After the holy monk dropped his vest

In front of the door leading to the No.80 floor, Moxiu dressed as a servant stopped, bowed sideways, and then knelt on the ground.

"Dear guest, slaves are not allowed to enter here, please go there yourself."

Lu Heng took a look at the man, and the demon cultivators were wild and unruly people, but now they were trained by Kong Jiusi to look like this.Everywhere on his body was written the word humble and obedient, but when he mentioned his master, his eyes were full of sincerity.

It's really unchanging, even if he is under the suppression of the demon tower, he still behaves like this.Lu Heng finally understood why the peacock drove his only son out of Queshan so heartlessly.

When he left Qianyuan Continent, he didn't even have the slightest concern.

Such an heir can only be regarded as a disgrace to Peacock's haughty temperament.

Lu Heng withdrew his gaze, raised his hand and opened the door.

A cold light flashed, and a strong wind hit the sky.Before Lu Heng could blink his eyes, a black long knife was in front of him.

Seeing Lu Heng's tall nose bridge, he was about to be split in two.

The knife, however, could no longer penetrate an inch.

Lu Heng held the blade of the knife with his left hand, as easily as if he was picking up a leaf from the ground.

The man with the knife.

Tall and strong, he was wearing a narrow-sleeved tight suit with the skirts open wide, revealing a long scar on his strong chest.There is also a scar on the left side of this person's face, starting from the corner of the eyebrow and spreading to the corner of the mouth.

However, although this scar is terrifying, it makes the man in front of him even more ferocious. In the eyes of some people, it probably also has a different kind of charm.

Among these people, Lu Heng naturally thought of Kong Jiusi.Kong Jiusi was a tall and strong man, but the man in front of him had extremely advanced cultivation.

Although Lu Heng easily stopped this knife, he knew that the opponent probably didn't try his best.

This man will not be Kong Jiusi's servant.

Lu Heng asked, "Who are you?"

The man grinned: "The one who wants to fight with you."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Heng felt that the black blade between his fingers began to tremble slightly.

As the blade trembled, a devilish energy wound up from the handle.The heavier the magic energy, the greater the force transmitted from the blade.

It doesn't make any sense to go on like this.Lu Heng let go of his left hand, but just as the knife was about to strike, he flicked his fingers.

With a crisp sound, the black knife, which contained enormous strength, was lifted upwards by the slender white fingers, and it was about to let go.

The person holding the knife was already unwilling to let go. Even if his jaws were torn apart, he only took a few steps back and forcibly received the force of the blow.

"Happy! I like your style of fighting. It's not like those Taoist cultivators who use magic weapons at every turn. You can't see your face clearly when you fight. It's so boring. This deity is fighting blade."

After Zhan Ren finished speaking, he flipped his wrist and wanted to attack again.

Lu Heng only felt a dull pain between his brows. He had heard of the name Warblade.This person was a former demon venerable, and he could be regarded as one of the greatest combat powers on the demon cultivator's side at that time.

Seeing this person in this place, Lu Heng only felt that it was very troublesome.It's not that I'm afraid I won't be able to beat this person, it's just that I don't have time to entangle with him.

However, if War Blade could be dismissed so easily, Taoist cultivators would not have given him the title of "Mad Dog".

"Enough, Glaive. We agreed earlier."

A voice came from behind Zhan Ren.

The hand holding the handle of the sword stopped halfway.An angry look appeared on his face, as if he was about to go mad.In the hand holding the knife, veins burst out on the back of the arm, as if it was about to crush the handle of the knife.

Just when Lu Heng silently lucked out his spiritual power to prevent the person in front of him from suddenly going crazy.

Zhan Ren retracted his knife and turned sideways: "I'll show you some face."

The scene of the eightieth floor, which had been blocked by the war blade, was revealed to Lu Heng.Compared with the extravagance and magnificence of the first few floors, the eighty floors are much simpler.

Lu Heng's eyes fell on the man sitting at the table.

I haven't seen him for tens of thousands of years, Kong Jiusi's appearance has not changed at all, he is still the demon who used his good looks to fascinate countless heaven's favored sons on the Qianyuan Continent.

However, his temperament has changed a lot.Kong Jiusi likes gorgeous and extravagant things, and his clothes are always brightly colored and likes gold and silver things.

Kong Jiusi, who was in front of Lu Heng at this moment, was dressed in plain clothes.There is no decoration on the crow-like long hair, it is just tied casually with a plain headband.

On his left hand, a string of Buddhist beads was wrapped around it.On the table at hand is a volume of Buddhist scriptures.

"..."

For a moment, Lu Heng didn't know what to say.

This suppression tower can also make Kong Jiusi change his mind, but what are those strangely dressed servants doing all the way just now?It couldn't be that Kong Jiusi specially set up those scenes of wine ponds and meat forests below to test himself in order to tempt his patience.

Perhaps sensing Lu Heng's gaze, Kong Jiusi raised the corners of his lips and smiled.That smile, like the first snow in the Tianshan Mountains, is pure and holy.

Lu Heng only felt a chill down his spine.

"It's been a long time since an old friend came to visit, so it should be clear."

On the table, there is a jug of wine and three wine glasses.

Here, there are exactly three people.

They come, the security.Lu Heng just roughly took the scene of the [-]th floor into his eyes, but didn't see Shi Kong.

It seems that Shi Kongding was imprisoned at the highest part of the tower, but after looking around, he couldn't find the door leading to the No.80 floor.

Kong Jiusi has been here for tens of thousands of years, and if he wants to know how to get to the upper level, it is the quickest way to learn from him.

Although there is an old grudge between Lu Heng and Kong Jiusi.But with Kong Jiusi's temperament, he would not do such a thing as poisoning wine.Even if it is poisoned, there is no poison in this world that is more poisonous than the poison of the snake.

Lu Heng sat down at the table: "I didn't expect you to be here."

Kong Jiusi raised his hand and poured the wine: "Otherwise, return to the original? I can't bear to part with this world of mortals. Besides, this place is not bad. Those bald donkeys in Fanyin Temple are quite understanding, and they often send me some small gifts for my entertainment."

Upon hearing this, Lu Heng knew that this was the same Kong Jiusi tens of thousands of years ago, unchanged.

Kong Jiusi pushed the wine glass to Lu Heng's eyes, and was about to fill it up for himself.A rough pottery bowl was still in front of his eyes.

"Give some to the deity, I have exercised my muscles and bones just now, and I am a little thirsty."

Kong Jiusi looked at the pottery bowl that looked like a roadside beggar used to make a living, and tightened his fingers holding the jug.

Lu Heng glanced at the Demon Venerable Warblade sitting on Dama Jindao, and laughed a little in his heart.

The pottery bowl was huge, and even if the wine jug in Kong Jiusi's hand was emptied, it would probably only be half full.

I also don't know how these two people with very different personalities have coexisted peacefully on the top of this tower for tens of thousands of years without fighting to the death.

After all, Kong Jiusi is the child of the peacock, and in some places he still has similarities with the divine bird, the peacock.For example, I can't stand rough things.

The huge pottery bowl with a missing mouth on the table was simply challenging his bottom line.

Zhan Ren over there still yelled unknowingly: "Your small cups are nothing, they are not enough to fit between your teeth. It is refreshing to drink from this big bowl. I still have a few more, why don't you use them?"

Kong Jiusi clenched his fingers for a moment, his chest heaved violently for a moment, but in the end he still didn't make a move.Instead, he flipped his palm and took out a jar of wine.

He raised his hand and threw the altar of wine towards Zhan Ren: "Go drink it over there, don't come in an eyesore."

Zhan Ren stretched out his hand to catch the wine jar, and didn't care about Kong Jiusi's bad words, he walked to the ground not far away and sat down to drink.

Seeing the idiot who disturbed the situation left, Kong Jiusi continued talking with Lu Heng.

"You have pure spiritual energy, you must not have practiced any evil methods, how could you enter this demon-suppressing tower?"

"I'm here to look for someone." Lu Heng said bluntly, "Do you know if a Buddhist cultivator has been detained above?"

Kong Jiusi smiled and said, "After so many years, your temperament has not changed at all. We have a deep hatred, and you are not afraid that I will plot against you?"

"If you want to plot against me, wouldn't it be just right to lock me up on the No.80 floor. The fire of the red lotus burns my soul day by day, how about solving the hatred in your heart?"

"Hey, don't lie to me. The fire of the red lotus only burns those who have obsessions. Lu Heng, who cultivates the free way, will have obsessions in his heart? It's a big joke."

"If I have no obsession in my heart, how could I break into this demon-suppressing tower that never returns for just one person?"

Kong Jiusi showed a thoughtful expression on his face. His purpose was to send Lu Heng to the No.80 floor.Now that the other party said this, he naturally pushed the boat along the way.

"You come with me."

***

The distorted scene before Lu Heng's eyes gradually returned to normal.The place where he is now is the No.80 floor.

This place is very narrow, only about the same size as the [-]th floor, and the surrounding area is dark.

Lu Heng didn't linger on the surrounding environment for too long, his eyes soon fell on the center.

On the No. 80 floor, I don't know what kind of formation was engraved on it. Even with Lu Heng's eyesight, he could only vaguely see that there was a person there.

Even if he couldn't see clearly, Lu Heng knew the identity of that person, Shi Kong.

"who?"

A voice sounded at the same time, confirming Lu Heng's thoughts.Although the separation time was not too long, Lu Heng felt that he hadn't heard such a clear voice for a long time.

"it's me."

"Who are you?"

Lu Heng's heart shuddered, he didn't recognize me.But after a while, he came back to his senses.

It is normal for Shi Kong to ask this question.Back then on the cliff, Shi Kong forcibly split his spirit and sent the ghost spirit into Lu Heng's body.

Youjing is the master of love, and without this soul, Shikong has no memory.

"Old man." Lu Heng said.

Shi Kong looked up and saw the man standing at the door.Dressed in red, it looked extremely abrupt in this dim illusion.The man's face was completely hidden in the shadows, and his features could not be seen clearly.

For some reason, he could know what the person's eyebrows and eyes, every line on the person's face, and even the body covered under the clothes should look like.

Lu Heng only felt that the person opposite was silent for a long time, and finally spoke.

"Don't lie to me, you are not an old friend."

"Oh?" Lu Heng raised his eyebrows, "You don't know who I am, why do you say I'm lying to you?"

"You are my demon."

Lu Heng stood where he was, waiting for Shi Kong to explain.Unexpectedly, after saying that sentence, he didn't speak again.

Lu Heng took a few steps forward and walked in front of Shi Kong, his vision finally became clear.At least, you can see the whole picture of Shikong clearly.

He was still wearing a white monk robe, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, fiddling with Buddhist beads with his right hand, standing on his chest with his left hand, and chanting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

Nothing out of the ordinary except...

"Why is your hair gone?"