Demon, he has something to say

Jimochi has many weapons, but he doesn't have his own weapon. The most commonly used one is this bone knife polished from Jiaolong bone.

Originally, Jimo Chi wanted to find a quiet place to refine the Sleeping Sky Stone after this incident.Chance is the most important thing in refining natal weapons. Jimo Chi is a person who wants to be the best no matter what he does. In the original plot, he can use the opportunity he snatched from others to refine into a peerless demon weapon, Guisha. The talent for refining soldiers made him have to secretly look forward to what he would produce in the end if he used the opportunity that really belonged to him.

But now it seems that he has no chance to try.

When he was asked one sentence, none of the nine masters present answered him, but they all showed their weapons, and it was self-evident that they wanted to fight.

That's all, since we must fight, let's fight!

Ignoring the screams from the system telling him to stop quickly, Jimochi activated the burning will-o'-the-wisp in his body, and with the power of the Nascent Soul stage, forcibly poured the will-o'-the-wisp into the bone knife. The tall and thin man swung his knife and chopped it down, burning a large piece of piercing cold flames in the air.

Let's take this head Xu to the knife!Who made him the one with the most ordinary appearance and the worst speech in this room?Even if he can't be killed, he must be hurt the most today!

Thinking this way, Jimochi slashed forward with the bone knife in his hand, and at the same time, took the opportunity to release the giant python wrapped around his wrist, Qingqing, and ordered Qingqing to immediately expand her body to the maximum.

After experiencing the baptism of heaven fire by accident, Qingqing changed from a monster to a spirit beast directly, and gained a lot of benefits. Not only did her combat power increase rapidly, but she was directly burned through her spirit orifices by the sky fire, and the whole snake no longer stayed Silly, cross-eyed has been cured, changed from the previous image of a thick and short big stupid snake, with a pair of small horns growing on the top of the head, and looks much more majestic.

Due to the bondage of the soul-splitting formation, Qingqing exerted all her strength to grow bigger, but she only became as tall as four or five people. Then she lowered her body and let Jimo Chi step on her big head, attacking with the help of her master The might of the head of Xu swept forward quickly.

The bone knife hit Xu Rong's shoulder without any accident, and the flesh touched the blade, making a hissing sound like roasting meat, and quickly corroded. At the end, he was hit aside by the golden Zen staff of the abbot of Wuliang Temple.

"Amitabha." The abbot of Wuliang Temple threw the cassock with jewels on his body into the air, and chanted the Buddha's name with his bare arms, and the cassock suddenly turned into an airtight net. In the blink of an eye, countless precious beads on the cassock poured When sprinkled down, each orb seems to weigh a thousand catties, and every time it hits the ground, it will smash the extremely hard stone bricks out of the pit.

Because of the huge disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves, Jimochi was a little exhausted, but he didn't dare to neglect, seeing the cassock wrapped in Buddha's light falling from the top of his head, he quickly mobilized his true energy to make a defensive shield to block the cassock on his head The Buddha's light, and the orbs that fell endlessly like a torrential rain.

Jimo's late cultivating evil ghost way is most afraid of the Buddha's light. In the past, he was able to resist with brute force thanks to his advanced cultivation. Now his dantian purple mansion is empty of true energy, and the defensive shield around his body is quickly eroded by the Buddha's light. After a while, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"...I'm talking about abbot, you think highly of me, don't you?" The feeling of being saved by Buddha's light was not pleasant, Jimo Chi staggered on the soles of his feet, stood upright in time, held the bone knife on his shoulder with one hand, Some asked dumbfoundedly: "My current cultivation base is no more than the Nascent Soul stage at most, so it should be easy to deal with, but you not only made a fuss about setting up this soul-splitting formation, but also directly sacrificed the Buddhist artifacts, are you a little too cautious?" Are you doing this because you are too afraid of me, or because you despise yourself too much?"

The expected fierce battle did not happen, Zhengdao almost suppressed Jimochi one-sidedly, such a victory inevitably made people feel proud.Hearing Jimochi's ridicule, an unknown little sect leader in the Righteous Way couldn't hold back after all, raised his voice and retorted: "What nonsense are you talking about..."

"Come on, concentrate on sending your true essence to Abbot Yuan, and don't talk to the devil!" Before the little master could finish speaking, Ye Wuwen interrupted him in a cold voice, with a sharp look in his eyes, There was a pause in the movement of his hands, and he froze for a moment before continuing: "Jimo Chi's move is vicious, if we can't kill him here today, it will be difficult to arrest him in the future! Xu Rong! You are still hesitating What? Hurry up and take out your harp!"

Although in order to restrain Jimochi's evil ghost way, the main output of the entire battle fell on Abbot Yuan, and most of the others were assisting Abbot Yuan by the side, inputting their own spiritual power into Abbot Yuan's body continuously, and then guarding their own eyes , but obviously, the person who acted as the commander was Ye Wuwen.

After being reminded by Ye Wuwen, the little head who didn't know his name really stopped talking.Xu Ronggang was taken aback by Jimochi's sudden attack, his shoulders hurt unbearably, his expression was still in a trance, he was dragged back to his senses by Ye Wuwensheng, he nodded with fear on his face and said: "Yes, yes, this Take it out, take it out!"

Ye Wuwen simply hated iron and steel, "Xu Rong, what are you afraid of? He is only a demon cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage, but you are a cultivator at the Transformation Stage! He wants to beat you, but you are so obedient Stand where you are, waiting for him to slash you with the knife?!"

Xu Rong pursed his lips tightly, bowed his head in embarrassment, not daring to answer Ye Wuwen's lesson, and obediently sacrificed a light golden harp full of aura, gently squeezed and slowly twirled and picked again, and a light and pleasant tune came from Flying out from his fingers.

The Boundless Buddha's Light, which is specially used to save evil spirits, and Xu Rong's Requiem, even if used against Jimo Chi in his heyday, it is enough to scrape off a layer of skin, not to mention that it will be a bit difficult to hold a bone knife It's too late.

Ye Wuwen was so ruthless, it was because he had made up his mind and refused to give Jimo Chi a chance.

"Very good, very good." The surrounding aura quickly shattered Jimochi's defensive cover and blew up his robe.Jimochi wiped off the blood stains on the corners of his lips, looking through the real golden Buddha light in front of his eyes, looking at Xu Rong who was playing the requiem.

For some reason, Jimochi always felt that this person named Xu Rong was very familiar, not that he looked familiar, but that every move of this person carried a strange sense of disobedience, which made him always feel that the two of them had once been together. seen.

Although Jimochi was already sure, he had never met someone like Xu Rong.

Under the Buddha's light, the evil spirit could not be mobilized, and there was a soothing and soft requiem lingering in his ears, making his mind dizzy. What was even more frightening was that the Soul Splitting Formation under his feet was still continuously absorbing his little power .In a daze, Jimochi shook his head vigorously, his vision gradually became blurred.

A mere Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator can enjoy the soul-splitting formation jointly set up by nearly ten leaders of the righteous way. I am afraid that only he, the lord of the Myriad Ghosts Sect, can enjoy this kind of treatment.Jimo Chi thought to himself mockingly.

Are you really going to die here?

Alas, Jimochi, what are you thinking about?What's the difference between nine burly men beating up a three-year-old child when nine cultivators above the stage of transforming gods join forces to beat a Nascent Soul stage?How could he not die here?Ruthless words are for others to hear. When you just picked up the knife to fight, you should understand that what awaits you next will only be a dead end...

It's just a bit suffocated to die.

Qingqing was captured by the requiem song, and fell into a deep sleep, and the evil spirit in Jimochi's body was almost wiped away by the Buddha's light and the soul splitting array.Ye Wuwen had prepared for this battle for a long time, his style of play was very clever, it was clearly a match that must be won, but he still refused to let anyone get close to Jimochi, as if he was afraid that he would suddenly come up with some weird magic weapon.

In fact, Ye Wuwen really worried too much, because generally speaking, the better the magic weapon, the thicker the real energy is needed to drive it. Now Jimochi is already in the desert that has been drought for 80 years, and no real energy can be squeezed out. up.

As time went by, the pain of the loss of true energy was slowly replaced by a sense of incomparable peace and comfort.The few ghosts driven by him had already been saved, Jimochi put away the bone knife, and knelt on Qingqing's head with one knee, only to feel that Abbot Yuan's Buddhist chant was like a heavy bell hammer, hitting his heart one after another, but it didn't It hurts.

Not only is it painless, it's even a little relaxing.

His fierce fighting spirit was disintegrated.

sleep.A voice in his mind said to him: Go to sleep, just sleep in a dream like this, and never wake up again.

But before he really closed his eyes, another voice jumped out and shouted at him: No!can not sleep!How can you be willing to sleep on it!

These two completely opposite thoughts are pulling each other in Jimochi's mind, the fighting spirit and sleepiness are entangled with each other, sometimes one side prevails, sometimes the other side prevails.

In fact, I don't really want to sleep, but the Buddha's name recited by Abbot Yuan sounds too noisy...

"You useless thing, I don't want to be saved with you."

At the moment of life and death, the worst ghost finally woke up in his body and lazily reminded him: "Jimochi, you were called by that old bald donkey's Buddha name!" Are you stupid? Why are you sleeping? Stand up and continue beating. Don’t you forget that you have already lived and died with your little apprentice, and as long as your little apprentice is still alive, you can’t die.”

Jimochi: "...!" Indeed!

Seeing hope suddenly, Jimo Chi didn't care to be amazed by the awakening of the evil spirit in his body, and why the other party knew the secret connection between him and Xing Yishan, and quickly whispered: "But my strength has..."

"If you say you're stupid, you're really stupid." The evil ghost's tone was flat and calm, and he said calmly: "With me here, are you afraid that there will be no evil spirit for you to drive? Be good and lend your body to me for the time being." I use it, although I am too weak to defeat them now, but we can delay, and my Yin Sha power is definitely enough. The Soul Breaking Formation consumes a lot, and they dare not approach you rashly, So as long as we can persist until their strength is exhausted, you can escape..."

...

"Not good." Seeing that the victory was about to be won, Ye Wuwen who had been watching Jimochi's reaction in front of him suddenly frowned and said, "Abbot Yuan, quickly press down your eight-treasure cassock, he has signs of being enchanted. If we drag it on, I'm afraid there will be long nights and dreams!"

Ye Wuwen's words were like the firecrackers lit on New Year's Eve, instantly blowing up the slack in the hearts of the other heads without a trace.

All the people in the world of cultivation know that becoming a demon is not like falling into a demon. Falling into a demon is a cultivator who normally absorbs the aura of heaven and earth. It is to use the flesh/mortal body to carry the power that should not belong to this person, so that this person, from body to mind, becomes a string that is so tight that it will break at any time. If you are not careful, you will be reduced to A monster that never tires but kills.

The most terrible thing is that this monster recovers quickly from its injuries.If Jimo really fell into the devil late, I'm afraid the enemy will not be completely killed after the nine of them have exhausted their strength.

Abbot Yuan was in a hurry, and the Buddha's horn rang again and again, but the eight-treasure cassock could not be suppressed.

Always close, just close.

Ye Wuwen was also so anxious that his hands and feet were cold, and he couldn't help but reflect in his heart: What a pity, what did he do wrong?He clearly followed the advice of the cannon fodder self-rescue system, no matter how weak Jimochi was or how far his cultivation had receded, he never got close to Jimochi, but insisted on fighting a war of attrition...

Alas, no matter what, success or failure depends on one stroke, and at this time, I can't take care of so much!Maybe that bullshit system is just teasing him, but if you think about it with your brain, you can know, what kind of body is there for a majestic cultivator who is close to death!

Seeing that Jimo Chi was about to stand up again, Ye Wuwen could no longer calm down and transmit spiritual power to Abbot Yuan, but gritted his teeth, was the first to stop the assistance to Abbot Yuan, drew his sword and stabbed Jimochi , completely missing the original gentleness and politeness, he growled viciously: "Pickle the monster, die!"

The tip of the sword stopped three inches in front of the tip of the nose, and no matter how hard Ye Wuwen tried, he couldn't push it any further.

The Mori White Bone Knife was picked up again, as if it had been burned, it was slowly dyed black from the handle down, Jimochi opened his eyes, grasped Ye Wuwen's sword with his hands as if he didn't know the pain, tilted his head slightly, and grinned A cruel smile.

Those were a pair of eyes whose pupils and whites could not be distinguished, and there was only a gloomy black inside, without even a little light.

"Master Ye?" Ye Wuwen's teeth chattered, and Jimo Chi smiled and leaned into his ear, and said softly, "It's a pity, if you didn't rush over suddenly, but chose to stand where you were, then give Yuan The abbot passed on some spiritual power, as long as there is one more breathing effort, this seat may die."

"But you rushed over now, and gave me a little time to hesitate, so that I can breathe, risk my life to survive, and regain my strength." The voice sounded strange, as if two people overlapped, and a low voice , a hoarse voice, "I just wanted to procrastinate for a while, but unexpectedly you are so impatient, Master Ye, look back, the formation guard you guarded has been broken."