Chapter 527

"Tell me, who exactly is the demon?"

Xiao Mochen asked everyone.

For a time, everyone fell into silence.

What is a demon?

How is this defined?

"That's not right!"

"Their cultivation is receding!"

Just at this moment, Lei Wujie exclaimed.

He found something wrong.

Both Wuxin and Dajue's cultivation were dropping rapidly.

"This is the price!"

Xiao Mochen let out a long sigh.

Everything ultimately turned out like the original plot.

Wuxin's damn compassion; if he had just intervened, wouldn't everything have ended?

While speaking, the light on both of them dissipated.

At this moment, Dajue's cultivation had dissipated, and he collapsed on the ground, decadent.

And Wuxin also staggered; fortunately, Lei Wujie was quick and directly supported Wuxin.

"Master Dajue, my father killed countless people back then."

"The father's debt is paid by the son; I have nothing to say!"

"You call me a demon, and I don't resent you!"

"To keep me from being bullied, the old monk taught me martial arts!"

"Now, I return these seventy-two secret arts of the Rakshasa Hall to you!"

"In the future, if you still want to find trouble with me, take revenge!"

"I, Ye Anshi, will take it!"

Wuxin held his breath and finished speaking, unable to support himself any longer.

Just at this moment, Xiao Mochen came to his side.

The next moment, Xiao Mochen's hand rested on Wuxin's shoulder.

In an instant, Wuxin felt his cultivation recovering.

"This..."

Wuxin was stunned.