Su Bian Cultivation World

Heart demon.

Rao had just escaped from a heart demon thunder calamity, and the burning impression still seemed to remain on his body, and Yin Banshi's state of mind at this moment could still be called silent.

It was completely within his expectation that he would face the inner demon calamity...he just didn't expect that there would be two.

The golden thunder light could not be dodged, it struck down, Yin half-dead and half-closed his eyes, there was no futile resistance - the general thunder robbery could still be resisted with magic weapons or by asking Da Neng to help sweep the formation, but the heart demon robbery could not.This kind of lightning calamity is almost pervasive, and it will not return if it does not touch anyone.Unless he can find a monk whose cultivation level is no less than his to take this blow for him, otherwise the Heart Demon Tribulation is almost unstoppable.

All the monks in the world are afraid of demons. Although most of them claim that they can't be broken or established, why let others take the blame for similar things.

Different from the previous lightning calamity that had been accumulated for a long time, this time the golden thunder calamity came fiercely and quickly.Not only did it fall faster than the previous one, but its power did not give way too much. Almost at the moment it was shrouded by the golden light, Yin Banshi trembled all over, and was dragged into the inner demon that seemed like a dream and also a memory.

Before the last bit of self-sustaining consciousness drifted away, Yin Bansi only had one last thought in his mind: Even though this inner demon was within his expectation, there was nothing he could do about it.

After being cramp and stripped to the bone at first, and recovering roughly due to the medicine king tripod in his body, those people quickly helped him find a more suitable one that could replace the medicine king tripod in a certain sense.

They hypocritically called him the Son.

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...Luo Jiujiang saw the content of Yin and half dead demons.

Unlike the last time he only saw Yin Banshi being hit by lightning and falling down, this time the inner demons were completely reflected around Yin Banshi in the form of phantoms. The plot of the incident was clear enough, but the specific details were vague.

Yin Banshi is still suspended.Surrounding him were nearly a hundred solemn and quiet monks, all dressed in the same linen robes, willow sticks and reed straw sandals. The clothes were all of the same size, and their status could only be judged by their standing positions.

The leading middle-aged monk was full of energy. He slammed his stick in his hand and shouted loudly: "Today, all of us, come back in triumph—glory to the Holy Son, pray for blessings!"

The crowd knelt down in darkness.

And in the center of the crowd, the person who was being worshiped and prayed for hope raised his head silently. His bangs on his forehead were a bit too long, and the ends of his hair almost reached his nose. It's a little exposed, but it's not hard to see the sarcasm in it.

Fuck Son of God.Yin Bansi thought, can someone give the "Holy Son" a sip of water.

Probably not, such gatherings would drag on for a very long time every time. Unfortunately, in his half-dead memory, he had never been able to drink a sip of water in the middle of any gathering.

The times make heroes, and I was almost able to learn to ruminate, just a little bit.Yin Bansi thought ironically.

Luo Jiujiang frowned, who was rushing towards Yin half dead.

Although the distance is very far, as a Jindan cultivator, Luo Jiujiang's eyesight can guarantee that he can see some details worthy of attention, such as the current situation of Yin Banshi.

He is not "Although he is being hung, he is being worshiped devoutly by a hundred people.", but "Although he is being worshiped devoutly by a hundred people, he is still hung in the center."

The two may be just a difference in word order, but the meaning is very different.

Among the crowd, the lower the order and the closer the monks were to the outer circle, the deeper they knelt down, and some of them were almost prostrate.And those monks in the inner circle - Luo Jiujiang noticed their eyes.

This look cannot be said to be malicious, after all, everyone's eyes looking at Yin Bande seem to show how precious he is, but the value contained in precious people and precious objects is not the same.

It seems that Han Qianling is Luo Jiujiang's most cherished person. When he looks at Qianling, he is full of cherishment and love. If anyone wants to make a hole in Qianling's body, Luo Jiujiang wants to return him a bloody hole.

But if it is replaced by the same precious item, the meaning is different.Luo Jiujiang may appreciate its appearance, appreciate its value, and maybe decide to collect it because of its beauty and rarity, but as long as his teachers and parents ask for it, Luo Jiujiang can easily give this treasure away, even There is no need to hesitate.

After all, Luo Jiujiang's nature is like this, just like when Yin Banshi lost his mirage pearl, Luo Jiujiang just laughed it off.

In the eyes of those leaders, Luo Jiujiang saw their admiration for the treasure.

Appreciative, satisfied, and full of evaluation, it seems that the next moment Yin half death can be exchanged for some benefits, or that Yin half death is always ready to be stuffed into the dusty Duobao grid, and then there will be years of blindness.

It seems that because of the lowered head, only the rows of sackclothed kneeling backs are in sight, Yin Banshi raised his neck, gave the group of underground "believers" half a look, just licked himself over and over again Dry and chapped lips.

Thirst has been felt and remembered long after he established his foundation.

However, it was this kind of biological need that was born with it, but got rid of it the day after tomorrow, and the intangible substance grabbed Yin Banshi's arm, dragging him into the deep pool of memory demons.

Yin Banshi couldn't remember exactly which worship this was, but anyway, there were many reasons for this group of demon cults to worship, and for him, the fixed procedures were always the same.Anyway, his mood was exactly the same in every sacrificial ceremony. If his face hadn't been damaged too badly, it would be easily recognizable at a glance, and it was easy to guess.

——If he is really this shit son, then the first will is that this group of people in front of him should all die.

——As long as they can all die, even if he really needs to sacrifice his body, the spirit and soul will all be wiped out, and Yin Banshi will have no regrets at all.

The silent prayer seemed to be over, and the believers stood up in unison.The middle-aged man who was still the leader turned around, his tone was still passionate and full, but it was also invariably false: "The Holy Son has received your prayers, and the Holy Son will bestow blessings! The believers who were injured in the last war Go forward and carry the seriously injured believer to the front—"

Luo Jiujiang was about to rush to the center of Leiyun, when he heard such a sentence, for some reason, his heart suddenly beat heavily.

His divine consciousness tapped his nerves sensitively, and his heart was full of ominous premonition, as if some conjecture that he had not yet understood had been subconsciously verified.

—his hunch was right.

Several men in sackcloth who were about to die were moved out from the corner and placed neatly at Yin Banshi's feet.They were all dying at first, but at the moment they saw Yin Bande, everyone opened their eyelids and their eyes lit up.

And what is contained in that brightness is definitely not kindness.

This time the middle-aged monk didn't do it himself, he made a gesture, and a hemp-robed congregation beside him offered to do it for him.The man first bowed to Yin Banshi with a small knife in his hand, then approached Yin Banshi with a plain wooden lacquer bowl, and then——

Everyone around fell silent, and the small sound of the knife cutting into the flesh became clear.

As if possessed by a demon, when a large piece of flesh and blood was dug out from the half-dead and thin body, everyone's eyes were red, their breathing became heavier, and their necks were unconsciously protruding forward like a goose.There is desire and desire to destroy in their eyes. This image makes these congregants look like animals, but they are not very human.

The wounded who were breathing weakly at the beginning, each of them was full of energy as if they had returned to the light.

The wooden bowl fell down, and the bright red minced meat that had been smashed into pieces was evenly stuffed into the mouths of every seriously wounded person. They were laying on their half-dead flesh and blood. The serious injuries were healed visible to the naked eye. Yin Banshi was still on the bleeding wound, and his eyes were filled with an extremely crazy desire to survive.

Luo Jiujiang never knew that the eyes of a person when he was holding on to a life-saving straw on the eve of death could be so naked and vicious.

Yin Banshi's wound was still bleeding, but his expression seemed to be indifferent to it, and he just lowered his eyelids towards the wounded.Luo Jiujiang once had the experience of pulling back all the flowers he sent out after being so frightened by his glare. He also saw how Peak Master Yin raised half of his bangs and looked around, only to change the noisy mountains around him to be as quiet as water.

But if the menacing eyes at that time were compared with this time, it was as pleasant and natural as the breeze blowing on the face.

Luo Jiujiang has no doubt that at this moment, Yin Bande, as long as there is a chance to kill these people, even if they die together, he will happily nod.

"Holy Son! Holy Son!" The Maidens were already cheering loudly.

"Feast! Feast!" Their tone was firm, not pleading, but describing a fact that was about to begin.

The smile on the corners of the middle-aged man's lips widened, the atmosphere in front of him was boiling, and he was in control of the entire rhythm of the entire sacrifice.At this moment, although the congregation is shouting for the Holy Son, the Holy Son is actually owned by him, and he must nod if everything passes or fails.

With eager and impatient eyes, the middle-aged monk finally lowered his hands, announcing the beginning of a feast.

...In an instant, Yin Banshi was immediately slashed by countless swords.

"Holy Son! Holy Son!" The hanged boy was bloody in the blink of an eye.And the crowd was ecstatic, jubilant, because the syllables could not be pronounced clearly after swallowing.They sang and danced around Yin Bansi. At this moment, the blood on everyone's mouth has not been wiped clean.

In the blink of an eye, a statement with a cold tone flashed through Luo Jiujiang's mind.

"—The dying person, ugly, dead, get out."