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Back at the small bamboo forest where they stayed, Mo Shan couldn't help asking where the three giant snakes came from.

Feng Zhen was also somewhat surprised that the three of them could grow to such a large size, especially the pouches, which were always slender and small, but now that they have grown in size, all the cute images in the past are gone, only hideous and terrifying.

"This is the spirit beast I raised since I was a child," Feng Zhen said while stroking Xinyanbao's body, the latter's big copper bell-like eyes were narrowed into a slit, "Later they formed cocoons and entered the advanced stage, It has always been in my storage bag. Until a few years ago, I put them in a place where strange insects were infested, and wanted to see if they had this good fortune to grow into the nemesis of strange insects."

Bai Yi and Qing Er saw that the heart-eye bag was quite enjoyable, so they also brought their heads closer, wanting the master to touch it.

Feng Zhen touched them one by one, smiled with satisfaction and said, "It seems that they are quite good luck."

Mo Shan was dumbfounded.

"Could it be that these three giant snakes can really restrain the strange insects?!"

If this is the case, Mo Shan seems to have seen the scene of countless cultivators kneeling down and begging to close the town, and then thought of the scene of the demons proudly in front of the human race, and being worshiped respectfully by the human race.

This means that countless resources will face redistribution, and countless forces will face reshuffle.

This is really exciting news!

Mo Shan laughed loudly, "I will send a message to Jing Motian!"

Feng Zhen slightly bent his lips, but the follow-up matter still required the master of one party to negotiate, so he never stopped it.

The message went out, and within half a day, Jing Motian came to the Fengji Gate, accompanied by eight other demon city masters of the same level and three elders of the Mahayana demon clan.

Their arrival caused violent turmoil in the Fengji Gate, and many human cultivators were panicked.

Originally, the cultivators who came from the demon race had the highest level of cultivation in the out-of-body stage, and the demon race had a cold and passive attitude. Not only did they have little communication with the human race, but even the same race did not see much intimacy.

But now, many senior cultivators have come together, what is the reason?

Many people's thoughts turned, guessing that something big and big might be about to happen.

As soon as the three Mahayana elders arrived, they set up a barrier to enclose Fengzhen and the three giant snakes.

The elder who led the elder, a pair of zhanzhan eagle eyes lingered on Feng Zhen's body.

Under his coercion, Feng Zhen stood peacefully, and his expression didn't fluctuate at all, causing a trace of hesitation in his heart.

Could it be that this demon junior has some special support?

His eyes fell on the three strange-looking giant snakes beside him, so he opened his magic consciousness and covered the giant snakes like a vast sea of ​​smoke.

But at the moment when it fell on the giant snake, the magic consciousness seemed to be corroded by something suddenly, but it lost three points in the blink of an eye.

The elder let out a cry of pain, and covered the area between his eyebrows with his fingers, a sense of weakness that he had never felt before hit his soul, and he could only wait for the pain of the damage to the magic consciousness to fade away.

This action directly shocked the other two Mahayana elders.

They have experienced countless hardships at their stage of cultivation, and the hardships are hard to describe, so they cherish their lives more than any practitioners of cultivation.

As a result, the magic consciousness of a Mahayana cultivator was injured by a mere spirit beast raised by a demon in the out-of-body stage, and the faces of the other two elders changed drastically.

"Well, I forgot to say," Feng Zhen smiled lightly, lovingly stroking the scales of his eyes, "they have grown into spirit-eating magic pythons, but any method related to spiritual energy to spy on them will inevitably suffer a lot." suffering."

Now their minds and eyes are quite open, and they communicated with Fengzhen all the way back, explaining their current situation clearly.

One of the reasons why Fengzhen has so much confidence in them is that they have deeply memorized the evolutionary route during the refinement of Gu in several worlds of Fengzhen.

Like Xinyanbao, in the period when the spiritual wisdom has not yet been fully opened, it is forced to devour the same kind by the town, absorbing the toxicity of the same kind and turning it into its own.

A few years ago, they drilled out of their eggs and devoured the corpses of the strange insects. The process of digestion was also the process of absorbing useful genes from the strange insects.

They all have the ability of strange insects to devour aura, and as their size grows, the amount of aura they can devour will also increase.

In addition, there is a tree frog and lizard eggs in Fengzhen's storage bag, and it is almost time to come out.

……

Devouring Demon Python?

The others looked at each other in blank dismay, and had never heard of this kind of spirit beast.

"Ah, the name Devouring Demon Python was given by myself."

Mo Shan laughed.

Jing Motian raised his eyelids, and fell silent again.

The three elders were silent for a moment before returning to their gentle appearance.

It's just that there is a deep fear hidden in the sight of the giant snake many times.

The characteristic of the monster insects is that the more spiritual energy they devour, the greater the number and the stronger their strength. It will take some time for them to eat away at the entire cultivation world. However, if the three-headed spirit beast named as the spirit-eating magic python wants to destroy the cultivation world How much time will it take?

No matter what the three elders planned in their hearts, they were more than amiable and kind to Fengzhen at present.

When they were invited by the elders of Fengjimen, Jing Motian sighed at Fengzhen and the two of them.

His expression was a bit complicated, "You two have to be fully prepared for the next thing. The human race is not very easy to get along with, I am afraid that a war is inevitable..."

Feng Zhen and Mo Shan looked at each other and nodded.

Seeing that the two of them still had respect for him, Jing Motian felt a little better.

Three days later, Fengzhen, accompanied by several human and demon elders, and many middle and high-level cultivators, entered the place where the strange insects of Zhongzhou were ravaged.

He released three giant snakes in his eyes.

Under Fengzhen's order, they opened their mouths to the place where the strange insects were densest, and swallowed them like a whale. Endless spiritual energy, spirit stones, elixir and strange insects entered their stomachs together.

But after a while, their bodies grew a bit bigger.

Seeing the power of the three-headed magic python with their own eyes, the hearts of all the elders trembled.

At this moment, an icy blue sword light mixed with the sound of sword whistling came from far and near.

An elder of the human race showed joy in his eyes, "The Emperor Qingping is here."

When they set off, they wanted to invite Qingping Tianjun to come with them, but he refused.

Originally thought that the other party was also indifferent to such major events concerning the life and death of the cultivation world, but he did not expect that it was not the case.

Qingping Tianjun was dressed in a white robe, and his whole body was as straight as a sword in the turmoil of the wind and clouds.

He fell to the ground, sweeping his mind unscrupulously, this rude behavior made the other Mahayana monks very displeased.

It's just that he quickly withdrew his consciousness, so the other monks didn't get angry.

Qing Ping's eyes were fixed on Feng Zhen's body.

An ice-blue long sword hangs by his side, pointing at Feng Zhen, trembling constantly.

"It was you who ruined my bamboo courtyard?" He said in a cold voice without ups and downs.

As his words fell, several streams of light fell, one of which was the little Jindan monk who had been suppressed for a day to clean up.

"Master!" Jing Heng was a little anxious, and stretched out his hand to grab Qingping's sleeve, but he threw it away with his spiritual power, and staggered back two steps.

"Fellow Daoist Qingping, this is a major event for the survival of the cultivation world. If you have any grievances, please settle the matter here and deal with it yourself."

An elder couldn't understand what Qingping did, and reminded him aloud.

Only then did Qing Ping look at the huge spirit beast beside him. He seemed to discern the shackles carefully for a moment, and then he looked at Feng Zhen again with a flash of complexity, and soon returned to his original indifference.

Qingping took a step back, Jing Heng let out a long breath, held Qingping's arms, and stood there quietly.

After discussing with the elders, under the gaze of the elders of the demon clan, they bit the bullet and asked Feng Zhen how to tame spirit beasts.

They want to copy the practice of sealing the town and cultivate spirit beasts belonging to the human race to restrain the monsters.

Feng Zhen sneered, but said nothing.

Without him saying a word, those demon elders took the lead in rejecting the human race's proposal for him.

While the elders were arguing with each other, the three never stopped, eating happily.

It wasn't until the elders of the human race stopped and noticed that all the spiritual creatures within a radius of a hundred miles had been eaten up, they hurriedly stopped them.

At this time, an elder of the human race hesitated a little, and finally sent a voice transmission to several others.

After a while, the elders of the human race glanced at Qingping who was standing aside, and then asked Fengzhen, "I don't know what your name is? But is your name Fengmingzhen? When you were young, you grew up in the world?"

Mo Shan was startled when he heard this, and looked at Feng Zhen, who didn't change his face, and said, "Exactly."

The rest of the people were surprised. It turned out that the most important person the demons found was actually a human race? !

"But both of his parents died, and he was admitted to Qingping's sect, became his adoptive son, and lived in Fengji sect for six years?" the elder continued to ask.

Feng Zhen sneered, and replied, "Exactly."

For a moment, Fengzhen became the center of everyone's attention.

Some of these people were surprised, some were surprised, some were unbelievable... and some were aggrieved.

"You are Qingping's righteous son, but you have done many evil things. It is unfilial. You are a human race, but you are willing to work for the demons. It is unrighteous. If you are so unfilial and unrighteous, how can you have such an opportunity? Why don't you be obedient and befriend me?" Come out, let me save some face for you!"

Someone shouted and cursed, trying to take the opportunity to snatch the three spirit beasts from Fengzhen.

The elders of the Mozu did not expect that Fengzhen was actually a human race.

On the contrary, Mo Shan laughed loudly, "You actually said that my brother is a human race? You really are shameless, insisting on pointing at demons and talking about people, isn't the purpose just to take over my demon spirit beast with confidence?!"

"My younger brother is a genuine member of the Demon Dragon Clan. Even though he was once wandering in the mortal world when he was young, and he was recognized as a son by Qingping Tianjun for some reason, it is also you and other human races who have eyes but no eyes. What have you got to do with my younger brother?"

Jing Motian met the elder's inquisitive eyes and nodded, "I have used my magic sense to probe his real body, and it is indeed the same as the Mojiao family."

Only then did the elders of the Demon Race feel relieved.

A group of people quit, and asked Fengzhen to show his real body to verify his authenticity.

Feng Zhen snorted coldly, and stood on his heart-eye bag head, pointing his black long sword at the sky, the sky quickly gathered dark clouds, and countless silver dragons rolled in the black clouds, thundering.

"What are you guys? I also want to see my real body."

The human race turned pale when they heard this, but dared not say a word because of its power, and turned to the elders for help.

The Mozu felt quite long-faced, and secretly guarded around Fengzhen with a supportive attitude.

The elders of the human race looked at Qingping, but Qingping didn't say a word.

On the other hand, Jing Heng beside him seemed to have sensed something, looking at Fengzhen, who was aloof and fearless and powerful, with a lot of thoughts.

"You are my master's adopted son?"

Jing Heng stood up with his sword, and pointed the long sword in his hand at Fengzhen, "How can you dare to let my master worry about this...how dare you fight me?!"

Feng Zhen glanced at Qingping with disdain, and the black clouds in the sky lowered a little again.

"Father?" He snorted coldly, and slapped Jing Heng back to the ground, Qingping's body.

Qingping embraced Jing Heng, gently put it aside, and raised his head.

"Qingping, in front of so many cultivators, do you dare to say who killed me and sealed my family?"

"it's me."

"And who sealed my childhood memories, I asked my parents' whereabouts many times, and avoided talking about them, which made me live in a daze for ten years?"

"it's me."

Qingping's voice was always flat, and he couldn't hear the emotions in his heart at all.

The crowd was in an uproar.

What was Qingping thinking about killing people all over his family and adopting his only young son as his adoptive son?

People in the world place great importance on generational family, and among cultivators, ethics are highly respected. Not to mention being killed by people, even if the two are feuds, there is absolutely no possibility of any relationship.

Thinking about this town again, it is also sad to admit an enemy as a father for ten years...

"You're being honest now, saving me the effort of asking questions." Feng Zhen scoffed, and turned to look at Jing Heng.

"Now, do you still want to complain about your master?"

Jing Heng didn't know what expression to make, he didn't expect the truth to be like this...

However, over the years, it is not a lie that the master has often stopped outside the small courtyard where his "adopted son" once lived; it is not a lie that he moved the earthly bamboo courtyard to the sect, and lived there for a while from time to time...

He also remembered that when he was young, when he first came to the master, he heard about the deeds of the "adopted son" before him, and dismissed him. He was also curious about the small courtyard where the master often stopped, and sneaked into the small courtyard. In the courtyard.

As a result, as soon as he entered the courtyard, he was caught by the densely packed sharp sword intent on the courtyard wall, and almost couldn't get out of it.

It was also that time, the only time Master treated him without false words and punished him with a five-year ban.

After that, he never set foot in the courtyard again.

He thought that Master cared about his adoptive son, so he always missed him...

But... what exactly is Master thinking?Among them, can there be some misunderstandings?

"I have always been unclear about one thing. My Feng family is just a family of squires in the world. I don't know how to practice, at most I know some boxing skills, and I have never had any contact with the world of cultivation. Why did you Qingping slaughter my whole family?"

Accompanied by the sound of sealing the town, the black cloud became deeper and lower, pressing down on the cultivators little by little.

Practitioners in the Mahayana period can also feel the power and influence in it, and they are shocked.

If you read it correctly, this town is only in the out-of-body period, so why does it have such power?

In today's comprehension world, the passage to the upper realm has collapsed thousands of years ago, and it is impossible to ascend, and the cultivation base of the Mahayana period has been weakened to sixty-seven out of ten thousand years ago, but even so, it is absolutely impossible to be out of the body. reachable heights.

Thinking about Qingping's treatment of him and his identity as a demon, many cultivators secretly speculated about the mystery of Fengzhen's life experience.

Qingping was silent for a while, and then said lightly, "If you want to kill, kill it."

The human cultivators were shocked, this... came from the mouth of a heavenly king?

"In that case, take your life!"

The black long sword was infused with full spiritual power, and it roared away.

Fengzhen and Qingping Tianjun fought together.

The three giant snakes followed him around, supporting each other and advancing and retreating together.

Jing Heng's eyes showed anxiety, and he wanted to stand up with his sword to help, but was stopped by another elder of Fengji sect.

"Your master has been in the Mahayana stage for many years, how could he lose to the juniors in the out-of-body stage? Don't worry."

Jing Heng became even more anxious, and blurted out in a hurry: "But my master was haunted by demons, and his realm fell several times to the point of being out of his body..."

The elders of Fengjimen were astonished.

No wonder Qing Ping didn't show up so easily... He didn't see anyone in seclusion all the year round, and thought it was because of his cold temperament, but he didn't expect that there was another reason.

The elder comforted Jing Heng, and raised his magic weapon to stop the two people who were fighting together.

Seeing his movements, the elders on the demon side naturally wouldn't turn a blind eye and joined the battle.

One to two to go, a big war broke out.

The human race and the demon race have been in conflict for a long time, and they tried their best to unite for the safety of the cultivation world, but they never stopped being on guard against each other, and their reactions to each other's actions would be extremely sensitive.

The battle spread more and more widely, and countless human and demon cultivators joined the battlefield.

At this time, Feng Zhen already felt that Qingping's spiritual power was going up and down, very unstable.

The other party's eyes were shrouded in red light from time to time, which was very strange.

Feng Zhen pinpointed the loophole, and struck Qingping's heart with a palm. When Qingping's spiritual power was in chaos, a bloody arrow spewed out of his mouth, and his whole body fell to the ground like a kite out of control.

"Master—!"

Jing Heng caught Qingping's body, saw the blood staining the front of his chest red, he was in an unprecedented embarrassment, couldn't help tearing his eyes, and hated Fengzhen.

Feng Zhen's spiritual sense spread, and he drove Bai Yi and Qing Er to help the demons, while he himself sent Xin Yanbao to the ground.

"Master killed your family, but he also spared your life, raised you up, and taught you swordsmanship. How can you be so cruel and insist on killing Master..."

Jing Heng took the elixir for Qingping, feeling very distressed.

No matter how the master treats his adoptive son, he is really good to himself. At this time, he must stand by the master's side.

Feng Zhen sneered at his words, "None of your business, get out of here."

After finishing speaking, he separated Jing Heng and restrained him with magic weapons, making him unable to move or speak.

Qingping took the elixir and sat cross-legged, there were several swellings under the meridians, as if some kind of insects were swimming inside, it looked very scary.

This is a sign of the outbreak of demons, and he is close to death.

It couldn't be easier for Feng Zhen to finish him now.

However, there are still doubts in his mind that have not been solved. Several sword lights swung out from his hands, and slashed straight at Qingping's body, cutting off several meridians. sprang out.

But in just a short moment, Qingping's cultivation has dropped to the low level of the out-of-body stage.

The black long sword buzzed, and stabbed at Qingping's dantian under Jing Heng's terrified eyes.

The elder of Fengjimen was furious, and rushed to rescue Qingping even though he was injured, but it was too late.

The black long sword pierced the aura of Qingping's bodyguard and pierced into his abdomen.

With the gushing of blood, his body was like a funnel full of holes, his spiritual power leaked out, and his realm continued to fall, the out-of-body stage, the late stage of Nascent Soul, the middle stage of Nascent Soul, the early stage of Nascent Soul...

The elder of Fengjimen slashed at Fengzhen with a palm, and Xinyanbao blocked the attack on Fengzhen with his body.

When this blow hit Xinyanbao, it was like a drop of water falling into a river, without any reaction.

Not only that, judging from its size, it seems to have grown a bit, and its scales are more emerald green.

This point was reflected in the spiritual and demonic consciousness of other Mahayana practitioners, and their hearts were shocked and fearful.

The realm of Qingping keeps falling, and it has reached the early stage of Jindan, and if it falls again, it will be the foundation.

A large loss of physical and spiritual energy freed him from the entanglement of demons.

His eyes opened, Feng Zhen with black hair and black robe came into his field of vision, subconsciously bent the corners of his lips subconsciously.

Facing Shangfengzhen's indifferent eyes, Qingping quickly recovered and lowered his eyes.

"The weak eat the strong, I have nothing to say."

Feng Zhen stopped his thoughts of persecution, Wuji sword was like thunder, the elders of Fengji sect couldn't stop him, but took Qingping's head in a short time.

Qingping's head and its storage bag were taken by him.

"No—!" Jing Heng yelled, spat out a mouthful of blood, broke through the restraints, and ran towards Qingping's body.

He gently put the master's body down, held a long sword, and came to fight Fengzhen.

Although Jing Heng lacks spiritual power, he has a lot of magic weapons, which shows that he has great opportunities and will become a great power in time. It is a pity that he has not grown up enough and is still immature, and he is completely no match for Fengzhen.

Feng Zhen was too lazy to bother with him, and after suppressing him, he threw it to the elders of Fengjimen, and at the same time took a few magic weapons from him.

The attacks of the elders of the Fengji sect were all absorbed by Xinyanbao, not only did not hurt Fengzhen, but also fulfilled Xinyanbao, hated but helpless.

With the protection of Bai Yi and Qing Er, Mo Shan and other demons rose up to kill, and they reluctantly withdrew their troops after several calls from Fengzhen.

A Mahayana monk died in the human race, and a hundred Nascent Soul and out-of-body cultivators were severely injured.

Their demon race and human race have already torn their faces apart, not to mention the existence of the spirit-eating magic python that can be called against the sky. The day when the demon race replaces the human race to occupy the rich resources of the cultivation world is just around the corner.

Countless demons gathered together and temporarily stationed in a stronghold, just waiting for more demon cultivators to come to join.

A protracted war between man and devil has kicked off completely.