"The Demon Sect now... is really degenerate..." With a sigh falling, an old man appeared in front of the two of them.

"Roar..." The red snake's scarlet eyes stared at the visitor. Although his consciousness was unclear at this time, the sudden appearance of the old man still made his body instinctively feel a little afraid.

The old man slowly walked towards the red snake with a wooden stick, sighing while walking, and said, "Without the Demon Lord's Demon Sect, it will be impossible to cause any storm."

The Red Snake roared when he heard this, and his huge body rushed towards the old man violently. At this time, his reason was completely replaced by the madness in his eyes. The demon sect, no matter who it is, would tell him torn to pieces!

The old man gently lifted up the wooden stick, his eyes like a pool of stagnant water, looking at the red snake rushing towards him. The ground around him was trembling violently because of its huge body, and he said mockingly: "Some monsters would rather give up their powerful body and want to open their spirits. As the spiritual master of all things, you are willing to give up your most precious wisdom and drown in the yellow sand of desire."

As he said that, the old man gently pointed the raised wooden stick towards the ground. In an instant, the ground under the red snake's feet began to sink like a mud swamp. No matter how the red snake struggled in it, it would be useless. He could only let his body sink slowly.

"After the Demon Lord left, there was no demon to worship. This technique is now just a joke. It is hard to reach the Grand Priesthood if it is reduced to eight hundred enemies and one thousand of them. "The old man looked at the struggled Red Snake with his hands behind his back and said. The Red Snake's body slowly sank into the ground, leaving only one head still screaming on the ground.

"But the most interesting point of the martial arts technique of Fengmo is that it is based on the word Feng. People often say that gains and losses will occur. This point is vividly reflected in this martial arts. This person devoted his wisdom to exchange for this powerful body, and what did you... contribute your cultivation to exchange for?" The old man said, turning his head and looking at Liu Tianfa, who was staring sharply behind, asked.

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In the jungle, Gu Ying ran quickly with Mu Yashu on his back. He, who was already very strong in his body, became more agile after breaking through the realm. Even when he was carrying a person, his movements were still not slow.

"This is the first time I'm carried by a man other than dad..." Mu Yashu murmured to Gu Ying's back at this time, looking a little embarrassed.

Gu Ying heard this and thought that Mu Yashu felt that he was so old and was not used to carrying someone on his back, so he said directly: "It's okay, I'll get used to it after memorizing it a few more times."

After hearing this, Mu Yashu's face was shivered and angrily hit Gu Ying's shoulder, then asked in a low voice: "Have you ever carved other girls?"

"Yes." Gu Ying nodded and replied very briefly.

Upon hearing this, a trace of loss flashed in Mu Yashu's eyes, and he pouted his mouth slightly and murmured softly: "Hmph, Dingtu..."

"I have a sister who has been weak and sick since she was a child. Once, when my parents were not at home, she was very sick, so I carried her back.

She traveled for more than ten miles to find the doctor." Gu Ying said slowly.

"My sister was born with a congenital spiritual seed shattered, and later she saved her life by chance. However, we, a farmer, could not provide the spiritual medicine to regulate her body, which led to her spiritual seed becoming a broken seed, which led to her extremely risky nature. Even if she successfully puts all kinds of spirits, there is a very high probability that she will become a waste seed."

Mu Yashu looked dark when he heard this and said, "That's actually good to be an ordinary person."

Gu Ying shook her head and said again: "Although my sister has always been weak, she is a very strong woman in her bones. Sometimes when I see her, it seems like I see a sharp sword hidden in a scabbard. Usually, it is hidden in the scabbard to prevent her from stabbing her. However, when it comes to cultivation, the sharp light of the sword can make people feel like they are sitting on pins and needles, so I didn't stop her when she said she was going to participate in the selection of Zui Menglu."

"You are crazy. She will die when you drag the broken seed body to participate in the selection!" Mu Yashu was shocked and said.

Gu Ying shook her head again and said, "We ordinary people are different from those of you, the noble lady. The path of your cultivation can be your help and clear the obstacles ahead for you. However, we can only rely on ourselves and our own efforts to realize our dreams and values. Even if we die in this path, we will do whatever we can."

Gu Ying's words pierced Mu Yashu's heart like a needle. At this time, she had to admit that she was indeed a little immature than Gu Ying. She didn't know what to say for a while. After a while, she silently said: "You are more like a monk than me."

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"I wonder what the senior said?" Liu Tianfa seemed very calm when asked the old man's question, and asked with his fists.

The old man smiled and walked towards Liu Tianfa step by step. The frequency of each step was just on the beat of Liu Tianfa's heartbeat. Slap... t... t... t...

Liu Tianfa looked at the old man who was approaching step by step, took a deep breath, forcibly broke free from the old man's frequency of walking, and spoke respectfully again: "I haven't asked the name of my senior yet."

"Old man, I'm just a kind of medicine to collect medicine. I'm just curious why you know the magic sect's skills." The old man said in a deep voice.

Liu Tianfa took a step back and said, "I really don't know what the magic sect skills I said, and I have also seen it. I am just an ordinary person with aborted cultivation. How can I be qualified to participate in the magic sect?"

"Are you sure that I won't kill you, old man?" the old man asked with a smile at Liu Tian.

"The cultivation of the previous generation, the life and death of the younger generation is just a matter of the previous generation's thoughts, so why not count as a scheming?" Liu Tianfa was as respectful as ever, no matter what the old man said.

The old man flashed and came directly to Liu Tianfa, pressing his wooden stick on Liu Tianfa's chin. His terrifying cultivation was vented from his body, making Liu Tianfa breathless.

At this time, beads of sweat had already appeared between Liu Tian's forehead. This momentum was even his junior brother Mu Yuchen.

It is impossible to achieve it, which shows that the old man in front of him is only stronger than the Shouxu Realm.

Who is this person? Liu Tianfa kept recalling in his mind that there were some strong people in this world who looked like this old man, but he could never find a figure that matched him.

"How many points can you win?" the old man asked softly in Liu Tianfa's ear.

Under the strong oppression of the old man, Liu Tianfa said intermittently: "Late... I only know... Senior wants me to die now."

"You are a variable."

"Men... don't know..."

"As a generation of heroes, the Demon Lord ran his own troops and removed his body after his death. The remnants of the Demon Cult took his order to create an extremely simple tomb for him in this place where birds do not shit. Do you know why?" The old man said, his breath became even stronger.

Liu Tianfa was suppressed by this terrible aura and could not speak, so he could only stare at the old man with a look of confusion.

"Because the Demon Lord once said that he could see a corner of the future through this technique, but at that time, the only one who could be calculated was the Demon Lord." The old man said, and the wooden stick in his hand against Liu Tianfa's throat used some force.

"So, where have you calculated?" the old man continued to ask.

Liu Tianfa felt that he was about to suffocate, but the doubt in his eyes did not change at all. He was just a businessman. It was okay to calculate the money account book, but it was really difficult for him to calculate the fortune-telling theory.

Seeing that Liu Tianfa was about to be crushed to death by the old man, the old man suddenly retracted, which made Liu Tianfa collapse to the ground like a new life, gasping for breathing, breathing fresh air.

The old man looked at Liu Tianfa who was lying on the ground, and said in contemplative expression: "It seems that today... you really can't die."

After saying that, he stepped lightly in a certain direction and disappeared from the spot, but when he left, he did not forget to get rid of the red snake that had his head buried in the soil and exposed.

Liu Tianfa covered his chest and gasped, looking at the red snake that instantly turned into a broken watermelon, full of palpitations.

"Uncle Liu...Uncle Liu, are you okay?" Mu Yashu's voice soon came from the jungle.

As soon as he finished speaking, two figures appeared in front of Liu Tianfa's eyes. Liu Tianfa saw Mu Yashu at a glance, but the next second, he saw the figure of the young man who left a very deep impression on him.

And what surprised him the most was that Mu Yashu was actually being carried on the back by the boy at this time. In addition, there were too many things happening today, which made his brain unable to move for a while.

Gu Ying only saw that Uncle Liu, who was nagged by the eldest lady behind him, was actually the businessman who took him to Nancheng... Liu Tianfa.

Looking at Liu Tianfa, who was also speechless on the ground, he couldn't help blinking in surprise and asked, "Are you... her uncle?"

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(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!