A Demon’s Path

On the top floor of the Tower of Gods and Demons, Wu Wanshan and Lan Sen stood respectfully in front of an old man. The expressions on their faces were different, Wu Wanshan was full of standard respect, while Lan Sen's face, apart from respect, also showed a little fear and uneasiness.

This old man is naturally Murong Huatian, the master of spirit and soul.

Before meeting Murong Huatian, Lan Sen always thought that if it wasn't for his famous reputation and powerful followers, Murong Huatian would be just a bad old man.

When Lan Sen met Murong Huatian, he realized how naive and ridiculous his idea of ​​trying to break away from the Tower of Gods and Demons and the Alliance of Gods and Demons and become a third-party force was.

Let alone Ling Feng's crazy reputation, just the indifferent aura on Murong Huatian's body is something he can't match.

This indifferent aura comes from the Lord of Soul's own strength, self-confidence in himself, and the courage to look down on the world. Does Lan Sen have these three things?

Before Lan Sen met Murong Huatian, of course, but after meeting Murong Huatian, the sense of superiority in Lan Sen's heart disappeared immediately, and all that remained was endless inferiority complex.

An ugly duckling is an ugly duckling after all, it is incomparable with a white swan, only those secular people believe that an ugly duckling will become a white swan, he Lan Sen does not believe it.

Murong Huatian, the lord of spirit and soul, sat firmly on his comfortable white jade chair, first looked at Wu Wanshan, and nodded slightly approvingly: "Wu Wanshan, although this action failed this time, but according to Jia Tianxia, ​​you The performance is very good. Your suggestion to restore the sect, the old man agrees."

Years of hope finally came true, Wu Wanshan couldn't help bowing to Murong Huatian excitedly: "Thank you, Lord of Soul."

"En." Murong Huatian waved his hand: "You can leave first, the ruins of the Ten Thousand Curses Gate have been opened, and you can go back and rebuild the Ten Thousand Curses Gate."

"Yes." Wu Wanshan bowed to Murong Huatian again and stepped back, leaving Lan Sen alone.

"Greetings... the Lord of Soul..." Facing the Lord of Soul alone, Lan Sen couldn't help trembling, and stammered out this sentence.

Murong Huatian glanced at Lan Sen indifferently: "I heard that you are the disciple of the old man Amakusa?"

"Yes." Lan Sen didn't dare to neglect, and answered every question.

Murong Hua looked Lan Sen up and down, and shook his head: "The disciple of the old man Tiancao is not very good."

Lan Sen didn't know what Murong Huatian did to him, seeing that he was directly rejected by Murong Huatian, he stood there at a loss, not knowing what to say.

"I'll find you a master to participate in the Tiancao Sect Inheritance Tournament in more than two months." Murong Huatian said lightly: "If you win, the Lan Family and the Tiancao Sect will be yours from now on. If you lose, I won't force you to do anything."

Hearing Murong Huatian's words, cold sweat rolled down Lan Sen's forehead.

If he wins, it will be nothing more than merging the Tiancao sect and the Lan family into the tower of gods and demons, and he will be a puppet.

If he loses this succession competition, he will be useless. Even if Murong Huatian says it nicely and doesn't deal with him, will his elder brother and the guy who won the Tiancao sect let him go?

Therefore, Lan Sen had no choice but to win. Because he wanted to live, there was no other way to go.

"Renhao, come out."

As soon as Murong Huatian finished speaking, an old man with a gray beard and a white robe came up from behind, and walked up to Lan Sen's side, without even looking at Lan Sen, he directly bent over to Murong Huatian Shi Li: "Meet the Lord of Soul."

Murong Huatian nodded, pointed at Lan Sen and said, "This is your nephew. I will give you two months to pass on all your alchemy skills to him."

Priest Renhaoren responded lukewarmly: "I obey. Your lord, if there is nothing else, I will retreat first. Let this blue beard come to the tenth floor of the priest's tower to find me later."

After all, without waiting for Murong Huatian to say yes, Ren Hao left Murong Huatian's hall by himself.

"This guy is the medicine idiot from the legendary tower of gods and demons? He is so courageous, he doesn't give face to the master of the soul at all." Lan Sen thought to himself: "How can the master of the soul allow a subordinate to treat himself like this?" disrespectful?"

In fact, this is due to Ren Hao's nature, and Murong Huatian doesn't want to change his nature.

A person with such a personality is suitable to concentrate on studying one thing, so as to reach the pinnacle of perfection.

A power-obsessed person like Lan Sen would never be able to reach the realm of Ren Hao or the old man Amakusa, but he himself didn't know it.

After Ren Hao retreated, Murong Huatian suddenly smiled slightly: "Lan Sen, you can go to the tenth floor of the Tower of Gods and Demons to find Ren Hao now."

Facing Murong Huatian's abrupt smile, Lan Sen's heart trembled for no reason. He felt that something bad had happened.

Lan Sen's feeling was right at all, Murong Huatian received a piece of news that was extremely bad for Lan Sen: Lan Lin, the head of the Lan family, started to attack, and slaughtered all of Lan Sen's eight clans.

When the scene of his wives, concubines, children and grandchildren and a group of relatives lying in a pool of blood appeared in front of Lan Sen's eyes, Lan Sen finally realized what it means to be heartbroken like a knife.

"Lan Lin! I, Lan Sen, are at odds with you!" Roaring angrily, Lan Sen felt that warm blood was flowing from the corners of his eyes.

The lord of spirit and soul looked at Lan Sen with contempt, this guy is really worthless.

Since you want to snatch the position of Patriarch, you must be prepared to be wiped out. When you killed other people's children, didn't you have this kind of awareness?

He, Murong Huatian, is always ready, ready to fight to the death with that lunatic surnamed Ling.

Ling Xiao had a very pleasant time these few days. He stayed in Lanfeng City, eating and drinking well, and he just hid in his room to rest and practice.

Even though there was a bloodbath caused by the Patriarch of the Lan Family and Lan Shaoyan and his son outside, Ling Xiao was still calm inside the Lan Family, enjoying super heavy VIP treatment.

However, Ling Xiao hadn't had such a good life for a few days, and it was gone because of the arrival of one person.

The person who came was none other than the green shirt that took Zhu Xiaolu away.

"Good grandson, your grandma in Lushan came to see you." Lushan had a charming smile on his face, and Ling Xiao was terrified when he saw it: With such a grandma, Ling Xiao couldn't afford to be hurt.

Under the surprised eyes of everyone watching, Ling Xiao walked into the alchemy room where Ling Xiao used to practice alchemy while being held by the collar by the green shirt.

Long Yuxuan, Zou Wei and Ling Shiyu had never seen Ling Xiao so honest, and the expressions on their faces became extremely exciting.

"Who is this woman? How dare you call it Ling Xiao's grandma?" Zou Wei had never seen Lu Shan before, but when she saw that Lu Shan dared to take advantage of Ling Xiao, she was furious and wanted to teach Lu Shan a lesson.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Ling Shiyu quickly stopped Zou Wei, and whispered something in Zou Wei's ear, which made Zou Wei's face pale with fright, and she didn't dare to shout loudly to teach the green shirt a lesson.

This alchemy room was originally dedicated to Lan Sen, but now it belongs to Ling Xiao.

The owner of the Lan family was very generous and gave this alchemy room directly to Ling Xiao. That is to say, as long as Ling Xiao is willing, he can come to Lan's house to use this alchemy room at any time, including all the medicinal materials and alchemy furnace in it.

Lan Sen could not be regarded as a real alchemist, because he actually piled up all the alchemy furnaces and medicinal materials he had collected in this alchemy room. These things, which alchemist didn't carry these things with him?

Although Ling Xiao was very happy to get these things, but at this moment she was carried by the green shirt, even if she wanted to be happy, she couldn't be happy anymore.

"I don't know why Grandma Lushan is looking for me?" Thinking of what her grandfather said to Lushan, Ling Xiao couldn't help but feel hairy.

If this aunt heard her grandfather's ruthless rejection, would she poison herself to death?

The green shirt asked with a half-smile, "What do you think? I seem to have heard someone say that you have met your grandpa. I don't know what he said?"

Ling Xiao just wanted to cry, Aunt Lushan, dear grandma, if you always want my life, you can just say it, let me repeat what grandpa said, wouldn't it be a miserable death?

However, looking at the seemingly calm but murderous eyes in the green shirt, Ling Xiao could only snort, and said in a low voice: "Do you always listen to the tactful one, or the blunt one?"

The green shirt smiled charmingly: "It's okay to be straightforward."

Ling Xiao's eyes widened suddenly, and he said loudly, "I won't do it! That woman is covered in poison, how dare you hug her and do that? If she poisons you once or twice at a critical moment, wouldn't it be game over? That's fine." , I won’t talk to you anymore, I’m out of the way!”

The green shirt was startled at first, but soon realized that Ling Xiao was imitating his grandfather, and couldn't help laughing wildly: "It's really interesting... huh? What did he say about me?"

Ling Xiao wailed in her heart: It's over, it's over, this old woman can turn her face faster than a book, and let people live?

"Yes...you always said it, you can't blame me." Ling Xiao's face was full of grievances, and he really looked like a good grandson who has been wronged.

Seeing Ling Xiao like this, the green shirt giggled and said, "Boy, you're really cute. It's okay, it's okay, I don't blame you. Your grandpa doesn't like me covered in poison, does he?"

Ling Xiao nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Yes, yes, that's right. The old man said it himself."

"That's easy to do. I'll get rid of the poison on my body, wouldn't it be good?" Green Shirt smiled: "Probably, that old man Amakusa doesn't like me because of this."

The poison girl wants to give up her poison? Ling Xiao shook her head a few times to confirm that she had heard correctly, and couldn't help but look at the green shirt curiously.

It was only after Ling Xiao took a look that the green shirt was looking at her. Besides, why is there something... wrong in her eyes?

"You...what do you want to do?" Ling Xiao took a few steps back in fright as if seeing something terrifying.

The green shirt was full of smiles: "Good grandson, even if I want to throw away good things, I will naturally keep them for myself. Don't let the fat and water go to outsiders' fields!"

Ling Xiao understood what this old poisonous woman wanted to do, and couldn't help howling: "Don't—"