Chapter 150

The clouds in the sky were thick, and they were smoked by demonic energy, emitting a miserable green color.

A sedan chair broke through the clouds and flashed past.

Hong Yin, the fat boy and other demons carried the sedan chair meticulously.

The young man sat cross-legged on the sedan chair, weighing the bamboo slip in his hand: "It is said that the Demon Classic is the supreme treasure of the ancient times, this method of restoring vitality is really extraordinary, are there any other remnant scrolls?"

Heng Xian said slowly: "No, this kind of thing is useless to me, just got a scroll by chance!"

The young man said: "But this bamboo slip is very new!"

Heng Xian said: "I just carved it, the original version was accidentally broken."

"Memory is not bad!" The young man smiled lightly, put away the bamboo slip, and leaned on the sedan pillar behind: "How do you view demons?"

Heng Xian also leaned back: "Don't look at it, no thoughts."

The young man glanced at him: "Everyone who sees me is terrified and trembling, you kid who is not as good as an ant, talking to me so calmly and lightly, don't you fear me?"

A powerful pressure came, instantly reaching Heng Xian's endurance limit.

Heng Xian's body creaked, but his surface was calm: "People die in that instant, you can kill me at most once, why must I fear you?"

The young man shifted his gaze: "You really have no opinion on demons?"

The pressure on his body suddenly disappeared, Heng Xian breathed a sigh of relief and said: "If you have to ask me how to view demons, then, only demons are born by demon mothers, humans are born by human mothers, humans have a kind heart, demons cannot!"

A rare look of doubt appeared on the young man's face: "Why can't demons have a kind heart?"

Heng Xian said: "If demons have a kind heart, they are not demons!"

"Then what will it be?" The young man asked.

Heng Xian said seriously: "Human demon!"

The young man fell into deep thought.

Hong Yin and more than a dozen demons stared, looking blank.

A wind blew, and the air was a bit cold.

Heng Xian smiled to himself, such a cold joke, maybe only he understood it.

The young man suddenly opened his mouth: "You are right, since ancient times humans and demons cannot fall in love, this is a big taboo, the human demon born from the combination of humans and demons, not human not demon, very strange, not allowed."

"Thinking about it this way, the sages did not allow humans and demons to fall in love, it really has great wisdom."

Heng Xian didn't speak, a trace of loneliness flashed on his face.

Just at this time, Hong Yin suddenly said respectfully: "Your Honor, the capital of Sang Guo has arrived."

The young man crossed his legs and looked forward.

Heng Xian also looked forward, and when he saw this, he couldn't help but frown, turned and got into the sedan chair: "Big brother, I don't want to show up for this matter, you handle it according to the agreement."

The young man ignored it, just muttered to himself: "Big brother? Big brother! I like this title."

At this time, the entire capital of Sang Guo had almost become ruins, high-rise buildings collapsed in pieces, and even the imperial city and the mansions of the nobles could not be spared.

Most ordinary people were shaken to death by spiritual power and demonic power, corpses piled up in piles and pieces.

The battle between demons and cultivators in the sky had reached a white-hot stage, magic treasures and demon weapons collided crazily, all kinds of spells flew...

However, the demons suffered heavy casualties, while the cultivators basically didn't have any deaths, but most were seriously injured.

But this made the cultivators of various sects feel cold in their hearts, because the group of demons had the ability to kill, but they didn't kill.

They... what do they want to do?

Song Rufeng, Lin Shuyu, Tong Quezi, Ma Buyin, Bai Ziqi, Ye Xiaoyao and other Tianyuan Sect disciples were besieged by three hundred "demon soldiers" and two hundred transformed demon teachers for a full half hour.

Except for Song Rufeng, Lin Shuyu, and Tong Quezi who still had the power to fight, most of the rest were scarred, exhausted, and lost their spiritual power.

Looking at the ferocious demons in front of them, Ma Buyin really couldn't bear it anymore: "Damn it, kill or cut, give a quick one, torturing people like this, what exactly do you want to do?"

Bai Ziqi also cursed: "They just want to grind us to death alive, dying like this is not as quick as that bastard Heng Xian!"

"Shut up!" Ma Buyin roared.

He had a good relationship with Heng Xian, especially the other's gambling skills, which made him very impressed, and Heng Xian's "death" made him feel very uncomfortable.

"I..." Bai Ziqi wanted to argue, but suddenly found that the group of demons in front of him retreated to both sides, and couldn't help but say "Eh."

It was not just the demons in front, all the demonic tribes in the sky over the capital retreated like a tide to both sides, and then respectfully bowed to the south.

The disciples of various sects who were preparing to fight hard were all stunned.

Just at this time, from the south of the city, a pressure as vast as the mountains and seas came.

All cultivators couldn't help but tremble slightly, and looked over with endurance.

Only to see a cloud layer suddenly broken, a sedan chair pulled by ten demons drifted over.

The sedan chair was just a very common mortal sedan chair, but the young man sitting on the sedan chair was like a beast from the wilderness, any trace of aura on his body could cause mountains to collapse and the earth to crack, making people dare not look directly.

"Hoo~"

A demonic wind blew, and thousands of cultivators from major sects retreated a few steps one after another.

Everyone's expression changed.

This one on the sedan chair, cannot be defeated, cannot be defeated!

Tai Yilong of the Donghuang Palace and dozens of elders like Song Rufeng looked at each other, and saw a trace of solemnity in each other's eyes.

At the moment, Tai Yilong and five elders of high prestige stepped forward: "This..."

Before finishing, they saw the young man on the sedan chair wave his hand: "Retreat!"

"Boom——"

A demonic power like a mountain and sea attacked.

"Pfft..."

Tai Yilong and the six of them, six elders of the Primordial Dan Great Perfection, vomited blood and flew back, completely unable to withstand a single blow.

Thousands of disciples from major sects were in an uproar.

At this time, the young man on the sedan chair changed from crossing his legs to sitting cross-legged, and flicked his fingers lightly,

Song Rufeng, Bai Ziqi, Ye Xiaoyao, Xiao Qiyun, including the seriously injured and disabled Song Ruqing, all floated into mid-air uncontrollably.

"Senior Uncle, Junior Brother..." Lin Shuyu, Tong Quezi, Ma Buyin and others looked horrified.

Bai Ziqi, Ye Xiaoyao and Xiao Qiyun struggled hard, but to no avail, and were scared stupid all of a sudden.

Song Rufeng also struggled hard a few times, then his face was as pale as paper, looking at the young man on the sedan chair: "This, this king, why, why target us?? Is it... is there any misunderstanding?"

Thousands of disciples, elders and Sang Guo experts from all directions were equally puzzled.

The young man on the sedan chair showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly said politely to the guest in the sedan chair behind him: "Brother, whether these people live or die, how to die, how to live, is all in your thought!"

"Swish——"

All the disciples, elders, and demons of the major sects looked at the sedan chair.

The demon king's brother?

What is the situation?!

And in the sedan chair, Heng Xian was stunned for a moment.

Because according to the agreement, he would not show up.

After all, this demon king must devour the elders and disciples of various sects to restore his vitality, and it is a question of how many people present can survive.

The killing is too heavy!

He just needs to kill and save people secretly!

But once he shows up, everything changes.

That is to be with demons, kill fellow disciples and disciples of various sects, and it is no different from falling into the devil's way!

"Brother, why don't you speak? If you don't want to come out, then I will crush the sedan chair and invite you out, three, two..." The sincere and playful voice of the young man sounded outside.

"This damn thing is gains and losses!"

"Fate, you choose it yourself!"

Heng Xian closed his eyes and took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and walked out.

(End of chapter)