The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"Who is it?" Zhao Feng only felt that the person in front of him looked familiar. He hadn't seen him for a thousand years, so he didn't realize who he was.

After he caught a glimpse of the imprint of flames between Xiao Su's eyebrows by accident, he opened his eyes wide in an instant: "Mo, Mo Zun Xiao Su?!"

Upon hearing Xiao Su's name, the surroundings quickly fell silent.

All the guests present turned their heads and looked towards Xiao Su's direction.

In a short period of time, Xiao Su's name was continuously read from other people's mouths, with hatred and resentment, fear and anxiety.

"Xiao Su, you're not dead?!"

"What are you doing here?"

"Is it really Xiao Su, the devil?"

Xiao Su listened to the words from the surroundings one after another, watched them take out their weapons one by one vigilantly, and didn't pay attention to them at all, still looking comfortable.

He threw the wine glass back on the table, and the copperware collided with the porcelain bowl, making a particularly crisp sound.

"I heard that the Zhao family and the Li family are married, and they invited elders and disciples from thirteen sects in the world of cultivating immortals to participate."

As Xiao Su said, there was an inexplicable smile between his handsome eyebrows: "So this deity also came to see, and congratulated by the way."

"Evil, who cares about your congratulations! You killed innocent people indiscriminately, stained countless blood on your hands, and harmed many mortal children in the world!" Zhao Feng drew his sword and pointed it at Xiao Su, his face full of anger, "Why do you have the face to appear here? How could you have the face to face the elders in the world of cultivating immortals at the Zhao family's banquet!"

"My hands are not stained with as much blood as yours." Xiao Su replied, while pulling Zhao Yan, who was stunned beside him, behind him, so as not to hurt him with the broken sword.

"Nonsense!" Li Xiu took out his weapon whisk and glared at Xiao Su, "Who doesn't know that Mo Xiu has done a lot of evil and is hated by the world?"

"Three thousand demon cultivators, three thousand disciples. The older ones are only a thousand years old, and the younger ones have just learned to walk..." The smile in Xiao Su's eyes slowly faded, replaced by wanton killing intent.

He spread out his palm, and the spell turned into a raging fire, burning in his palm: "They, because they didn't practice the so-called righteous way, were burned by you as aliens.

To kill all the devil cultivators in the world, heh... what a strangulation, what a raging fire!

You tell me, have you ever seen these demons committing crimes with your own eyes, have you ever seen them disturb the peace of the human world?

Who is the devil and who is the Tao?You rubbish, are you worthy of praise? "

"People who cultivate demons do not follow evil paths, but they are all disasters!" Zhao Feng retorted, "Xiao Su, the world of cultivating immortals is in turmoil due to your existence, and you still don't know your mistakes!"

"Disaster?" Xiao Su's eyes were instantly filled with black mist, and the surrounding area was full of evil spirits, "Yes, this deity is indeed the first disaster that the demon cultivator has existed so far.

But how can the scourge be enough?Now this deity is kind enough to let you experience what it means to be angry with both humans and gods, and what is a real demon! "

He slapped Zhao Feng who was closest to him with his palm, before Zhao Feng had time to react, the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

The black fire spread around Zhao Feng's chest, the smell of burnt clothes, flesh, mixed with Zhao Feng's screams, filled the room.

"Brother Zhao, Brother Zhao!" Li Xiu turned pale with shock, he wanted to get close to Zhao Feng but couldn't, he wanted to help put out the fire but he couldn't do anything.He turned to look at Xiao Su angrily, "Xiao Su, you are so cruel, you must die!"

"Tsk, how can you say that, this deity also learned from you."

After Xiao Su returned, his hair was slightly hanging in the air, and the demon's spiritual power exploded around him instantly with a vicious aura visible to the naked eye.

The turbulent air rolled, and the boundless heat wave invaded everyone present.

In Zhao Yan's eyes, Zhao Feng's figure that disappeared in an instant was reflected, and he was so shocked that he stood there and forgot to move.

At the same time, everyone picked up their weapons and aimed at Xiao Su.

Xiao Su wrapped Zhaoyan's waist with one hand, and led him into the air, avoiding the attack of Fuchen and the wounding sword energy.

Zhao Yan hugged Xiao Su tightly in fear, and lay on his shoulder to hide his face.

"Look carefully." Xiao Su even had time to tease Zhao Yan, "Look at how this deity burns, kills and captives, and ignores 'human life."

"Don't..." Zhaoyan shook his head, his beautiful almond eyes immediately filled with tears, his frightened expression was like a frightened rabbit, "I'm afraid..."

"But I want you to see it." Between Xiao Su's lips, countless charms hung in the air.

After they ignited spontaneously in everyone's eyes, they turned into black mist mixed with sparks and attacked everyone.

The person who was attacked immediately let out a scream, and was burned into countless black charred human skeletons in the blink of an eye, and then turned into ashes and fell.

As soon as the wind blows, it dissipates.

"I don't want to watch." Zhaoyan shook his head desperately, the voices around him were too harsh and shrill, he dared not listen.

"The death of the elders and first disciples of the thirteen sects is tantamount to exterminating the sect." Xiao Su watched the surrounding burning houses fall little by little, and his tone became agitated, "You are the only witness of today's events, why don't you Can you not watch it."

Zhao Yan's frail body trembled pitifully under Xiao Su's words, he clenched the instigator's clothes tightly, and his heartbeat began to numb due to the huge blow.

He stubbornly continued to resist with red eyes: "No, I don't want to..."

Xiao Su regretted, "Puppet, there are fewer animals in the world of cultivating immortals, it's a pity you can't be happy about it."

Zhaoyan stopped answering.

He didn't know the relationship between Xiao Su and those people, but he watched that person die in front of his eyes just now, and couldn't help feeling extremely distressed at the loss of life in his heart.

When you die, there is nothing...

2000 years of non-stop practice, although Xiao Su was not able to cross the catastrophe and become an immortal, it is easy to deal with these immortal cultivators who are still in the out-of-body and distracted stage.

The houses in the yard collapsed one by one.

The word "Xi" on the window curled up and turned into ashes little by little.

The fire that covered the sky and the sun was still burning on people's bodies, and their figures fell one by one. Most of them died in a hurry without even a chance to make a move.

Xiao Su's eyes staring at all this slowly fell silent.

"Daddy, Daddy!"

A hurried female voice mixed with hurried footsteps came from the burning house.

The owner of the voice seemed to have smoked too much, and the tone was extremely hoarse.

Zhaoyan turned his head to look over.

Wearing a red wedding dress, Zhao Qing staggered towards the place where the most soot piled up together with Li Jie, who was seriously injured for protecting Zhao Qing from Xiao Su's evil spirit.

She searched for a week with red eyes, but she didn't see Zhao Feng.

Zhao Qing couldn't stand and knelt down on the ground, rubbing her hands in the hot ashes, trying in vain to find traces belonging to Zhao Feng.

"Brother Li, why is there a fire here?" Zhao Qing turned to grab Li Jie's sleeve, eyes full of pain and despair, "Why are they all gone? Daddy is gone too..."

Li Jie wiped away the blood from his lips, and raised his eyes to look in the direction where Xiao Su was.

Zhao Qing followed his gaze and looked over, confused and then shocked: "Xiao... Su..."

"Yo, I missed two." Xiao Su's eyes swept over Li Jie, presumably the other party's realm has reached a perfect fit, so he can slightly resist his fire.

"Xiao Su, it was you who killed my father!" Zhao Qing stood up tremblingly with Li Jie's support. She pulled out the whip from her waist and roared tearfully, "I want your life!"

Li Jie grabbed Zhao Qing, and still stared at Xiao Su: "Qing'er, don't go there, you can't beat him."

"So you know what retribution is." Xiao Su grinned, but his handsome face was terribly gloomy, "I thought you didn't know what karma is, what is retribution."

[The author has something to say: The level setting of this article:

Realm of cultivators from low to high: Foundation Establishment, Consecration, Fusion, Heartbeat, Golden Elixir, Nascent Soul, Out of Body, Distraction, Fusion, Cave Void, Mahayana, Crossing Tribulation

Cultivators become immortals after successfully crossing the tribulation. I won’t mention the level of immortality, it’s not important, just show your teeth.

The realm of demon cultivators is from low to high: Qi gathering, body refining, condensing essence, desire, devouring, magic baby, leaving the body, leaving consciousness, combining, breaking the void, Mahayana, and crossing the catastrophe.

Furnaces are divided into grades: low, medium, and high. The better the furnace, the stronger the ability of the pickers to improve their cultivation. The lifespan is short, and those who like to get close to the pickers. 】