Eliminate Demons in Lin Zhengying's World

Ning Caichen took the opportunity to step forward, snatched the genealogy tree from the tree demon, and carefully hid it in his arms.

The evil spirits around were all stunned when they saw this.

A scholar who has no strength to restrain a chicken can snatch something from his grandma?

What makes them most incomprehensible is that they are so successful.

He quickly rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't dazzled.

The Dryad sat down in silence, and slowly raised his head to look at Ning Caichen.

At this moment, the murderous intent in its eyes receded, and its face was full of complex expressions.

"Who are you, Ning Qingcheng? What's your name?"

The Dryad's voice was hoarse and complicated.

Ning Caichen said vigilantly: "Ning Qingcheng is my uncle! My name is Ning Caichen."

After hearing his words, the tree demon was silent for a while, and waved his hands: "Go away!"

There was a crack in the ground, revealing a stone step. The stone step led to the ground, and there was a faint moonlight falling on the end of the stone step.

Ning Caichen was a little confused, didn't he want to draw my soul and give it to the old black mountain demon?

What's the matter with this dryad, isn't it too moody?

"roll!"

The Dryad scolded angrily, came out majestically and oppressively, and threw Ning Caichen onto the stone steps with a bang.

Ning Caichen was in a daze the whole time, running out towards the stone steps.

"Grandma, what are you doing?"

Xiao Lin came back to her senses and said in disbelief.

The tree demon seemed a little tired, waved his hands and said: "Go down, I want to wait by myself."

The demons and demons around did not dare to disobey the order of the tree demon, and hurriedly retreated full of doubts.

In the blink of an eye, only the Dryad was left sitting there alone in the hall.

Its eyes flickered, fixedly staring at the place where Ning Caichen left, with a little reminiscence on its face.

After a while, the tree demon sighed deeply in the hall: "Ning Qingcheng, I will return your favor to you today."

After saying this, it fell silent again.

Many little demons gathered together, chattering.

"Grandma locked herself in the room again?"

"Grandma spends a few days in her room by herself every year, but it's not that time this year, right?"

"Who knows what's going on!"

The little demons were all in a daze, not knowing what the tree demon was going crazy again.

In a dimly lit room.

The dryad lowered its head, staring at the yellowed rice paper in front of it in a daze.

The rice paper is dilapidated and incompletely preserved. If the tree demon hadn't protected it with evil energy, it would have turned into dust.

The picture drawn on the rice paper shows a young monk sitting cross-legged on the ground, clasping his hands, closing his eyes, praying to the Buddha and chanting sutras.

Behind the little monk, a small banyan tree grows, covering his head, as if it is shading him from the sun.

The tree demon, which made all the demons frightened and mortals terrified, looked at this simple painting with a gentle expression on his face.

Thin fingers gently brushed the rice paper, slowly touching the monk's cheek.

After an unknown amount of time, the dryad carefully put away the rice paper, turned around and pushed the door open.

The moment it went out, the gentleness on its face was no longer, but it was replaced by ferocity.

"Grandma!"

The demon Xie Chong who was waiting outside was trembling, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, with his head bowed deeply, not daring to look directly.

The hoarse voice of the tree demon lingered in the little demon's ears: "Prepare presents, I'm going to Shicheng in person to meet the old Heishan demon."

"Yes! Grandma!"

The little demons lowered their heads and said with a trill.

The tree demon was full of tyranny: "Xianmen, if you dare to destroy my good deeds, I will also slaughter your whole family!"

Chapter 1269 Gift Yuanbao and Drive Caichen away!

In Yan Chixia's hut, Ye Fan sat cross-legged, refining the earth spirit beads in his hand.

Yan Chixia paced back and forth in the room like ants on a hot pot.

"Yan Chixia, stop shaking, I won't be able to practice anymore."

Ye Fan opened his eyes and said lightly: "We have arranged so many prohibitions, but Ning Caichen is still missing. This is his fate, and no one can blame him."