"There is one person from each of the five hundred demon clans, and among the five hundred people, we are the two with the highest cultivation level."
"As long as Suning can survive until the end, I will have a way to give him a seamless victory."
The woman sighed: "This is the only way."
Then, the two of them walked into Qianlong Island one after another, and as all forces gathered on the mountain top where Suning retreat was located.
"What? You failed to break through and you don't even have the courage to walk out of the cave?"
Low sneers rang out, and a male demon cultivator of the tenth level of the True Immortal said angrily: "How long can you delay?"
"Three days or five days?"
"Useless procrastination has already given you twenty more years of life. Don't be dissatisfied."
"Snapped."
Invisibly, a strong wind howled and swept past.
The male demon cultivator immediately flew out and lay on the ground with his mouth full of blood, his eyes flashing with stars, and his breath was confused.
"Noisy."
At the same time, Xiao Buchong's figure appeared above the clouds, and said with a stern and cold voice that could not be violated: "Add one more rule, those who enter our Qianlong Island are not allowed to talk nonsense and make loud noises before Suning comes out.
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"Violators will die."
The male demon cultivator dared not speak out in anger, and his whole face turned livid with anger.
He beat the ground hard, staggered up, and disappeared into the crowd in disgrace.
A man wants face and a tree wants bark. How could he have the face to stay after being taught a lesson by Xiao Buchong in front of so many of his fellow tribesmen?
At the same time, inside the cave just a short distance away.
Suning put away her unfocused thoughts and sat cross-legged on the futon again.
The failure to break through the realm and not be able to set foot on the tenth level of the True Immortal was indeed his helpless choice.
However, this does not mean that he does not want to establish a foothold in the demon world and gain recognition from the five hundred demon tribes as a demon disciple.
Affected by his state of mind, the retrograde demonic energy in his body indirectly damaged his internal organs, so he needed at least three days to heal.
To face the next challenge in peak condition, he must overcome the desperate situation of life and death.
"call."
Breathing out foul breath, Suning closed his eyes tightly and quickly absorbed the demonic energy in the formation to heal his injuries.
He couldn't figure out why Jiang Lin'an, who was both a murderer and a Taoist, was able to ignore the impact of his involvement on his family and entered the late stage of Dacheng in one fell swoop.
He did kill many people, demon cultivators, demon cultivators, and local cultivators in the fairy world.
The number of people who died at his hands was too numerous to count.
But even though his hands were stained with blood and he was regarded as a monster by the original Eight Hundred Immortals, he never harmed the people close to him at all.
Jiang Changnian, Qiao Wantang, Xiao Buchong and others who had been following him, and even the Jiang Clan, one of the Sixteen Immortal Clan.
There are millions of people in this clan, and they are all living well and have not died because of Jiang Lin'an's loss of sanity.
Suning was puzzled by this point.
He is well aware of the horror of the murderous heart. Once controlled by it, who is a family member and an outsider?
All living things can be killed, all must be killed, and all should be killed.
That kind of crazy man who can't help himself can't control his blood-devouring thoughts at all.
"No, I have to look through Jiang Linan's memory carefully. How did he do it?"
"Is it purely relying on the Heavenly Cultivation to suppress it, or is there another way?"
"Perhaps, I can make a second attempt before I leave seclusion."
"I may not be able to step into the tenth level of true immortality."
With the decision made in his heart, Suning simply stopped caring about the injuries in his body and allowed the demonic energy to penetrate into his body on its own and heal the wounds slowly.
His thoughts went into the memory inheritance left by Jiang Linan, and he began to read through it in detail.
