A very strange feeling arose in the Demon Sect's heart.

This is the moment when he is very weak. He urgently needs a lot of fresh energy to replenish his vitality. This is not a good time to face a strong enemy.

And the most important thing is that this northerner wearing the costume of the Daozong of the Southern Dynasty clearly had a far inferior to his true essence, but it naturally gave him a terrible feeling.

"Who are you?"

He took a deep breath, looked at the practitioner, and shouted in a deep voice.

He was a little harsh and cowardly.

Not to mention that after he devoured the vitality of the Southern Empress Dowager, in fact, after he left the Northern Wei Mobei, he no longer had such a harsh and cowardly appearance.

Uneasiness comes from unknown.

When he left Mobei and came to Luoyang, although his cultivation did not surpass all the practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty, he knew very well what the Northern Wei emperor needed. Many years after that, until he left the Northern Wei Dynasty, he regarded the world as a chessboard and the people of the world as a chess piece. The four words "Master of the Demon Sect" were like ubiquitous shadows. However, when everything came true, when he killed the last saint among the three saints of the South Heaven, he began to have a vague premonition.

Especially this morning, when he figured out what was happening to him, he was extremely eager to think about the real source of his uneasiness from the life of the Empress Dowager of the Southern Dynasty.

He needed some time to investigate this matter, but at this moment, he vaguely felt that the practitioner in front of him was related to what he was following, which was the dark force that he had not noticed before.

This dark power seemed to override the world he was familiar with, and was even related to the formation of the Three Saints of the South Heaven back then.

"Your growth is beyond my imagination."

This northerner, who looked like a practitioner of the Dao Sect in the Southern Dynasty, did not directly answer the questions of the Demon Sect. He walked slowly along the ridge of the field. The accent he spoke was the purest Southern Dynasty accent, and even with the dialect flavor of Jiankang. His tone was a little emotional, "I have never seen you before, but it should be related to me when you become like this today. But I don't know if you think this is my credit, or if I think I have taken you on such a path of no return."

In addition to his feelings, the tone of this practitioner seems to have a vicissitudes that are difficult to describe in words.

Vicissitudes come from time and more from extraordinary experiences.

This practitioner is probably much older than him.

A bitter chill surged in the body of the Demon Sect.

But before he spoke again, the practitioner had already continued, "When you are a saint of light, you should know about me. By seniority, you should call me Uncle Third Master?"

"Uncle Third Master?"

The Demon Sect's expression became indifferent. The more he encountered a fatal crisis, the more he could become absolutely calm. This was a habit he developed many years ago. "Uncle Wu Wen Lie, when I entered the school, I only knew that he was dead."

"Since I am standing here alive, it means that the so-called death is an illusion." The practitioner smiled and said in an unquestionable tone: "The key is that in the story, I am a practitioner of the Guangming Holy Sect who had thought of the blood box of destiny before you."

The Demon Sect narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded, and said slowly: "In the records I saw back then, the third uncle Yuwen failed to steal the blood box of destiny and was killed by the magic weapon left by the acting leader of the Holy Sect of Guangming."

"Actually, I don't have real interest in the Fusion of Destiny Blood Box."

The practitioner looked at the Demon Sect and said, "I know very well what the consequences will be if I fusion of the Destiny Blood Box. I died in disguise and stealing the Destiny Blood Box. I just wanted to destroy a restriction of the Holy Sect of Guangming and give future generations the possibility of success."

"You are not the one I chose, but if it weren't for you, sooner or later, people like you will try to seize the blood box of destiny and be able to succeed."

The cultivator smiled. He looked at the demon sect's eyes shining with cold light, and then said, "If you are still sober enough at this moment, you are willing to think about it carefully. You should understand that what I said is right. If I had not secretly destroyed that crucial prohibition, you would not have obtained the Destiny Blood Box. Even if no one can stop you, the Destiny Blood Box would fall directly into the underground fire vein because of the prohibition and would never appear again."

The Demon Sect's face was still indifferent, but a more strange feeling arose in his heart.

He tried his best to get the Destiny Blood Box. In the forbidden area that imprisoned the Destiny Blood Box, the moment he really obtained the Destiny Blood Box, he did find that there was a hidden and undisclosed ban. The prohibition was enough to turn hundreds of feet into a sea of ​​fire, and let the Destiny Blood Box fall into a magma pool deep in the crack below. However, the prohibition did not trigger. He just said that the prohibition had existed for too long, and the power in it had naturally subsided, and no one was allowed to do so in the forbidden area.

After entering, no one found that the final ban had expired.

"There is luck in this world, but no one can always be lucky."

The practitioner looked at the silent Demon Sect and knew that the other party no longer doubted his statement. He smiled and said, "The Holy Sect of Guangming was an existence that surpassed most sects in the world. If you were not within our arrangement, you happened to enter the Holy Sect of Guangming. You had enough luck. But you did so many things later and were able to escape from the Southern Dynasty and escape to Mobei of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Do you really think that it is just because you are excellent enough. Have you never thought that your luck is really good?"

The Demon Sect remained silent.

He had indeed thought that this was the reason why he had fallen into uneasiness before.

But he fled from the Southern Dynasty and fled to Mobei, and from Mobei to Luoyang to become a master of the Demon Sect admired by countless people in the Northern Wei Dynasty. He paid too much of this and experienced countless desperate situations of life and death. He did not think that he would become a pawn on someone else's chessboard.

He really never felt that he had good luck.

But he did not doubt what the practitioner said, nor did he doubt that someone could plan such a thing, because if he had changed to him and had already achieved great success back then, he would have been able to do such things.

"So what you mean, you have already arranged for someone else to get the Destiny Blood Box." The Demon Sect was silent for several breaths. He raised his head, looked at the practitioner, and said, "In your plan, you arranged for someone to enter the Holy Sect of Light, and then that person would also be moved by the power of the Destiny Blood Box and eventually seize the Destiny Blood Box. But you didn't expect that instead, I took the Destiny Blood Box."

“No matter how perfect a plan is, sometimes there will be a blemish.”

The practitioner nodded and said, "I was most optimistic about Luo Xiu or Qi Shenxuan back then. Among them, Luo Xiu was arranged by me to enter the Holy Sect of Guangming. I also spent some time on him. As for Qi Shenxuan or you, I just sowed some seeds casually back then, but you came out in the end, which surprised me a little."

"So strictly speaking, the Holy Sect of Light should be destroyed in your hands, not in mine."
Chapter completed!