"Let's go... forget it, you need to be civilized."

Seeing the old demon holding the black-skinned booklet like a treasure, Hong Xiaobao wasted his energy and refused to scold him. Instead, he called out to Old Demon Yin: "Old man, come out and see, your filial son and grandson are here!"

"What's wrong? Didn't you say that if you don't have anything to worry about?" Old Demon Yin appeared and cursed.

Hong Xiaobao has a black line. It seems that you suddenly appear every time, right?

The old man here had already seen the booklet in the hand of the old demon, and said strangely: "The General Outline of the Nine Nether Formation"? What the hell? When did I write a bullshit general outline?" Suddenly, "Oh, Dong, it turned out to be him, no wonder..."

There is gossip!

Hong Xiaobao quickly pricked up his ears: "He? Or her? Who?"

This old man is a living history book... Oh, it should be a history book with a ghost left. Since he heard the old demon blew up the story of his opening up the underworld and retreating to the Dragon Palace, Hong Xiaobao is interested in his glorious history. If he could have a little romantic history, it would be even better!

Old Demon Yin started the memory killing mode, and after a while, he chuckled: "A little devil who loves to play with fire."

"Tell me? Is it yours... twelve... despairing the heavens... one of the demons?"

"It's the twelve capital demon generals."

"It's just a name, don't care about the details!"

"No big or small!" Old Demon Yin cursed and said, "The Twelve Capital Demon Generals belong to another system. At that time, I was able to do so, but not just the Twelve Capital Demon Generals?"

"Then what system is this Dong? What is his name Dong?" Hong Xiaobao asked hurriedly.

"He is called Dong, one word, which is one of the ten palaces, and is ranked seventh in the old."

"Ten Halls? Which ten halls?"

"Hehe..." Old Demon Yin suddenly stopped talking and smiled, "Children should not ask so many questions, it will not be good for you."

"Damn, the old man won't take you like this! Leave half of your words, aren't you afraid of breaking your tongue?" Hong Xiaobao cursed.

"Broken tongue is Xiaoliu's favorite, but I don't know how to sip it."

"Who is Xiaoliu again... Well, don't change the topic, damn it!"

"Okay, let's not talk about this for now."

Old Demon Yin interrupted, "Do you like to read the general guideline? But this book itself is a good thing. Take it down first. I will teach you how to use it then." After that, I didn't say anything again.

He has been like this these two days, and he doesn't know what to do with the old turtle in Bixi hiding in the cave.

"Hey, hey! Old man! Dead old man... beep!" Hong Xiaobao shouted a few times without responding, and was so angry that he cursed.

At this time, the old demon of Ku was still recommending the booklet in Balabala: "This book was the magic weapon of the Lord of the Seventh Hall of Fengdu back then. Later, Fengdu fell apart. The palace master could not bear the loss of the unique skills of the ancestor of Jiuyou, so he recorded the general outline of the Jiuyou Formation in the book when he was dying. After several twists and turns, it finally fell into the hands of the ancestor of my Wuwang lineage, and used it to establish Wuwang City..."

Hong Xiaobao thought that the old man wouldn't say anything, then this old guy knew a little, right? So he quickly opened his ears.

After listening for a long time, he found that he did not mention the ten palaces, why Dong and Fengdu were disbanded, and just browsed the glorious history of Wuwang City, so he said impatiently: "Isn't it just a breaking general guideline? What's there to show off? Let's take a look..." and took the book over.

The old demon Ku was unexpectedly surprised and immediately screamed: "Don't open it!"

But it's too late, Hong Xiaobao has already opened it.

As soon as he opened the pages, a terrifying aura suddenly came to his face. In an instant, Hong Xiaobao seemed to have entered another world, and countless illusions came one after another.

Corpse Mountain!

Sea of ​​blood!

White bones!

Injustice soul!

The underworld is sweeping, and countless evil spirits are floating in the sea. There are many people dressed by yamen runners on the shore... They should be humans, constantly picking up the evil spirit sea in the sea, then go up the knife mountain, go down the oil pan, pull your tongue, and hook your spine...

Screaming!

Crying!

beg for mercy!

Want to die!

All kinds of sounds are endless, and the lively scene of hell on earth is too realistic and terrifying. Hong Xiaobao can't even tell whether it is an illusion or a real world.

Suddenly, a yamen runner raised his hand and grabbed it: "Since you are here, let's cook it together!"

laugh--!

The next moment, Hong Xiaobao suddenly realized that he had been put on a oil pan. Then he turned his eyes and fainted simply.

When I woke up, it was already dark, and I didn’t know how long I had been in a coma. I just felt sore and weak all over, my hands and feet were weak, as if my body was hollowed out, my mind was even more depressed, and my head was so painful that it seemed like it was about to crack.

"Oh, are you awake?" Before you opened your eyes, the voice of Old Demon Yin sounded in your mind.

"What's wrong with me?" Hong Xiaobao moaned.

"I was almost sucked into a human being by the Yin-Yang Book, it's not a problem." Old Demon Yin jokingly said.

"Yin, Yin and Yang Book?"

"It's that black book, hehe..." Old Demon Yin smiled a little embarrassedly, "I forgot to tell you during the day that that book is a serious earth-level magic weapon. With your current cultivation level, you don't even have the qualifications to take a look."

Upon hearing this, Hong Xiaobao's face turned black. Old man, did you do it on purpose? It must have done it on purpose! Don't bring such a trick!

"Anyway, let's find a way to get it first. I will teach you how to use it then." Old Demon Yin reminded.

"..." Hong Xiaobao wanted to curse.

But before he could speak, a sudden dizziness came, and he was dizzy again.

In the hazy, he felt himself flying, flying here and there, floating around.

Every time you go to a place, strong spiritual waves will come, accompanied by waves of monsters roaring. Sometimes it is a land monster, sometimes it is a water monster, and sometimes it is a plant beast, as if the battle is fierce.

Sometimes I feel some cold liquid flowing in my mouth, which is very bitter and cold, making my teeth numb. In a vague state, Hong Xiaobao vaguely knows that those are medicines that nourish the soul.

After a while, when he regained consciousness again, his mind was still drowsy, but much better than before. Then, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the chrysanthemum face of the old demon appear in front of him.

"You're finally awake!"

Seeing him awake, Old Demon was obviously relieved, and his wrinkled chrysanthemums were all wrinkled. Then he pinched Hong Xiaobao's nose and poured the remaining medicine liquid in the bowl. Then he put down the bowl and said, "How do you feel?"

"good."

Although the medicine liquid was hard to drink, it turned into a clear stream to nourish the soul after it was taken off. Hong Xiaobao felt much better immediately, and then he glanced at the old demon with a look, and couldn't help but feel moved.

I saw that the old guy was covered in fatigue and his cloak was covered in blood. I didn’t know if it was a monster or his own. He was holding an exquisite porcelain bowl in his hand, which contained some dark green liquid, and was pouring into his mouth. There were corpses of monsters, including birds, beasts, insects, and fish. There were also some spiritual medicines, all of which were about restoring their spiritual consciousness.

However, Hong Xiaobao didn't say anything, just asked: "How long have I been in a coma?"

"It's been half a month." Old Demon sighed lightly, smiled, and comforted him: "But it's okay, just wake up, just wake up..."

"Fifteen days..."

Hong Xiaobao couldn't help but choke.

Oh my god!

I just took a look and was in a coma for fifteen days! If I looked at it a few more times, wouldn’t I betrayal?

Looking back on the oil pan at that time, Hong Xiaobao still seemed to be able to smell the burning smell. But at this time, he also knew that the book Xiao Hei Pi was so powerful that he would never dare to underestimate him any more.

After checking, Hong Xiaobao choked even more.

The body is nothing, but the soul is hurt a little severely and is almost half shrinking.

Soul is something that cannot be seen or touched before the Xuansheng Realm. It is not as good as the physical body. Once injured, it can be unconscious at the least, and it can be abnormal in consciousness at the worst, and it may even become a vegetative person - just like a concussion.

To be honest, if the old demon Ku hadn't been looking for spiritual medicine everywhere for the past few days, Hong Xiaobao would probably have had a different opinion on whether he could wake up.

Fortunately, he has a good foundation and his divine consciousness is several times stronger than that of the same level monk. He is proficient in medical principles. Now that he wakes up, he can treat it by himself.

Then, Hong Xiaobao prescribed a prescription for the old demon to "grab the medicine". Because it was fresh, the old demon ran around again.

This day, she was boiling medicine soup. The old demon Ku suddenly took out a scroll and threw it over, asking Hong Xiaobao to meditate and meditate at the picture on the scroll.

"What came from?" Hong Xiaobao asked casually.

"The Nine Nether Meditation Picture can help you repair your soul." The old demon replied, and at the same time passed a mantra.

He said that this scroll was a meditation diagram printed by the first ancestor of Wuwang City from the General Outline of the Nine Nether Formation. It was the most treasure of the Demon Sect. He also said that it would not be destroyed or established. Now is a great time to temper the spiritual consciousness, etc.

When Hong Xiaobao heard the word "Jiuyou", he immediately had a bad premonition.

Then I opened it and saw it, sure enough!

I saw a throne of bones painted on it. Old Demon Yin raised his right leg and sat up on it, put his right hand on his right knee, and supported his left forehead with his left hand to make a false sleep. Under the throne, there were steps paved with bones, and the palace stained with blood. Countless evil spirits and ghosts stretched out from the ground, as if they wanted to catch something. Not to mention, it looked really imposing at first glance.

But this is not the Jiuyou meditation picture, this is the Jiuyou resentment picture!

Hong Xiaobao took a look and his resentment value suddenly exploded. He threw it aside: "Break the picture, don't practice!"

Suddenly, I thought that it was not easy for the old guy to run around in the past few days, so I felt a little reluctant, so I sighed and softened and said, "Old guy, it's not that I don't want to practice. The problem is... You want me to recover quickly, and at least you can get some good things. This broken picture is really...haha..."

The old demon Ku was not angry, but just laughed and said, "Boy, don't underestimate this picture. This picture is the original work of the seventh palace master Dong. The person on the painting is the original deity of the demon master back then. The meditation effect is even better than that of the Buddhist "Ten Thousand Buddhas' Conquest of the Sect". Bar, bar, bar..."

"But I seem to have seen this picture before, it is better and more vivid than yours." Hong Xiaobao interrupted.

"Nonsense! The original work of the Seventh Palace Master is the only one in heaven and earth. How could you have seen it?"
To be continued...