If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

This palm was like a thunderbolt, and he was almost in front of Wu Yan in an instant.

The little fox in his arms jumped out suddenly, and was about to jump over to block the blow for Wuyan, but he was caught halfway by the base of his tail and pushed back.

The person holding Cheng Siqi raised his hand calmly, clenched his fingers into a fist, and met the attacking palm with his fist.

"what--!"

The woman's screams filled her ears.

The insatiable fist seemed to be slowly but surely pressing inch by inch, directly smashing Mrs. Cheng's entire palm and half of her arm.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and Mrs. Cheng's sneering and sneering expression twisted and ferocious in an instant. Her broken arm suddenly shook back, and her cuffs swelled like the wind, shooting out countless thin threads that were invisible to the naked eye.

The thin thread was as slippery and elusive as a swimming snake, quickly wrapping itself around Insatiable's body, tightly stuck into his flesh and blood, restricting his movements.

"Looking for death!" Mrs. Cheng said angrily, "Master Ping, why don't you help me?!"

There was a small cracking sound from the back of his head.

Wu Yan tilted his head to avoid it, and saw a black wolf's paw blatantly slashing across, bringing up a bitter wind.

A huge wolf's head followed closely, its bloody mouth opened wide, with corrosive venom sticking between its sharp teeth, it slammed left and right, biting towards Insanity's head.

"You are not a demon cultivator!"

Daoist Ping, who had transformed into his original form, attacked Wuyan crazily, with a savage aura, and the low-pitched wolf roar was close at hand, bursting the eardrums.

In this situation, if it is really a demon cultivator, on the premise that the seal cannot be opened, if you want to fight, you will change back to your original shape, improve your combat power, and you will never maintain your human form like Insatiable.

He was indeed deceived.

Although he kept doubts all the time, Daoist Ping was still very angry. He was a majestic demon cultivator, but he was deceived by a small mortal. He really deserves to be killed!

"Stop him! Don't let him escape!" Mrs. Cheng yelled, her voice sharp, "hit him on the chest!"

Wuyan's faintly smiling eyes froze for a moment, looked at Madam Cheng, and said in a low voice with a half-smile: "Master Cheng, a mother like you...are you here to feed the dogs?"

Before the words were finished, Daoist Ping, who was on the attack, turned his paws and rushed towards the place where Cheng Siqi was nestling, "Mortal, die!"

Wu Yan immediately turned to the side and raised his hand to block, but unexpectedly, the nails of Ping Dao's long wolf claws were like steel needles, and they were pulled out again in an instant, piercing straight into Wu Yan's heart.

There was a "click", like a stabbing iron plate.

Before the smirk on Ping Daochang's wolf's head broke open, he was hit by the severe pain of the broken claw, and was about to let out a wolf howl when a hand grabbed his neck.Wu Yan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "It's a pity, I thought it would be useful to keep you, but you know too much."

"You, you are not...fake..."

Daoist Ping's eyes burst open, and he opened his mouth in astonishment. Immediately, as if he understood something, a trace of surprise and horror flashed across his eyes, "You are...you are...a person..."

The sleeves of the robe shook slightly, and the old gray cloth cassock was torn apart, revealing a plain white cassock that looked like the moonlight.

Mrs. Cheng's thin thread also cracked inch by inch, as if it had been shattered by an extremely strong force.

The tiny spiritual energy in the thin thread dissipated, Madam Cheng screamed, her whole body was twitching, and she ran desperately into the canyon, "Come on! Come on! Someone broke into the valley! Come on—!"

Daoist Ping's head drooped feebly, and he threw it away casually, and untied the storage bag at his waist.

There was chaotic noise in the canyon, and the rain of arrows from the dark whistle fell.Insatiable dodges easily with his flexible body and exquisite footwork.These things are not like Master Cheng Shao, they are his big employers, they can't hurt at all, and they have to expose their necks to be bitten by that brat, so they are naturally sharp and sharp.

After a few steps, he caught up with Mrs. Cheng who was running away in a hurry with disheveled hair, stepped on her leg without hesitation, crushed it lightly, and laughed: "In the Ruanhong Pavilion, Young Master Cheng's leg... was interrupted by you." Right? A mortal has such courage, and the poor monk admires him."

The ball of fluffy huddled in his arms froze.

"A mortal... I am a mortal, but why is he not!" Mrs. Cheng's face was completely torn, and her eyes were tearing apart, "Why can some people cultivate longevity, but we can only do it?" How about a lifespan of a hundred years?! Isn’t he a fairy?

Wuyan's pupils shrank, and the hand that was about to cut Madam Cheng's neck loosened and knocked her out instead.

Fearing that Mrs. Cheng would fart any more and ruin Master Cheng's ascension to the mortal world, she picked up the person without tire, looked at the dust and dust barrier that was suddenly and violently rolling outside the canyon, hesitated for a moment, and rushed in.

The Lost Formation is hard to break, but it doesn't mean it's hopeless.

And even turning around in the Lost Formation is better than waiting for Huashen to fight in this demon cultivator's lair.What's more, he had to send the news of the Demon Saint's Secret Realm back to the Eight Great Immortal Sects as soon as possible.Otherwise, once they realize their identity as a human cultivator, they might not be ordinary demon cultivators and warlocks who sent him to kill him.

After clearing away the two secret whistles who might have heard a few words, the figure of Insanity quickly disappeared outside the canyon.

The desert is vast, and the scorching sun is burning.

It is difficult to distinguish the north and the south in the endless yellow sand of the sky, and the shadow of the sun disappears under the feet, unable to guide the slightest.The hot and dry wind was wrapped in coarse gravel and blew harshly, like a poor knife, trying to scrape a few strands of flesh off the skeleton.

A string of footprints sank deep into the sand, but was quickly buried by the wind coming from nowhere.

I don't know how long I have been walking endlessly, but it seems that I can't reach the end.His Golden Core tempered body was also exhausted in such a furnace-like desert. Seeing that the wind and sand were getting heavier and the sky seemed to be changing, he hurriedly searched for a cave.

"To break the formation, you must first find the eye of the formation."

Insatiable went deeper into the cave, and dug Cheng Siqi out, "It's getting dark, the night of the Nine Rings Lost Array is the most dangerous, don't wander around, let's find the eyes of the array tomorrow."

The little fox jumped onto his lap, first glanced at Mrs. Cheng who was casually thrown aside, and then looked at Wuyan: "You are very powerful and know a lot."

Wuyan heard another meaning from Cheng Siqi's words, his expression was dismissed casually, and he turned his head and said, "What do you want to say?"

"I'm not an idiot."

Cheng Siqi jumped down from Infinity's legs, his fluffy paws and tail were covered with dust in an instant, his voice was a little hoarse, and he said in a low voice: "The reason entrusted by others...do you think it is tenable? How much is the price, how much favor is it, to let someone like you take such a big risk to save me? You don’t know, what will you face if you kidnap the wife of the national teacher?”

Those scorching and bright fox eyes were filled with doubtful contradictions and complexities, "I want to know why."

Insatiable looked at the little fox with his tail curled up in guard, and wanted to tell him that Rootless Tianshui was really a huge price and a boon, and he might not care about Master Cheng's life or death if he traded it for the second thing.

But he couldn't say that, so he had no choice but to tap his knee and said with a smile: "Aren't you stupid? If I were you, I would never say these words now, at least I have to wait until the use is over and I am out of danger before tearing my face... ...Are you not afraid that I will kill you?"

"If you want something like that, you won't kill me."

Cheng Siqi stared at his face, said something inexplicable, and then suddenly said, "I can hear the hearts of those warlocks. But I can't hear yours, and I can't hear that Daoist Ping...you, who are you? Why did you kill me, why did you win me over?"

The insatiable smile slowly faded away.

"I see." He suddenly sighed.

Everyone thought that Young Master Cheng was a little fool, but they didn't expect that he was the shrewd one.Was Mrs. Cheng's thoughts fully exposed in front of Cheng Siqi from the very beginning?

To be able to endure this until now is really a good showman.

But in the end, he is not very smart, so he said his cards in such a hurry, what is the real reason why he is so confident?

I'm used to seeing intrigues in the cultivation world, and seeing Cheng Siqi's behavior like this, it's not too much of a surprise, but when he thought of the way the little fox flicked his tail in front of him, pretending to be a fool, coquettishly and domineeringly, he felt a pang in his heart. An inexplicable burst of anger burst out, burning a line of blood red deep in his pupils, and he couldn't suppress it.

He was a little too lazy to deal with this little ancestor.

"Didn't you say you would believe me?"

Insatiable suppressed his impatience, and sneered, "Then let me tell you, I am a Buddhist monk, that is, a monk or a fairy in those people's mouths, but I can't use my cultivation in the mortal world, and so can Daoist Ping, and I can't say anything else. Someone You have paid a great price to let me help you, I am only entrusted by others to be loyal, if you have any doubts, then doubt it..."

He raised his eyebrows indifferently, "But don't tell me, it's annoying."

"bother……"

The little fox's eyes widened slightly, its paws retracted, but stretched out slowly, as if probing for something, it stepped on a corner of Wuyan's cassock, and said: "Are you bothering me?...I want to know about you. "

Stepping on the dark pattern on the cassock with her little paw, she ticked it quietly, restlessly and cautiously.

"Then tell me, what's on you?"

Wu Yan held that fluffy little paw, lowered his head and asked a question.

Cheng Siqi lowered his eyes and did not speak.

Wu Yan squeezed his soft paws, and said: "Everyone wants this kind of thing, and warlocks are desperate, and even monks will not give up? That is really a good thing. However, even if you tell me what it is, I don't want to know , and won’t tell you about me.”

"I have to answer if you ask me?"

The little paw in his hand was stiff, and he didn't care about it, he gently shook it off, and laughed, "Master Cheng... who do you think you are?"

The voice was low, gentle and cold.

Cheng Siqi suddenly looked up at him.

Wuyan ignored those eyes, picked up Mrs. Cheng, and walked out of the cave, "Squat here, I'll go and interrogate your good mother."

The little fox behind him didn't make any more sound.

Wu Yan didn't look back, went out of the cave, found a dead tree not far away, threw Mrs. Cheng down, and slapped her awake.

He was in a bad mood, and naturally he didn't have a good face. He stepped on Mrs. Cheng's leg and said calmly before she called out, "I'm a monk, but I kill."

Mrs. Cheng's cry of pain was broken in her throat, squeezed into a hoarse and broken voice: "You...you will die!"

Looking at her tirelessly, "Your appearance is getting old."

Madam Cheng's ferocious expression suddenly changed, and she stretched out her hand to touch her face in horror, "No, no..."

"You are just a mortal warlock, who taught you the art of keeping the soul alive?" Looking at Mrs. Cheng's lost youth and beauty, Wuyan matched the batches of soulless corpses shipped out from Fengya Pass, " And Cheng Siqi... why do you say he is a fairy? Who told you to raise him into a half-human, half-demon?"

Mrs. Cheng paused: "I tell you... I can tell you everything! As long as you restore my appearance, as long as you make me immortal..."

Wu Yan raised his foot, stepped on Madam Cheng's other leg, clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, break another leg."

"Don't you want to know why Cheng Siqi is a fairy?! Let me tell you! Let me go!"

Mrs. Cheng shrank back in horror, rolled her eyes, and bargained, "Those monsters only know that there is such a thing, and they have been looking for it, but they don't know where it is. Only I know, and the national teacher... the national teacher I know, I tell you, you set me free..."

"What?" There was an ominous premonition in Wuyan's heart.

Mrs. Cheng's eyes flickered and said: "The key... the key to unlock the secret realm of the demon saint!"

"Do you know the secret realm of the demon saint?" Layers of mysteries filled Wuyan's heart, "Where is the key? On Cheng Siqi's body?"

"Here..." Mrs. Cheng grinned and grinned, "My good son is the key, as long as he activates his great demon bloodline and let him cultivate the demon core, the demon core is the key to the secret realm of the demon saint. Immortal head, you don't know that the so-called demon saint...is a nine-tailed sky fox?"

Not only is the demon saint a nine-tailed sky fox.

The wind master who was said to have been killed by the thunder master was also a fox demon.And what Cheng Siqi met in Jianling, coincidentally, was also a fox demon.

Wuyan suddenly remembered what his master had said.

"The soul of a monk can trigger the ancient blood of the demon cultivator. Therefore, we human cultivators and demon cultivators have been fighting for thousands of years without stopping. This is an inextricable feud."

It turned out to be the case.

What a chain suit.

The author has something to say: late!Hammer the dog's head!