I overturned the car after being scumbag

The black mist spread in all directions, circling around, and the ghosts that had lost their body restraint also quietly hid in it.

Heavy rain.

The lotus flower in Jiang Yuanhan's hand gradually bloomed, the petals that were originally budding slowly stretched, and the faint and lingering fragrance wafted away in the rain.

He put away the lotus, and turned to look around, not paying too much attention to this weak ghost.Due to the characteristics of the royal family of the Demon Realm, when the demonic energy in his eyes reaches a certain level, the color of his pupils will also become darker and darker, and at this moment it is almost precipitated into a deep purple.

Just as the weak ghost was circling, the voice that sounded before reappeared: "Jiang Mojun, your temper really hasn't changed for so many years."

Jiang Yuanhan almost confirmed the identity of this person: "Everyone and each other. You are the same, always so annoying."

The other party just smiled and didn't say much more.At the end of the conversation between the two, the ghost that had been hiding in the black mist suddenly jumped out of the fog, wrapped in a chill and murderous intent, and stabbed obliquely from the right rear, and the ghost's aura swirled in an instant. Mats piled up into walls.

But the ghost didn't succeed - before the coldness invaded, the sharp demonic energy on Jiang Yuanhan's body had already locked on the overflowing breath of the opponent, and before the murderous intent came, the invisible mass of stitched primordial spirit, It was held in the palm of Jiang Mojun again.

He squeezed the flowing translucent dark soul in his hand, studied it with great interest for a while, and said casually: "This kind of self-indulgence is not like your calculating personality."

There was a muffled sound in the suturing primordial spirit, and the voice was full of exclamation: "Yes, Jiang Mojun, this is indeed not like my character..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a golden vortex suddenly opened above the sky, which was filled with lightning and thunder, and dark clouds overwhelmed the city. Non-stop sight.

In the golden vortex, a figure was outlined - light indigo Taoist robe and long gown, arms wrapped around the dust, and pale eyes.

Lin Muzhou.

This kind of battle, Jiang Yuanhan can recognize who it is at a glance, but even if Lin Muzhou is added, it can be regarded as an expected bargaining chip on the table, which is not too surprising.

The real body of the other party appeared, and the aura of the half-step golden fairy overturned like the sky, pressing down horizontally——Lin Muzhou has stepped into this realm for thousands of years, and his ability and level are by no means comparable to the incompetent suturing spirit in his hand.

Coiling's magic energy became more and more active.Jiang Yuanhan raised his eyes and glanced at the whirlpool, crushing and smashing the suture soul in his hand little by little. When the thin white fingers with devilish energy were doing such shocking things, they were casual and full of enthusiasm. A strange combination of tyranny and beauty.

The Cold Abyss Demon Lord has an aura similar to that of a juvenile tyrant, which is the consensus reached by most of the people who have fought against him in the Six Realms.It's just that this point in the Demon Realm may be purely a compliment.

Jiang Yuanhan completely tore up the ball in his hand, and there was a scream like tens of thousands of people screaming for help. He didn't even notice it, and said casually: "Putting together resentful souls, weaving them into weapons and playthings, but in the end I was required to do it." Tear it up, turn it into a true spirit, and return to heaven and earth. After all these years, why didn’t I protect your righteous reputation?”

The soul of the suture is broken, and Jin Wenshu's voice can still be heard, but at this moment it comes from the surrounding black mist: "I am very grateful to Jiang Mojun. If you are not here, I might have to look for it again." More excuses."

Jiang Yuanhan smiled, and sarcastically said: "Shouldn't the Penglai upper court recognize me as a priest? Tsk, forget it, let you people make sacrifices, more or less my life will be shortened."

Jin Wenshu didn't reply, but Lin Muzhou, who descended from the golden vortex and was suspended in mid-air, had his blue eyes unchanged and looked over softly, as if he didn't hear the other party's words, and even regarded him as a friend. boast.

"Xiaohan," even the address was extended too intimately, "It's been a long time, you and I really want to come to this point."

Jiang Yuanhan let go of his hands, let those crushed souls turn into true spirits and disperse, lowered his eyes and wiped his knife, and said expressionlessly: "That's disgusting."

Lin Muzhou sighed: "It's just that the philosophy of seeking the Tao is different, so why are close friends turning against each other?"

Not only is the concept different, it is simply the deep rejection of both sides.Jiang Yuanhan hated his theory and cognition that "all the people in the world are ants, and the incompetent are self-deprecating", while Jiang Yuanhan, and even the entire demon world, uphold the concept and way of thinking, which is similar to "Da Ze Help the world, but be poor and take care of yourself.” Although there is a natural admiration for the strong, it is because they will protect one side and pity the weak.

Such a "strong man" who is superior and exploits is nothing but a shame for people.

This is the source of conflict of ideas.

In the battle of the Great Dao, life and death are trivial, not to mention that there are bloody debts and countless grievances in the middle.The hands of the two of them were indeed covered with blood and debts, which originated from the "people who should be killed" that they thought of each other.For example, Lin Muzhou also lightly killed the followers of the Penglai upper court who intended to resist, and Jiang Yuanhan was not without killing bloodthirsty monsters.

"In the past, when you were young and practiced, you concealed your identity as a demon. You and I met in the world of mortals by chance. I asked you why you wanted to hide your race. Xiaohan, do you still remember what you said?"

Jiang Yuanhan stared at the edge of the dagger in his hand, rubbed the thin blade until it was bright, the refracted light was like snow, and bowed his head in silence.

But Lin Muzhou continued: "I remember it in my heart so far. You said that the demons have been confined to the sect for a long time. The ignorant people impose prejudices on one clan and one world, and the cunning people take advantage of the weakness of people's hearts to stabilize their positions with public opinion. Daoism is cultivating secular interests, so in order to avoid trouble, I will hide my identity. 'Xiao Han, I really think that you should be my confidant."

Jiang Yuan said coldly: "I think that I am your natural enemy."

"It doesn't matter whether it's a confidant or a natural enemy." Lin Muzhou said, "It's true that we have a happy conversation, and it's true that young people are walking together. You don't admit the name of a friend, but the reality of a friend is that you and I always have it."

A long time ago, Lin Muzhou was already a hypocrite who was good at acting.He knew how to make this fledgling young man who didn't know much about the world recognize him—Jiang Yuanhan back then was only naive, but he didn't develop a sharp temper that touched his bones.

The source of the confrontation has been around for a long time, and the fuse was an innocent girl who was traveling with her. Even though the dead soul of the female cultivator had been converted, Jiang Yuanhan still felt that the hatred was deep. It was not the hatred of one person, but buried in the The hatred of thousands of people under the surface.

Just as Lin Muzhou was slowly reminiscing about the past, Jiang Yuanhan finally wiped his blade clean.Holding the cold blood-red dagger, the blood in his body boiled to the extreme. He raised his eyes, too lazy to listen to another ridiculous word from the other party, and the knife was released from his hand, like a blood-red thunderbolt splitting the sky.

Lin Muzhou naturally shut up instantly.

In this chase that was so mixed with so much blood that it was so irreconcilable, the demon who was once forced to shed its shell couldn't wait to open its sharp claws, revealing its eye-catching fangs, like a young poisonous snake finally gathered enough to kill with one blow. Deadly venom.

The blood-red lightning intertwined with the pale thunder of the sky, and the huge rumbling sound seemed to tear a gap in the sky.

In the wind and rain, in the building after the war, the sound of the piano was cut off, the air inside was cold and suffocating, and many ghost cultivators were shocked and lost their voices.

As soon as Crane Watching Xing's string sound was broken, he realized that he couldn't even play the piano to help out in this kind of real Jinxian battle. He sighed and thought about whether he could give Jiang the mirror in his sleeve. When it was far cold, a pitch-black shadow suddenly appeared by his side.

He turned his head to look, and saw the black-haired demon who was still behind Jiang Yuanhan just now standing beside the bead curtain, his eyes were observing and occupying, his mask remained motionless.

"Why do you..." He Wangxing wanted to ask the other party why he didn't hold the line, and he heard the other party's words before he could speak.

"Your position is very good." Shentu Shuo said, "You can see all the black mist clearly."

He Wangxing: "... What's the use of seeing the black mist clearly?"

"There is an undercurrent in the fog, maybe there is a mystery."

"Maybe?" He Wangxing repeated questioningly, feeling that the other party was too relieved of Jiang Yuanhan, "That's the ancestor of Penglai, he fought with Jiang Yuanhan, as a demon, you don't do it for yourself Is your young master worried?"

Shen Tushuo didn't look at him, but said: "The man in the fog is probably waiting for his opportunity."

Stellaris: "...so what?"

The black-haired demons beside him no longer discussed the situation, but said indifferently: "And this Penglai ancestor, the speech is really impressive..."

He Wangxing waited with bated breath, thinking that the other party was going to say something about the struggle for Taoism.

"nausea."

He felt exactly the same as Jiang Yuanhan.

Stellaris was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.But Shen Tushuo at the side turned his gaze away, looked at the qin in his hand, and suddenly said: "The battle of the golden immortals, the vulgar sound can't beat the thunder, let me do it."

Ghost Crane looked at him, although he stepped aside with a good temper, but he thought in his heart: You are also in the Void Realm, no matter how powerful you are, can you play...

Zheng-!

The strings burst out with a violent crisp sound.

He Wangxing was suddenly at a loss for words. He looked at this demon general who was recognized by the six worlds as "uninterested in taste and a cultural desert", calmly raised his hands and plucked the strings. But just like an orthodox sound cultivator, or a Taoist Zhengxiu who has been immersed in this way for many years, with the movement of his fingers, the voice suddenly resounds across the battlefield. The sound is so high that it can almost compete with the rolling thunder in the sky!

Helping out with sound is only considered helping out at this moment.

Jiang Yuanhan heard this sound suddenly, not to mention that he felt as if he had been blessed with several auxiliary Taoism, only the moment the second sound sounded, he felt a feeling of déjà vu.

He rubbed the remaining blood-red dagger in his hand, turned his head suddenly in surprise, and glanced at the building.

The bead curtain black shadow, the familiar evil ghost mask, under the blue face and fangs, the gap between the hand playing the piano and the opponent's current configuration is too obvious.

Although the sound of the zither was different, it still reminded Jiang Yuanhan of Yu Xiaoshen, who used Luofeng qin to block thousands of demon clans back then.

He couldn't help turning the dagger in his hand, his heart leaped for joy, he licked the tip of his teeth between his lips, and suddenly thought - good Taoist couple, don't let me catch what's wrong, I have a bad temper.