I teased the most ferocious cub in the metaphysics world

"What are you asking?"

The middle-aged man on the stele uttered a soul question.

Ling Chan said: "More than 200 years ago, you and a fox teamed up to arrange this suppression demon king."

Middle-aged man: "There is such a thing."

Ling Chan added: "The formation was passive a few days ago, and the fox came back to make up the formation. But someone chased it, so it ran away in a hurry."

Middle-aged man: "..."

What did he say?

The demon king was suppressed, so he didn't need to exert any force for the time being. Ling Chan withdrew his left hand, picked up the sword on the ground, and stood up.

As the warm body left, Feng Mo had to look back subconsciously. This time, he saw Ling Chan's right arm.

Feng Mo reached out to rub Ling Chan, but found that he was not tall enough.

Feng Mo lowered his eyes and looked at his hands and legs, feeling helpless in his heart: "We just ask who is that fox? Where did the person who chased and killed him go a few days ago?"

Middle-aged man: "This matter, it's a long story..."

Feng Mo: "Let's make a long story short."

Middle-aged man: "..."

He especially wanted to ask, are the conditions for accepting apprentices in the Ghost Sect low enough to refute the master?After all, he is hundreds of years older than this kid...

Feng Mo: "To tell you the truth, the Ghost Sect doesn't even dare to accept disciples under the banner of the Ghost Sect."

Back then, in order to bring him into the ghost gate, the old man used all tricks and tricks.

The middle-aged man felt that his heart was a little blocked.

But seeing Feng Mo's pale face, the middle-aged man rolled his eyes: "Well, you don't respect the old, I have to love the young, for the sake of your little arms and legs, let me tell you."

Feng Mo: "..."

Hearing the little arms and legs, Feng Mo was also blocked.

Du Qiuhan: "..."

They are clearly a master, but they want to hurt each other.

Middle-aged man: "I don't know much about the demon clan. I also learned that the nine-tailed fox was Bai Yisi during the half-month hunt."

Ling Chan was a little surprised: "Half-demon?"

Middle-aged man: "Well, a half-demon."

Half-demon, as the name suggests, is not a pure demon, but a kind of alien of the demon clan.

There are generally two types of half-demons.

One type is the offspring born from the combination of a demon and a human, and this offspring inherits the demon blood of the father or mother, and can change back and forth between the human form and the demon form at birth.

This type of half-demon is most common in the Yaozu.

Yaozu has a high degree of acceptance of them.

Another way is to transform from human to demon.

If there is a demon who is willing to implant the inner alchemy that has been cultivated for many years into a human body, and if that person can survive the heart-piercing bone remodeling and blood vessel reversal, he can transform from a human to a demon and possess demon power.

But this kind of demon has a fatal flaw.

That is, you can't advance in this lifetime.

This kind of monster appeared on the basis of killing another monster. It is not very popular with the monster clan, and it is very embarrassing among the monster clan.

There are two extremes of these monsters.

Either they are extremely powerful and powerful from the very beginning, or they will be mediocre all their lives, living at the bottom and suffering.

The middle-aged man sighed: "Bai Yisi is the second type of monster. But he can advance, very strong, really strong."

The middle-aged man pointed to the ground: "The one in the ground was a thousand-year-old fox demon more than 200 years ago. It is well-known in the demon clan, but when it meets Bai Yisi, it will only get beaten."

"After becoming a demon, this fox has a thousand years of cultivation and the ability of a seventh-level demon king. His strength is comparable to that of an eighth-level demon king. But if he was not careful, he was severely injured by Bai Yisi."

The middle-aged man recalled the soul-stirring half a month, and clicked his tongue twice: "Look at the fate of this fox, and you will know how strong Bai Yisi is."

That half month was the most dangerous half month in his life, chasing and killing, counter-chasing, blood spilled in the deep forest, scarred.

But it was also the most memorable half month in his life.That kind of battle, the blood boils.

The middle-aged man thought for a while and added: "For half a month, I was thinking every day about how strong the monster that I wanted to give Bai Yisi Neidan was."

Feng Mo raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you ask?"

The middle-aged man stared: "I asked, but Bai Yisi was stingy and didn't mention a word. He didn't say anything, not even whether he was a man or a woman, how many years he had practiced, let alone his surname. Who is your name, and where do you live?"

Ling Chan couldn't help looking at the stele.

If Bai Yisi is really as powerful as this master said, why did Ghost One provoke Nine Tails?And his senior brother, how did he go after and kill Gui Yi?

Is this person and ghost going to make a scene?

There is also a nine-tailed fox, which is quite familiar.

Feng Mo half-closed his eyes and said, "Let's not talk about Bai Yisi's past, where did Bai Yisi go after he came here and repaired the formation? Is someone chasing and killing Bai Yisi?"

The middle-aged man spread his hands: "I don't know about that. The formation fluctuated a few days ago, and I felt that Bai Yisi had come, and he repaired the loopholes in the formation."

"But my bones are trapped here, my soul cannot float up, and Bai Yisi didn't come down to reminisce with me. I don't know where he went after repairing the formation."

Ling Chan moved his right arm.

Can't find my brother again this time?

The middle-aged man looked at the faces of Feng Mo and Ling Chan, and suddenly smiled: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore, I should have gone to the depths of the forest."

Feng Mo pointed to the outside of the courtyard: "Where?"

Middle-aged man: "Yes, there is an enchantment deep in this forest, and the Yaozu is there. If you want to find Bai Yisi, go to the Yaozu and ask."

Ling Chan and Feng Mo looked at each other.

While the three were talking, Du Qiuhan, the wedding dress ghost, Jia Jia, and Wan Wan who was trembling against the wall remained silent.

At the end of the conversation, Feng Mo asked the patriarch on the stone tablet: "Can this formation open the door? I want to go down."

This demon stays here like a bomb. It doesn't necessarily come out someday to harm the world. Only when it is completely wiped out can people rest assured.

Ling Chan moved his right arm: "I'll go down too."

Feng Mo looked back at Ling Chan: "No."

Ling Chan stared at Feng Mo.

Feng Mo feels guilty for no reason: "..."

The middle-aged man looked at Ling Chan and Feng Mo, and said, "No way, the demon body below is not dead, and the demon king is still at least level [-] in strength. One of you is recuperating, and the other does not have an ancestral magic exorcist. It is basically impossible to go down." It's tantamount to death."

Ling Chan narrowed his eyes: "I can't die."

The middle-aged man was helpless: "At least wait until your arm is healed."

Ling Chan and Feng Mo didn't speak.

It's the default.

At the rest stall, Wan Wan, who was almost drained of blood, stood up staggeringly, walked to the edge of the coffin, and looked at the white silk on the coffin.

The phantom on the white silk looked at Wanwan.

Wanwan smiled weakly, touched Bai Ling in the air, then turned to Ling Chan and said, "I won't say anything unnecessary."

All eyes are on Wanwan.

Wanwan: "The demon I made a deal with is a first-level demon king. I learned from him in the past few days...cough..."

Ling Chan handed Wan Wan a talisman.

Wanwan was sucked away by that monster, her blood and life force were sucked away, her body was almost exhausted, her life was basically at the end, and she was powerless.

Wanwan knew her own situation, but it was useless for her to take the talisman, she put her fist against the corner of her lips, trying to suppress her cough: "I don't know what's wrong with a first-level demon king like me...but I know, they are now There should be seven or eight, eighth-level demon kings."

The middle-aged man was startled: "What!?"

How many years have passed, and there are actually seven or eight eighth-level demon kings?If you gather one or two more, you will be able to appear a ninth-level devil king!

Ling Chan and Feng Mo were also shocked.

The ninth-level devil 100% seduces all living beings.

Once in this world, tens of thousands of people will be possessed by demons, they will fight continuously, and everyone's negative emotions will be ignited and expanded.

Let's imagine.

People who are sad in their hearts suddenly magnify their sad side, and burst into tears every day, crying while cooking, crying on the street, crying at work, and crying all over the world.

People who love beauty and sex expand their inner desires, and when they see beautiful women, they reveal their nature.

A jealous person cannot control his jealousy.

Jealousy will make them unrecognizable, and they can do anything with murder and arson.

People with violent tendencies cannot control their violence. Everyone carries a knife in their hand when they go out.

People with antisocial tendencies no longer suppress themselves, each thinking about destroying the world, forming a team or something...

How terrible it will be when all the negative emotions of human beings explode and the world is full of negative energy.

It's like the end of the world.

Or even scarier than Doomsday.

After all, when negative emotions take over the world, people may not even have faith.

Wan Wan's face was pale, and his pupils were gradually turning gray. Jia Jia's phantom leaned over from the coffin, slowly stretched out his arms, hugged Wan Wan, and smiled.

When the little girl laughed, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and two dimples could be seen faintly on her wrinkled face.

Just like when they first met.

Wanwan smiled and said, "I'm not sure about the exact number, but there must be no less than seven. Ten years ago, seven eighth-level demon kings came out..."

Middle-aged man: "Ten years ago?"

Ling Chan briefly talked about what happened ten years ago.

The middle-aged man was silent.

So, in the current family of sealing demons, only Feng Mo has the ancestral magic exorcising device, and the other two have lost it?

Wan Wan finished the last sentence with difficulty, paused for a while, and fell limply on the coffin.

No interest.

Jiajia's phantom paused.

The middle-aged man did not speak.

Ling Chan and Feng Mo closed their eyes.

Du Qiuhan was inexplicably upset.

The room was silent.

Putting Wan Wan's body away, Feng Mo and Ling Chan insisted on going on, their time was running out.

The middle-aged man had no choice but to agree to send Ling Chan and Feng Mo down. He made a quick gesture with his hands, and the stele was quietly moved away, revealing the dark hole.

As soon as the stele was moved away, a black mist burst out of the hole, struggling and twisting to rush towards the stele.

The moment the stele was moved away, Ling Chan and Feng Mo moved at the same time.But Feng Mo's legs were short, Ling Chan took a step with his long legs, picked up Feng Mo, and jumped off.

In the process of falling, Ling Chan wrapped Feng Mo in his arms and protected him tightly, the ground was completely dark, even if he opened his eyes, he couldn't see anything.

Not very high and they get to the bottom very quickly.

Call ~

A gust of blood blew by, and Feng Mo smelled a faint smell of blood, right next to his nose.

Feng Mo reached out and touched Ling Chan's arm.

The tentacles were warm and sticky, and they were blood.

Before Ling Chan and Feng Mo could react, Ling Chan's arm was scratched.

Ling Chan protected the back of Feng Mo's neck: "Small injury."

Twirling the blood on his fingertips, Feng Mo's breath became cold.

At this moment, he hates his little arms and legs so much, if he is still the original him, if he can protect Ling Chan in his arms when he comes down...

In Feng Mo's heart, a female voice suddenly sounded, the voice was seductive, and the words were moving.

She laughed softly: "Hehehe, young man, are you not reconciled to your powerlessness now?"

She asked: "Over the years, you have been born and died to protect the world of metaphysics, but in the end, you were attacked and killed by them...... Do you complain?"

"Blame your master for cheating you into getting started, and blame the world for treating you indifferently? As long as you are willing to give your soul..."

Feng Mo pressed his left hand on the Wanmo Token.

The token suddenly burst into dazzling light, almost blinding, Ling Chan subconsciously closed his eyes.

Feng Mo spoke, his voice was very cold.

"roll."

Feng Mo's voice fell, and Ling Chan heard a cry of pain not far behind him.

The woman snorted softly: "It's really a man with a heart like iron~"

Feng Mo raised his eyes, there was a whirlpool in his black eyes.

Lang Xin?

Ling Chan snorted coldly, his backhand was a sword, the sword was sharp, and he slashed in the direction of the voice.

Another grunt.

Feng Mo said: "We are pressed for time, and I cannot allow my body to recover slowly. I have an idea..."

On the ground, the middle-aged man made another trick.

The stone tablet moved back silently, blocking the demonic energy, and at the last closing moment, a white light whizzed into the gap, and followed Ling Chan and the others down.

The middle-aged man was taken aback: "What was that just now?"

Du Qiuhan: "Ling Chan's cat."

Middle-aged man: "Did you deliver the food?"

Du Qiuhan: "..."

Swish!

The moment the stele was about to close.

A dazzling golden light erupted from the ground, dispelling the surrounding darkness, and dissipating the surging devilish energy in an instant.

The soul body of the middle-aged man was swept aside by the golden light, and he felt a heart-piercing pain.

Middle-aged man: "Be good."

This wave of golden light can basically resist the sixth-level demon king, and his family's disciples are really hidden.

After the golden light passed, the ground roared and shook.

The shaking was familiar.

It was Ling Chan who was swinging the sword.

The middle-aged man quickly pressed down on the stele.

Boom boom boom!

There was a series of roars underground, and golden lights could be seen from time to time.The middle-aged man felt that his stele could hardly be held down.

The underground fight was lively, and the ground stared with big eyes.

Du Qiuhan thought for a while, took out the bell, and started to ring the bell according to the timing of the bell taught by the Du family.

The sound of the bell was crisp and melodious, and it was clear and clear, but for some reason, all the ghosts present felt sleepy.

The middle-aged man pulled himself together: "Don't shake..."

Just as he was about to say stop shaking, he felt the stele tremble, and a figure flew up from the ground, and then fell to the ground.

Ling Chan's right hand was dripping with blood, holding a bloody sword in his hand, holding a cloud of black mist in his left hand, and a white cat that grew up at his feet.

Ling Chan's eyes were sharp: "Shake!"

Without further ado, Du Qiuhan rang the bell immediately.

The voice of Qing Lingling sounded, and Du Qiuhan and the ghosts present saw the ball of devilish energy in Ling Chan's arms tumbling and entangled, sometimes scattered and sometimes condensed.

When the mist cleared, the middle-aged man saw Feng Mo who was pale inside the mist, with veins on his skin exposed.

Middle-aged man: "What is this for?"

Ling Chan: "He ate the devil."

Middle-aged man: "Ah!?"

Du Qiuhan's hand trembled.

Ling Chan: "Demons can devour human souls, why can't humans devour refining demons?"

Ling Chan's eyes were calm, but all the people and ghosts present felt that it was the calm before the storm.

Middle-aged man: "...crazy."

Ling Chan stared at Feng Mo without blinking.

Feng Mo is indeed a lunatic sometimes, otherwise he wouldn't have taken a liking to Gui Yi who was said to be insane.

However, Feng Mo is crazy but not stupid.

He didn't swallow the magic energy directly, but suppressed the magic energy in the ten thousand magic order and absorbed it indirectly.

When Du Qiuhan's bell rang, Ling Chan noticed that the transformation speed of the magic energy was much faster, and Ling Chan broke through the ground.

If not, he would have chosen to stay under the seal until Feng Mo completely transformed the demon energy.

After nearly four days, the devil energy in Feng Mo's body was finally transformed. Although Feng Mo hadn't woken up yet, Du Qiuhan could stop ringing the bell.

The middle-aged man, the ghost in wedding dress, and Jiajia who were hypnotized by the ringtone woke up one after another.

The wound on Ling Chan's hand has healed.

Du Qiuhan rubbed his sore wrist, feeling the empty dantian, feeling helpless in his heart, but still kept his face paralyzed.

The soul of the middle-aged man became illusory: "If you want to suppress and deal with the ninth-level demon king, you must find the ancestral magic weapons of the three exorcist families."

Middle-aged man: "I've been exhausted for 200 years, and I'll leave this task to you two boys."

The middle-aged man's soul returned to his bones: "I'll rest."

After so many years, in order to suppress demons, his soul has become a part of the formation, and he can never leave here.

Coming out of the ground, it was already the middle of the night.

The female ghost in wedding dress floated up to the roof again.

Ling Chan went up to have a look, and found that there were dots of light floating at the foot of the back mountain.

Formed the appearance of apricot blossoms, sprinkled one after another.In the apricot blossom rain, a figure loomed.

It seems that he is a tall and straight man.

The female ghost in wedding dress: "Can I ask you for a favor?"

Ling Chan: "Tell me."

The female ghost in the wedding dress: "He was crushed by the rocks and broke his waist. He died unwillingly, and his resentment was absorbed by the tree. Afterwards, several waves of people died there due to accidents or murders, and the resentment of those people was absorbed by him."

"His soul just grows attached to those trees, absorbing resentment and growing stronger day by day. I know where he is."

The wedding gown ghost smiled: "Can you bury our bones together under that tree?"

Ling Chan: "Yes."

Du Qiuhan brought back the bones of the man whose waist was broken, put them in a coffin with the bones of the wedding dress ghost, and buried them under the tree.

Ling Chan watched from a distance, and saw a slender woman appearing in the rain of apricot blossoms.

The two met and embraced each other.

They also turned around, waved to Ling Chan, bowed to Ling Chan, and finally disappeared slowly.

Ling Chan stood quietly for a while, and when he heard movement in the corridor, he immediately lowered his eyes and saw that Feng Mo had woken up.

Feng Mo stretched his muscles and bones, squeezed his arms, raised his head and smiled slightly at Ling Chan: "That day when our essence and blood resonated and fused together, I felt something calling deep in the forest, maybe it was your senior brother."

Feng Mo: "Let's go, find senior brother."

The author has something to say: I feel inexplicably that this is the end.

Of course, that's not possible.

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

10 bottles of Muyi; 1 bottle of Hualuoyannixiang and Xiaolong;

Thank you so much for your support, everyone.