After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Saint Thirteen finally came out of the secret room. His whole aura returned to purity, and most importantly, his strength increased greatly! After walking around in front of Ke Ao and Yan'er, he disappeared again.
I don’t know where it went, it was like a gust of wind, blowing here, blowing past, and blowing away again. Invisible and shadowless, unfettered!
Gu Ci is a little disappointed, he still wants to have a good discussion with him! Crazy Wen is even more disappointed, he also wants to have more contact with such a master, right? As for Yan'er and Ke Ao, these two are the most carefree.
Yes, they didn't pay attention to the coming and going of Saint Thirteen. If Saint Thirteen hadn't gotten into trouble with the devil this time, Ke Ao probably wouldn't even have seen him!
Speaking of the demon, Yan'er followed it curiously and studied it for a while.[
The so-called demons and those who cultivate demons are different.
The essence of a demon cultivator is that he is still a human being and all things in the world. Speaking of it, this demon cultivator is just a kind of practice. It does not mean that there are no demon cultivators who are good people. Although it is good! This is like the same big bad guy in the god cultivator.
Same reason.
But the devil is not. Its essence is not human, but a product of extreme paranoia formed from all kinds of emotions in the world.
Demons themselves are neither good nor bad, but those who practice demons are afraid of them because they can easily affect people's minds and control people's minds! And demons absorb human negative emotions and practice to become stronger. The stronger they are, the easier it is to control everything about people.
, and then lead to killing, bloodshed, paranoia... all kinds of negative emotions become more and more intense... and the devil itself becomes more powerful!
"In this case, wouldn't demons be everywhere?" Yan'er studied to the end and was shocked.
"It can be said that, but... everything depends on the strength of the will. Saint Thirteen has been carrying demonic energy for some time, but he has not been greatly affected, right?"
Yan'er was speechless, "How about it not being affected at all? The smell of the blood all over his body makes people sick!"
"Regardless of gods and demons, cultivation is a long road. Everyone's path is different. As long as you keep your true intention, it doesn't matter if you are covered in blood!" Speaking of which, his previous cultivation path was just that, a bloody road.
.The reason why he is called the God of War is not just because he likes to fight. It is because he has learned, accumulated, and made progress bit by bit in the battle...
His hands are definitely stained with more blood than Saint Thirteen. If Yan'er dislikes the blood on Saint Thirteen, will she also dislike him?
Yan'er shrugged, "I know! However, Holy Thirteen was too deliberate in releasing the bloody aura before." She continued to look at the slips given to her by Ke Ao casually. Those things were obtained from the God Realm...
...Where did Ke Ao come from? Well, it is said that after he obtained the inheritance of memories from his previous life, some things from his previous life also came into his hands.
Yan'er has such a small brocade bag, how can he not have it? Of course he does, and it is a good thing that Yan'er can't match. There is what he collected over tens of thousands of years when he was the God of War.
Yan'er then collected all his good things bit by bit. Well, Yan'er also changed into a good thing. Although she still kept the brocade bag, she wore a bracelet on her wrist, and the space in the bracelet
, as big as a continent... naturally it was given by Ke Ao!
"Well, it is written in the book that it is also because of the devil!" Yan'er shook his head: "This devil is really like a virus!" Then he was curious, "How does the devil invade people's hearts?"
Ke Ao glanced at Yan'er and saw that she wasn't actually asking him at all, but was just talking to herself. He couldn't help but smile, shook his head, rummaged through the pile of books, found a scroll and stuffed it into her hand.