After all, Sikongcuo is a great demon god, who has been in the world for decades but has not fallen. Seeing Su Tang's expression change, she guessed Su Tang's mentality. She shook her head: "Forget it, I don't care whether you are from the Rebirth Hall or not, go..."

In fact, when Sikongcuo said this, she felt strange. When did she become so good at meeting her?

Su Tang still didn't say anything, bowed slightly, turned around and walked out.

Su Tang had just walked more than ten steps when Sikongcuo's figure suddenly shook for a moment, and her face turned pale. She suddenly poked her hand out to grab a piece of wooden stake beside her, but the wooden stake had long been decayed after storms and rain, and could not bear Sikongcuo's strength at all. As a result, the wooden stake broke from the middle, and Sikongcuo's figure also fell.

Su Tang stopped and turned around. Seeing Sikongcuo lying in the grass, his eyes closed, as if he was unconscious, he couldn't help but look shocked.

Sikongcuo was injured by divine thoughts at Xiejuntai and was seriously injured. After escaping Xiejuntai, he did not dare to return to the demon altar. It just so happened that Xiejuntai was not far from Tianyang City, so he returned to his old house. On the one hand, he wanted to revisit the old place, and on the other hand, he also wanted to recover from the injury. However, he barely took action just now, causing the injury to recur, and he could no longer suppress it.

Su Tang suddenly felt a dilemma, and someone was going to attack Sikongcuo. Whether it was the Rebirth Hall or not, his huge power had already seen the outline. If he helped Sikongcuo, he could make a good relationship, but it also meant that he was in great trouble.

Help or not? Su Tang was hesitating.

In fact, Sikongcuo's strength is not something Su Tang can guess at this stage. Although his injury recurred, it only took a few breaths to make Sikongcuo recover.

Finally, Su Tang sighed lightly, walked to Sikongcuo, bent down, and used his fingertips to explore Sikongcuo's breath. Then he reached under Sikongcuo's neck with one hand, held Sikongcuo's leg with the other, picked Sikongcuo up, and walked out quickly.

Walking out of the dense forest, his horse was gnawing on the grass casually. Su Tang put Sikong on the horse's back and turned over to the horse. Then he urged the horse to gallop in the distance.

After running until the sky was slightly bright, Su Tang thought in his heart that he had almost escaped a hundred and eighty miles. When the morning light lit up, the number of pedestrians on the road would soon increase. He did not want to reveal his traces. He looked around and found a small path leading to the forest, so he turned down.

Entering the forest, Su Tang shouted a few times, and Sikongcuo still closed his eyes without any response.

Su Tang found a big tree, grabbed Sikongcuo and climbed up to the treetops, then placed Sikongcuo on the branch, thought about it, pulled off a few pieces of cloth strips from Sikongcuo's skirt, tied her hands and feet to the branches, and then swayed Sikongcuo's shoulders. It felt very stable and unlikely to fall down, so I felt relieved.

The next moment, Su Tang's figure floated up and flew towards the direction he came. He had just passed by a small town and was about to go back to buy some food.

As soon as Su Tang left, Sikongcuo opened his eyes and looked at his hands and feet tied to the branch with laughter and cry. Then she used a little force and the strip of cloth broke.

Sikongcuo let out a sigh of relief, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

When Su Tang returned to the forest with two roasted chickens, wine bags and other items, he looked up and was shocked. Only a few strips of cloth were left at the top of the treetops, dancing in the wind, and Sikongcuo was nowhere to be found.

Su Tang jumped up and flew up to the treetops, looking for suspicious traces. Suddenly, he heard a chewing sound below.

Sikongcuo appeared next to the horse at some point, holding the roasted chicken in one hand and the wine bag in the other. She didn't dislike this kind of ordinary food in the villages and towns, and it tasted very delicious.

Su Tang felt relieved, fell from the treetops, and said softly: "Senior, have you woken up?"

Sikongcuo raised his wine bag, took a few sips, and then said to Su Tang: "Why should I bring me here?"

"Those people who dare to deal with you should have their own support." Su Tang explained: "I feel that they are just exploring the way. Once they discover you, the great practitioners will arrive later, so..."

"It seems you didn't understand." Sikongcuo said: "I'll talk about it from another perspective, why do you help me?"

"After all, you are a great demon god. Even if you want to die, you should die in a fierce battle, rather than being bullied by some gulls when you are seriously injured." Su Tang said: "Those people dare not show up with you fairly. They just want to find a bargain. I can't stand it."

Sikongcuo smiled, and said nothing, pulled off another roast chicken, threw it to Su Tang, and then threw the wine bag over.

After eating almost the same food, Sikong drank the last sip of wine in his bag, then slowly sat down against Shuyu, and whispered: "It's my old house."

"oh?"

"I should have an insider around me who is very trusted and knows me well." Sikongcuo said again; "Otherwise, they would not have thought of it, go there to find me."

Su Tang didn't say anything. He didn't know Sikong Chou at all and knew how to give suggestions, so he had to listen silently.

"Who will it be? Xiaonan... shouldn't." Sikongcuo shook his head as he said.

Su Tang remained silent, and Sikongcuo did not expect Su Tang to help him think. She was just talking to herself.

After a long time, Sikongcuo looked up and glanced around, and said to Su Tang: "I want to recuperate for a while, you can protect the Dharma for me."

"Okay." Su Tang nodded and responded.

Sikongcuo slowly closed his eyes, and her breath became calm, and the spiritual power emitted fluctuations were like a tide on a flat beach, slowly coming and going.

Su Tang, who had been calm, suddenly shrank his eyes and Sikongcuo was practicing in peace, but her spiritual power fluctuations actually affected his brain, the magic sword Yuan Soul, the magic face spirit soul, the magic finger spirit soul and the magic heart spirit, all expanding and contracting with the spiritual power fluctuation of Sikongcuo.

Su Tang had never encountered a similar situation before, and became particularly nervous for a moment. Did the other party sense the breath of the magic outfit?

But Sikongcuo didn't move, as if he didn't know anything.

After more than three hours, Sikongcuo opened her eyes. Her complexion improved a lot and her eyes regained their spirits.

"Ha... it feels so comfortable." Sikongcuo stretched, then slowly stood up: "Nothing happened, right?"

"No." Su Tangdao, he showed a look of wanting to speak but stopping.

"What do you want to say?" Sikongcuo asked.

"What kind of spiritual techniques are you practicing for seniors?" Su Tang finally couldn't help it. For three hours, he had been suppressing the restlessness in his brain. There were even a few times when the magic equipment was almost spontaneously activated. The spiritual techniques that Sikongcuo practiced were most likely to be linked to the magic equipment.

Su Tang also knew that his words were a big taboo, but they were of great importance, so he had to speak up, hoping that Sikongcuo could remember his help and not turn against him on the spot.

"Can you actually ask such a thing?" Sikongcuo looked at Su Tang with a smile on his face.

"I" Su Tang was extremely entangled. After a while, he said helplessly: "Then forget it."

"You and I are also destined to be together." Sikongcuo said lightly: "If you are willing to join me, I can teach you the Spiritual Art."

Logically speaking, Su Tang should be overjoyed now, and then he turned his head to pay his respects. Sikongcuo thought so, but Su Tang's performance was beyond her expectations.

Su Tang was silent again. Two years ago, he would not have hesitated. This was a rare opportunity. However, now it is different from the past. Many people have joined the camp of Qianqifeng. His appointment as his master is equivalent to joining the Demon God Altar, and it is equivalent to handing over the fate of those people to the Demon God Altar, which is unfair to them.

Moreover, the situation of the people in Qianqi Peak will become very embarrassing. If others don’t say it, He Yuanzheng has always had a lot of complaints about the Demon God Altar. If he knew that Su Tang had joined the Demon God Altar, He Yuanzheng would definitely leave.

He can't decide what happens in the future. If the Demon Altar wants the people from Qianqifeng to act as cannon fodder in the conflict, with his strength, why should he stop it?

"Thank you for your kindness, senior." Su Tang said with a wry smile: "But... I have my own difficulties, so please forgive me."

"Why? I look down on me?" Sikongcuo frowned.

"How dare I..." Su Tang said: "Yes...but I already have a master..."

"Oh? Who is your master?" Sikongcuo asked.

"He is not here." Su Tanghan replied vaguely. In fact, what he said was that he was not in this world. The ancient tree of destiny was enlightened in the void. The mysterious man who taught the spiritual refining method was also half of his Su Tang's master.

"Well." Sikongcuo sighed lightly. If Su Tang used other reasons to refuse, she would definitely feel very annoyed, and this reason was reasonable. Being able to join her Sikongcuo's disciple will surely make a fortune in the future. Su Tang was grateful for his teacher's kindness and would rather give up this opportunity, which proved Su Tang's pure heart. However, she was never used to being helped, and Su Tang knew that the person who wanted to deal with her was of great origin, so she was willing to take the risk to take her away. She owed Su Tang a great favor.

Sikongcuo pondered for a moment and spoke again: "The magic trick I practiced is divided into nine volumes. Since you don't want to worship the demon altar, then my magic trick can't be passed on to you with all my heart. Well... I will only pass on the first volume of yours. To what extent I can practice depends on your own fortune."

"Thank you senior" Su Tang was surprised.

"But you have to agree to me that without my permission, you will never transfer the spiritual skills to others." Sikongcuo, although he knew that only the first volume of practice was useless, and at most it was considered an introduction, Sikongcuo was still a little worried.

"Okay" Su Tang responded without hesitation.

"People in the world only know that there are five great magical techniques, but they don't know that there are several spiritual techniques that are more powerful than the five great magical techniques." Sikongcuo said: "It's a pity that those spiritual techniques are quite limited and it is difficult to achieve success in their entire lives, so they are silent."

"Senior, your spiritual skills are..." Su Tang seemed surprised.

"That's natural." Sikongcuo was very satisfied with Su Tang's emotional changes: "My spiritual skills came from the Demon Ancestor back then, and it was not comparable to those spiritual skills."

"Demon Ancestor?"

"Okay, listen carefully." Sikongcuo was a little afraid of the topic of the Demon Ancestor. After all, the demon-armored warrior Ren Yuko is a villain in the traditional sense. Even if she reaches this level and becomes a great demon god who has turned the world around, she would not dare to overturn the verdict for Ren Yuko: "The first volume is called Zifu Jue. Do you know what Zifu refers to?"

"I know." Su Tang replied: "Zifu is a place where hundreds of meridians gather. It is also called Qionggong after Mingtang orifice.

"There are thousands of words in the first volume. I will only say it once. If you remember it, you will remember it. If you can't remember it, I won't repeat it again." Sikongcuo said. She still felt something was wrong in her heart. Who made Su Tang refuse to join her door and agreed, just to repay Su Tang's favor, but in fact she still hoped that Su Tang would return without success.

"I understand." Su Tang was excited and immediately opened the spiritual palace. He wanted to test his memory? He found the wrong way.

Sikongcuo repeated the content of the first volume with a balanced speed of speech, and then said, "Don't be anxious. I thought that after I obtained the Demon Art, I practiced hard for five years before I could respond slightly. I finally achieved a small success in eight years..." Before he finished speaking, Sikongcuo could not continue because she saw Su Tang sitting quietly with her eyes closed and had already started practicing.

"What a little fool..." Sikongcuo smiled bitterly and shook her head. She had a little affection for Su Tang, but Su Tang refused to be the first, and now she acted too reckless and greedy, which made her very disliked. The Demon Art was collected by the lifelong efforts of the demon-armored warrior Ren Yukou. Without repeated study and comprehending, she went directly to practice, and it was almost impossible to achieve any results.

Sikongcuo turned his head and looked elsewhere. After a while, she felt Su Tang's breath change some times. When she turned her gaze, she couldn't help but be surprised.

There were countless purple marks as dense as spider webs on Su Tang's neck and cheeks, which were caused by the blood rush. Although it was very, very old, she remembered that the same effect occurred after two years of practice.

After a moment, the purple marks slowly spread, making Su Tang's entire face turn purple, which made Sikongcuo almost unable to believe his eyes.

As time passed, the purple began to shrink to Su Tang's eyebrows again, and finally condensed into a small dot, while Su Tang's face had returned to normal.

In a short period of time, Sikongcuo saw too many phenomena that she didn't believe, and her face became stiff. This situation that could be described as horror completely overturned her common sense.

In fact, Su Tang's entry was so fast, which was entirely because he already had four magic equipment components. The magic technique passed down by Ren Yukoo was tailor-made for the magic equipment. No matter how fast it was, it was normal, but it was unreasonable to be slow.

After a long time, the purple dots completely disappeared. Su Tang opened his eyes and Sikongcuo saw it clearly. When the first divine light shot out from Su Tang's pupils, it turned out to be purple-gold.

"Your Zi Mansion... has...it has been Mahayana?" Sikongcuo murmured.

"Yes, it's already Mahayana." Su Tang stood up and bowed to Sikongcuo solemnly: "Thank you, senior..."

Sikongcuo stretched out his hand and an invisible force blocked Su Tang's worship: "If you don't want to enter the demon altar, you naturally don't need to worship me Su Tang. You... have you really condensed into the purple palace?"

"Yes." Su Tang replied in surprise. He didn't feel that there was anything strange about this. It was like a reservoir full of water. When he opened the hole, the water would naturally gush out. In the past, he just didn't know how to open the hole.

"How is it possible..." Sikongcuo's face became even stiffer.

"Senior, what's wrong?" Su Tang asked.

"When did you reach the realm of establishing an ancestor?" Sikongcuo said: "Just on the Xiejun Platform?"

"Yes." Su Tang replied.

"Tell me the truth, how long have you been practicing until today?" Sikongcuo asked again

Su Tang thought about it and said honestly: "A little more than two years." He came out of Kobayashi two years ago.
To be continued...