Vol 2 Chapter 807: The Supreme Demon is at ease...

There is no good and no disgusting body, there are good and malicious actions.
Naturally, there is no likes and dislikes, no good and evil. The so-called measure of good and evil is nothing more than the self-cognition of beings.
"Lianfa Hall, Demon Slayer Hall..."
Hearing the cry of the baby that was becoming inaudible behind him, An Qisheng's mind was condensed, and the message of the little demon in his hand appeared in front of him.
The practice hall is a hidden force.
Different from the looseness of Demon Slayer Hall, this refining hall is strictly hierarchical and has a clearer division of labor. There are little monsters dedicated to collecting various spiritual materials and evil materials.
Naturally, it is not easy for the demons to open their spirits, but for the big demons who have mastered some secrets, there is no problem in batching the cultivation of little demons.
This little demon doesn't even have a name, only a code name, and there are many more who collect Zihe carts everywhere.
It is said that this force was formed because of the joint formation of the demon who was persecuted by the Demon Slayer Hall and the evil cultivators.
Phoo~
In the night breeze, An Qisheng stopped and raised his eyebrows: "After following all the way, why did you show up?"
Amidst the flying snow, a kendo man with a blue shirt and hand stood on the eaves, looking lightly at An Qisheng in the snowy night, with a strange look in his eyes:
"I heard that cannibalism is a taboo in the refining hall, but you have some meaning..."
The man in the green shirt stood with his hands held in his hands, his tone was flat, his breath was extremely sharp, the man was as sharp as his sword, and the whole body was surrounded by a strong spirit.
Faintly, you can hear howling in the wind.
"What does the taboo of the practice hall have to do with me?"
An Qisheng's tone was flat.
This blue-shirted swordsman had been in the Zeng San motorcade, and he has followed all the way since he left. He naturally knew it.
"The Refining Hall is very fierce. You killed their demon, it is in trouble."
The man in Qingshan fell to the ground with the wind, and looked at An Qisheng carefully, unable to suppress his curiosity: "Following along the way, I really can't see that there is anything in you worthy of Master Zeng's care..."
Who is Zeng San?
As the helm of the Confucian School in Dongshengzhou now, although he is not as strong and decisive as he was in his youth, his reputation is still great.
Wherever he went, countless people followed him and protected him spontaneously.
There are not many people or demons in Dongshengzhou that he can see in his eyes. An Qisheng paid a visit, and he was treated with respect. Naturally, he was clearly seen by the crowd, and he was more curious.
However, he looked all the way but found nothing unusual.
He only cultivated one sword in his life, and he was the most keenly aware. Even Zeng San could perceive the breath of his body. Can such an unknown little demon be an exception?
An Qisheng held the little demon upside down, and glanced at the blue-shirted swordsman faintly: "Then you are taking me to the Demon Slayer Hall to receive the merit?"
"Old Zeng is only a few hundred miles away. If he wants to protect you, he has already spoken at this moment. If he wants to come, he has acquiesced."
The blue-shirted swordsman thought, and the sword on his back hummed and trembled: "You can stop the little demon from picking the purple river cart. It's also a good demon. What a pity..."
Hum~
His voice was cold, and seemed to be stronger than the cold wind.
When the voice fell, a ray of cold light had risen into the sky, like a silver dragon looking down, locked onto An Qisheng:
"A demon is a demon, good or evil, all are guilty! They all deserve to die!"
Huhu~
The sword energy mixed in the cold wind split the earth, and the icy ground under the snow cover was cut into a hideous chasm.
The wind seemed colder.
An Qi was born in the wind and snow, letting the sword aura lock him, his expression unchanged: "If you decide the life and death of a race, you are so domineering."
After the words that seemed to be sighing, An Qisheng's words turned sharply, and his words were like a knife: "Just, why do you think Zeng San should treat me courteously?"
"Ok?"
Tsing Yiren's pupils shrank, and then the light in front of his eyes widened, and a brilliant light suddenly exploded before his eyes.
How angry? !
The demon of Confucianism?
The green shirt swordsman's mind was shocked, and an incredible touch appeared.
Even in Confucianism, not everyone can cultivate into Haoran Qi. How can a demon race cultivate such a pure Haoran Qi?
Zheng~
At the same time as the thought, the sword that vacated in the sky had a clear and clear dragon-like sound, and then evolved into the shadow of the sky full of sword light
Boom!
At the same time as the sound of the burst of air burst, the sword light of the Qingshan swordsman was instantly bounced, and a slightly cold palm penetrated into the void.
Pressed on the slightly hideous face of the swordsman in green shirt.
In the next instant, severe pain struck!
The swordsman in the green shirt only felt that his eyes were bright and dark, and then the sky was turned upside down. The mana barrier around his body was instantly shattered, and the violent wind swamped it with snow and mud.
But it smashed directly under the icy ground.
The tyrannical and indescribable huge power spread over him, shed a strand, and the whole long street was shaking up into the sky.
The sudden hurricane swept both sides of the street, many houses were shaken by it, and many lights were on, and then extinguished in the suppressed exclamation.
The calm snowy night was broken by a sudden shock.
"Do not......"
Amidst the dust and snow drifting in the sky, the swordsman in Qingshan spouted a large amount of blood mist, and only felt that his internal organs and his limbs were shattered by the huge impact.
Where is the awe-inspiring Confucianism?
It is even more ferocious and violent than the Buddhist statue!
Puff~
The green-shirted swordsman stood up struggling, and fell to the ground before he could speak, a large area of ​​scarlet smeared, and the snow and mud were all red.
"Get used to pressing people with force, will your brain really degenerate?"
An Qisheng flicked his fingers, and the swordsman in blue shirt, who looked like a dead dog, also grasped in his hand.
Although he has not yet practiced in this body, but if he dares to walk outside, he will naturally not be helpless.
Beneath the appearance of Confucian awe-inspiring spirit is the great power of the giant spirit god.
"you you....."
The cultivator's vitality was extremely strong. After a single blow, the blue-shirted swordsman was still alive, but his blood-stained seven orifices were also distorted, extremely shocked.
At this moment, he finally felt it.
In the seemingly peaceful body of the person in front of him, there is endless danger and horror.
It was a pity that it was too late to regret, and I could only watch myself as a dead dog being carried towards the snowy night.
"Confucianism, demon, Taoism..."
One person and one demon carrying a dead dog, An Qisheng's heart was filled with dark and difficult thoughts.
In this rigorous legal system, like a sky-net-shrouded world, all unsocial and mavericks are extremely easy to detect.
Subtle fashion and it doesn't matter, if the movement is too big, you have to put on a reasonable external manifestation for yourself.
In other words, he has to choose one or two among the realms of this world.
Huhu~
In the cold wind, the rabbit demon looked dignified. He guarded Cai Xiaobai's side, feeling the breath rising not far away, his hair standing upright.
He has a keen sense and is extremely frightened. If it weren't for Cai Xiaobai to be unable to move, he would want to avoid it at this time.
Although this breath was flashing and extinguishing, it also made him feel the danger.
"Mynah, mynah, what's wrong with you?"
Cai Xiaobai is ignorant and doesn't know what happened.
"It's a bit unpleasant, this breath is very similar to those fierce people in Demon Slayer Hall..."
Tuba was very nervous, because he found that the breath was getting closer and closer to him.
Squeaky~
With the sound of pushing the door, Rabbit Monster's fear finally broke out.
He screamed and jumped up, his legs were about to kick out amid the violent explosion of the airflow.
"it's me."
An Qisheng made a sound at the right time, stopped the frightened rabbit, shaking his hands, and threw the dog-like people and monsters on the ground.
"You, did you take them down?"
Tuba urgently regained his strength and landed on the ground, looking at the one person and one demon who didn't know the human affairs, and he was a little surprised: "No, it's not right.....How can there be demon in Zhan Yaotang? Is it... ."
"It's not bad, you guessed it, that little demon is from the Hall of Refining the Magic, and the swordsman is from the Hall of Slayer Demon."
An Qisheng glanced at the ignorant Xiaobaicai.
With the short awakening of Yuanmou from the bottom of the earth, the aura on this cabbage monster has become stronger and stronger, although within a few days of opening the spirit, the monster has a faint tendency to surpass this rabbit monster.
The big demon had a ray of demon energy, but it was already comparable to the little demon's tens of hundreds of years of practice.
"What, what?"
Tuba was a little confused: "You, why do you even provoke the demons in the refining hall? The people and demons in the refining hall are both maddening murderers."
Tuba, who has never worked with people or demons, was a little panicked at this time, turning around, like an ant on a hot pot.
But he couldn't hold back the ‘imperial attitude’ he had held for a long time.
Good guy, I was already at odds with the Demon Slayer Hall, and now my'men' even offended the Falun Gong Hall.
Who can stand this?
"It doesn't matter whether it is a person or a demon, when you kill it, you kill, what's the big deal?"
An Qisheng glanced at the rabbit demon who could not wait to clean up the soft running away immediately, An Qisheng shook his head: "Looking forward and looking forward to the future, I am afraid of this and that, not to mention the Demon King, you are not even a demon."
Although he shook his head, An Qisheng also knew.
A little bunny demon who has been hiding in Tibet and has been studying for a few years only in the countryside looking for teachers and students, naturally it is impossible to expect him to have any grandeur.
"Who, who is afraid?"
After being said by the'subordinates', the eight rabbits felt a little bit frustrated: "Don't say that these two small characters are the Slayer Demon Hall, and the master of the Refining Hall comes together, and the eighth master is not afraid!"
"Shame, shame, shame~~~"
An Qisheng has not spoken yet, Cai Xiaobai has already yelled.
Tuba became more and more uncontrollable, gritted his teeth and glared at the cabbage: "Shut up, you!"
"Ha ha......"
An Qisheng smiled, without breaking this rabbit demon's careful thoughts, and instead said: "In that case, let's go to the two residences and take a walk..."
"???you you....."
The rabbit demon suddenly raised his head, and the look in An Qisheng's eyes suddenly became a little weird.
His spirit is extremely sensitive, and of course he can stand up to this sentence. It is by no means a joke.
"Rather than waiting for someone to call the door, it is better to find the door yourself."
An Qisheng's face was calm, but he made the rabbit demon back again and again, seeming to be greatly frightened: "You, you are not Bodhi?"
An Qisheng wanted to answer, but suddenly raised his head as if he was aware of it, and looked into the dark night.
That is the direction of one's own body...
what happened?
...
The night is dark and silent, and there seems to be only the sound of wind and snow between the heaven and the earth.
In the newly repaired Zhenhai Palace, most people have fallen asleep, but there are also a few people who have just finished their work.
"Today, only one night in the firewood room..."
Lin Boxun beat his sore and numb arms and lay on the straw covered in the wood shed. He didn't feel cold after he had just finished working.
But at this time, the sweat fell, and I felt the wind coming through the door crack, as bitingly cold.
In the original Zhenhai Prince's Mansion, the place where the people lived was pretty good, even much better than ordinary people.
It’s just that the King’s Mansion in Zhenhai was destroyed during that battle. In these days, they are actively preparing for the war, and naturally not many people are going to repair houses.
So until this time, the Zhenhai Prince's Mansion had not been restored as before, and many houses were still unable to live in, so naturally the people couldn't live in any good houses.
"No, it's too cold..."
Lin Boxun rubbed his hands and face, gritted his teeth and stood up. It is a big taboo to start a fire in the wood shed. Of course he dare not. It's just that he can't stand the cold at this time, but he can't take care of so much.
With the fire, Lin Boxun breathed a sigh of relief, took off his sweaty clothes, and hung them carefully by the fire. He leaned on the fire and lay down holding the thatch.
In my heart, I think of the house that I cleaned with other families in the daytime, and I am envious.
That's where people live, but unfortunately, in my life, I can't sleep in a bed like Young Master, right?
Although there are examples of Qin Honghai's emergence from the nursery school to become a guest, he does not feel that he has such an ability.
Before the rise of Qin Honghai, he was also a personal soldier of King Zhenhai. He was born and died for more than ten years. He didn't know the words or Wu.
Worshiping giant spirit gods is not pious enough...
I was envious and sad, but thinking about tomorrow's work, Lin Boxun gritted his teeth and forced himself to close his eyes. UU reading www.uukanshu. com
Relying on the warmth of the fire, Lin Boxun gradually fell asleep.
"Boxun, Boxun..."
In the confusion, Lin Boxun seemed to hear a strange and familiar call.
Who is this?
father?
But I don't have a father.
mother?
I don't have a mother...
Lin Boxun was in a daze, not knowing what he was doing, but the voice in his ear was getting closer and clearer.
Following that, a ray of inexplicable light emerged before his eyes.
Faintly, he seemed to see a face that made him extremely warm, but not clear.
"I'm dying....."
For no reason, Lin Boxun had a sense of enlightenment in his heart, but unexpectedly, he had no thoughts of worry, fear, or fear.
Just staring blankly at the unclear face in front of him.
It seemed like a moment, it seemed like a long time.
He heard a voice that seemed to be coming from a very distant place: "Some people are still alive, but they are already dead..."
"Some people are dead, but he is still alive..."
Lin Boxun's heart was filled with a whisper like a thunder and explosion:
"Do you want to really live!"
Beautiful clothes and jade food,
Wealth and wealth,
Gold and silver beauty.....
The voice seemed magical.
Everything he thought of, everything he could not think of, was surging in Lin Boxun's heart. It was a beauty that he had never dreamed of.
So much that he was stunned and addicted.
boom!
Almost at the same time, that face exploded in front of his eyes, turning into a line of lines that he had never seen before, but could understand its meaning:
[The supreme heart demon is at ease... system]
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