suddenly.

The light curtain was broken and turned into ten thousand pieces, and the Taoist ancestor and the demon ancestor in the light curtain also turned into nothingness.

Time passes minute by minute.

The pictures in the light curtain gradually reorganized and became the scene in this courtyard again.

It is still this locust tree.

But it is no longer a small sapling, but a big tree about a meter tall.

The dense branches and leaves block the sun's light and hang down thick shadows.

There was a person standing under the locust tree.

His body was half in the sun and half in the shadow of the lyrics tree.

Half is surrounded by pure yang fairy spirit, while the other half is assisted by black aura, which makes people feel particularly uneasy.

"Senior brother, since you are here, why not come in?"

Ziwei Daozu walked into the yard, and the imperial star seal on his eyebrows became brighter, but his face looked a little haggard.

He looked at the Blood Moon Demon Ancestor under the Linghuai Tree and smiled and said, "Junior brother, a bald man has come to the other world. He is quite capable. His skills can help people subdue greed, anger, ignorance, and even purify the ominous aura."

"I have asked him for help. As long as you are willing to practice with him for three years, you can eliminate the demonic energy and return to the right path."

Blood Moon Demon Ancestor: "Senior Brother also thinks, have I entered the devil's path?" Ziwei Daozu shook his head: "I believe that my junior brother is pure and good-natured, but he is obsessed with research and went astray for a while."

"As long as my junior brother is willing to look back, we will do our best to help you eliminate the ominous demonic energy."

The Blood Moon Demon Ancestor was silent for a while and sneered: "The 'Aura of All Changes' I have cultivated is not the same energy as the ominous aura derived from the dragon veins. It will not affect the temperament and lead to bloodthirsty and tyranny of the monks."

"Others don't understand, do you, brother, don't you believe me either?"

"I have created most of the 'Wanhua Breathing Method'. This breathing method can transform the ominous aura into pure demonic energy."

"Use ominous energy as the energy of practice, so that even if the spiritual energy is exhausted, you can still practice normally."

"Senior brother wants to open a way for future generations. I will help you with all my might. Why don't you believe me?"

Ziwei Daozu said in a gentle tone, "I believe in you, junior brother."

"But the black aura on your body is indeed very different from the righteous way. I can tolerate it, but the righteous way may not be tolerated. Why don't you go and see that monk?"

The Blood Moon Demon Ancestor's eyes gradually became cold.

The nine-wheeled blood-colored waning moon slowly rotated: "I have seen that bald donkey, my head is full of bags, and IQ is a problem."

"Don't eat meat, drink alcohol, and be stained with sex, and temper the golden body with suffering and pain? This method of subduing the six desires and purifying the ominous is impossible to popularize."

"What's more, there is no ominous energy in my body, so why do you want to follow the bald man to practice?"

"Since you don't believe me, please leave!"

Ziwei Daozu: "Junior brother..."

Blood Moon Demon Ancestor: "Not giving away."

...

Rush up and hug him.

kiss……

Warm him!

This kind of middle-aged, arrogant, extreme rebellious personality is a stubborn donkey. What do you want to talk to him about "turning back is the shore"?

Just spoil him directly, support him, and melt him with love? Wang Ming was anxious to look at him.

The picture in the light curtain was broken again, and then reorganized again. At this time, the spiritual locust tree was several feet tall, completely covering the Blood Moon Demon Ancestor under the tree.

He was wearing black armor, with a majestic and upright body, a ferocious Shura mask on his face, and a Shura knife in his hand.

The black demonic energy has completely replaced the fairy energy and completely enveloped the whole body.

It looks like it can't help but fight.

"Ziwei, are you here?"

The Blood Moon Demon Ancestor's voice was indifferent and he looked directly at the purple-robed Taoist priest opposite him.

I don’t know how many years have passed, Ziwei Daozu Junyi’s face has also become a bit more vicissitudes.

His face was a little gloomy: "Junior brother, how can you play with your soul and cultivate this taboo monster?"

The Demon Ancestor smiled and said, "Who said this is a monster? This is the best way to solve the depletion of spiritual energy and the rise of turbid air, no doubt." The Dao Ancestor said, "However, this kind of monster feeds on the souls of monks and ominous turbid air, which is too dangerous!"

The Demon Ancestor said calmly: "The White Walkers will not attack living people, they will only go to the funeral after the monk dies.

"All things are indestructible and will be reincarnated. As for the three souls and seven spirits, they are the memories of the past, and they will dissipate before they are reincarnated."

"Instead of wasting it, feed these White Walkers and let them purify the ominous aura in the abyss."

"It is better to let the White Walker be eroded by the turbid air and fall into chaos than to let humans be infected by the ominous air! What's more, the White Walker can produce crystals."

"This crystal is a perfect supplement to enhance the power of the soul, even better than the power of faith."

"Ziwei, you really should try that feeling."

"It's amazing!"

Looking at the intoxicating gaze under the Shura mask.

Daozu snorted coldly: "Junior brother, have you ever thought about it? What would happen if the White Walker escaped from your control?"

"Your experiment is against the will of heaven and poor control, which can easily lead to world-destruction disasters."

The Blood Moon Demon Ancestor sneered: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"I have set up restrictions in all the White Walkers, erasing their reproductive ability, so they cannot reproduce in large quantities."

"And the survival of White Walkers requires the 'ominous' in the abyss, which also limits them and prevents them from leaving the dragon vein world."

"As long as I am still here, the White Walkers will not be able to escape from control."

"And, the White Walker is between tangible and invisible, and has countless possibilities of change that can bring me endless inspiration and materials."

"Maybe by studying the White Walkers, I can find a way to completely solve the problem of practice."

"Ziwei."

"At that time, I promise you to destroy all the White Walkers."

Ziwei Daozu said bitterly: "There is no absolute in the world. Junior brother, your current actions have completely fallen into the devil's path!"

"Devil's Way?"

The Demon Ancestor sneered: "The prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain."

"From the beginning of our worship, you have always been the scorching sun in the sky, shining brightly, and are known as the hope of Jiuzhou."

"And me?"

"Just because of my eccentric appearance, even if I do good deeds, I will be considered to be 'an other intention'."

"Even though they are also looking for a way out for the world of cultivation, those people say that I have become stronger for cultivation, blasphemy of my soul, and they say that I am a peerless devil?"

"good!"

"Since everyone thinks I am like a demon, so what if I become a demon?"

"From now on, the Jiuzhou Demon Sect will regard me as its ancestor!"

"Ziwei, you go!

In the gradually broken picture, the Blood Moon leader waved his long sword and his black robe shattered in the sharp edge.

Cut the robe and break the meaning!

...

The picture is broken again.

When the light curtain was reorganized for the last time, the locust tree had grown to more than ten feet tall.

A flower bed was opened under the tree, with many daylily planted inside, and the yellow petals swayed in the wind, looking very beautiful.

The Demon Ancestor walked under the Lingyuan Tree, did not wear the Shura mask, nor became anyone else.

He was holding a little girl about three years old in his hand, holding a bouquet of blooming daylily flowers in his hand, with a bright smile on his face.

"Dad~"

The spiritual locust tree covers most of the courtyard.

The Demon Ancestor led the girl, walked from the light to the shadow, and then walked out of the shadow, disappearing into the sunshine on the other side.

Buzz ~!

The picture shattered again.

This time, it did not reorganize, but completely dissipated.

...

Wang Ming slowly walked under the Lingyuan Tree, and traces could be seen faintly in the flower bed next to him.
Chapter completed!