Zanxing

Unexpectedly, praying to God is actually useful.

Hairpin Xing figured this out, and before he had time to be happy, he heard Huayue's frantic voice: Yang Hairpinxing, what the hell are you doing? Why doesn't this demon cultivator attack you, but only me?

She turned her head and saw that Hua Yue's face was extremely ugly, one foot had been sunk into the mud, and he was struggling.

Before, there was a hairpin star in front of the tomb of the dead to attract the attention of the dead man's grave. Hua Yue had not collided with the dead man's tomb head-on. After half of his sword was inhaled by Modron, he refused to let go, but the Dead Man's Tomb seized the opportunity and entangled his legs.

Previously, Huayue was watching the play, but now it's the hairpin star's turn to watch it on the wall. Hairpin Xing simply stood aside with his arms folded, and said with a smile: I only attack you, of course, because you are disgusting.

You bitch! Hua Yue said angrily: Hurry up and pull me up and hurt the same sect, do you think the sect will let you go?

Hairpin Xing spread out his hands: As you said, I don't plan to shoot you. Now you are fighting against the demon cultivator. Your own strength is not good, so it has nothing to do with me. But you can struggle, what if there is still a chance?

The corner of her mouth twitched, she took out a handful of medicinal pills from her bosom, and threw it towards the vicinity of Huayue like a stone.

What are you doing? Hua Yue suddenly had a bad premonition. Seeing the huge human face that appeared on the ground, it seemed to be attracted by the medicine pill thrown by the hairpin, and the eyeballs turned to look at this head, and then the eyes narrowed slowly, revealing a A creepy smile came.

His lips gradually opened, and a stench and disgusting smell emanated from it. Hua Yue was shocked and said in a trembling voice, Don't pass...

Before the word come could be uttered, a soft, blood-colored tongue had already rolled into him accurately, like a snake letter swept away a worm, and put his whole body into his mouth.

He couldn't even crush his exit talisman, and Hua Yue was no longer visible on the land.

The soil began to wriggle again, as if digesting the delicious meal just now.

Hairpin Xing endured the discomfort in his heart and stood on the spot, neither escaping nor using an iron rod to deal with the devil. She had incense ash on her body, and Modron had automatically regarded her as a dead man, and would no longer attack her.

Why isn't she moving? Xuan Lingzi was a little nervous, the hand that licked the cat's tail was a little heavier, Mimi screamed, jumped out of his arms and ran away.

Li Dan was amused: Didn't you see the pill she just threw?

I see. Cui Yufu wondered: She thinks that the grave of the dead is not powerful enough, and gave the other party a few medicinal pills to supplement her Yuan strength?

That's not a pill for replenishing Yuan Li. Li Danshu helped the hat that was about to fall, and looked at the hairpin star with satisfaction: That's a sleep aid pill.

1, 2, 3, 4... In the picture of the mustard seeds of Xumi, the hairpin stars silently counted in his heart.

At the 30th count, the eyes of the dead man's grave began to close one after another, and the upper and lower eyelids began to fight, like students dozing off in class.

Hairpin Xing thought, Very good, the sleeping pills are not in vain.

Some time ago, Tian Fangfang complained to Hairpin Xing, saying that after the winter, Gu Fengshan is too cold, the assessment is ahead, and the pressure is also great. Hairpin Xing happened to be in the alchemy class, so he gave him a few sleep aid pills by the way.

After Tian Fangfang ate it, she really settled down overnight and slept until dawn.

Hairpin Xing asked Li Danshu, sleep aid pill is not poisonous and will not cause dependence, the raw materials of this thing are easy to find, hairpin star simply made a box full of it, just in case. This assessment also brought some things. When Huayue was competing with the dead man's tomb just now, the hairpin star threw a sleep aid pill over it. The pill contains Yuan force, and it is not considered a dead thing, and it will definitely be swallowed by the demon.

A sleep aid pill is naturally nothing, and if you eat such a large amount, it should be a little reaction from a demon.

Sure enough, in just a moment, the tomb of the dead was already unconscious, snoring loudly.

Hairpin Xing took a deep breath, walked to the grave with an iron rod, stepped on its face, and the grave didn't respond, even a snot bubble.

Appears to be asleep.

Hairpin Xing calmed down, turned all the Yuan force to the tip of the stick, held the stick in both hands, and slashed down!

Xuan Lingzi: ...

The three characters of Yang Hairpin on the ranking stone immediately sprinted forward for several lines as if sitting on a spirit boat. In the end, it gradually landed in the third row, and it was worth thirty.

The young man sitting outside the Qingxin mirror couldn't bear it anymore, stood up and frowned and said, This guy is opportunistic again! Is this enough to pass the assessment?

Seventh Junior Brother, Xuan Lingzi reassured him: Outsmarting is also a kind of assessment. Our sect not only depends on cultivation, but also on intelligence.

That won't work either! Gu Baiying's heart was filled with fire. He originally thought that since Yang Hairpinxing inherited Qing'e Nianhua Stick, he always had some real skills. Even if he mocked her, she had some expectations for her. He didn't expect this person to be so unreasonable Being clever, and even the way he passed the assessment is so obscene, it's heartbreaking.

It simply lost the face of Fairy Qinghua!

However, I think that she has already struggled so hard to deal with a high-level demon cultivator like the Tomb of the Dead. She has to rely on a bit of luck and cleverness, Yueqin said in a low voice, I'm afraid the final ranking will fluctuate around the current ranking.

You said that this little girl is so lucky, Zhao Maiyi said with a smile: Isn't she supposed to meet Mosha?

In the entire Sumeru mustard seed map, there are only two demons in total. In the past ten years of assessment, no disciple has ever encountered a demon. Do you think it would be so easy to meet him? Cui Yufu snorted coldly.

After saying this, no one paid him any attention. Cui Yufu was a little puzzled. When he turned his head, he saw that everyone was staring at the Qingxin mirror.

Hairpin Xing just defeated the grave of the dead, and gained a lot of Yuan force. She was swallowed by the grave just now, making her clothes sticky. She was about to use a cleaning technique to tidy it up. When she turned around, she saw a man in black standing in front of her.

Outside the mirror, Mendong's lips were trembling: The devil... the devil.

Mosha is one of the most powerful types of magic cultivators.

Speaking of which, the history of the Demon Race is as long as that of the Human Race. Just like the two-headed Shura, he was originally a human race, but due to various changes, his mentality collapsed and became a demon. There are also things that were originally dead, but yin, yang, and yang were bathed in demonic energy and nurtured, giving birth to demonic spirits, such as tombs of dead people.

These are typical of acquired demons, and there is another kind, since the creation of heaven and earth, that is the demon race, which has the purest demon bloodline and is not adulterated. To be precise, the demon cultivators encountered in the Sumeru mustard picture before were all demon cultivators who became demons. The biggest difference between a demon cultivator born of a demon clan and an acquired demon cultivator is probably in appearance.

Born demons, except for the difference in hair color and eye color, they are the same as ordinary people.

Demons are innate demons.

This kind of magic cultivator is completely intelligent and thoughtful, except that the species is different, and it is exactly the same as human beings. The lowest level of Mosha is also equivalent to a monk with the cultivation base of Nascent Soul, and he is cruel and bloodthirsty, cunning and ruthless. Once met, it is a nightmare for human monks.

Back then, in the war between humans and demons, countless human races died in the hands of the demons. This kind of demon cultivator is difficult to outline even with Yuan force. The artist who painted this mustard seed picture of Sumeru is already very high-level. Even so, he can only draw two demons, so it is difficult to draw it.

At this moment, Hairpin Xing looked at the person in front of him, and he didn't even have to think about it, he also understood that he had encountered a demon.