"It turns out to be him!"

"It seems that the wildness has not been lost yet!"

Huang Shang looked at this young monk who looked solemn on the surface, but was actually full of pretentiousness, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I told you earlier that I was a monster, but I had to work so hard to act before.

And if you don’t recite poetry when you appear, you will know...

The golden cicada long chanted: "Earth, water, fire and wind transform this body, and the body will destroy the four elements and return to their true state. All the demons and six thieves will disappear, and the future of happiness and suffering will only be the master's."

Well, when I didn't say...

The demons listened and showed their approval.

Before, I was afraid that Buddhist monks would forcibly convert me, but now it seems that I am a monster.

I am in Buddhism, my heart is full of monsters, and I feel panicked if I don’t chant for a day.

After Jin Chanzi introduced herself, she looked at Huang Shang, waiting to announce her home address.

He has never been able to figure out the origin of this young demon king, and now he can finally satisfy his curiosity.

Huang Shang originally wanted to curb this evil trend, but considering that he was still a five-month-old baby, and the opponent had killed the Hundred-Eyed Demon King with five hundred years of Taoism with one move, he took seven steps with his claws on his back.

, Chang chanted: "The dragon lurks in the hidden blue waves, and mixes with the toads. Waiting for it to come up, shaking the mountains and rivers with thunderbolts!"

Fu Hai: "!!!"

Group of demons: "..."

Jin Chanzi: "..."

Don't lie to me, you are not a Jiao at all.

And what are the expressions of those little monsters under your command?

Jin Chanzi was extremely smart. After looking at Fu Hai, he suddenly understood.

Copy poetry?

Is there still such an operation?

Huang Shang ignored Jin Chanzi and asked his younger brothers and sisters to clean up the battlefield before walking into the cave of the Hundred-Eyed Demon King.

Just when the powerful Tianlong was bombarding him, he discovered that there was a strong life wave inside, but it was not a complete life wave.

This sounds convoluted, but it actually means that there is part of the body of a certain creature inside.

Thinking of the specialness of Wujueling and the presence of the Hundred-Eyed Demon King, Huang Shang felt that his chance might have come.

This treasure is destined to me.

Jin Chanzi smiled at the ground, so scared that she hurriedly moved the bricks, and then followed her into the cave and asked from behind: "You are a goblin, aren't you afraid of the poor monk?"

Huang Shangdao: "I am a good demon."

Jin Chanzi smiled and said, "Just because you don't give up on the little demon and don't burn down the forest and take a detour?"

Huang Shangdao: "I am a baby."

Jin Chanzi shook his head: "It doesn't matter how old the demon clan is, some demons are just born, and they can cause trouble to the world and bring disaster to all living beings!"

Huang Shangdao: "I am a good demon."

Jin Chanzi asked: "How to prove it?"

Huang Shangdao: "I am a baby."

Jin Chanzi: "..."

While taking turns to reread, one demon and one monk came to the depths of the cave. What caught their eyes was a slender black thorn inserted upside down into the mountain wall, and extremely powerful waves spread out.

Huang Shang's eyes narrowed.

Is this the culprit that caused the ban on humans and animals in Wujueling, and only strong monsters can survive?

Jin Chanzi's expression also became solemn. After identifying it for a moment, he made a judgment: "This is a tail thorn of the ancient demon saint Qin Yuan!"

On the hill of Kunlun, there is a bird, which looks like a bee and is as big as a mandarin duck. It is called Qinyuan. Birds and beasts will die, and trees will wither.

Translation: In the Kunlun Mountains, there lives a sacred bird named Qinyuan. It looks like a bee and is as big as a mandarin duck. It stings birds and beasts with its claws, and the birds and beasts die. When it stings trees, the trees wither.

Compared with other famous demon saints in ancient times, Qinyuan's reputation is very small, but looking at the poisonous mist that surrounds Wujue Ridge for thousands of miles now, and just a tail thorn she left behind, you can imagine the demon saint back then.

of majesty.

Strength and weakness are all determined by comparison. In ancient times, the birds, beasts and trees in Kunlun were no better than they are now. They were all powerful and would die if stung by this one. He could be called the overlord of one party.

Huang Shang looked at the tail thorn and his eyes lit up: "If a weapon could be made..."

The previous black iron rod has been eliminated and cannot keep up with the rhythm.

He really needs a weapon that he can handle at this stage.

After all, it's not Wukong. It's the Dinghai Shen Zhen Iron once you get started. The baby feels miserable and can only update it by himself.

Jin Chanzi was speechless: "The poor monk still wants it. Even though it is gentle now, if it really wants to show its power, it will be a hundred miles away and all spirits will be blocked!"

Yes, in Jin Chanzi's view, this black thorn is already considered mild, and the changes in Wujueling are just an unconscious spread.

This is also in line with the temperament of Qinyuan Demon Saint. If other creatures do not offend her, she will not offend other creatures.

The Hundred-Eyed Demon King did not dare to come into direct contact, but just stayed by the side, allowing his demon body to be contaminated by the aura spreading from it, so as to improve his Taoism.

This is the same as the earth swallowing fragrant flowers and precious candles. They both hope to improve their innate nature through external objects and break the original limits.

Jin Chanzi could easily kill the Hundred-Eyed Demon King, but he was very cautious about this tail thorn. He clasped his hands together, and his body surface was filled with golden light. A layer of glazed golden light spread from his feet, preparing to lay down a Buddhist formation.

However, at this moment, Huang Shang stepped forward and pressed his claws ten feet away in front of the tail spine.

"Don't be impulsive!"

Jin Chanzi's expression changed, and then turned into surprise.

Because the tail thorn trembled slightly, but no poison erupted.

Jin Chanzi exclaimed: "I believe you are a good demon."

Qin was not a poisonous demon originally, her thorn was used for body protection. Now that this thorn has landed here, there is a gentle aura inside, which has been containing it.

What Huang Shang did was to bring out the gentle breath inside it to help control the wild nature and control the toxicity.

The root of it is not some earth-shattering technique, but the ability to control wild nature.

Being able to control the wild nature in this way, he had never done anything wrong with Baolin Temple Qiu before. The image of an optimistic, cheerful, positive, and low-educated young monster clan quickly formed in his heart. Jin Chanzi said sincerely: "I am a compassionate Buddha, and a poor monk is here."

Let me teach you how to compose poetry, and don’t copy it again..."

What a simple request!

But Huang Shang's attention at this time was completely focused on Qin Yuan's tail spine.

In this big world, opportunities are everywhere, and there are not a few people who get the opportunity to become famous, demons, Buddhas, or immortals.

But those are all survivor bias, and there are only so many people who were killed by chance.

Therefore, when faced with the legacy of this demon saint, one cannot be careless at all.

Huang Shang estimated that the days before he turned one year old would be spent here trying to conquer this tail thorn.

During this period, Jin Chanzi must have also left.

Compared with the rigid monk, this second disciple of the Tathagata was quite deviant.

Pretty cool.

The more this happens, the less I know what thoughts he will have next.

Huang Shang didn't want to waste his good life by getting involved with a middle-class monk.

If you stay in a cave and refine a good magic weapon, wouldn't it smell good?

It was indeed very fragrant, because the next moment, the tail thorn that was deeply embedded in the mountain wall suddenly buzzed and vibrated with an abnormal amplitude, and then flew out and fell into Huang Shang's hands.

Huang Shang was startled and felt a sense of intimacy between himself and this tail thorn.

That is not only the control of one's wild nature, but also a kind of harmony of Qi and Qi.

Does this mean you recognize your master?

Immediately afterwards, the message from the tail thorn made him understand the reason why this demon saint relic recognized its owner.

The ancient great demon Qinyuan has fallen, and the gentle breath remaining in the tail spine is just his last spiritual thought, hoping to pass it on to a promising descendant of the demon clan.

For inheritance, current conduct and strength are not important, the most important thing is potential and future.

There is no doubt that Huang Shang's abilities in all aspects perfectly meet the conditions for recognition.

So the Hundred-Eyed Demon King has been guarding here for hundreds of years without paying any attention to it. Now he just came here and became its master.

Maybe, this is a demon~

Huang Shang couldn't see his specific Qi, but he was sure that with the acquisition of this demon saint relic, his Qi would definitely increase greatly, and he could logically enter a period of rapid development.

But first we have to get rid of this monk.

He put away his tail spurs and said to Jin Chanzi: "Thank you, Master!"

Jin Chanzi smiled and said: "Donor, you are too polite. Since this treasure is intended for you to be the master of, the Hundred-Eyed Centipede can only be arrogant for a while, and will eventually be defeated by you!"

Huang Shang suddenly realized: "That's it. Goodbye, Master!"

Jin Chanzi: "..."

I'm being polite, but do you still take it seriously?
To be continued...