Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"Hope everything goes well..."

The old white ape spoke softly, and there was a small bottle in his hand. It opened the bottle cap, walked to the old tree, and dripped the liquid in the bottle onto the old tree. In an instant, a strong energy breath flowed continuously from the old tree. It emanates and gathers in the space formed by its branches.

At this moment, some flowers grew out of thin air on the dry branches, and they were still growing vigorously.

After finishing all this, the old white ape casually threw the empty porcelain bottle on the ground, and he carried it on his hands, observing quietly.

time flies.

The sky had already completely darkened at this time, and with the faint moonlight swaying, a painful muffled sound could be heard coming from the space wrapped in branches and vines after a while.

"Didn't you scream?"

"Humans can really be tough to this extent, or...their thinking deep in their brains is more different from that of the monster race?"

"It's really a magical race, maybe we can do more experiments to see."

"This kind of race shouldn't be extinct. If that day really comes, maybe a batch can be left behind, creating a separate space for them, and constantly creating various scenes to make more accurate data comparisons."

"If we can learn from each other's strengths, the Yaozu will become more prosperous."

The old white ape was thoughtful, constantly analyzing softly, with serious eyes.

Perhaps what it said is far less attractive than the so-called peace and prosperity of the eight-tailed fox, but it is more reasonable and true.

Inside the branch, a burst of energy suddenly formed a phantom of a book in midair.

This book is windless and automatic, flipping through it quickly.

"Promoted?"

The old white ape raised his head, held a demon core in his hand, gently sent it up into the air, and melted into the book.

The next moment, a thin layer of frost appeared on the surrounding ground, and the shadow of a curled up woman formed of ice slowly stretched out her body and stood up.

The old white ape handed over a demon core again.

"The awakening objects of these two are actually quite special. If they can be promoted to the eight senses, they may be able to develop more effects."

"It's just eight senses..."

"Difficult."

"After all, I'm only level seven."

After handing over the two demon cores, the old white ape was no longer interested in the scene before him, so he walked to the distance, sat on the rock on the top of the mountain, and looked into the distance.

"Counting the days, today seems to be the new year of the human race."

"The New Year's party they held was pretty good."

"It's a pity that there is a fight in Zhenyaoguan, so I can't surf the Internet. I hope there will be a replay."

The old white ape looked a little disappointed, sighed lightly and shook his head, letting its white hair be blown by the wind, and remained motionless.

Dawn breaks.

The branch shrank back violently.

In mid-air, An Xin didn't fall, but instead floated in mid-air. She slowly opened her eyes, looked at her hands, and raised her head to look at her awakened object in mid-air.

"Is this the power of six senses?"

She whispered softly.

"No, this is an incomplete six senses. You don't know anything about the rules. You just used energy to forcefully break through the bottleneck, and you can no longer advance."

The plain voice of the old white ape poured a basin of cold water on her.

On the other side, Zhao Qingyi also opened his eyes without moving.

"The cooperation between us, my part, has been completed."

"As for the final result, it's up to you."

"Come on..."

"I hope you can be worthy of your own lives."

"If there are no accidents, the countdown to your lives has already begun, and it will probably last for a month."

The old white ape didn't turn around, still looking at the scenery in the distance, but the words that came out of his mouth were so cold.

But neither An Xin nor Zhao Qingyi expressed any surprise to this result.

"Although in my wisdom, I can't figure out why you would do this."

"But I trust Ji Hong."

An Xin looked at the back of the old white ape and said, "I don't know if you are acting, but at least you have not harmed us in the past two years."

"Humans and monsters have different paths, and it's time to put an end to all of this."

"I hope you will always stand on the side of the human race."

"So..."

"Goodbye!"

An Xin took a deep breath, a smile suddenly appeared on her face, and she waved her hand at the back of the old white ape: "If you put aside your identity as a monster, you are actually quite cute."

After saying this, An Xin turned around and walked towards the road down the mountain.

Zhao Qingyi followed An Xin without saying a word.

"The evaluation of me...is it cute?"

The old white ape muttered to himself, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Wait a minute."

It spoke suddenly, but still did not turn around.

An Xin paused, turned her head a little puzzled, and looked at the position of the old white ape.

"this..."

"Give it to you."

The old white ape fumbled in his pocket, and finally took out a packing bag only available on the human side.

The bag was still stained with blood, blocking all the words printed on it.

"Although a few are broken, most of them are still edible."

As he spoke, the old white ape turned his back on his back and threw the bag far away.

An Xin subconsciously caught it.

Looking at the lollipops in the packaging bag, her eyes lit up.

"You are a monster, where did you do this?"

Her tone was a little surprised.

"Hehe, who am I?"

"I am the demon master of the Ten Thousand Demon Forest, the deputy demon master of Qianli Yaoyuan, and the deputy mountain master of Yingjian Mountain. In the future, I will become the master of the demon realm...Old White Ape."

At this moment, the old white ape showed a smug smile on his face, as if he had a relapse of the second illness.

"Then... goodbye!"

An Xin opened the packaging bag, put a lollipop in her mouth, narrowed her eyes like a crescent moon, and involuntarily put a lollipop into Zhao Qingyi's cold gaze.