"The devil is your past, and the Buddha is your present. Letting go of the past does not mean abandoning it. You must always be back to the East Gate Taiyi. "The old monk from the Six Paths sighed.

Dongmen nodded a little and said, "But I will never regret the promises of my disciples in the past."

"Whether it is impossible or the East Gate Taiyi, they are all disciples of my Six Paths, and there will be no change."

Taiyi from the East Gate lowered his head. Although he was full of suspicion about the embarrassing appearance of the old monk in the Six Paths, he did not dare to ask. At this time, Qin Rongxian walked to the Six Paths, his eyes were red, and he shouted: "Old bald donkey! Where is my father?"

The old monk of Six Paths seemed to have heard of the name of bald donkey, so he was not angry about it. He clasped his hands together and said calmly: "He has left. As for where he is now, I don't know."

Qin Rongxian reached out and was about to slap his thin cheeks, but was grabbed by the East Gate one by one and said, "Don't be rude!"

Tears had already gushed out of Qin Rongxian's eyes, and she cried in tears: "Don't be rude? You told me not to be rude! This old bald donkey planted a swastika seal on his mother's body, causing her soul to suffer from the pain of being cut into pieces. He didn't know where his father was locked up, and you still told me not to be rude!!!"

When Taiyi of the East Gate saw Qin Rongxian's almost crazy look, his face looked extremely ugly and asked, "Master, what's going on?"

Liudao still looked as deep as water and said calmly: "No one can understand anything I do now, but one day, everyone will agree with me, including those who died at my hands."

"It's all bullshit!" Qin Rongxian was struggling to break free, but Dongmen Taiyi's hand locked her like iron pliers, unable to move at all.

Seeing this, Xiaobai rushed up suddenly, and the sharp claws as big as a basin were about to tear him to pieces.

Taiyi from the East Gate groaned and punched Xiaobai on the flesh claw.

"Is he Qin Chuan's daughter?" asked the old monk Liudao.

Dongmen nodded a little, "Call Rongxian."

The old monk from Six Paths placed the wordless heavenly book flat in his hand and stared at Qin Rongxian, who was wearing pear blossoms and rain on his face. He saw that the turbid eyes suddenly turned into traceless white, and his pupils completely disappeared, and only a few dim gray lines outlined a strange pattern.

Qin Rongxian couldn't help but feel shocked when he noticed the changes in his eyes, as if he had no trace of concealment in front of the Six Paths, and even his future fate was known.

A moment later, the old monk from Six Paths said in a deep voice: "Take her back."

Dongmen Taiyi was shocked and said in surprise: "Why?"

"If you want to deal with that person in the future, she will be the most important bargaining chip." The person the old monk Liudao refers to was obviously Yuan Futu, who owns the Chaos Bell.

But Taiyi of Dongmen could not understand this sentence and just fell into hesitation. However, he knew very well the ability of the old monk in the Six Paths and immediately said: "Yes, Master, but..."

The old monk from Six Paths shook his head and said, "She will be fine, I won't make you embarrassed."

"Thank you, Master." Dongmen nodded a little and said to Qin Rongxian: "Let's go."

“Go…where to go?”

"Great Prajna Temple!"

...

boom!

The ten-foot-high wall was completely shattered. In this heroic city, countless ancient buildings seemed to be hit by heavy objects and collapsed continuously. Qi Ye staggered from a piece of gravel rubble, covered with wounds torn by sword lights, and the healing speed of the demon power was obviously not enough to offset the new wounds that were constantly appearing.

The head of Shushan walked over step by step. The Taoist robe was already torn, and there was a very clear fist mark on his chest, so that his whole chest collapsed slightly. The blood on the corners of his mouth had not been wiped, and the battle between the two was still inseparable.

Qiye's smile slightly lowered his face and said, "With your current strength, it is not enough to kill me, let alone regain the Demon Lock Tower. If we continue to stalemate like this, it will only be a snipe and clam fighting, and let the fisherman enjoy the fruits."

Yi Shen said coldly: "Then who is the fisherman is clear at a glance."

Qiye frowned deeply. He was already in the city and was behind the square. However, at this moment, countless figures appeared around him, and roughly, there were at least fifty people.

These practitioners were originally nothing to people in the Demon King who was in a state of defiance, but Qi Ye’s strength is now weakened too much, especially when he was fighting against Yi Shen just now, he lost a lot of demonic power, so when facing this situation, he was already in a desperate situation.

"The head of the sect, most of the powerful sects and casual cultivators who participated in the killing of demons are here, and some are gathered in the Linggu Xuan Lake." Elder Xuanyuan walked out of the crowd and bowed and said.

A sneer appeared on Yishen's fat face, and he looked at Qiye and said, "It seems that the grave has been dug for you here."

Qiye smiled bitterly, "I am worthy of being the head of Shushan. I have already left a hand, but it is still unknown whether I want to jump into this grave."

"Is that? Then I will fulfill you!" Yi Shen said in a deep voice: "Listen, the demon king Qiye is already seriously injured, and now he is just a breath. Whoever can kill him can get the treasures given to me in Shushan and all the treasures hidden in the Demon God Dynasty!"

With a command, everyone was excited. Facing the former dynasty lord, those practitioners were a little scared, but the head of Shushan here was seriously injured. They sacrificed their own spiritual treasures one after another. The heaven and earth energy in this space suddenly became disordered.

With strong enemies around, Qiye can only barely fight against everyone in his current state, but he knows very well that the god who is ready to go will give him a fatal blow at any time.

Suddenly, everyone smelled a decayed air. Among the crowds of people, a black flame suddenly appeared on the body of a cultivator, as if it contained extremely terrifying refining power, instantly rotting his body into a white corpse.

"It's the devil!"

A casual cultivator standing in and out exclaimed, but before his voice fell, he was wrapped in black fire and let out a tragic roar after refining.

At this moment, a figure appeared beside Qiye. He seemed to be a little surprised by the appearance of this person and frowned and said, "Why are you here?"

Qin Chuan is tall and straight. After leaving the world of Chaos Spirit Treasures, his energy and spirit seem to have completely returned, demonstrating the majesty and momentum of a generation of demon sect leaders.
Chapter completed!