The moon shines in the sky and the night is cold.

The gate of the Fuyao Sect is sparsely lit, and the pavilions are dilapidated and in disrepair. The once glorious Fuyao Sect has fallen into decline. There are not many disciples and their cultivation is not high. The unique development method is doomed.

Cultivation cannot be separated from the essence of flesh, blood and bones of monsters, and fighting cannot be separated from monsters.

Since the chaos in the Shiwan Mountains in the Southern Wilderness, it has been difficult for the Jiuli Black Tribe to capture monsters, especially the rise of the Baijiao Territory. The Demon Subduing Sect without monsters has begun to march as hard as it can. After all, the deformed cultivation method is a side path, and soon from there

The upper sect fell off the altar.

During this period, I considered capturing monsters from all over the Central Plains for cultivation, but unfortunately there were not many monsters in the mountains and forests of the Central Plains. Even if there were monsters, they were good at hiding and it was difficult to gain anything.

The Chimang people in the south are ferocious and there are many cruel masters who cannot cooperate. The hatred between the various ethnic groups in the north and the Central Plains is as high as the mountains and as deep as the sea. It is impossible to join forces to catch the monsters. Without the monsters, their strength will plummet.

The glorious sect has been reduced to a third-rate small sect, and its former glory is no longer there.

In the main hall, the current head of Fuyao Sect looked sad and unshaven. A few days ago, there was a rumor in the spiritual world that Chunyang Palace had hired the Western Sect Jinshan Academy to help Bai Jiao advance through the ranks. It was said that he was successfully promoted to become the Demon King of the Mahayana period.

If possible, the head of the Demon Subduing Sect would really like to get drunk without thinking about the possibility of the Demon Emperor seeking revenge.

It was late at night, and candlelight illuminated the luxurious hall.

Squeak~

The door, which had been in disrepair, was pushed open, and a young disciple quickly stepped inside and ran to the headmaster.

"Master... there is a woman climbing a mountain outside, we can't stop her..."

"woman?"

The lamps and candles in the hall swayed automatically in the absence of wind, and the bronze vessels hanging at the door to symbolize good luck and ward off evil trembled, especially several ancestral demon-detecting magic weapons were activated one after another. Cold sweat dripped from the leader's forehead and down his cheeks. He knew that Jiao

The Demon King is here!

"Inform the disciples in the sect to stay away from the main hall and not to approach without orders."

"Head..."

"Go! Go quickly!"

The head of Fuyao Sect yelled so hard that the disciples hurried out, leaving only one person in the empty hall. He stood in front of the door in despair, as if waiting for someone, without saying a word and lowering his head in silence.

The gap in cultivation is too great, and all plots and tricks are meaningless in the face of absolute strength.

Instead of risking the lives of hundreds of people in the entire sect, it would be better to simply admit defeat and hope to trade one's own life for the survival of the young disciples.

Looking down the stairs from a distance, there is a girl in white walking slowly with something in her arms.

The night is blue, and under the moonlight, the slender figure in white clothes and snow is approaching step by step.

When I didn't see him, I was worried and frightened. But when I saw him, he suddenly became calm and calm. What should come will come sooner or later. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief in my heart. No matter what, after tonight, I don't have to worry anymore. The only one who is unwilling is a certain ex.

It is really helpless for the boss to hold the juniors responsible when he causes trouble.

The footsteps were very light, and the head of Fuyao Sect could see the small dragon horns and pointed ears, which must be the legendary Jiao Demon Emperor.

Bai Yujun strolled leisurely to the largest main hall of Fuyao Sect.

The Demon Subduing Sect is full of special magic weapons and medicines for monsters. When faced with the Demon King or Demon King, these things are pale and powerless. Magic weapons do not mean they are omnipotent.

The leader saw that Bai was holding an oil-paper umbrella in his arms...

Wandering into the main hall of the Fuyao Sect, he walked past the master as if turning a blind eye. He looked up and admired the long portraits hanging on the wall, such as the portraits of the deceased masters of the Fuyao Sect, and some written records of the meritorious disciples of the Fuyao Sect.

, the most special thing is that the skulls of various monsters and beasts are hung on the wall behind the leader's throne, the hobby is so unique.

With his white hands behind his back, his right hand held the handle of the umbrella and he tapped his left hand, very leisurely.

He didn't look at a certain leader at all. It looked like Bai Jiao was wandering around undefended, but he had no intention of sneaking up on him from behind. When people are alive, sometimes they need to be self-aware.

Bai Yujun enjoyed appreciating the history of Fuyao Sect, and the head of Fuyao Sect followed respectfully behind him.

Went around and came to near the gate.

Looking back at the middle-aged man, he was very young. He only had the early stage of Nascent Soul cultivation. He had really declined compared to the past. At that time, he dared to negotiate conditions with Chunyang Palace.

Take out the oil paper umbrella.

"Are you... buying an umbrella? One hundred taels of gold, high quality, fair price, and a time-honored brand with a good reputation."

The head of Fuyao Sect nodded without hesitation.

"Buy, I have gold."

He reached out and took out the gold nugget from his storage bag and handed it to Bai Yujun.

He took the gold and handed it over to the oil-paper umbrella. He handed over the money with one hand and delivered the goods with the other without any debt. This guy actually gave him nearly twenty taels of gold extra. As a hawker with a good reputation, he refunded the excess money righteously. When doing business, you must have credibility. He said

A lot of money is a lot of money, and the spirit of the contract cannot be broken!

The head of Fuyao Sect was a little hard to understand, and he was secretly worried.

The legend of Jiaolong selling umbrellas has a long history. People in many places in the Central Plains know that if they meet a girl in white selling umbrellas, they cannot refuse.

Nodding, the boy is very smart.

"There are a few other old friends I haven't seen for many years. I think we should come to see them. Please lead the way, sir."

"May I ask who's last name?"

"Guo Lian, what is the name of the other Yunhe? Can you help me find it?"

After hearing these two names, the leader of Fuyao Sect trembled all over. He did not dare to show too many expressions and nodded stiffly. This was the first time he understood the persistence of the white dragon beast in holding grudges. It has been hundreds of years. The little snake spirit back then

He has become the world-famous Demon King, but he still remembers the hatred he had in the past, and he doesn’t know why his forehead was so crazy that he offended the vengeful white dragon.

For hundreds of years, the white dragon has a long lifespan. Human beings' short lifespans sometimes end. Guo Lian and his leader at the time have long since died and turned into withered bones.

"Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, can you... not implicate others..."

"I will go after anyone who has a grudge against me. I will keep my word. You will definitely be influenced by the holy demonic character in me."

"plz follow me……"

Bai Yujun followed the head of Fuyao Sect towards the back mountain, walked through the pavilions and buildings, walked through the pine forest, and came to a tomb. He led a certain Bai through the mess of tombs to the core area and found two graves. The tombstones stated respectively.

Guo Lianhe called the tomb of head Yunhe in those days.

You have to see them even after you die. You should use the most pious heart to pay homage to the remains of your old friends, keep their faces in your heart, and always think about them, so as to spur yourself on to work hard and make progress.

Blinking his eyes, he sensed through the tomb whether they were the corpses of two people.

After careful identification, it is indeed true that the soul has already returned to the underworld and been reincarnated. However, if a monk can escape, he cannot escape from the temple, so he can take the opportunity to do something to make his thoughts clear.

Standing in front of Guo Lian's grave, his face was cold.

With a snap of the fingers, the feng shui of the tomb collapsed and collapsed. Once it was damaged, it could not be repaired no matter how much modifications were made. As the saying goes, if the earth's anger goes away, the house will not be protected, and no one can stop it.

Then go to another person's grave and repeat the action. Death does not mean the end. With the dragon's ability, you may have interfered with the fate of the enemy's reincarnation, leaving the enemy with nowhere to escape.

The head of Fu Yao Sect was about to cry but had no tears. He watched Bai Jiao do all sorts of things to his seniors, and he really didn't even spare the corpses.
Chapter completed!