I Gou, a demon repairer, buys crazily at the end of the day

Chapter 163 Demon Dao Ancestral Court, Mount Jiuli
Jiuli Mountain.

It is said that this place was once the ancestral home of demons.

The place where the demon lord of the world proves his way.

It's just that they were completely defeated by these disciples and grandchildren who don't understand sustainable development.

After thousands of years of development, it gradually repaired the damage of the past and became a blessed land again.

In the previous hundreds of years, many orthodox sects were bred here.

With the passage of time, the fighting, slaughtering, and annexation among the orthodox sects made this place gradually evolve into the embryonic form of a unified sect.

It's a pity that before this unified sect is fully formed, this place has become the base of the demon way.

If they don't want to die, they can only be forced to move out.

And these people who migrated out naturally became the targets that the top sects of the righteous way were trying to recruit.

There's no way, it's only been a hundred years, most people in this newly formed sect can't form too much sense of belonging to this sect.

Coupled with such precarious turmoil, those who are interested will naturally want to go to a higher place.

A great sect full of vitality completely collapsed in a short period of time.

From the original situation where it was very likely to be promoted to the first-class situation, to the current situation where the building collapsed in the blink of an eye, and the key members can barely maintain the second-class situation, it is already quite good.

And more importantly, it depends on the follow-up.

If they can't find a base where they can settle down as soon as possible in the follow-up, they can develop well.

I'm afraid it won't be long before they will be forced to be reduced to a third-rate sect, and eventually disappear from the crowd.

After 20 years, after Mo Dao leaves from Jiuli Mountain, it is impossible for them to return to this place.

This kind of gathering place of the world's spiritual veins can only be controlled by those top sects, or it can only be controlled by their subordinate sects.

The world can no longer tolerate more top forces.

This is the consensus of all of them.

Even though everyone is on the right path and doing things in accordance with the sky, the world affairs behind this will never be less.

Jiuli Town.

Jiang Sheng and Sun Chong sat in the small tavern in the town, listening to the storyteller here talk about the past of this ancestral land.

The town was very deserted, in stark contrast to those demons roaring from the sky.

This is the closest place to Jiuli Mountain, and it has barely escaped the category of mortals.

It can be regarded as a market where cultivators and mortals live and operate together.

Some cultivators who have no hope of seeking the Tao will eventually choose this place to settle down.

But it is precisely because of this that it sets off the helplessness of these mortals here.

They knew that this place would soon become a paradise for demons, and all the cultivators who were capable of escaping had already fled with their families.

The remaining mortals are mostly ordinary people who have spent all their money to get a place in this square city. They want to find a higher starting point for future generations, but they are trapped and dead here, with no hope of escape.

Many of them were tricked by those monks before they left, and all their family properties were abducted, leaving them such unlucky people who were desperate to die.

Now that the clouds are gloomy and miserable, and those who can only live in a hurry, there are also a lot of them.

After the storyteller finished talking about the past, he went directly to Jiang Sheng and Sun Chong.

Then he knelt down on the ground and said in a mournful voice, "I implore the gods to have mercy!"

Jiang Sheng didn't talk to him, but Sun Chong said with great interest, "We are not some gods, we just pass by here, come in to have a rest, are you mistaken?"

The storyteller didn't say much, he just kowtowed and said: "The god is merciful, the little old man has nothing to love in his life, his son and daughter went out to collect medicine, both of them died, leaving this poor child unattended."

"Little old man has nothing else to ask, but to ask the gods to bring my child out of the fire pit."

Sun Chong glanced at Jiang Sheng at the side.

Seeing the miserable look of the old storyteller, Jiang Sheng couldn't bear it.

I thought that if this was the case, it would be no harm to save the child's life.

Unexpectedly, before he could speak, someone on the side spoke first and said: "If it's just to save your child, it's not too troublesome. Since you and I are destined to meet today, why not save his life?"

Everyone turned their heads to look, and the one who spoke was a young man who had just walked into the tavern.

The young man looks red with red lips and white teeth, but he has a fairy air about him.

Jiang Sheng and Sun Chong didn't speak any more.

Just curious where this boy came from.

How could he still say such a thing.

"Since when are there such good people in the Demonic Dao?"

Jiang Sheng was even more interested now.

There is no doubt that the young man is a devil. At this time, there is no one who dares to appear near Jiuli Mountain.

The old storyteller was overjoyed when he heard the words, he faced the young man, kowtowed "bang bang" to the young man, and performed the greatest courtesy he could do.

"Thank you, Shangxian, thank you, Shangxian, for your mercy!"

The old storyteller stood up, blood was already oozing from his forehead, with the plaster on the floor, he looked extremely humble.

The boy waved his hand: "Why don't you hurry up and call that kid out?"

The old storyteller hurriedly responded.

Then it went to the back hall.

The young man sat down with a golden knife, his eyes fell on the direction of Jiang Sheng and Sun Chong, and after realizing that Sun Chong was only in the sea of ​​clouds, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

"With your strength, you dare to come here to grab business?"

"I really don't know how to write the word dead?"

"Why don't you get out?"

The boy snorted coldly.

Sun Chong was not at all annoyed, he laughed and said: "Brother Dao, my senior brother and I also came from a long way, we just came here today, and we don't know what the rules are here, we offended Brother Dao, we apologize. "

"However, what is the business that Brother Dao mentioned earlier?"

He quickly continued: "Brother Dao, don't worry, we are just curious, and we will never do anything excessive."

Seeing that Sun Chong was quite capable of doing things, the young man was not so domineering for a while.

He chuckled: "Seeing that you are also country bumpkins who don't understand anything, it doesn't hurt to say a few more words with you."

"This Jiuli Town is now the place my ancestors have taken a fancy to."

"The ancestor wants to practice an unrivaled magical skill. There is still a shortage of virgins and men and women, and they must be people with quiet souls. That's why they have to do so many troublesome things."

"Because the two of you haven't had much trouble, I don't have the same knowledge as you today, so get out!"

Sun Chong responded repeatedly.

He looked at Jiang Sheng, and found that Jiang Sheng didn't intend to leave at all, but he seemed to have doubts about what this person said.

Sun Chong explained via voice transmission: "Brother, the so-called quiet soul is actually a state of living soul."

"Some monks need the more resentment in the living soul body, the better, but for some exercises, resentment itself is a great hindrance."

"The living soul they need is very peaceful. It is best to be a close person, a pure living soul without any precautions. A living soul like this is called a quiet soul."

"This kid is now here to collect quiet souls, that is, to coax the old man's grandson to go to the mountain first, and after raising them to a certain level, he will directly take the living souls in his body and practice magic skills."

Jiang Sheng really didn't know that there were still these twists and turns.

It's no wonder that when I was in Yuankong Mountain, the number of little devils on the periphery was always the largest.

On almost every barren hill, there is a sign that a sect is about to be established.

Among them, I am afraid that similar furnaces will directly account for more than [-]%.

Jiang Sheng looked at Sun Chong: "What do you want to do?"

With a bitter face, Sun Chong thought for a while and said, "Brother, I want to save someone's life..."

Jiang Sheng grinned: "Coincidentally, I think so too."

After all, Jiang Sheng stretched out his hand to grab it, and a demon claw fell directly on the boy's head in the void.

The young man turned pale with shock, his eyes were full of horror, when he wanted to move, he found that the air around him seemed to have been completely frozen.

Unable to move an inch, he stared at the falling devil's claws.

He shouted loudly: "Stop! I am a disciple of Hongchen Patriarch, and my master is nearby. If you kill me, my master will not spare you!"

Jiang Sheng listened to the voice, but the movements of his hands did not stop at all.

I saw the devil's claw slamming down, and the young man who hadn't reached the alchemy state was crushed directly by the terrifying devil's claw.

"Brother is too strong!"

"Such supreme magic power is simply rare in the world, and it is really a model for us monks!"

"Brother is invincible!"

Sun Chong's eyes lit up.

Jiang Sheng resolutely ignored this guy's embarrassment, he chuckled: "Stop criticizing, the person you want to save has already slipped away."

Sun Chong was stunned, and then a smile appeared on his face: "The old man is smart, brother, should we help him? If we ignore them, we will inevitably die in the end."

Jiang Sheng said indifferently: "If you want to go, you can go, but you have to think about it first, you can save them for a while, but you can't save them forever."

Sun Chong smiled: "Don't worry, brother, I just don't want to see them die in front of me. As long as they pass this hurdle, it doesn't matter to me what happens to them after all."

Jiang Sheng nodded, he waved his hand: "Go."

Sun Chong responded, and then rushed straight to the back hall, chasing after the old storyteller along the path he left.

Jiang Sheng sat where he was, picked up a peanut and put it in his mouth.

He looked at the young man who was walking in from the door of the tavern.

"A mere alchemy, dare to kill my disciple?"

"The ancestor gave you a chance, tell me, what do you rely on?"

Hongchen Patriarch walked up to Jiang Sheng, and then sat opposite Jiang Sheng.

He looked at Jiang Sheng with great interest, as if he saw a once-in-a-century freak.

Jiang Sheng looked up at Hongchen Patriarch: "Did you just come out of retreat?"

Hongchen Patriarch smiled and said, "How do you know that I just came out of retreat?"

Jiang Sheng sighed, "If you hadn't just come out of retreat, you would have started running the moment you saw me."

The ancestor of Hongchen laughed loudly: "Run away? Just rely on your little Seven Tribulations Golden Elixir?"

"Even if you are a little bit capable, with this realm you can reach the level comparable to Nascent Soul, but so what?"

"That's just the result of imagination in the minds of you alchemy juniors!"

"The real Nascent Soul is far more powerful than what you imagined!"

The ancestor of Hongchen reached out and grabbed Jiang Sheng's head.

It seems that there is no grand scene at all, just because he has gathered all his strength in this palm.

Jiang Sheng, who was shrouded in this palm, felt like an ant.

This palm has become bigger and bigger, more and more terrifying.

Even every line in that palm, he can see clearly.

It was like the sky falling, and it was directly suppressed towards the top of his head.

There is no way to avoid it!

But Jiang Sheng didn't want to avoid it from the beginning.

As soon as he thought about it, the hairpin on the top of his head, which was used to tie his hair, turned into a ray of light, and stabbed directly at the giant hand that covered the sky.

The gleam of the hairpin looked like an insignificant burr in front of the palm.

But it was this inconspicuous burr that pierced the seemingly extremely solid and thick skin in an instant, piercing directly into the palm of the hand from the deep texture.

"Oh!"

The two huge forces collided instantly, but the place of the collision was now in the palm of that palm.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Mixed with thick white bones and fried flocculent flesh and blood.

Ancestor Hongchen looked at the blood hole in his palm, he couldn't believe his eyes at all, let alone the extremely real pain coming from his body.

"This is impossible!"

"It's just a pill formation, how can it have such terrifying strength!"

"Secret treasure, what kind of treasure is this!"

A series of doubts flashed in Hongchen Patriarch's heart.

But no one will answer this question for him at all.

As soon as Jiang Sheng stretched out his hand, the hairpin-sized light had already rushed towards the head of Hongchen Patriarch.

Hongchen Patriarch was shocked instantly.

He is also a ruthless person, completely turning a blind eye to the injury on his palm.

With a fierce slap of both hands forward, he was about to scatter the escaping light directly into his palm.

"No matter how powerful your secret treasure is, it will never be able to withstand my divine power that has reached the Nascent Soul Realm!"

"Break it for me!"

In the palm of the ancestor of the world of mortals, boundless and violent power surged.

The frightening demonic elements gathered, like two compressed nebulae, spinning like a millstone, ruthlessly squeezing the ray of light in his palm.

"Crackling..."

Accompanied by the sound of an air explosion, it was as if countless stars had been annihilated.

Between the palms of the Patriarch Hongchen, there was a flash of light in an instant.

The terrifying power he gathered completely lost control after the original rules were punctured and all control was completely disrupted.

The out-of-control magic element consumed everything around it indiscriminately.

His palms were the first to bear the brunt, and in just a short moment, they were already dripping with blood.

But before he could react, the light flashed through his fingers.

It swept across the head in an instant, then drew a semicircle, and landed obediently in front of Jiang Sheng.

(End of this chapter)