Big Devil: Starting from refining flying zombies

"Elder Futian Ming Jian!"

"This disciple has absolutely nothing to do with the old man Wu Jian. Even if he gets the technique by chance, he is forced to practice it due to the current situation."

Liang Xiao stood up in a demonic voice while trying to figure out Elder Futian's various subtle reactions.

After all, the old monster in front of him was the most terrifying cultivator he had ever encountered.

It's not something that a mere Nascent Soul stage can handle. The gap is too big.

So it was like choosing to go against the Lucky Demon Sect in order to express gratitude for the inheritance of the old man Wu Jian.

Such a stupid option would never appear in Liang's consciousness.

Liang Xiao saw that Old Futian's anger had softened slightly, and he nodded slightly, with a teachable expression.

I thought it was time.

Just based on the attitude shown by the old monster when talking about the old man Wujiang.

Liang Xiao knew that the Holy Demonic Art could never be retained, and he had to take the initiative to strive for the greatest benefits.

So he neatly presented the original and translated version of the Holy Demon Art with both hands, and said with a serious and respectful expression:
  "Elder Futian, this is the core inheritance I have received, and it is called the 'Holy Demonic Art'."

"Previously, the disciple had no idea what was going on. He was so confused that he just practiced this technique."

"But now that I am a disciple of the Hongyun Demon Sect, I naturally cannot continue to practice the sect's rebellious methods!"

"If Elder Futian doesn't give up, Liang Xiao is willing to dedicate his Holy Demonic Kung Fu and convert him to the Wushang Kungfu of our Hongyun Demon Sect."

"Wait until you succeed in your cultivation."

"This disciple will definitely raise the demonic power of our sect in Tianlan Continent and win back great face for our sect!"

Elder Futian Jie Jie laughed twice, but it was impossible to tell that Liang Xiao wanted to take the opportunity to get some benefits from him.

Anyway, his big name as the resident elder is here.

Even if he wants his innocent disciples to switch to practicing Kung Fu.

You can't destroy its cultivation level with one palm, it's too small and too low-priced.

As an elder of the Supreme Sect, he is an old monster who has lived for countless tens of thousands of years.

It can be said that any hair that falls off on the body is thicker than the disciple's waist. It really wouldn't make the scene so ugly.

"It's rare for a little kid to be so loyal to the sect. He's not like a rebellious idiot like Wu Jian."

"Tell me, what type of technique do you want to practice? Elder, I have quite a few stocks!"

Elder Futian showed a proud smile.

Liang Xiao pursed his lips, thought hard for a while, and suddenly said tentatively: "Disciple was reading in the Temple of Lawlessness a few days ago. I was deeply impressed by the vast inheritance of our Lucky Demon Sect. I heard that the sect has a volume of fairy books called the Lucky Magic Book... …”

Elder Futian's smile froze, and his face turned slightly dark.

He raised his hand and pointed at the greedy person in front of him, and said with a smile:
  "Magic Book of Fortune? You little kid really dares to think about it, but it's just that I am stingy and refuse to give it to you."

"Perhaps you don't know that the scriptures on immortals and demons are extraordinary. Even this elder cannot read them."

"The inheritance of each set of immortal and demonic scriptures between heaven and earth has a certain number, and at most three people can inherit it at the same time."

"It is not without reason that the scriptures of immortals and demons are also called the art of the great road."

"As the saying goes, Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, and two gives birth to three!"

"In the same era, once the three inheritance opportunities pass, the rest will be blocked by the great road and will not be able to obtain magical powers."

"So those who can inherit the inheritance of the immortal and demon scriptures of the supreme sect are the Taoists, saints, etc. under their respective sects!"

Liang Xiao was a little shocked when he heard this, but his disappointment was fleeting. After all, he was just testing and had no hope. Scriptures about immortals and demons have the same status as legends about immortals in the world of cultivation.

At first, he thought that various sects held top secrets and refused to spread them to outsiders. It turned out that there was such a quota limit.

"Throughout the ages, there have been so few people who have attained the Tao. This is not just talk!"

Elder Futian shook his head and sighed.

Immediately, he took out a set of jade slips that were flaming red and rising like flames, and handed them to Liang Xiao's hands.

"The True Art of Yama, the Great Heaven! After practicing it, you will transform into the Flame God, Yama. You can burn thousands of mountains with one anger, and boil thousands of seas with one thought!"

"This is a set of fire-attribute Holy Lord's peak inheritance, worth at least [-] fortune crystals. Elder Futian is not stingy!"

"And the Holy Demonic Art can only be practiced to the point of becoming a god. Now that I have practiced it to the Nascent Soul stage, I have immeasurable mana. I have obtained most of the benefits of this method. Even if I switch to another method, these mana will not disappear out of thin air. .”

"In other words, as expected, I will have to change my technique sooner or later. This set of inheritance comes at just the right time. I don't have to save the luck crystals myself, which saves me at least a hundred years of hard work!"

Liang Xiao was slightly happy, accepted this set of Holy Lord inheritance, and thanked Elder Futian repeatedly. He felt that exchanging the old for the new was not a loss at all, and it also solved a hidden danger.

"Well, I hope you have a good time practicing..."

Elder Futian's expression was natural. He raised his hand and shook it, intending to completely destroy the Holy Demonic Art presented by Liang Xiao.

But he seemed to feel something was wrong.

With a thought in his mind, the original and translated version carrying the inheritance of the Holy Demonic Art were blown open by the strong wind.

"What, this is the unique Dao restriction of the immortal and demon scriptures, but how is this possible?!"

Elder Futian was shocked when he saw the words on these two volumes of inheritance books fading rapidly and disappearing into the invisible!

Wait until the strong wind subsides.

What stood in front of Elder Futian and Liang Xiao were two clean volumes of wordless heavenly books.

Whether it is the divine writing in the original version or the human writing in the translation.

At this moment, everything was gone, not even the scratches on the paper, everything was forcibly erased by the mighty force of heaven and earth!
  Liang Xiao was stunned when he saw this scene.

Although the Holy Demonic Art is against the heavens.

But when it comes to reaching the level of immortal and demon scriptures, he, a cultivator, is the first to stand up and object.

"Uh, Elder Futian, how about I try to send a message to you?"

Liang Xiao saw Elder Futian's face was as dark as water and his expression was gloomy, so he had an idea and put forward his own suggestion.

He was also a little anxious at this moment. A gentleman is not guilty, but he is guilty of having a jade in his possession.

It was obvious that he, Mr. Liang, had not benefited from the Immortal and Demonic Scriptures, and he really did not want to take the blame.

"Okay, this may be some kind of restraint method set up by the rebels Wujie in advance." Elder Futian nodded, but his mind was obviously not here.

Liang Xiao gritted his teeth and prepared to tell the inheritance of the Holy Demonic Art that he had memorized, but the result was silent.

He wanted to use his spiritual consciousness to transmit sounds, but found that the spiritual consciousness carrying the information collapsed silently. The scene was extremely strange for a time.

"Little baby, you don't have to try. The loud sound is loud and the great road is invisible. Even if the rebel disciples of Wujie break through to the realm of the Mahayana Saint King in these ten thousand years, there is absolutely no way they can use this method!"

Elder Futian's expression completely changed at this moment. His palms trembled, and he tried to arrest Liang Xiao on the spot several times.

Liang Xiao felt waves of terrifying heart palpitations from his spiritual senses, and his hair stood on end. Just when he was about to use all means to directly self-destruct and use the Ouroboros to escape.

Elder Futian listened attentively, as if he had received some information. He said to Liang Xiao: "This matter is not trivial. You don't need to tell me what the stakes are. You know it well. Remember not to spread it outside."

"Disciple understands!" Liang Xiao felt relieved. He almost felt that Elder Futian was going to attack him just now, but for some reason he changed his mind in the end. (End of chapter)