Si Ming Chapter 15: Medicine

The imperial commissioner who came to catch Ersheng was named Huang Cheng, a hypocritical guy who didn't laugh.

When leaving Wufang, Huang Cheng thanked Jiwu and bowed to Jiwu, and said a bunch of nonsense about Wufang Xianmen to kill Wufang Xianzun for the country. stand up. However, they were still concerned that they were immortals, possessing supernatural abilities, and did not dare to beat them rashly.

For such a villain, the two of them are too lazy to pay attention to it. What makes Er Sheng uneasy is the group of strange people who escorted them all the way. She could feel that if these people were fighting one by one, they wouldn't need Chang Yuan to do anything at all, and Er Sheng could take care of them one by one.

But after leaving Wufang, this group of people seemed to be walking in a certain formation when they were on their way. The expressions on each person's face were solemn and solemn, as if they were not rushing, but chanting some incantation. .

After a day's journey, I'm getting farther and farther away from Wufang. At night, the imperial envoy, who had been sitting in a sedan chair for a day, shouted that he wanted to rest, while complaining that the place was remote and that there was not even a small mountain village, while ordering the soldiers accompanying him to hunt game in the forest, he lit a bonfire and drank in front of the team. Drink up.

The strange people around Ersheng Zhangyuan didn't even move their eyebrows, they were all distributed around them like puppets.

"Zhang Yuan." Er Sheng poked Zhang Yuan's arm and whispered in his ear, "Do you think these people are wrong?"

Zhang Yuan nodded unconcernedly: "It's not right, the Big Dipper Array, the main kill, these people are afraid that they don't want to take us to the capital to see the emperor, but plan to kill us on the way."

Er Sheng was startled, then subconsciously dragged Zhang Yuan and said, "Let's escape." After thinking about it, she shook her head again, "No, I did something wrong, killing so many innocent people. People should be punished. There is nothing wrong with putting one's life on the line..."

Zhang Yuan just looked at her and didn't answer.

"But... I don't want to die. I can atone for my sins by living, I can help many people, save many people, and I can make up for my faults for a long, long time in the future. But if a person dies, there is nothing left. , can't make up for the fault, it can only become a rotting corpse."

Er Sheng originally thought that she would have to wait until she saw the emperor and interrogated her before convicting her. Anyway, if she didn't break the magic seal by then, the Immortal Venerable would also kill her. It's better to borrow the emperor's hand, so as not to force Xianzun to kill her personally. She did not expect that the emperor actually issued a killing order.

If she is now completely obsessed with demons, it is understandable that others want her life, but now she is sane and is trying to find a way to break the demon. She has a reason to live and wants to live hard.

Zhang Yuan touched her head: "Do whatever you want, and I'll stand with you." He thought, as the time of this life is around, he should let Er Sheng live as he wants.

Er Sheng thought for a while, then stood up abruptly. All the warlocks closest to her were startled by her sudden move, and immediately assumed a defensive posture, thinking that she would use a hidden weapon to sneak attack, but unexpectedly she was dignified and upright He shouted to the imperial envoy, "Hey! I don't want to go to the capital to see the emperor. I have more important things to do, so I don't have time to delay."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked. Huang Cheng's face changed a few times in the light of the fire, and he immediately said angrily: "Bold! How can you wait for the common people to choose the will of the Holy One!"

Er Sheng turned his head and said to Zhang Yuan, "Look, he won't let us go."

Zhang Yuan stood up slowly: "Beat."

How could ordinary people withstand Zhang Yuan's murderous stare? In the dark night, the imperial envoy Huang Cheng was so frightened that he urinated his pants. He fell to the ground and cursed: "It's the opposite! This official! Why are you **** still standing there, hurry up and kill these two traitors!"

Sitting cross-legged and surrounded by warlocks, he immediately folded his hands, and the scriptures whispered in his mouth immediately became louder. A golden Buddha light gradually rose from all around. As the Buddha's light gradually flourished, Er Sheng suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and his whole body felt as uncomfortable as being imprisoned.

"Zhang Yuan..." She instinctively grabbed Zhang Yuan's hand, but found that his hand was trembling and cold. Er Sheng was startled and looked up, only to see Zhang Yuan's expression condensed, his brows slightly wrinkled, and a bit of cold sweat oozing out of his forehead, Er Sheng hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Yuan could no longer be distracted to answer her words. In his dantian, he let out a low voice and saw a silver light swept out from his body. All the warlocks trembled, and some even had lips Blood spilled from the corners.

Zhang Yuan is not feeling well, and the other party is not very relaxed. It is a stalemate. Suddenly, the voice that was neither male nor female appeared in her mind again.

"Er Sheng, this is the ancient art of controlling dragons. It was specially designed to control dragons. It was a long-lost art, but now it has fallen into the hands of these mortals. If you don't die today, you will be seriously injured."

Er Sheng was shocked, but he didn't dare to speak loudly for fear of disturbing Zhang Yuan's mind, so he secretly thought: "You are talking nonsense! How can the ancient methods be learned by so many mortals, you must have them again. Trick me to kill someone, drive me into a demon, I will never listen to you today!"

"Er Sheng, you forgot, you are me and I am you, if you live, I will also live well, we both depend on each other for life, how can I harm you, I am probably the most sincere person in this world You are the one who survived." Shadow said, "What's wrong with being a demon, gaining powerful power and doing whatever you want, no one can force you, and no one dares to bully you."

"Like now, Zhang Yuan is in danger, you can't do anything without strength, you can only watch him deal with the crisis alone. He may die and disappear into your life, just like your parents , like the village where he grew up, and has disappeared cleanly.

"Shut up!"

"What's wrong with being a demon? Don't you want to have the right to take life and death? Like power and wealth, people are greedy just because they want to live a better life and live a better life. This is just the most simple requirement of all things in the world. That's all."

Er Sheng shook his head violently and shouted "Shut up". She pulled out a scaled sword and rushed out, stabbing the nearest warlock with a sword, swiftly and ruthlessly, straight to the opponent's throat.

However, there is still a few feet away from the warlock, and the sword of a scale is like a ball of cotton, unable to move forward any more.

Er Sheng was furious, as if she had piled up her anger and wanted to vent it out. She got angry in her dantian, shouted loudly, pulled out a scaled sword, and slashed at the warlock again. The impact, the more powerful friction splashed dazzling sparks.

Er Sheng poured her spiritual power into a scaled sword without hesitation. Her jaw was shattered by the force of the sword's rebound, and blood stained the hilt, but she still unknowingly poured it desperately. Spiritual power.

Gradually, the forehead of the warlock under the protection of the Dharma slowly cracked open, getting deeper and bigger, and the scarlet blood flowed down the warlock's forehead, staining his face.

At the right time, after the warlock was cut with a bloodstain by Er Sheng, wounds appeared on the heads of the other warlocks in the same place, and blood was shed. For a time, the smell of blood in the air was overwhelming, and the air was bright. weakened.

Seeing that the other party was bleeding, Er Sheng felt a strange feeling of joy in her heart. Seeing that she had saved Zhang Yuan's danger, she still couldn't stop her hand and wanted to continue to chop down until these disgusting things happened. The golden Buddha light completely disappeared, until all the warlocks were corpse in the wilderness...

"Er Sheng!" The power of the dragon-fighting technique was greatly reduced, and Zhang Yuan finally separated his heart and called out, "Don't do this. Meditate."

Looking like a blow to the head, Er Sheng's hand shook and all her spiritual power faded away. However, with the strength of her confrontation still there, Er Sheng only felt a golden light flash before her eyes, and her whole body was thrown out.

Zhang Yuan was in a state of confusion. Suddenly, a warlock shouted loudly: "Let the dragon slaying poison!"

Suddenly hearing the name of the poison, Zhang Yuan was stunned. When he came back to his senses, countless silver threads were already densely intertwined in the sky. skin.

The golden light in Chang Yuan's black eyes was shining brightly. The color of his lips gradually became darker, and finally it was completely black. The white canine teeth grew rapidly, and his throat made a thick sound of dragon roar. The ordinary soldiers and the imperial envoy Huang Cheng were all shaken to the point of bleeding, lying on the ground and fainting.

Er Sheng looked at Zhang Yuan's changes in horror, and suddenly thought: Could it be that he... Could it be that he was forced out of the prototype by this poison!

"Jie Jie..." The indistinguishable voice of Yin and Yang resounded terribly in Er Sheng's head, "These mortals have some skills, they not only got the ancient magic circle, but also got the ancient poison. Er Sheng, your husband I'm afraid I'm doomed today."

"What?"

"Er Sheng doesn't know, the ancient dragons are fierce and difficult to tame, the only thing they are afraid of is the dragon-slaying poison, a natural nemesis. Once this poison enters the body, it will force him back to his original form, making him unable to move. Seal or kill."

Er Sheng looked at Zhang Yuan's almost hideous face, and the fear in his heart had never been so strong.

"The ancient Shenlong family was destroyed by this poison. When I saw Zhang Yuan's expression, he must have remembered many interesting things, Jie Jie Jie Jie..."

Er Sheng suddenly recalled that many years ago, in that place called Huilong Valley, Zhang Yuan looked up at the dragon pillar that towered into the sky, his expression was lonely and sad. Like an abandoned child who resents the destiny, but can only accept it powerless...

"Er Sheng, fall to the devil, leave everything to me, and I will give you strength to help you save Chang Yuan. If he dies, what should you do?"

Zhang Yuan...

"Hee hee, that's right, good boy, trust me, I'll help you."

Er Sheng lowered her eyes and whispered softly, "I'll help you... I'll help you..." The further back, the more hoarse her voice became.

When she raised her head again, her eyes were full of blood.

In the early morning, in Wufang Xianmen.

The demon-suppressing bell hanging in front of Immortal Venerable's window rang loudly and crisply, and the spirit sword standing outside the house fluttered and his eyes moved slightly, looking at the cold immortal who was meditating in the house.

Chang Wu slowly opened his eyes, twisted a decision in his hand, and the demon-suppressing order by the window flew into his hand with a "ding bell". The bell trembled, as if afraid of something.

"Raising the flames, did Jiwu let Er Sheng go with the group of warlocks?"

Ciyan walked in from outside the house and respectfully replied: "Yes."

Chang Wu coldly reprimanded: "My group of disciples are really confused one by one."

Liu Yan bowed his head and said nothing. Changwu waved his sleeves, got up and walked outside the hall: "Turn into a sword." With a command from Changwu, flames flashed all over Yan Yan's body, and immediately turned into a three-foot long sword. The blade is golden red, while the blade is white and dazzling.

With a flick of his sleeve, Chang Wu stepped up with his sword, and his figure disappeared from the room in an instant.

The early morning light was mottled, and in the barren forest, the killing had stopped.

Several limbs littered the ground, soaking the ground with blood and sticky green poison.

Zhang Yuan's face was ashen, with a few tiny black dragon scales on his face. At this time, his eyes were tightly closed, sweat was pouring down, and he was unable to move around, so he just let Er Sheng help him sit down by the tree. The blood on the one-scale sword dripped onto the clothes of the two of them, dyeing blood flowers, but none of the blood belonged to the two of them.

Er Sheng wiped the blood on the blade with his hands expressionless. Her eyes were blood red, and her eyes were extremely empty. She touched Zhang Yuan's cheek, but the blood in her palm smeared on his face, Er Sheng was startled, wiped the blood with her sleeve, but wiped Zhang Yuan's face more and more. The cold sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks, dizzying out the blood, leaving a trail of tears.

He looks excruciatingly distressed. Er Sheng thought that she should probably kill everyone who made Zhang Yuan uncomfortable. In this way, Zhang Yuan felt comfortable, and she would not be in pain.

With a scaled sword in his hand, Er Sheng stepped on many arms and legs and walked to the imperial envoy Huang Cheng.

Last night, she only killed the warlock who made the magic circle, but she didn't move these rice bucket officers and soldiers.

"Get up." She said coldly. But how could the people who were stunned by Haoran's dragon energy hear her words, and none of the people lying down answered her.

Remove their limbs or dig out their internal organs, and they will wake up naturally when it hurts. Such an idea flashed in Er Sheng's mind, she raised a scaled sword and gestured on the arm of the imperial envoy Huang Cheng, the blade was murderous, and before it touched the skin, it made mortals feel extremely depressed .

Huang Cheng groaned and struggled to open his eyes. In a trance, he met Er Sheng's god-like eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. When he looked up and saw the surrounding Shura Field, Huang Cheng was so frightened that he wet his pants.

"Go up... Go up, go up, go up, go up, spare your life! Go up, spare your life!"

"What about the antidote?"

"What, what antidote?"

Er Sheng glanced at Chang Yuan and said, "The poison you gave to Chang Yuan, hand over the antidote, and I'll let you go, otherwise..." With a wave of the sword, it was drawn on the ground three feet away. A long, deep fissure, "slashed you."

Huang Cheng was pale and trembling all over. He cried, "Shangxian, Xiaoguan Xiaoguan just obeys the emperor's orders, come... Come and invite you two, other Xiaoguan don't know anything about it!"

Er Sheng narrowed her eyes slightly, her bright red pupils seemed to be dripping blood: "Lie." After speaking, she slightly raised a scaled sword.

The officials who showed off their might and might in the prime days were so horrified that their faces turned ashen, their livers and gallbladders split: "Shang Xian! Shang Xian! Be merciful, I will say anything, I will tell everything honestly." He knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, "This time, the small official boldly came to Wufang to offend the two immortals. It was because the emperor's life was difficult to violate. The emperor heard that the dragon's real body appeared in Aocheng. Soon the army stationed at Aocheng was attacked again. It is inevitable that he thought it was a betrayal. The party rebels are plotting bad things, but the matter involves Wufang Xianmen, and it is about the holy land of immortal cultivation. The emperor did not dare to be careless, so he handed the matter over to the National Teacher to arrange, these warlocks... these warlocks are all from the National Teacher. Disciple. I think the antidote mentioned by Shangxian must be in the hands of the National Teacher."

"Where is the national teacher?"

"The capital."

Er Sheng put away a scaled sword, turned around and walked away with Chang Yuan Yu Jian on his back.

Huang Cheng shivered on the ground for a long time, and after being quiet for a long time, he suddenly heard that the soldiers beside him were still breathing.

Suddenly, a white light flashed above his head, and Er Sheng actually landed in front of him with Zhang Yuan on his back.

"Shang...Shangxian, Xiaoguan really said everything." He thought that Er Sheng would definitely want to kill him when he returned to this place. He felt sad for a while, thinking of his old mother, wife and children and a few Fang Mei. Yan's concubine actually burst into tears, "Really...really said everything!"

Er Sheng hated him and said, "You bastard, you didn't tell me where the capital is!"

Huang Cheng was stunned for a while: "East... northeast."

Er Sheng didn't say more, and flew away with his sword, and never came back this time.

Huang Cheng fascinatedly stared at the two people who quickly disappeared from sight, thinking, can such a confused person really kill people? When he looked back, there were broken limbs everywhere, and the pungent stench in the air made him shiver inwardly. He hurriedly patted the soldiers around him vigorously: "Rice bucket! A group of rice buckets! Why don't you get up and run for your life now!"

When Chang Wu arrived at this barren forest, he saw only one place of dead objects.

He frowned invisibly, and stepped on the ground, and the wet soil immediately splashed the hem of his white clothes.

He remembered in a trance many years ago, the moment when he knew that his junior brother Chang'an had fallen into a demon for the third time, he had compared the sword to Chang'an's neck, but he withdrew the sword and left in his emotionless eyes . That person was his playmate who grew up with him, more like his siblings.

The cold-faced Xianzun Changwu has always been soft-hearted. However, his momentary soft-heartedness brought disaster to Liubo. The karmic fire for dozens of days burned the immortal mountain of Liubo to ashes, and countless souls were buried in the sea of ​​​​fire...

The tragic scene at that time seemed to overlap with the Shura Field at this time.

Once again because of his soft heart...

The fist in Changwu's broad sleeves gradually clenched, he thought, he must no longer be able to keep the two-month contract, and if he sees Er Sheng again, he will kill him directly.

The sword of flames turned into a human form beside him again. Seeing such a scene, Li Yan also frowned. He squatted down to examine the wounds of the corpse, and the expression on his face became more solemn after a while.

"Xianzun, things are a little strange."

"Huh?"

"These wounds hide evil spirits, which are very subtle, but they are leached from under the flesh." Lifting Yan said, "These wounds must have cultivated not decent immortal arts, but followed the evil way." /

Hearing this, Chang Wu was also a little surprised. When these warlocks came to Wufang before, he did not notice any evil spirits in them, and each of them had weak spiritual power. He, it's impossible at all, why is that... If you think about it this way, the time of these people in the court is too coincidental, Er Sheng is concentrating on finding a way to break the magic in Wu Fang Shi, why did he lose his mind as soon as he came out , killing so many people, there must be other incentives.

Three years ago, the power of the evil spirit beads in Er Sheng's body had already been suppressed, and now what caused her to fall into the devil, was it a coincidence or someone deliberately seduced her, and if someone lured Er Sheng into the devil, what was the purpose?

"Xianzun, are you still chasing Ersheng?"

Chang Wu frowned and thought for a while: "Now I don't know where the two of them are going, so I will go back to Wufang first, and ask my disciples to look around, and by the way, pay attention to the changes in the world."

Breaking the flames and burying the leader's life.

Chang Wu looked at the corpses everywhere, and suddenly remembered that after the zombie riot three years ago, Ji Ling told him that they had seen the fallen immortal Chang An. Chang An said that the world will not be stable for long.

Chang Wu thinks, his junior brother, who has become an immortal three times and fallen a devil three times, must have glimpsed some heavenly way to remind him...

Er Sheng has never been to the capital. The ancient capital of the three dynasties is covered with layers of prosperity and extravagance, quietly flowing with heavy historical relics.

In the past, Er Sheng would have been amazed by the carved houses on the street when she walked on the street, but today, she is carrying Chang Yuan, who has completely fainted, and her eyes are full of blood. looking for his own goals.

"Where is the national teacher?" She asked when she saw someone, and finally found the residence of the national teacher under the horrified eyes of the people——

Prayers for Heaven.

It is rumored that this session of the National Teacher has a strong mana and has not been out of the palace for a long time, but he can protect the empire for several years. In the hall, invite the master of the country to live in the hall, concentrate on the Dharma, and pray for the country.

"Where are the pariahs from, hurry up and hurry up! Qitian Temple is a place where you can wait for the pariahs to step on." The guards guarding outside the gate saw Er Sheng covered in dust and stains and carrying a man who was about to die. , thinking that this is another village woman who wants to ask the national teacher to do the same for her relatives, she is disdainful in her heart and yells loudly.

Er Sheng stared at him and said confidently: "I don't want to go in, you ask the national teacher to come out."

Several guards looked at each other and sneered at each other: "A little treachery also wants to see the national teacher!"

A few of them laughed happily, and their words were full of sarcasm. Er Sheng listened quietly for a while, and the blood in her eyes that had already dimmed slowly brightened again. Without saying a word, she walked towards the door.

A guard casually pushed Er Sheng: "Let's go, you're dead. Poor man, don't force your brothers to beat you."

He couldn't push Er Sheng this time, the guard's smile just faded a little, he looked at his hand strangely, his eyes met Er Sheng's bright red eyes, and his heart suddenly froze, I just heard Er Sheng coldly ask: "Who are you saying is dead?"

The guard suddenly felt an invisible hand grabbing his throat, choking him. Seeing that the situation was not right, the rest of the people drew their swords and pointed at Er Sheng: "Hey! Smelly mother..."

Before he finished speaking, blood splattered in the air, but the guard's arm was chopped and flew out. He didn't scream, and fell back straight, his face was purple and blue, and he was actually dead.

The crowd was horrified, and the scene was eerily silent for a while.

"I want to see the national teacher." Er Sheng said again, his eyes slowly falling on the other people. The guards only felt a shiver in their hearts. Some of them fell to the ground when their legs went soft, and some suddenly came back to their senses and ran into the Hall of Prayer for Heaven.

Hearing that the chaotic voices in the Qitian Hall inside the high wall overwhelmed one after another, Er Sheng felt a strange pleasure in his heart, as if it was a very happy thing to make others fear.

"How dare the evil spirits dare to make a riot in the Hall of Prayer for Heaven!"

Er Sheng followed the scolding and looked up, and a group of young people in Taoist uniforms formed a formation on the high steps inside the gate of Qitian Hall. Er Sheng carried Zhang Yuan on his back and stepped into the door, but there was still only one sentence: "I want to see the national teacher."

The Taoists looked at each other in dismay, but no one answered. At the right time, they heard a few extremely proud laughter from the hall: "It's a persistent girl."

The man in a blue Taoist robe walked out of the hall, stepped down the stairs steadily, and walked towards Er Sheng. When the people saw him, they all bowed down and bowed.

Er Sheng frowned when she saw his face - it turned out to be him, Kong Meiren.

Different from the way Er Sheng had when he met him before, Kong Meiren's face was a little less frivolous and a little more steady. He had two long beards on his face, making him look like one. A middle-aged Taoist priest who is about to ascend to the sky, but no matter how vicissitudes he looks, those phoenix eyes are irresistible.

Er Sheng hated him from the bottom of her heart before. If it wasn't for him who gave her the inner alchemy of bone mites, Er Sheng would not have been disturbed by the devil's energy and thus strayed into the devil's way. But seeing him at this moment, Er Sheng didn't think his face was disgusting. On the contrary, an inexplicable aura from this person made her feel both familiar and close.

But at this time, all things were put aside by Er Sheng. When Kong Meiren was about to walk in front of her, Er Sheng stretched out her hand: "An antidote."

Kong Meiren completely ignored Er Sheng's hand, touched her chin and looked at Chang Yuan, who had passed out, and muttered to herself, "It's really the relic of the ancient dragon... But this kind of thing shouldn't be held tightly. Lock it up?"

Er Sheng was not embarrassed to be ignored, and decisively pulled out a scaled sword from his waist, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Kong Meiren's throat: "Give it to me, or I will kill you."

The murderous aura on the one-scale sword, Kong Meiren glanced at Er Sheng lightly, but when she saw the flame mark of the fallen demon on her eyebrow, and her eyes were blood red, she was overjoyed: Demon, there has been no such person in this world for a long time."

The tip of a scaled sword was sent forward and pierced into Kong Meiren's throat, blood slowly seeping out: "Antidote."

Kong Meiren didn't care about her hands and said with a righteous and dignified look: "You will always die when you come out to hang out. You should kill me."

The surrounding guards and Taoist priests were moved to tears by the great morality of the national teacher.

Er Sheng's eyes sank. She held a sword with a scale in her hand. She lifted the sword up and sharply cut off a neatly combed bun. The crown fell to the ground, and all the blue threads that were **** inside were scattered.

Kong Meiren's brows moved, and Er Sheng swung down again, shaving the top of his head bald.

Er Sheng changed the threatening sentence: "An antidote, otherwise, you will be bald."

No matter what kind of bird it is, the most fearful thing is that it has no hair...

At this moment, Kong Meiren's expression was still calm, but her eyes narrowed slightly, and the murderous aura overflowing from her body seemed to want to tear Er Sheng apart.

However, Kong Meiren still endured the anger in her heart. He thought, this girl has developed a pair of real eyes in such a short time, and can actually see his real body.

According to Ersheng's practice, if she wants to cultivate herself so that she can see the real body of Kong Meiren, I am afraid it will take more than a hundred years, but she has such an ability now, and I think it must be the credit of the devil. . For all those who have been enchanted, the deeper the devil's energy, the stronger the power, and now it seems that Er Sheng is indeed greatly affected by the devil's energy.

Kong Meiren stared at Er Sheng and did not speak, when a Taoist priest shouted: "You monster dare to threaten the national teacher! It's really worth dying for!"

Er Sheng didn't say a word, and threw it out with a sword qi. Kong Meiren raised her eyebrows, and with a wave of her wide sleeve robe, she caught Er Sheng's murderous aura halfway through. You are the antidote."

As soon as these words came out, the Taoist priests all looked moved and indignant. They wanted to persuade them, but they did not dare to open their mouths because of the power of Ersheng's previous move.

Er Sheng obediently followed him into the hall. When Kong Meiren closed the door of the hall, she said to the indignant disciples outside: "You guys should stay outside, and the national teacher will influence this demon."

Hearing this, Er Sheng sneered, who had just placed Chang Yuan. The door of the hall slammed shut with a heavy "click", isolating the sunlight and noise from the outside.

"Little girl, you look like you are quite disdainful of this king." Without others, Kong Meiren didn't bother to pretend to be sophisticated, she wiped her beard and returned to her frivolous appearance. He walked towards Er Sheng slowly, and every step had a very heavy murderous aura leaking out, "This king, for the sake of your unstable mind when you first entered the devil's way, forgive your disrespect to me this time, if there is a next time... "

He narrowed his eyes and raised Er Sheng's chin with his fingers: "I'll let you know what life is better than death."

Er Sheng couldn't hide, staring straight at Kong Meiren: "I just want the antidote." She only wants the antidote, and doesn't want to care about anything else, no matter how the monster climbs up the country The position of the teacher, and she doesn't want to care which realm his "king" is, she only knows that the poison in Changyuan is given by this person, he has the antidote, and after getting the antidote, she will take it. Kill this scourge that made Chang Yuan suffer.

"It's really a pair of unpleasant eyes." Kong Meiren shook Er Sheng's face away and snorted coldly, "Little girl, don't think that this king doesn't know what you're thinking. Let's not talk about it. Your dexterity and patience can hurt this king, so you say that the person you are carrying, whether you can save or not, depends on whether I am happy or not. And whether I am happy or not depends on whether you are willing to listen to me. "

"What do you want?"

Kong Meiren said with a smile: "You are ugly or ugly, but you have a lot of treasures hidden on your body, and now you have fallen into the devil's way. You will go to the Nine Nether Demons with me every few days, okay?"

Nine secluded demons...

Er Sheng had heard of this place.

Thousands of years ago, when the demon sect attacked, the Emperor of Heaven was furious and sent the **** of war, Moxi, to suppress the rebels. Moxi's supernatural powers suppressed the rebels and then swept the army straight down to the Jiuyou Demon City, killing the entire Demon Territory into rivers of blood. Years do not hear the sound of demons, but all demons over the age of three are killed.

This legend has greatly established the prestige of the heavens, and there are many books in the Wufang Library that record this. However, the books spend a lot of ink on the might of the God of War, but rarely mention the demons who were almost killed.

This beauty...

"Since you have become a member of my Taoism, sooner or later, you will go to the Demon Capital to pay homage to the Demon Lord. After the catastrophe of a thousand years ago, my Demon Clan has gradually withered away, and the clan members are very rare, so after the birth of the Demon Clan I will make a blood oath to become a demon forever to protect the blood of my clan. After the oath, you will be my clan and will be protected by my clan. If not... have you seen the fallen immortal Chang'an? Those so-called decent people can't tolerate him, My Demon Race can't tolerate him either. It's extremely sad to be alone and widowed in this vast world! Besides, little girl, going to Jiuyou Demon City with me at this time will be of great benefit to you who have not yet cultivated the Demon Race's mind... …”

Before Kong Meiren's coercive words were finished, she saw a hand in front of him: "Give me the antidote and I'll go."

Looking at Er Sheng's dark red eyes, Kong Meiren was stunned for a moment, then she hooked her lips and smiled: "Okay, I'll go get the antidote, but today I'll only give you half of it, and I'll give it to you in three days. Waiting for you in Zilin Town, at that time, I will give you another half of the antidote."

"Where is that place?"

"A small town located in the south of the capital. The entrance to Jiuyou Magic City is hidden in the woods behind the town."

"Wait a minute..." Er Sheng stopped Kong Meiren hesitantly, "Can Zhang Yuan go in with me?"

Kong Meiren grinned: "I have a small population of demons, and I always welcome foreigners to fall into demons. However, little girl, for demons, it is best not to care about anything in this world." He lengthened. The eyes under the eyelashes reflected a cold light "because sooner or later, you will be unable to control your desires and destroy him with your own hands."

Er Sheng's heart was slightly cold, and his eyes fell on Zhang Yuan.

He quietly closed his eyes, like a compassionate Buddha.