Chichengzi and Ma Ruhu were a little worried.

This master was obviously too influenced by Xiaobei himself. Even if Xiaobei has become a real demon, the nature of the human race is too great, which will lead to quite bad consequences.

But the two of them had no choice. As demon slaves, all they could do was obey, and...

"Lord, you are the supreme demon, Xiaonan is just a small human race; he should surrender to you, and he should kneel at your feet!"

"Yes, no one in this world can be more noble than you; everyone can only surrender to you like us!"

Amid the compliments between the two, Xiaobei's expression gradually became normal, a faint sense of arrogance appeared, and the corners of his mouth gently raised again.

In the spiritual world, it was still calm at this time. It was originally supposed to be the place where the severely affected area was located, but it seemed that nothing had happened.

The lakeside is still green, and all kinds of birds are chirping and jumping between the woods, making this spiritual practitioner seem to be like there is no winter or summer, but only spring or autumn.

However, in the thatched pavilion by the lake, the atmosphere was solemn and there was no sense of ease at this moment.

Even the seventh floor master who had always been relaxed, his face was a little gloomy on his unparalleled face at this moment.

The short and fat old man picked up a cup of tea, poured it into his mouth, and breathed a long sigh. He looked at the Taoist priest Ziyi opposite him, and then looked at the white-haired old man next to him, wanting to say something but still didn't say anything.

The purple-clothed Taoist priest shook his head gently and looked at the master of the seventh floor. A divine light appeared in his narrow eyes and said, "Jingxin, how does the saint speak?"

Jingxin snorted softly, and a hint of impatient flashed through her water-like pupils, but she still hummed: "I said that, the old guy didn't speak clearly, and he said a lot of nagging, saying that the catastrophe was coming and many people were going to die. This is certain!"

“Many people died…”

Several people looked at each other and smiled bitterly. There were many sayings about how many people died.

There are also many people with 180 people, and there are also many people with 1800 people. Even if there are 18000 people with 1800 people, there are still many people with 18000 people.

If you really count it, you can use a lot of people who die a hundred or eighty thousand.

Moreover, within this spiritual practice, there are not only monks, but also many ordinary people who cannot be considered monks. Do the many people mentioned by the saints have their share?

Or is it only involved in monks?

However, Jingxin frowned and said, "The old guy seemed to say something... Xingxing woke up, what happened..."

Several people looked at each other in a flash. What does this mean?

After a while of silence, the short and fat old man finally sighed and said, "No matter what, please order my Baolou to be in charge and be on guard. If there is any abnormal movement, you can deal with it at any time!"

"Well...that's all!" The old man with white hair nodded slowly, looked up at the blue and calm sky, with a faint feeling of fatigue on his face, and said, "The wind and storm are coming..."

Taoist priest Ziyi stood up, looked at the horizon, and said worriedly: "The demonic energy still invades, it seems that it has been these few days!"

Everyone nodded slowly.

"I am the pioneer of spiritual cultivation. I don't know what the situation is?" Taoist Ziyi turned around and looked at everyone, saying.

"I'm about to say this!" The short and fat old man nodded with a slightly strange expression and said, "Last night, the demon was preparing to start a sacrifice, but was dispersed and fled!"

"Can you still disperse and escape after you start the sacrifice?" The Taoist Ziyi was a little surprised and said, "In theory, the cultivation does not have such strength, right? Or is the demon just a test?"

"The lower cultivator has another half-saint!" The short and fat old man said indifferently.

As soon as these words came out, the Ziyi Taoist was stunned and said in surprise: "Is there such a thing?"

After looking around, I saw that most of the other people had normal faces. It seemed that they had basically known about this, but I was afraid it was true.

He raised his eyebrows, looked at the short and fat old man again, and suddenly laughed and said, "But, I'm afraid this is not that simple, right?"

"Of course!" The short and fat old man nodded, then looked at the owner of the seventh floor over there, and then said helplessly: "You should still remember the colorful jade lotus root!"

"Hmm?" The Taoist Ziyi was stunned for a moment, and also looked at the owner of the seventh floor. Suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something, and said in surprise: "No way?"

"That's right! The colorful jade lotus root that Jingxin replaced for people is not what we thought was used to treat injuries and save people!" The short and fat old man said with a wry smile.

"Hmph...I didn't expect it, but isn't this a good thing?" The owner of the seventh floor snorted lightly when he heard this, and his eyes lit up when he talked about it, and said, "It's rare that there is such a spirit of heaven and earth that can help it with one arm... If I know the reason, I will also use this colorful jade lotus root with him!"

"Oh... Of course it's okay to give it to him, but this business that could have been a big profit!" The short and fat old man looked at the owner of the seventh floor helplessly and smiled bitterly: "But no one would have thought it would be! Anyway, it's not a loss!"

The Taoist Ziyi, who was standing beside him, nodded repeatedly and said happily: "So that's true. If a new semi-saint, with the strength of a lower cultivator, it is quite difficult to disperse and let the demon escape! But if this semi-saint is a spirit of heaven and earth, he is still the kind of truly pure spirit body, so it is natural to restrain such a demon!"

"It's just a pity that if we can have half a liter of her spiritual liquid, we will make a lot of money!" Taoist Ziyi also had a look of regret at this moment. Looking at the owner of the seventh floor, his eyes were full of annoyance.

When this matter was mentioned, everyone looked helpless and looked at the owner of the seventh floor. This was the spiritual liquid of a pure spiritual body, a real treasure, even a saint would be moved!

"Oh! Don't you look at me anymore. Didn't you object at the beginning? No one knew it was used for this!" The owner of the seventh floor stood up dissatisfiedly and said, "Anyway, she still needs to remember some of my affection. When the time comes, she will ask her for one or two drops, and she will never give face!"

After saying that, the owner of the seventh floor glared at everyone fiercely, stomped his feet and turned around and flew away, leaving only a few people there with wry smiles on their faces.

Can these or two drops be compared with half a liter?

The short and fat old man smiled bitterly, looked at everyone, suddenly frowned slightly, and said, "By the way, since Fang Xiaonan was seeking colorful jade lotus roots for the spirit of heaven and earth, then..."

Everyone's faces moved slightly.

Yes, since that's the case, how could the spirit of heaven and earth abandon Fang Xiaonan and ignore it?

If the other party really takes any cost, Fang Xiaonan will naturally be impossible!

Not to mention that Fang Xiaonan has another spirit of heaven and earth beside him; and this spirit of heaven and earth is still his blood relative!

After a while of silence, the Taoist Ziyi smiled bitterly and shook his head, and then said, "No wonder the saint once said that there is no big problem in the cultivation of the lower class. It turns out... it turns out that there is such an opportunity!"

"That's right!" Everyone nodded slowly, and all showed a slight look of amazement.
Chapter completed!