Black Bat left with a lot of gratitude and joy beyond words.
The ugly old man drank tea by himself, then summoned the "Demon Blood Slaughter" who was stationed in the defensive formation outside the cave and asked: "Wendong is about to break through to the 19th level of true immortal, and surpass all living beings in the demon world to touch the threshold of semi-saint first."
"What about you? As a devil, you have been at the 18th level of a True Immortal for 2,900 years."
"When will we find the opportunity to catch up with Bentong?"
While he asked the question in an understatement, he put down his cup and reprimanded him: "Tu'er, the throne of the Demon Ancestor has always been occupied by the capable."
"When my father was alive, you were the devil's son beneath one person and above ten thousand people. You were respected and flattered by everyone everywhere."
"But once your father dies and the demon world is leaderless, do you think those guys will obey you? Will they willingly give up this throne that symbolizes supreme power?"
The smile was cold and the eyes were sharp.
In the eyes of outsiders, the ugly old man who was ruthless and decisive showed a rare softness and said: "Be obedient, spend more time on practice, don't always worry about the fallen flowers and willows in the Shuiyun Immortal World."
"She is not suitable for you, and she is not something you can touch if you want."
The burly Xuetu retorted loudly: "Why can't we touch it?"
"Jiang Lin'an's soul has been extinct for six thousand years, and Qiao Wantang is now a flower without an owner."
"Since there is no owner, who can pick it?"
The ugly old man's face turned dark and he said, "You can pick it off if you want?"
"Qiao Wantang is in the fairy world. It is a fairy world, not a demon world for you to walk sideways."
"She holds in her hand the nine magical powers that Jiang Lin'an left behind during his lifetime. Which one can't erase you from this world?"
"Okay, let's just assume that Qiao Wantang has exhausted her cards and has become a mortal woman who can be bullied. What about Jiang Changnian?"
"We are both the 18th level True Immortal. How many attacks can you survive in her hands, assuming that you are risking your life?"
With sarcasm in his words, the ugly old man struck mercilessly: "One hundred and thirty moves, this is your limit."
"Including Wendong, none of you are Jiang Changnian's opponent."
Xuetu blushed and said: "Yes, I can't defeat Jiang Changnian. But if I want to leave, she will definitely not be able to keep me."
The ugly old man laughed angrily and said: "The trump card you rely on is nothing more than the life-saving means given to you by your father."
“When all your cards are finally used up, relying on others will never be as reliable as relying on yourself.”
Xuetu said with a shy face: "As long as my father is here, he is my biggest supporter. I am not afraid of anyone."
The ugly old man said solemnly: "I don't have much time left to protect you, it could be thousands of years, or it could be nearly a hundred years."
"The war between immortals and demons 30,000 years ago caused the three realms to cease to exist. However, this does not mean that the three realms will never invade each other."
"When the time comes, when someone breaks the Four Saints' Tripod in the realm of demons and demons, it means that the second battle between immortals and demons is about to begin."
"This is the agreement between Heigu and I, and it is the real reason why I force you to touch the threshold of the Half-Saint as soon as possible."
Xuetu said horrifiedly: "What do you mean, someone in the demon world will step into the semi-holy realm before me?"
The ugly old man nodded first, then slowly shook his head and said: "Seizing the opportunity for the demon world is only the first concern in my heart. What I am most worried about is that after the second battle between immortals and demons begins, if my father unfortunately dies in the Holy Killing Valley,
Can you, with the help of Wen Dong, stabilize the turmoil in the demon world and sit firmly on the chair that belongs to the Demon Ancestor?"
Xue Tu's face turned pale, his pupils shrank and he said: "No, father, your hands and eyes are all in the sky, you will never fall into the Holy Killing Valley."
"My child, my child, I promise you that from today onwards, I will concentrate on practicing and never let you down again."
While feeling relieved, the ugly old man stood up barefoot and said, "Although Wendong has been in the Demon Realm for eight thousand years, he is a traitor from the Immortal Realm. Others don't want to see him. I can't control it, and I can't convince everyone.
"
"But you are different. You will have to rely on Bentong to help you in the future and rely on him to influence the overall situation."
"Don't always compete with him. You must cherish talents and be tolerant of others."
"In this way, he will follow you wholeheartedly, no matter what life or death."
Xuetu said seriously: "I understand, kid."
The ugly old man walked to the corner of the bookshelf, pushed away the small incense burner hidden in the dark and said, "Come, follow me and worship the Blood Demon."
Xue Tu followed up obediently, and his tall body was gradually swallowed up by the invisible light barrier.
The father and son walked in tandem on the dark and steep stairs.
After walking for more than half an hour, until an inch of white light appeared in front of them. The ugly old man immediately stopped and said: "Thirty thousand years ago, after the battle between immortals and demons, the three realms were severely weakened, and all the living beings in the demon world returned to the realm to recuperate.
live."
"There are ancestors from the demon world who used secret techniques to create ancient formations and summon the blood demons with the souls of 700,000 living people under this endless mountain range."
"The Blood Demon is a demon, a remnant of consciousness left by my first ancestor in the demon world."
"Extremely lucky, the ancestors succeeded in summoning the blood demon."
"After thirty thousand years of worship, the remnant consciousness of our ancestors that was sealed in the forbidden land has grown into a new life."
"I call it the "devil seed", the demon seed of the innate saint."
Xuetu was shocked and said: "Innate Saint? Isn't that an existence comparable to the Dharma Appearance of the Fate-Knowing Tree in the Immortal Realm?"
The ugly old man said arrogantly: "The tree of knowledge is nothing, it is just an acquired saint before becoming a saint."
"My first ancestor in the demon world has already become a saint, but he disdained becoming a saint. He cut his body into pieces and spawned the demon world. He is recognized as a true saint by the three realms."
Xuetu said blankly: "What does this have to do with it?"
"The ancestor is dead, is it possible to resurrect him?"
The ugly old man laughed strangely and said mysteriously: "It is impossible to resurrect the ancestor, but this demon seed is derived from the residual consciousness left by the ancestor."
"The day it matures and falls, it means that an innate saint with the evil qualities will appear in our demon world."
"Tu'er, this is a great gift that my father has prepared for you."
"After waiting for thirty thousand years, you just met and bumped into me. Isn't this destiny?"
Xue Tu was horrified when he heard this and said: "Father, do you want me to swallow the demon seed, completely integrate it into one body, and inherit the qualities of a saint?"
The ugly old man said decisively: "Yes, it must be you, and it can only be you."