Jiang Su couldn't express her feelings in words, so she was simply speechless.
A group of demonic cultivators are still here to differentiate between bloodlines? Age and seniority?
"So?" She waited for the next step.
The consciousness continued to complain: "So they are older!"
"..."
"I won't talk nonsense with you. Tell me directly what the purpose of those monks letting me in is."
Jiang Su's face was gloomy, and his whole temperament instantly became extremely cold.
"I'm not a demon cultivator, and their goal shouldn't be me. Why do they want me to come in?"
The girl stood up again and touched the blind stick beside her with her palm.
"Pap tap tap..." The blind stick poked the ground, and she slowly walked to the bound monk.
Hold both ends of the blind stick with both hands and pull out the double blades.
The next moment, Jiang Su suddenly pressed his double blades up and down against the demon cultivator's body. One stuck in the neck, the other stuck... it was life-threatening!
Her voice was fierce and coercive: "Say it. Otherwise, you will join them and become the last demon cultivator to lose the body, and lose your centuries-old dignity!!!"
"..." The gods were in an uproar.
"No way...brother, even if your body rots later than us, you are still worse off than us."
A demon cultivator with a physical body...
"Whoa, whoa, whoosh!" He slowly raised his hand. At this moment, most of his body had become bones. If Jiang Su could open her eyes, she would know what it means to be truly skinny.
The ribs are clearly defined, the spine on his back is like a long sword inserted into his head, his limbs are hung with skin, and the tips of his five fingers are like needles.
A pair of skeletal hands touched the two double blades, and he pushed them out, with lingering fear in his heart: "Ahem, little girl, I think... you should not be too impulsive. Although I have already made a contract, I have Taoist companions and children, but
Monks are also human beings, we have to pay attention to the burial of the body, the appearance of the corpse...cough, cough."
Jiang Su tilted his head, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "To be buried in the earth? Is it also called to be buried in the earth if you chop your body into pieces?" Pour another bottle of reincarnation wine.
How long will it last, and the road to eternal life will be worry-free?
They are all spiritual consciousness, without a physical body, so how can they find a way to immortality? Of course, there is no need to worry.
"Although I don't know what cultivation level you all have, I guess you can break the sky and become gods."
"If you can become a god, your spiritual consciousness should not be trapped in the demon realm. It would be so easy to take a body and sacrifice it..."
"So, if you deal with me, I will be able to fight."
The girl patted the Pisces in her hand and moved it close to his neck.
Jiang Su has always been able to take action and never make a move, but this time she chose to make a move first.
This man is an old demon cultivator who doesn’t know how to cultivate. Who knows if if he were to knock him out, the black blood that would spurt out would be black blood that would crawl all over him.
"Hmm... little girl, what is reincarnation wine? Does it taste good?"
The man asked tentatively.
"Want to drink?" Jiang Su raised her lips slightly and spoke lightly, as if she was just asking casually.
The chain suddenly made a violent noise. The man used his skinny hands to directly lift Jiang Su's knife, grasped the blade in his hand, and slowly pushed it away.
He still has spiritual power???
The demonic energy has an extraordinarily cold feeling. The resentment of death and the silence of thousands of years converge into a force that will inevitably make people feel uncomfortable subconsciously.
But when the man pushed the knife, Jiang Su didn't feel the slightest bit of coldness.
"..."
The man looked calm and leaned lazily against the back wall, more like a rotten bone that was about to rot.
His voice was soft and slow, containing vicissitudes of life.
"A hundred years ago, I lived in Lindong, the Northern Territory. I had a Taoist companion... and we also had a baby. Lindong is close to the Eastern Territory, and is far less cold than the Northern Territory. There is no heavy snowfall all year round. Only when frost falls
Later, you will see the snow falling all over the sky."
"My Taoist companion and I... most like to sit quietly under the eaves with a pair of rocking chairs facing each other when the snow falls, watching the snow falling in the courtyard, listening to the whistling mountain breeze, and heating a pot of Spring River Night on the copper stove..."
"That smell...it's so beautiful."
Jiang Su listened to the man's past story without missing a word. At the same time, a picture appeared in the sea of consciousness.
In the picture, there is a courtyard, snow, a rocking chair, eaves, a copper stove, wine... and a pair of people.
"Then what?"
The girl frowned slightly, slightly dissatisfied that the man did not tell the complete story.
It’s painful to eat half of the melon!!!
The scene in the sea of consciousness was so beautiful that even Jiang Su did not dare to easily step into the heavy snow with his consciousness.
"Then……"
The man chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Of course I was possessed by the devil. Although the Taoist couple didn't understand it, she didn't leave me. She also gave birth to a son for me, and since then, the two of us have weighed a few more pounds on the rocking chair."
"It's a pity... there are people in the righteous path who eliminate demons and protect the way. Haha, I was not eliminated, but my Taoist companion was eliminated. She... she is a sword cultivator. Her heart is redder than cinnabar...
"
The voice changed.
"I was captured here not long ago by the old monks from the Demon-Suppressing Temple, only about a hundred years. Hahaha, little girl, before you came in, I was actually the youngest."
The man suddenly laughed more and more violently, and the bones all over his body were suddenly covered with bubbles of skin, starting from his lower abdomen and going up, and finally gathered around the ribs. The bulges under the skin suddenly melted together in an instant, like a skull quilt.
Blowed in.
Jiang Su felt something bad when he heard the sound and silently took a step back.
"Hahahahahahahaha little girl, have you seen what I look like? I am what you will look like in the future. Hahahahahahahahaha, what reason do you need to arrest someone at the Demon-Suppressing Temple? My wife is a sword cultivator, so she was taken away and killed.
Hahahahahaha”
"My son, my son is only three years old. What can he do? It snows heavily at the end of the year and the mountains are closed. He can't go to town. He is going to die in the snow!?"
Dense lines suddenly appear on a man's belly, just like stretch marks on a woman during pregnancy.
"Bang——" The next moment, his belly burst.
"Buddhist cultivators! You Buddhist cultivators! If you have the skills, let me out! Let me compete with you in an open and fair contest! I am also a sword cultivator. I used the Wen Chun Sword back then, and with one sword I cut spring flowers thousands of miles away and turned them into mud!"
"Let me out. I still have a son...and a wife..."
This time he didn't talk about Taoist companions, but his wife...
The man's high-pitched curses stopped, and his violent and rapid breathing gradually stabilized.
Jiang Su held the double blade in his hand, always on guard against this person going crazy and his cultivation level soaring to break through the confinement.
"Now I am the only living person in the entire Black Tower. If he loses his iron chain, the first thing he will do is beat me to death... It's too dangerous..."
"I still don't know what kind of cultivation he has... He said that a hundred years is very short... Then didn't he live for a thousand years? And he said that his son... If his son hadn't died then, wouldn't he have been buried now?