Cultivation Is Like This

   Chapter 404 Unremarkable, nothing special

  What conforms to the destiny, what goes against the sky is to conform to the sky, no one dares to say that you are not here, you can speak more clearly.

  What does the old devil with ink blood mean? The ghosts and ghosts have a clear mind. Don't look at him murdering and setting fires, doing evil for many years, and killing people at every turn. In fact, he is a kind-hearted and good monk.

   What is the use of telling us, you go to ask the famous and decent, see if they believe it or not.

  The demons are slandered from the bottom of their hearts, and most of them disdain the words of the ink-blooded old demon. Demons are demons, and evil is evil. There is nothing to admit, and they are very proud.

   But it's enough to be clear in your heart. The ink-blooded old demon has a high cultivation base and is notoriously ruthless. If he dares to speak out to sweep his face, he is undoubtedly a hungry dog ​​going to a thatched hut and having a full meal... Bah, he is courting death.

   "The old fairy is right, everything has yin and yang, the human world has black and white, and the truth is that black has black. If I didn't wait to play the black face, where would the hypocritical villains have the opportunity to sing the white face."

   "It's very, very good. If we didn't throw our heads and shed our blood, where did they get their fame, they would have been fighting to death in the nest long ago."

   "Yes, they have to thank us!"

   "Jie Jie Jie Jie--" xN

   Inside and outside the Taoist temple, the demons burst into laughter, and for a while, ghosts and wolves howled, and the whole thing was smoky.

   Ink Blood Old Demon nodded with a smile, very satisfied with everyone's approval.

   When he was young, he was full of arrogance. He opened his mouth against the sky, and closed his mouth against the sky. Now it can't be done.

   He could feel that, somewhere, a devastating force was watching him.

   is everywhere, and there is no trace to be found. If he insists on pointing in a direction, he can only say that it is probably in the sky.

   The ink-blooded old demon felt that the bottleneck was about to be broken, and the day he entered the tribulation period, his thunder tribulation would follow.

  Suddenly, he panicked a little.

   I heard that Lei Jie is very fond of such a well-known devil as him, and he super doubles it every time. Based on his own perception, this gossip is probably true.

  The ink-blooded old demon looks back on his magnificent life and finds that…

   The devil who has done evil all his life, you can't expect him to repent.

   Therefore, while looking back, the ink-blooded old demon secretly said that he was wronged. He was really wronged.

   Killing a master, seizing treasures, and slaughtering fellow sects are all minor evils. He went astray and worshipped the wrong mountain gate. If he did not kill his fellow sect, he would kill him. He wielded a butcher’s knife in order to survive and protect himself. It is not a crime.

   Then there are minor mistakes such as killing people and stealing treasures, eating people's bodies, killing people, and prostituting people. They are also forced by the situation, and they can be forgiven when they think about it carefully.

   Either he is forced to survive, or the other party takes the initiative to seek death, and he kindly fulfills the other party, or he keeps his word, saying that he will destroy all the people, and he will not take the initiative to do evil even once.

   Counting back and forth, he has not killed many people for hundreds of years, at most 5,000, a great 8,000, certainly not more than 10,000.

   Not much!

   But what is the matter with this thunder calamity hanging above his head, it is unprovoked, as if it will kill him if it falls.

   Really wronged the devil to death.

  So, in the past two years, the ink-blooded old demon talked about acting in line with the sky, and the **** past was also described by him as acting against the sky.

   To put it bluntly, comfort yourself and ask for a stable state of mind, so as not to frighten yourself to death before the thunder calamity comes.

   "Old Immortal, why did you recruit me to Wu Zhou?" The woman with blue eyes asked with a smile.

   "Yeah, our four brothers came to Wuzhou, and they all obeyed your orders and stayed for half a month. If they didn't find any blood, they would starve to death."

  The walls of the courtyard, the heads of four blue-faced fangs are exposed, they are as ugly as they are, and they have ulterior motives.

   "What are you talking about, the old immortal has repeatedly attacked me, which time has he treated me badly?"

   A cloud of black liquid overflowed from the crack in the wall: "Old immortal, you are right, if you attack Tianjian Peak, I'll be the only one to follow you."

   "Jie Jie Jie Jie--" xN

   The smoky voice resounded, and the ink-blooded old demon couldn't help laughing along with him.

   In the crowd, a handsome public face with the back of his head blended into the crowd, hugging the bewitching girl beside him, followed by a hearty smile.

   Perfectly integrated, no one noticed anything wrong.

  Northland: (o)

   Fetish Girl: ()

   Now, no one feels wrong anymore.

   "This time, the brothers are invited to come here, not for the Heavenly Sword Sect, but for the Emperor Extreme Sect."

The ink-blooded old demon swept over a group of demons, and said slowly: "Don't hide it from everyone, I have negotiated a deal with Qi Yan, as long as I wait for some disturbances outside the Wuzhou and Western Sanzhou, Qi Yan's old account It has since been written off.”

  The demons were stunned for a moment, and then lowered their heads and whispered, the ink-blooded old demon has an earth-shattering cultivation base, and he is a giant of the Qiyan Kingdom. According to legend, he was an elder of the Xiantian Palace Keqing, and was ordered to integrate Qi Yan's demonic forces. Because of the full support of Baidao, he had the status of the first brother of the underworld.

   Although it is a gossip, the rumors are not groundless. The ink-blooded old demon is indeed very close to the Xiantian Palace. Under his control, the monks in the Qiyan territory are much more disciplined than before.

  Those who are disobedient will become obedient once they go in, especially those who are disobedient...

   is gone.

The    monsters looked around, and were stunned to find that the obedient one did not come, and they happened to belong to the disobedient group.

  In an instant, I was covered in cold sweat.

   "Don't worry too much, everyone, this invitation is not a forced invitation. If you don't want to, you can leave on your own, and this seat will never stop you." The ink-blooded old demon laughed loudly.

   "That being the case, the four of my brothers will leave first."

  The four ugly ghosts secretly said that they were unlucky. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, they divided into four black lights and went straight to the south, east, north and west.

   "The four virtuous brothers are walking slowly. The journey to Huangquan is far away. You and the others are walking together, and there is just one person to take care of."

   The ink-blooded old demon laughed, waved his hand to cover the sky, and bounced off four black-ink blood droplets.

   The filthy blood turned into light, colliding with ripples like substance. In an instant, the air became like a piece of crumpled paper, and the sound waves broke through the waves like thunder.

   Yuankong screamed one after another, making everyone feel even colder.

The blood light converged and returned, and the four black ink blood droplets slowly fell, and the ink blood old demon raised his hand to hold the four red dots, seeing the soul struggling in it, he shook his head slightly: "The four of your brothers killed this seat in the wandering soul valley back then. Dear disciple, today Japan is taking revenge for the disciple, do the four of you have something to say?"

The    red light distorted, and the four souls rushed left and right, trying to escape.

   "Since you have nothing to say, this seat will give you a ride."

   The ink-blooded old demon spoke lightly, swept across the audience with cold eyes, and swallowed the four blood droplets one by one.

Every time they swallowed one, they heard a heart-piercing cry in their ears, and after four times, they clapped their hands and applauded: "The old immortal avenged his disciples, he is righteous, and he only hated that he was missed in this life. I can listen to Dafa under the Old Immortal constellation."

   "Die well, these four evil ghosts are to blame, they should be killed!"

   "Good death!"

   "If it wasn't for the old immortal, I would have just…

   The four early birds died tragically, setting a good example for everyone. Everyone calmed down and nodded, saying that the proposal of the ink-blooded old demon was very interesting.

   As the extremists in the demon cultivation, or the scum in the demon cultivation, their cultivation methods need to rely on the devotion of mortals. The more sacrifices, the stronger the skills.

   On Qi Yan's side, all of them are destined people on the most wanted list. They are restrained everywhere when they commit crimes, and they come to Wu Zhou collectively...

   And no matter how they die in the future, if they don’t nod their heads now, the ink-blooded old demon will let them die.

A group of people patted their chests and assured that the ink-blooded old demon saw it in his eyes, sneered in his heart, and continued: "Everyone, don't worry, this seat treats people with sincerity, and I really don't mean to force you. Today, I promise to wait for you to come back victorious. Qi Yan, not only will the old account be written off, but in the Xiantian Mansion, you can also seek a position by virtue of your merits."

   "Is this true?"

   "How is there a fake?"

   "That's good, I'll trust the old immortal once..."

A bald-headed strong man gritted his teeth and stepped forward: "I also asked the old immortal to send me out of the Western Sanzhou. I am average in skills and have no big ambitions. I heard that Wuzhou Ningzhou is a treasure land of Feng Shui, so I went there and had a good time. time."

  Ningzhou.

  You are a cultivator in the Void Refinement Realm. Going to Ningzhou is not like a tiger returning to the mountain and a dragon entering the sea. You can toss as much as you want?

   When the demons and ghosts heard the words, they were all shocked. They secretly said that the bald head didn't follow the rules, so they just picked a good place.

   "Lao Xian, I'm going to Linzhou."

   "The three of us are going to Yizhou."

"And I…

  Everyone actively and actively saved their lives. They did their homework before they came, and they visited the states several times, and they never mentioned the capital or high-level maps such as Yuezhou.

"Okay, since you all have ideas, this seat will not neglect you, so let's go." The ink-blooded old demon laughed, raised his hand and waved his sleeve robe, and the Taoist temple turned into a flying instrument, slowly flying into the air Get up.

   At this moment, the dark clouds are pressing down, the scorching sun hides the black sky, the stars are lit at a few points, and a full moon is in the sky.

  The world suddenly changed.

   "Hey, who created a small world?"

   The ink-blooded old demon is both angry and funny. It is a small world of refining virtual realm. It can be broken with a wave of a hand, and it actually blocks his Dharma drive. It is really boring.

   He followed the induction and found an unfamiliar face among the monsters.

   is unremarkable and has no special features. He hugs the famous fierce Rakshasa on the road and looks quite friendly.

   The ink-blooded old demon didn't know Lu Bei, and he was even more unfamiliar with his changing appearance. He thought he was the concubine that the demon girl met, and frowned in displeasure.

   At this time, the demon girl also discovered something was wrong, smiled shyly, pushed Lu Bei's shoulders away, and dispersed with the surrounding crowd.

  The matter has come to this point, and Lu Bei no longer acts as a demon and heresy. It is very tiring, and it is seriously inconsistent with his poor play style where he can only play positive characters, and he almost missed it.

   He waved his hand and took out the black magic knife, and pointed at the old demon of ink blood: "Wuzhou Xuanyin Division is here, you will gather the crowd to make trouble, and the noise will disturb the people. Let's go with this official!"

   "Jie Jie Jie Jie--"

Laughing loudly, the bald head who signed up to go to Ningzhou strode out, and slapped the diamond-like chest with a big palm: "Boy, you have good guts, and the knife in your hand is also good. Come on, cut here, you can break it. Pi, grandpa counts you as a..."

  Shoo!

   The blade slashed, and the tower-like body was divided into two.

   is also divided into two halves, as well as the soul of the Void Realm that can be injured and not killed.

   Blood splashed and landed on Lu Bei's shirt. He glanced lightly, and snorted coldly: "If you can splash the blood of this official, you are also considered a thing. Who is next?"

   (end of this chapter)