SFS Chapter 9 Revenge
Chapter 9 Revenge
In the chaotic and drowsy dream, for a while, the old days on Jiuyun Mountain flashed repeatedly, and for a while, it was an earth-shattering fight in the thousands of miles of demon barriers.Nanfeng's consciousness was ups and downs, as if he was drifting in the water, but he couldn't find a place to anchor. There was only a little idea that he didn't know where he came from, and he was still pondering over and over again: The ghost said that Qiu Changyin deliberately released the order to kill the sky, what is it? What's the meaning?
"Yo, there's still a living...huh?"
A ray of devilish energy violently crashed into the Lingtai, involuntarily pulling his consciousness out of his drowsiness.When Nanfeng's spiritual power encountered this evil spirit from outside, he immediately counterattacked vigorously. The two incompatible forces turned Nanfeng's inner mansion into darkness, and finally he woke up, and he began to vomit blood as soon as he opened his eyes. After vomiting five or six mouthfuls, the liver and lungs almost vomited out.
"Boy, who are you?"
Nan Feng half-closed his eyes, his whole body was in pain, not to mention moving, even gasping for breath, willing to open his mouth was already a big face for him, but his tone was not so polite: "What's none of your business?"
"..."
Something flew over in the distance and fell into his hand - he felt that it should be a half-foot-long solid brand based on the feel of his hand. The material was like jade or gold and iron. Uneven, not like a decoration, but like some kind of ancient characters.
As soon as the token fell into his hand, a stream of pure devilish energy was automatically generated, and it went up along the arm, sorting out the meridian with dark wounds for him, which was completely different from the brutal method just now. The force tended to recoil, and the voice in the altar immediately said: "Be honest, I am not harming you. You are of the blood of the demon race, and this little demon energy will not do anything to you."
Nan Feng frowned: "How do you know?"
As the demonic energy traveled for a round, the hidden wounds in his body temporarily healed. Although he was still a little weak, he could already sit up and take the token to look at it carefully.
The voice snorted coldly: "Because I am your ancestor—when I was in charge of the Demon Realm, you didn't know where I was."
"..." Nan Feng, "I'm sorry."
"The Token of Heaven was made by the deity himself with black gold, and he sent a ray of immortal soul in it. It was regarded as a sacred object by the demons of all ages. 20 years ago in the battle between immortals and demons, the demon clan was defeated, and the entire clan was destroyed. The door seal was confiscated and kept in Xuntian Pavilion, and the deity also fell into a deep sleep, and did not wake up until not long ago."
"Now that the demons have been destroyed, and the blood of the demons has flowed into the world, it is fate that you and I meet today. If you worship this deity as your teacher and listen to my orders, this deity will teach you all the skills of your life. When the demons revive, You are the demon king above ten thousand people, how about it?"
Nanfeng listened to him talking on his own with a blank expression, at least because he had just saved himself, he didn't interrupt immediately, and waited patiently for him to finish before saying: "Thanks to senior's wrong love, I have already Shimen, there is no plan to change the sect, please ask the seniors to find another high-ranking apprentice."
He put the Tianzhu Ling on the ground, stood up with one hand propped on the ground, threw the ashes on his clothes, and planned to continue walking towards the center of the city.
The demon ancestor yelled in his altar: "Why are you going? Do you know who you rejected? You don't want the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, what can your broken master door give you?!"
Nan Feng stepped forward, thinking indifferently, even if he became the heavenly king, so what, Shen Quehan was gone.
He didn't even dare to think about those three words, and every time he thought about it, he felt that he was about to die.
"Stop!" There was a slight softening in the voice of the ancestor of the Demon Race, "What do you want? You have to draw a line. As long as you can say it, no matter what, this deity can help you!"
Nanfeng: "Reversing yin and yang, can the dead be resurrected?"
Demon ancestor: "That may not work..."
Nanfeng turned his head and left.
"Wait, wait!" the demon patriarch repeatedly said, "Stop! You tell me who died first, and explain it in detail, and the deity will refer to the details for you. Is this the head office?"
Nan Feng silently pinched his ten knuckles in turn, adjusted his breathing to be gentle, stretched the string of confrontation between the two of them to the extreme with silence, and said: "My senior brother came here the day before yesterday to suppress the demonic energy... Did not come back. Senior, can you tell me what happened that day."
After yesterday's fierce fight, Nan Feng had doubts in his heart. The appearance of something like Tian Zhu Ling in Songhua City was enough to explain the problem. Maybe you can't believe the words of the demons, but you have to believe them.
The ancestor of the demon clan groaned, but he still recalled it patiently: "There were seven seals on the Tianzhu Token originally, three of which were untied recently, and then the deity had some consciousness; Take it away, here, the city is full of blood and evil, which is of great help to the demon cultivator, with the help of this power, when the deity is attacking the remaining three seals, a group of people came outside."
"A team?"
"That's right." The demon ancestor said, "But there is only one person who really fought against me, and it should be your senior brother. He is indeed powerful. In time, he may not be able to become a grandmaster. It's a pity..."
"The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind." There was a hint of mockery and joy in his tone, as if he was looking forward to some wonderful plot, "While I was suppressed by him, he was also exhausted by me. At this time, all the ambush soldiers come out, there is no need to seriously act, as long as they are mixed with the devilish energy, they will kill him quietly."
Nanfeng didn't make a sound, but the ancestor of the demon clan sensed that his meridians were boiling, and he was almost going into a maddened state, so he couldn't help but smiled happily: "You should thank me, didn't those people all die in front of you last night? Come, this deity has already avenged your senior brother."
Nanfeng suddenly drew his sword, and "Kaiji" moved towards the order of killing heaven with great momentum!
"what are you doing?!"
A violent spiritual force surged from the dantian, washing away the demonic breath in the blood like a wind and cloud: "Get out!"
He said he would turn his face when he said that he would turn his face, but the ancestor of the demon race did not expect it, a wisp of black smoke flew out from his temple, flew back to the Heaven Punishment Order, and gathered into a small black cloud on the Wujin Token.
He was severely injured by Shen Quehan and Qiu Changyin one after another the day before yesterday. The ancestor of the demon clan was obviously no better than Nanfeng.
"Do you dare to attack this deity?!"
Nanfeng said coldly: "You harmed my senior brother, even if I kill you ten thousand times, it will be considered light."
"Who killed him?" The ancestor of the demon clan said angrily, "Didn't I tell you that Xuntian Pavilion killed him! You heard the dog's stomach go to the stomach?"
His anger and urgency did not seem to be false, the tip of Nanfeng's sword could hang on the Heaven Punishment Order, and both of them knew that although Nanfeng was seriously injured, if he tried his best to fight to the death, if the sword went down, Even if the ancestor does not die, he has to go back and practice for another 500 years.
At the time of life and death, the ancestor of the demon clan didn't care about the airs of his seniors anymore, and said like a cannonball: "Everything I said is true, if you don't believe it, you can go and confront Qiu Changyin in person! But with your current cultivation, I'm afraid You can't walk within five steps of him. If you make up your mind to avenge your good senior brother, this deity can pass on to you everything you have learned in your life—you should know that the demons have their own methods of cultivation, and the improvement of the realm is better than that of the immortals. faster."
Of course the danger is greater.He swallowed this sentence and didn't say it, because Nan Feng seemed to be desperate at first glance, and it was useless to say it.
Kai Ji hadn't withdrawn his sheath yet, but Nan Feng restrained his violent anger, his face was as pale as ice, and said flatly: "Swear."
"There is no need to make an oath," the ancestor of the Demon Race hurriedly said, "This deity also has a condition. You will recognize the Lord with a drop of blood and form a soul contract. When your cultivation level improves in the future, this deity's spiritual consciousness can also be nourished, so you I have a win-win situation. In addition, you have to protect me from being sealed again by the Xianmen Decent Sect."
When Shen Quehan heard this verse, he couldn't help frowning, and said, "Is that why you promised him?"
Nan Feng reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth, probably trying to pretend to be relaxed, but unfortunately it was really difficult to maintain, because at that time he really had nowhere to go, and Shen Quehan died for no reason. It took hundreds of years of practice to get a master of Qiu Changyin's level, but at that time, Qiu Changyin might have died of old age, who else could he turn to for revenge?
"Finally one day, I stood in front of Qiu Changyin and asked him if he still remembered you and why he wanted to kill you."
Shen Quehan looked at his face, and asked softly, "What did he say?"
Nanfeng's eyes were getting colder, and at this moment Shen Quehan saw the shadow of the demon king in folklore - the master of the demon clan who stood on the glazed pagoda and tore Qiu Changyin's soul alive, making the whole cultivation world frightened .
"He said, 'The dead Shen Quehan is a deplorable genius, and the living Shen Quehan is a scourge. He overwhelmed all the monks of the same age in the Xianmen sect. Could it be that the Xianmen sect will let Jiuyun be so dilapidated? Has the sect raised a future sword master?'”
Shen Quehan pulled him over and hugged Nanfeng tightly.
"Because of this kind of thing..."
Nanfeng gritted his teeth and tried his best to hold back his crying, and pressed his eyes on his shoulders. The 100 years of long pain in his heart was about to burn him dry: "Because of this kind of thing, they killed my senior brother .”
The author has something to say:
Today is such a poor little Nanfeng, woo woo
In addition, in the last chapter, I was driving a car, but no one saw it, damn it (biting the handkerchief, woo woo)