When we go to the martial arts world today, the masters and strong men will take control of one side, and there will be no easy battle between them. At the level where they can call on the power of heaven and earth, letting go will cause almost devastating disasters and easily affect innocent people. In addition, innate masters fight, even a hundred times more dangerous than ordinary warriors. Although the loser dies, the winner may also suffer the foundation and fall back to the acquired realm.

For more than a hundred years, except for only two or three people like Tang Yuanjun who can sweep away strong enemies, if the other masters meet, they will often suffer losses.

Whether it is Xiao Hen or Bi Youming, they are all leaders and scheming heroes. How can they not be clear about the pros and cons of this? However, in front of fellow practitioners in the world, no one wants to show weakness.

Bi Youming smiled and said loudly: "There are too many vulgar things around you, which can easily disturb your and my mind. Demon Lord, please follow me!" He turned around and rushed towards his future, floating like an immortal.

Xiao Hen snorted coldly and soared to chase after him without hesitation.

As the two masters left, the pressure in the field suddenly disappeared. Xie Yuanzhen could no longer suppress the retrograde blood in his body, and spewed out a mouthful of blood, his spirit was depressed, as if he had grown ten years old in the blink of an eye, with deep wrinkles on the corners of his eyes. Ling Muzi's body trembled slightly, and a trace of blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth. He quickly took out a handful of pills and took it, silently adjusting his luck.

Even though the two of them joined forces to fight Xiao Hen, they were still no match for the Demon Lord, especially because Xie Yuanzhen suffered serious internal injuries. If Bi Youming had not accidentally disrupted the situation and led Xiao Hen away, Xie Yuanzhen would undoubtedly die within three moves.

Li Bixia exclaimed in surprise and rushed to Xie Yuanzhen to feed him pills. Xie Yuanzhen forced himself to suppress the hidden injuries in his body and hurriedly said, "Bixia, while the Demon Lord and the Evil King dog bite the dog, let's leave immediately!" Li Bixia nodded and said, "I'll follow the instructions of Uncle Six!"

"Slow down!"

Xie Yuanzhen frowned slightly, the sword blade buzzed and low, and turned to look at Fu Jingtao: "Little Devil, do you want to stop us?"

Fu Jingtao shook his head, raised his arms and threw it, and the sword drew an arc and inserted it on the ground. Li Bixia silently pulled up the sword, feeling the remaining warmth on the hilt of the sword, the sourness in her heart rolled like a tide, and her feet stomped away like flying, and crystal tears fell in a series of scattered tears. Xie Yuanzhen sighed secretly, following her closely behind to protect her.

Since the master left, Ling Muzi naturally would not wait for Xiao Hen to return, and then stepped on the tree to escape.

Fu Jingtao said regretfully: "It's a pity that I couldn't see the wonderful scene of the two great masters with my own eyes! I missed this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I don't know if I will wait until the next time in the Year of the Monkey."

Luo Ming looked at him in surprise with his bright big eyes, and couldn't help asking: "Are you not curious about your life experience at all?"

Fu Jingtao said: "So what if you are curious, so what if you are not curious? Do I have the chance to accept the grudges and entanglements of the previous generation? Xiao Hen is Xiao Hen, I am me, don't confuse me."

Luo Ming whispered: "You still have grudges and don't want to forgive your father?"

Fu Jingtao smiled and said, "My father's surname is Fu's name is Song. You have met before! There is no problem between us father and son."

Although Fu Song's status is not as good as Xiao Hen Chong and his martial arts are not as good as Xiao Hen Zhuo, in Fu Jingtao's heart, Fu Song is the real father of this world. Fu Song treats him as his own, trying every means to seek medical treatment for him, tolerate his strange ideas, give him deep and generous fatherly love, and shelter him from the wind and rain when he was young, and has never changed in the past ten years.

He had never considered changing back to the surname "Xiao".

Xiao Hen is just the biological father of this body, and actually has nothing to do with him. Strictly speaking, Xiao Hen's son has long been disheartened.

Luo Ming didn't know that Fu Jingtao's soul came from later generations, and thought that he was resentful and unwilling to accept the fact that he was temporarily unwilling to accept the iron attack. He sighed: "The Demon Lord broke through the siege and fled alone, and was lucky enough to save his life. He thought that all his relatives had been killed, so he stayed in the Blood Demon Cave to practice magic skills. He had not set foot in the Central Plains for more than ten years, and he didn't know your mother and you. Don't blame him for being cruel, if you want to blame, blame the ruthless family of the Southern Tang Dynasty, blame God for not having eyes!"

Fu Jingtao said: "You are wrong, I don't mean to blame him."

Luo Ming said in surprise: "Then why don't you recognize him as your father?"

Fu Jingtao said: "Is he my biological father? It's up to my mother to say. Besides, he has never fulfilled his responsibilities as a father. What's the right to be a father? I won't be greedy for his power, and I hope he won't point fingers at me!"

Luo Ming smiled bitterly and speechlessly.

She saw Fu Jingtao's stubbornness with her own eyes. When his cultivation was still shallow, he could withstand the torture of the soul-searing demon finger. The firmness of his will is rare in the world. How could he easily change his mind? The barrier between the father and son is not so easy to eliminate.

Fu Jingtao scratched his head and said, "Sister Luo Ming, have you noticed anything abnormal about me?"

Luo Ming gave him a blank look: "Is it the evil result caused by the Wu Li blood magic?"

Fu Jingtao said distressedly: "Yes! The demon blood enters the body and melts, breeding the inner demon, making me demonized increasingly serious. When the unknown person saw it, he also gave me the nickname "Little Demon King" and classified me as the disciples of the Demon Sect. I want to ask you how to remove the blood-transforming magic? What are the means to help me get rid of my current predicament?"

Luo Ming's eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "Since you have become a demon, why not just join the Demon Sect? With your qualifications, reputation and strength, and a little polished and settled, 99% of you can take over the throne of the Demon Lord and become the next leader of the Demon Sect, and dominate the world!"

Fu Jingtao said seriously: "Sister Luo Ming, my ambition is not in the Demon Sect, so don't persuade me again! The practice of Demonic Taoism pursues personal strength, regardless of life or death, regardless of the existence and destruction of the outside world. And I hope to help the Song Dynasty unify the mountains and rivers, resist the invasion of foreign races, and promote the prestige of China!"

Luo Ming looked at his embarrassed look and touched his strong eyes. He couldn't help but feel excited and said with a smile: "Okay, you have ambitions and are not arbitrary. But are you considering having a good relationship with the Demon Lord and seeking his strong support?"

Fu Jingtao said: "I will discuss this later. How to block the blood-refining magic is the top priority!"

Luo Ming said: "The Demon-Sealing Valley does record the method of blocking the blood-transforming magic, but it requires innate masters to use it, so I can't do anything."

Fu Jingtao was stunned and murmured, "So I have to ask Xiao Hen to take action?" If there is a possibility, he really doesn't want to have too much involvement with Xiao Hen. Once he has inherited Xiao Hen's love, how should he repay it? How should he explain to his mother in the future?

A cunning light flashed in Luo Ming's eyes and he said lightly: "If you ask for it or not, you can decide for yourself."

Fu Jingtao sighed inwardly. Tokyo City’s Qingyun List is about to be unveiled. How can he be absent as the protagonist? The situation is stronger than the people. Does he have any choice?
Chapter completed!