Chapter 3767: Voice of the Devil

Everyone looked at the middle-aged beggar.
"This space for assessment is left over by the demon before he became a god. The gods have the power to pass the sky, and the grievances in the world will no longer be bothered. And all the demon gods hope that those who have their inheritance can get it. Great good fortune, and thus go further on the road of cultivating demons." The middle-aged beautician said lightly.
When someone listened to it, they couldn't help being taken aback, and said, "In this way, even though it is the spatial wreckage of the Demon God, it will not harm people who are not Demon Cultivators, but it will guide them into the Demon Path?"
"Exactly." The middle-aged beggar nodded and said.
At this time, the expressions of the five elders of the five major temples changed drastically.
Enchanted!
This sounds so far away from them, and it's also a matter of humiliation!
After all, the history of ordinary cultivators rejecting demons has been thousands, tens of thousands, or even 100,000 years.
Although there won't be too much dispute between the two, you will walk through your Yangguan Road, and I will walk on my single-plank bridge.
But for the demon cultivator, they met, it was a respectful distance, but in their hearts they were not ashamed to work with them.
Demon repairers have always been synonymous with brutality, blood, violence and so on.
When I looked at the monster beasts just now, I must have cultivated the magic way to be so violent.
If the disciples of my own academy specialize in the demon way, wouldn't there be one more evildoer that endangers the world?
Those inside are the top geniuses in their college!
No one wants them to specialize in the magic way.
Called the middle-aged man to call the flower indifferently: "You have too deep a prejudice against the demon cultivator. The so-called lay down the butcher knife and become a Buddha, there is no so-called good person in the world, and there is no absolute bad person. There is no so-called Buddha, let alone so-called demons. It’s a man or a devil, it all depends on one thought."
"Since the owner of this space is willing to let you in, it means that he is looking for a chance for creation. If his heart is a demon, you have been influenced by you for thousands of years, and you will not be able to overcome its demon nature. If his heart is good, Even if the white sand is in Nirvana, it can't be black with it."
The middle-aged man called the flower, put his hands together, his eyes closed slightly.
Behind him, there is a faint golden light that diffuses and flickers.
Everyone in the entire venue was instantly surrounded by a solemn and tranquil atmosphere.
They have never felt such a dialogue that purifies people's hearts, and the whole soul is quiet.
After a long while, the middle-aged beautician opened his eyes and slowly said: "It's a devil or a man, and it's all their personal goodwill."
Everyone immediately looked towards the sky, just staring at the stone.
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After a while, the underworld pattern on the scroll began to float from the scroll, and immediately fell on the gray-white stone wall.
After the black underworld pattern was printed on it, at this moment, only a black light enveloped everyone, and the entire sky suddenly sounded an ancient and vicissitudes of life
"Hehe, I have been waiting for thousands of years. I was looking for people who are destined, but I didn't expect seven of them to come at once."
Hearing this voice, everyone felt that their whole body was a little stiff, and even their breathing became slow.
It's like an extremely high-level majesty, descending from the sky, suppressing their souls, and it seems that it can kill them with a single thought.
"I have a good fortune, which can be passed on to one of you, but people who are not determined, who are not talented, and who are not courageous cannot obtain it. Do you want to accept the challenge?"
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