the swing of the bamboo poles.

The jade flute was placed beside his mouth, and a melodious tone sounded.

The surrounding bamboo leaves turned into countless bows and arrows amid the sound of the flute, and were shot at the two of them.

And Zhu Hui also gathered his energy in his hand and pressed against Jing Guan's stick.

Hechi hurriedly twisted it, and the three-tailed fox behind him turned into a ball of white mist and scattered on the ground. It spread quickly and turned into countless igniting flames, blocking all the incoming arrows.

Foxfire cannot be extinguished once it is touched.

Now all three of them are in the ring of fire.

Zhuhui turned the flute in his hand, and a sharp dagger emerged from the tip. He aimed his long arm at the mirror in front of him and swung it.

The stick was still being resisted by the spiritual energy condensed from the bamboo. He threw the stick forward with his left hand and leaned back to avoid the dagger coming towards his face. The end of the long stick was thrown by him and he still held the top of the stick with his right hand. , chop diagonally upward.

The bamboo flew up and was level with the long stick in the air, and then kicked towards the stick.

Changing the direction of the stick, the man also spun rapidly in the air, his finger slightly tapped the flute body, and the dagger blade, which was originally only one finger long, suddenly stretched forward a foot.

As he turned around, the dagger was pointed at Jing Guan again.

The sharp blade stabbed downwards. Jing Guan, who was leaning back, followed the direction of the stick and softened his knees. He quickly rolled on the ground several times, dodging several consecutive stabs from the bamboo stick that had already stood firm.

The dirt hit Jingguan's face as the dagger was pulled out.

Finally, Zhu Hui held down the flute body with his backhand, aimed at the face of Jingguan next to him, and pressed down the dagger inserted into the ground.

The sound of a sharp sword piercing the air arrived just in time. A slender knife blocked the dagger horizontally, and in front of Jing Guan's sight, he flipped the blade violently and pushed the dagger away.

The fox fire also ignited along the air that the knife cut through, igniting the dagger blade.

Bamboo stood up in the light blue flames, turned his wrist, and shot the dagger to the side with the fox fire that was about to burn the flute, igniting a bamboo.

Jingguan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he quickly stood up with the raised stick on the ground.

Zhuhui looked at Hechi who was blocking Jingguan's body, raised his left hand, and his spiritual energy condensed into a green long sword in his hand.

Hechi's weapons were two knives, which he held behind his hands, the bright white blades growing like bone spurs beside his arms.

Long sword versus small knife, as long as Hechi can't get in, Zhuhui can suppress him and hit him.

He Chi was also aware of the suppression between the weapons. He looked at Zhu Hui who was already holding the sword and was about to charge forward, and tightened his grip on the knife.

Just treat him as one more gamble and one more time to believe in human cultivation.

"Monk, block his sword."

Before he finished speaking, the long golden stick set off a ball of flame, sending a heat wave in front of Hechi and blocking Zhu Hui's sword.

Jingguan had already taken action before Hechi made a decision and started fighting with Zhuhui.

It turns out that this monk can cooperate with him well without him having to say anything.

Jingguan in the stick shadow said: "My name is Jingguan, please remember it well."

Hechi smiled when he heard the words, then leaned close to Zhu Hui and waved his arms towards Zhu Hui's chest. The blade of the knife grazed the flute that Zhu Hui was holding in front of his chest, causing sparks to rise up in the air like fighting spirit.

In the fox fire, Hechi raised his hands slightly, released the handle of the knife that was held behind his back, quickly switched hands to hold the knife in the air, raised the flute with one hand, adjusted the blade with the other hand, and sent the knife with the fox fire into Zhu Hui's left chest.

The jade flute passed through Hechi's eyes with a green light, and finally stopped at his Dantian.

"puff--"

Hechi spit out a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth, raised his hand and hit the handle of the knife, and inserted the blade completely into Zhu Hui's chest.

The jade flute penetrated his Dantian and flew out from behind him.

He was holding his wound and was lifted away from the bamboo with a long stick.

The blood-stained flute fell on Zhu Hui's palm, but he did not look at the knife on his chest. He only looked at the injured Hechi: "You don't have a demon pill."

Hechi, who was pushed away by the stick, half-knelt on the ground and vomited a pool of blood.

He heard Zhu Hui laugh: "No wonder he is a half-demon who cannot transform. It turns out that he can't even condense a single demon pill."

Jingguan knew that Hechi couldn't transform, but he didn't expect that Hechi didn't have a demon pill.

He is half-demon and has no demon elixir. How did he practice? Even if you are practicing as a human cultivator, you should still have a golden elixir in your dantian.

Based on Hechi's current state, there should be a spirit in his dantian.

"I can seriously injure you without a demon pill." Hechi spat out another mouthful of blood, and the blood stained his lips, making his appearance even more charming. "A demon pill is nothing, I don't even have the ability to transform into a god."

The penetrating wound in Dantian healed quickly. Hechi raised his sleeves and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, with a stern look on his face: "I can kill you even if you don't have the spirit transformation."

Zhuhui's original plan was to use the flute to pick out the demon elixir in Hechi's body, but he did not expect that Hechi could not even transform into a god.

Hechi's spiritual transformation was shattered by his father's anger when he destroyed his spiritual roots.

It's funny to say that that man could have killed Hechi directly, but he only shattered his spirit transformation and the pain of self-destructing his spiritual roots was nothing.

Hechi didn't believe that his father couldn't do anything to him because of his father-son affection.

It was simply because of Hechi's disobedience that he became so angry that he shattered the avatar as a lesson.

This lesson is painless.

Jing Guan was stunned by these words.

Without the golden elixir, human beings cannot continue to practice, and without spiritual transformation, their cultivation level cannot be fully achieved. In severe cases, their cultivation level will even decline.

"You haven't transformed into a god? Then how come you are almost at the combined state?" This was something he couldn't figure out. If it was true as Hechi said, Hechi's current cultivation level should be in Qi refining.

But Hechi's aura was true, he was indeed about to advance.

Hechi sneered and said: "If there is no spirit transformation, there will be nothing. I can still practice from scratch."

He is just a God Transformation. If he can cultivate to the God Transformation state once, he can cultivate it a second time.

Jing Guan frowned and said, "Are you cultivating the Tao of Reincarnation?"

Zhu Hui waved his sleeves and the fox fire that had been burning in his chest was extinguished. He interrupted Hechi: "Do you think the path to reincarnation is everywhere? It's just his good, cowardly mother who gave him a second path after she died. Life."

Hechi's face suddenly changed due to these words, revealing a fox face, and he bared his teeth fiercely at Zhu Hui.

Having hit Hechi's pain point, Zhuhui didn't care and continued to explain Jingguan's doubts: "Although he is only a half-demon, he still has the ability of the fox tribe to cut off his tail to survive."

Hechi's mother is a nine-tailed fox.

Foxes only cultivate a tail every hundred years, but such a tail is not easy to cultivate. A tail saves a life. Before cultivating the Nine-Tails, foxes were weak, with many natural enemies, and thunder caused by leveling up.

All by cutting off a tail in exchange for a life.

Hechi's mother died at the hands of his father. It wasn't that he couldn't beat the man, but he just couldn't do it, so he chose to give his remaining tails to Hechi before she died.

This was a fate-changing choice. The number of tails on Hechi was cut in half, and finally dissipated in the man's hands.

He couldn't even preserve his mother's last existence.

Thinking of this, Hechi's eyes filled with anger: "What qualifications do you have to comment on me, my mother? Why do you say that!"

But Zhu Hui didn't care: "Your mother can't even lay hands on a man, why can't I say anything?" The anger of the fox fire around Yin Hechi continued to rise, and Zhu Hui said word by word in the heat wave, "Your Mother, and you, too."

Hechi rushed forward regardless, shooting fox fire from his hand, but Zhu Hui dodged them one by one.

He hit Hechi on the chest with the jade flute. Before the spiritual energy exploded, he sneered at Hechi and said, "They are just a bunch of useless wild foxes."

A burst of spiritual energy suddenly exploded at the junction where the flute was pressed against his chest, and green light swayed behind Hechi.

Hechi spit out a mouthful of blood and raised his hand to hold the knife on Zhuhui's chest.

The blood was mixed with the fragments of internal organs. He leaned on Zhu Hui's shoulder, holding the wrist of Zhu Hui holding the flute with his bloody hand. He raised his eyelids in disgust: "My mother is the princess of the Fox tribe. She is a thousand-year-old princess." The most dazzling existence of the Laihu clan."

If she were still here, she should be the youngest and most promising leader of the Fox clan.

The hand holding the handle of the knife was slightly firm, and as he spoke, he broke the ribs and picked it out from Zhu Huan's left shoulder: "She just fell in love with the wrong person, you shouldn't say that to her."

His mother just fell in love with the wrong person. She fell in love with a man who had feelings for her but did not dare to say it when her mother asked for marriage.

It was never his mother who was weak.