The old man was indeed like a fox demon, but in his eyebrows, the demon star sand unique to the demon clan had long been pitch black and dyed into the Netherworld Star.

He had already offered demon bones and souls to the Nether Clan, thus gaining a life span that transcends the end of his life and still has power.

The old man said, "This place is our people first."

Ling Tiansu narrowed his eyes: "So, you northern tribes have also participated in the good things like slaying dragons."

The old man gently stroked the mark on his eyebrows with his fingers, revealing a cold and surrendered smile: "Fighting for that adult is the supreme glory of our clan."

"That adult?" Ling Tiansu approached: "Which adult?"

The old man looked at him calmly: "You are not qualified to know the identity of that adult, because today, you will die here."

His tone was very calm, as calm as if he had become a prophetic prophet. Even though Ling Tiansu was standing here at this moment, he was inexplicably...

Hearing the word "death" made people feel cold in their hearts, as if they saw that his horoscope had been frozen, just like the sandalwood in the main hall of the Buddhist temple. It should have been a distance to burn out, but was suddenly thrown into the fire, and in an instant, it was burned to the end.

Luo Qingyi frowned gently, holding the sword and waiting to step forward, but Ling Tiansu grabbed his wrist. He shook his hand at her, then squatted down, and said to Mu Weiping, "Do you think you can kill me?"

Mu Wei said: "Before this, I think I can."

"I hope to hear the details."

"I followed you all the way. When I realized that you had a long and secluded realm, I was really surprised. It was hard to imagine that in this world, there was a kind of creature that could break through to the extreme realm of the world in just four years from the solid state where you first entered the threshold of practice. This is indeed the only way to ascension. Even in the divine realm, geniuses like you are not common."

Mu Wei's turbid eyes were brewing cold light, and the black star sand between his eyebrows revealed a vicious aura. His tone was still calm: "If the clan members knew that you could reach this level today, no one would have opposed that marriage."

Luo Qingyi: "Marriage?"

Ling Tiansu nodded, not wanting to hide it from her: "Well, my marriage with Ziyou."

Luo Qingyi looked complicated: "So, you have been married in this clan." Mr. Ye never mentioned that even the Ye family's military servants knew that he was a half-demon when the prince entered the capital. There were very few people who knew that he was a half-demon.

After today, she knew again that his initial marriage was not himself, but Ziyou, and she felt very sad and sad.

The pain was because of the diversion between the north and the south, and the sadness was because the two of them were separated by a deep hatred. She could not imagine what kind of pain they had experienced that made them go to this day without any barriers and meet Yan Huan.

Ling Tiansu looked at Mu Wei and said

The sound was very light, as if it could not be alarmed. At the end, there was only a light sentence left: "It's all over..."

How can it not hurt?

How can I let it go?

"The old patriarch is considered an old monster who has lived for half an era. Why is it still so naive? There is no if in this world, and you know in your heart that you expected this in time, and the ending will not change much. You will even do things even more absolutely! More ruthless!"

He used the cold tip of the sword to lift the old man's thin chin, cut a blood mark, and said with a bright look: "For example, when I set foot in the northern border, in the snowy area, you will send the Northern tribe assassination troops to kill and bury me and Ziyou in the deserted snowy area."

The old man chuckled: "It's a pity that I couldn't do this at the beginning."

Ling Tiansu's sword pointed to his eyebrows and said, "Old patriarch, you must have died once a hundred years ago, right? You have seen the horror of hell, the coldness of the yellow spring, and the soul that blew through the ghost wind in the Yin Realm, fell and turned black at that moment, right?"

Mu Wei slowly closed his eyes and said, "It's too cold below."

A sneer appeared in Ling Tiansu's eyes, and he listened to him continue, "The longer he lives, the more he is afraid of death, this sentence is not a lie."

Mu Wei said calmly: "I agree with this statement very much."

"So." Ling Tiansu opened his collar and exposed the Southern tribe totem mark under his shoulders, saying, "What you want is not the unity of the north and the south at all, but this one."

Mu Wei's old-fashioned gaze fell on the totem on Ling Tiansu's shoulder, and his eyes suddenly lit up, with extremely terrible obsession and desire.

Ling Tiansu said in disguisely: "Only by killing all the last fox clan of my southern clan, destroying the totem mark on my shoulders, and destroying the inheritance of the southern fox demon clan, this original demon Teng will have no choice but to sleep for a hundred years, and appear among your northern clan again. Is that right?"

Mu Wei's breathing was obviously a little quicker. He tightened the thunder rope tightly, and blood flowed out despite the cutting of his palm.

He sneered: "My life has come to an end, and it is natural to die of old age. At the time of death, I have truly made friends with the Southern tribe and admired the loyalty and loyalty of the fox slaves. But when I walked through the Huangquan Road, Naihe Bridge, crossed the underworld's ghost gate, and saw the eighteenth floor of the Netherworld Mansion, I was so scared. Guess... what did I see?"

Ling Tiansu: "..."

Deep in the old man's pupils, there seemed to be a ghost fire beating. He suddenly became excited: "Eighteenth level of purgatory! There are figures of my Northern Fox Demon Clan in every layer! If you suffer the pain of reincarnation like a mortal, but the underworld has the rules of the underworld. Anyone who is a demon, no demon with a seal, is regarded as exiled sinful demon, and needs to be tortured by a hundred years of purgatory torture."

Speaking of this, the old man laughed at himself, with a deep feeling in his eyes: "My northern tribe is divided and independent, and he can unlock the nine-tailed totems by himself, but even so, the ancestor of the nine-tailed Heavenly Fox is still

It is to protect your southern tribe. Even a half-demon like you will be given a totem mark when you make a sound. The original power of the nine-tailed demon fox is always hidden in the totem of your southern fox tribe. Even if you gradually decline, your life span is still far greater than that of our northern tribe!"

There was no emotional turmoil in Ling Tiansu's eyes, and he only said lightly: "Life and death have destiny and all conditioned laws."

Mu Wei's eyes showed a look of resentment and stared at Ling Tiansu: "It's not you who died. You have never witnessed the scenery of hell. Of course, you can easily accuse others of their sins. If you are the chief clan and see that your descendants are born without any evil spirits, they die before they open their eyes. They are so young, they have not been polluted by the world, have never done evil, but they will be beaten by the fire of purgatory karma for a hundred years!"

Viciousness grew in his old face, his eyes were as bloody as his eyes were, and his turbid spider silk was scarlet: "Who set the rule? Why do you want them to suffer such hardships! So I want to take it away! So I want to kill! Life and death are indestined! It is up to me!"

Looking at Mu Wei, who was obsessed with madness, a cold murderous intent flashed in Ling Tiansu's eyes that was incomprehensible.

He suddenly made a move, his palm strangled his neck through layers of thunder ropes, pinching his bones creaking, and the back of his hand burst out, but his eyes were calm and a little cunning: "So you think, should I let you take it? Let you kill it?"

His behavior was undoubtedly extremely dangerous. Mu Wei's strength reached Changyou two years ago. Perhaps Ling Tiansu's thunder formation successfully bound him, which was unprepared, but the bondage would not last too long.

He took action rashly and was likely to be injured.

But Mu Wei did not do anything extra, as if he had already realized a certain reality without killing him in one move. There was a deep helplessness and ferociousness in his absolutely crazy eyes.

So many complex emotions filled these old eyes. It was obvious that such strong and painful emotions had taken root in Mu Wei's heart and tortured him for many years.

Therefore, it is not surprising that you will do such paranoid and cruel things later.

Mu Wei began to laugh wildly, looking at him with pity and mocking eyes, and said, "One day, you will taste my despair of nothing, and I will let you taste it yourself."

His old lips murmured: "It's not the time yet...it's not the time yet...it's not the time sooner or later, you'll know."

His voice was low and old, as if filled with a dangerous curse, which made people convinced him.

(ps: Thank you to the reader's cute little cute "I'm sorry I'm urging the dog to update", the huge support of "Young Master Addict's Sword", and, today is another exciting day worth remembering. The fifth leader of Beibei has been born, yo roar! Wuhu!! I feel so excited that I can't sleep all night. I sincerely thank the leader for his generous rewards for "playing well", which proves the value of half demon. Sister Bingfeng said that his debut work, the first book, is very good at having five leader. Beibei is really happy, and we must continue to work hard!)
Chapter completed!