The Demon Lord's Beginning Be Manual

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Like an old man walking around, Xie Yang leisurely walked out of this huge primeval forest with his hands behind his back. When he lazily raised his eyes and saw where he was, the corners of his mouth couldn't help shaking—beside the pine forest, the snow was covering the ground, It is white and boundless, and a towering mountain can be seen in the haze hidden in the thick clouds and fairy mist in the distance.

The sun is the color of glass, and the white walls and golden roofs are shining coldly under it. This is Songming City, the number one holy place for cultivating immortals in the world.

"It's really a narrow road for enemies..."

If you ask him where is the place he never wants to return to after the resurrection of the big devil Xie, the answer must be Songming City. In this life... oh no, he didn't want to die here in his previous life, and I don't know who did it. Without eyesight, is there no place to raise spirits in other places?

He looked up to the sky and screamed, and only after he finished shouting did he realize that there were many passers-by around him pointing at him:

"Strange, don't be a savage who ran out of the deep mountains..."

"Our Songming City is really vast and rich in resources, and even has savages."

"I feel like a beggar..."

"Nonsense! Our Songming City is the number one city for cultivating immortals. Where did the beggars come from?"

"Don't you believe it? Bet or not!"

"Just bet!"

Seeing that everyone surrounded him and regarded him as a bet, Xie Yang smiled and ran away from the scene.

Although he was not afraid of death, he didn't want to die in such a shameless way as to kill Wei Jie...

"Isn't it just that the clothes are a bit worn out? It's also the fault of the one who resurrected me. I found everything, but I didn't find a decent dress for me... Could it be that she is a woman and shy?"

Just as he was thinking, Xie Yang noticed that his trousers moved a little. He lowered his head and glanced at a child with a flushed face.

"Hey, brother beggar, eat it!" The child quickly stuffed the fruit in his hand, turned around and ran into the crowd.

Xie Yang was stunned holding the suddenly extra persimmons. He hadn't felt such kindness in many years. Before, these people either shouted at him or called him something...

When he realized it again, the child was looking back at him while holding the hand of the woman beside him.Seeing that he also looked over, he smiled shyly.

He smiled back politely, bowed his head but stuffed the persimmon into his clothes casually, "I am no longer a beggar..."

He still resisted this kindness.

When he realized that everyone was heading to one place, Xie Yang casually grabbed a passing man and asked familiarly, "Brother, where are we going?"

The man caught by him was stunned, "So you don't know, so why are you here to join in the fun?"

Xie Yang said with a smile: "People like to join in the fun, I just follow the crowd."

The man's companion said: "Let's go to the White Jade Hall. Today is the Spiritual Canon Conference, where monks from all walks of life gather to compete for their spiritual power. Lucky mortals can join the Four Great Immortal Schools after testing their spiritual roots. It's very interesting!"

The Four Immortal Schools are divided into four sects: Sword Cultivator, Illusion Cultivator, Medicine Cultivator and Music Cultivator.

As the name suggests, it is a place for cultivating immortals with different methods to achieve the same goal.

Among them, Xie Yang, the Spiritual Canon Conference held every nine years in Songming City, is even more familiar. It is nothing more than showing off how smart and talented the disciples each sect educates... Fortunately, the gold content is high enough. The aftermath of the meeting lingered for a long time, and it became the gossip of many restaurants and restaurants. Therefore, it is very meaningful for ordinary people whose life is a bit boring to watch such a competition of cultivation and then go back and boast about it. of.

It's also embarrassing, back then he stood out and joined Changliu, and then he made a mistake and became eternally hated.

Thinking about it, Xie Yang sighed heavily, then suddenly raised his head under the puzzled eyes of the man and his friend, "What time is it now?!"

"There's no rush at Maoshi. The meeting will start at the time of the day."

"No, no, I'm asking what year and month!"

Seeing his nonsense, the man seemed to be out of his mind, so he quietly moved away, but he still said, "Senior Realm 2592 Autumn Bailu, what's wrong?"

year 2592? ? ?

He has been dead for ten years?Doesn't today just happen to be the tenth anniversary of his death!

This guy, the good times are all gone together, the ten years of life are really just passing by...

After calming down, Xie Yang turned around resolutely and went against the crowd.

"Why are you going?!" The man and his companion shouted from behind, "Wrong way! The White Jade Palace is over there!"

"Go to the festival for yourself!" He didn't want to go to the White Jade Palace.

It's fine on weekdays, and it's okay to go for a stroll, but today is the Spiritual Code Conference, in addition to the four major sects of cultivation, "that person" will definitely be present... Xie Yang doesn't want to see him, and he doesn't want to be involved in the conflict between the demon world and the cultivation world again In the midst of kindness and resentment, as for the spirit caller... What do you love!

Since I didn't make a wish to him, maybe even if I want him to escape and live....

It hasn't been long since Xie Yang was resurrected, and many of his body's functions have not been mobilized, so that he didn't react when a fat raccoon jumped onto his shoulder to pick up the persimmon in his arms.

"Hey!" He was startled, reached out and grabbed the back of the fat cat's neck, and lifted it up to his eyes. Just as he was about to educate him, he suddenly realized that the cat's eyes were very familiar. Unexpectedly, this "rogue" act disturbed others, the persimmon in the raccoon cat's mouth "slapped" to the ground and fell to pieces, it was so angry that it showed its claws and threw it towards Xie Yang.

Xie Yang became more energetic at the moment, he tilted his head to hide, and took advantage of the opportunity to throw the bully lihua.

Before the fat cat landed, it was firmly received into the arms of a boy on a horse.

"Hey! Why did you lose my cat?" he asked angrily.

He is said to be a boy, but in fact he looks only eight or nine years old. There is a conspicuous red cinnabar between his eyebrows, and his skin is as soft and tender as white tofu just out of the pot. At first glance, he looks like a fairy boy under the seat of Guanyin.

However, he is dressed in an indigo silver silk robe, with a ring of red thread darts clinking around his waist as decoration, and a long sword with a golden handle on his back, but he is completely different from other children who are still looking for their mothers.

He is a monk, and a monk of Songming City.

And that lofty attitude reminded Xie Yang of another person.There was a bit of resentment in his tone immediately, "Your cat robbed me and wanted to hit me, even if you touch it, you can't get it back?"

Thinking of the child who gave him persimmons just now and looking at the arrogant kid in front of him, he can only sigh the gap between people.

"Nonsense," said the young man sitting on the horse and looking down at him, "If you don't provoke my cat, how can it steal your things? Huahua never gets close to others!"

"Pfft...Huahua, what the hell is the name of the cat, I think this cat's name is "Fatty"."

Xie Yang curled his lips, not hiding his disgust.

Maybe it was because his dislike was too obvious, the young man exploded in the pot in an instant, cursed several times "smelly beggar", and jumped off the horse to "fight to the death" with him.

"That Xiaoxiu from Changliu Mountain is fighting with someone again!"

With someone's loud roar, the crowd that was still a little bit crowded just now gave up an open space, and the people who were walking in front of the line turned back specially, thinking that they would have two plates of appetizers before the start of the scriptures.

The palm wind swept across with spiritual power, how could the bone pine master Xie Yang who was sent to the door for nothing, in order to prevent any mistakes, he deliberately did not use spiritual power, and only used fists and kicks to catch the child with a few palms, which attracted bursts of applause .

The young man was a bit surprised, he didn't really draw his sword, just because he wanted to teach this man a lesson as usual, and make him afraid of himself, but who knew that this man's continuous tricks would arouse his desire to win .

"How good am I, that's it?"

"That's enough to kill you!"

Xie Yang got the advantage and acted like a good boy. During the battle, he didn't forget to sarcastically say a few words: "Tsk tsk tsk, the little demon boy is amazing."

The young man didn't know what he meant, but he knew what he was talking about just by hearing the word "demon".

For a long time, there has been a saying in both the cultivation world and the human world - to be different from human beings, to be either a demon or a demon.Such a child would be thrown away as unlucky when he was born, and there are very few young people with red moles on their eyebrows who can grow up well.

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As if he had finally hit his sore spot, the young man drew his sword out of its sheath with his backhand, his face contorted a bit with anger.

"You're courting death!" He gnashed his teeth angrily, raised his sword and slashed.

"...Is it too much?"

All the people present except Xie Yang were breathless, staring at the shadow of the sword, worried and looking forward...