Supreme Immortal Demon

On the grand viewing platform of the teahouse, Mr. Ji began to talk about the trial in the White Bone Prison Palace five years ago.

His voice was ups and downs, and his stories were thrilling, as if he had some magical power that gripped the hearts of the listeners. Even Qiu Wu and other monks were caught up in the memories of the past in the Bone Celestial Prison Hall, listening attentively.

In the entire teahouse, Ming Jing was the only one who had not heard of books. He stared wide-eyed at the monk who came in from the door. He didn't even remember that there was someone at the door before. He seemed to appear out of thin air in an instant. His body was covered with vicissitudes of life and dust, as if he had just returned from some distant place.

Until this uninvited guest walked into the teahouse and sat down casually in an inconspicuous seat, no one in the teahouse noticed his arrival.

Except for Mirror.

What attracted Ming Jing was not the monk's majestic height of nine feet, nor his vicissitudes of temperament, but his snow-white cloth robe.

"... Master Luo repeatedly broke through the levels in the Bone Celestial Prison Palace, and finally reached the sixth floor, where he met the former number one genius of the young generation in the Tiannan Immortal World, known as the little monster, Tianhua Palace, You Beitian ! You Beitian is wearing a fiery red Taoist robe, and Master Luo is wearing a plain white cloth robe, facing off against the six-layered desert..."

Ming Jing stared at the man in cloth robe, hearing Mr. Ji's storytelling story in his ears, and felt in a trance.

At this moment, the man in cloth robe turned his head and smiled at him, showing his neat white teeth.

Ming Jing was embarrassed and looked away with a blushing face.

After a long while, when he turned his head and looked again, he saw that the man in cloth robe had been concentrating on listening to the storyteller, and the vicissitudes of his previous temperament could no longer be found. Suddenly it became ordinary.

Ming Jing scratched his head and smiled bitterly in his heart.

Come on, it’s just a Taoist friend passing by to listen to the book, and he happens to be wearing a cloth robe. What am I thinking about?

Mirror and breathe evenly. Looking at the pale and slightly depressed master next to him, he secretly gritted his teeth.

He knew that if his master hadn't blocked most of his qi for him, he would probably be no longer alive. But the master's vitality was severely damaged by this, so in order to save the sect's face, he stayed here.

Tianhua Palace. Tianhua Palace... is so abominable!

Ming Jing clenched his fists, feeling sad and helpless.

Gradually, Ming Jing was also attracted by the stories told by the storytellers.

But as he listened, a hint of surprise flashed in Ming Jing's eyes.

Not only him, but almost all the monks in the teahouse were stunned and raised their heads. He looked at Mr. Ji on the grand viewing platform with a strange look on his face.

Although Mr. Ji had praised Master Luo in his words before, at least he was speaking from a neutral perspective, and he was more biased towards Tianhua Palace.

But suddenly, Mr. Ji didn't know what medicine he took wrongly, and the conversation suddenly changed.

"... On the sixth floor of the Bone Celestial Prison Palace, Master Luo fought against the little monster in the Tianhua Palace, and defeated him with one move without any suspense. Thousands of bones were guarding the jungle. The little monster was crying and begging for mercy, showing his ugly appearance! The little monster is a human being. As the name suggests, you have no shame in killing your master and betraying your friends! You will end up being arrogant in this life and die at the hands of a group of white-bone monsters! It’s a karmic retribution!”

"...At this moment, the elders of Tianhua Palace and the first batch of overseas monks entered the Bone Prison Palace through the teleportation circle! Dear guests, guess what happens next? Hehe, these two unlucky ghosts actually turned out to be dog-eat-dog! They killed each other! Get up! Why do you say they are unlucky people? Of course it’s because they want to offend Master Luo!”

Phew... The afternoon autumn wind blew from Dongguan Street, brushing against the necks of the monks in the teahouse, and suddenly felt a chill.

The monks in the teahouse all had tense faces. He looked up at the private room on the third floor.

Ming Jing also looked up, tightening his face, holding back the joy of schadenfreude.

In the peripheral vision, Ming Jing saw the nine-foot-tall cloth-robed monk again. He was sitting so casually out of sight, drinking tea quietly. From time to time he glanced at the long street with people coming and going outside the teahouse, his eyes were far-reaching and erratic. I don’t know what I’m thinking.

"Be bold!"

Qiu Wu had a stiff face and said nothing. The female Taoist priest in green beside him slammed the table, stood up and pointed angrily at Mr. Ji: "Little mortal, are you tired of life? How dare you arrange to slander the immortal family like this!"

"Exactly!" Not to be outdone, the female Taoist priest in red on the side stared at Mr. Ji with absurdity in her eyes: "Since you can know the news about the cultivation world, you should know the existence of our Tianhua Palace! You are so Are you saying you are seeking death?"

Mr. Ji was yelled at by two Tianhua palace ladies, and his face turned pale. He didn't know whether he was angry or scared. He curled up like a prawn and shivered back: "Old man, I, I said it wrong what?"

Seeing Mr. Ji's confused look, the monks in the teahouse couldn't laugh or cry.

Qiu Wu's expression softened a lot. He glanced at Mr. Ji and said in a cold tone: "Storyteller. That's not what you usually tell. After a few days of telling stories full of loopholes that I overheard from nowhere, I just thought Playing tricks with the fairy family?"

"Old man, why am I playing tricks!" Mr. Ji raised his neck and looked at the private room on the third floor with grievance: "It's the immortal family. You said, if you speak well, you will be rewarded. That's what the old man said."

Qiu Wu frowned, he vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but when he saw the old man Ji who was trembling with fear, Qiu Wu couldn't laugh or cry, and he couldn't express his anger.

"That's all, I don't care about you as a mere mortal. Just skip all the messy jokes and tell the final outcome directly." Qiu Wu waved his hand.

He likes to hear about "Master Luo's death" out of his own selfish desires. It can also be regarded as a way to overcome the shadow and temper his state of mind. However, if he ruins the reputation of Tianhua Palace and is reported back to the sect, he will not be able to escape the blame.

"Okay, okay, tell me the ending, tell me the ending."

Mr. Ji nodded hurriedly, walked slowly to the center of the Grand Viewing Platform, straightened his back, radiant, and regained his previous vigor.

"Between heaven and earth, under the Tao, there are geniuses and heroes!"

"But even if he is famous in the world during his lifetime, he will only be a handful of yellow earth after his death, scattered in the nine abysses!"

Hearing this, Qiu Wu was relieved. Close your eyes.

Five years ago, that man swept through the White Bone Prison Hall like a fierce god, galloping around like a play, from the elders to the ordinary disciples of Tianhua Palace. All were frightened by him, and regarded him as a thorn in the flesh, a great disaster like a flood and a beast, a disaster from heaven!

Master Luo Chuan, a genius who seemed destined to lead the trend of an era in the Southern Region, was eventually buried in the White Bone Prison Palace.

Humph! So what if he is a genius! In the end, he will return to dust and earth to earth! The so-called genius of the generation. He has not lived as long as me!

Qiu Wu raised the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes, and showed a look of enjoyment, waiting for Mr. Ji to tell him the final fate of that person.

On the Grand Viewing Platform, Mr. Ji's eyes were shining and his saliva was flying.

"Master Luo relied on his own strength to crack the mystery of the White Bone Prison Palace, broke the thousand-year seal of the White Bone Prison Palace, and opened the Qingchuan Jedi! But at this moment, an accident happened... What kind of accident is it? Please let Ji keep it a secret!"

"As I said before, heroes and geniuses in cultivation in the world. No matter what kind of fate they have, they will inevitably return to dust and earth after thousands of years! The more arrogant they are, the more miserable they will be!"

"Just like Master Luo..."

At this point, Mr. Ji stopped abruptly.

Qiu Wu's body trembled, and he opened his eyes, shining brightly. Through the curtain, he stared at Mr. Ji, and his breath became heavy. His face showed the impatience before the arrival of "gao chao".

He longed to hear those five words. Every time he heard the five words "Master Luo is dead", he could always feel that his state of mind was repairing and improving, and moving towards the state of perfection. There are many strange ways to refine the mind in the world, and Qiu Wu's way of refining the mind is unique. There is no other branch.

Mr. Ji glanced at the crowd, a cunning flashed in his eyes, grinned, and said: "Just like Master Luo's enemies."

Qiu Wu was stunned, and then his face changed drastically. He stood up and stared at Mr. Ji fiercely.

Mr. Ji was calm and graceful, with his right hand behind his waist, and smiled faintly: "Everyone thought that Master Luo was dead, but they didn't know that the only one who could kill Master Luo was himself. He just went to a very far place. Before leaving, he left a group of guards."

"This group of guards is more powerful and legendary than the other, known as the Old Demon Revenge Group."

"When the Old Demon Revenge Group walks out from all corners of the Tiannan region and gathers together, it will be the day when Master Luo returns to the Tiannan cultivation world."

Mr. Ji became more and more excited as he talked, his eyes sparkling and his saliva splashing.

Qiu Wu was fuming, his face was sometimes green and sometimes white. He stared at Mr. Ji with gritted teeth, and repeatedly wanted to interrupt, but it was ridiculous to find that he couldn't find a chance to interrupt.

"... And the target of Master Luo's revenge is none other than the initiator of the conspiracy of the White Bone Prison Hall five years ago, the overlord of the Tiannan cultivation world today... Tianhua Palace!"

After the voice fell, Mr. Ji knocked down the gavel, and with a bang, the teahouse was silent.

Everyone was stunned!

No one expected that Mr. Ji would say such an ending.

A group of powerful guard monks, the Old Demon Revenge Group...what and what, it's too much nonsense!

"Old Ji, are you crazy! Who told you to say this! Tell me! Where is the person behind the scenes!" Qiu Wu disappeared in a flash, and when he appeared again, he walked out of the breath and stood in front of Mr. Ji, his eyes spurting anger.

It is a taboo for cultivators to attack mortals, especially for a famous sect like Tianhua Palace. Qiu Wu stared at Mr. Ji in anger and tried to reach out several times but endured it.

"Don't hit me... I, I, what I said is true!" Old Man Ji took two steps back, shrinking his body in fear and shock.

"You... Are you teasing me?" Qiu Wu was almost unable to hold back his attack.

"What I said is true, why don't you believe me? Master Luo is really not dead, there is really a revenge group of old demons..." Old Man Ji kept repeating.

"You are looking for death!" Qiu Wu was so angry that he was shaking. He could feel that his state of mind was cracking. The taboo of not attacking mortals was thrown behind his head at this moment.

"Go to hell!" Qiu Wu raised his hand and stared at Old Man Ji who was close at hand, and chopped down with one palm.

Old Man Ji screamed and was split into two halves by the stream of magic power.

The monks in the teahouse were all shocked, except for the two female Taoists in the private room on the third floor who were chatting and laughing, and were indifferent.

However, soon, everyone noticed something was wrong.

Old Man Ji was split into two halves by Qiu Wu, but not a drop of blood was shed.

The cold autumn wind blew against everyone's spine.

"Why don't you believe me..."

A sinister voice sounded from behind Qiu Wu.

Qiu Wu's scalp went numb, and in his peripheral vision, the body of Old Man Ji on the ground had disappeared.

Turning around quickly, Qiu Wu saw Old Man Ji standing upright in front of him.

Qiu Wu's face changed suddenly, and a strong fear arose from his heart.

Without thinking, he pulled himself away, drew out the flying sword with his backhand, and shouted: "Who are you!"

"Me?" Old man Ji raised his head, and a cold, crazy, and grim smile appeared on his face: "I am the guardian monk under Master Luo, one of the old demon revenge group, and the old ancestor Tianji!"

As soon as the voice fell, a ball of violent magic power rose from the old ancestor Tianji, and he appeared in front of Qiu Wu with a step.

Qiu Wu's face was pale, and the magic power was poured into the flying sword, and he attacked with all his strength.

Bang!

The old ancestor Tianji laughed wildly, chopped with one palm, and the powerful blue magic power wave drove down, crushing Qiu Wu into meat paste in front of everyone in the teahouse.

Turning his head, the old ancestor Tianji looked at the Tianhua palace maid in the third-floor elegant room and said, licking his lips and smiling, raising his arm to shoot magic power.

The two Tianhua Palace maidens were shattered by the magical energy wave before they could even say anything.

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