Xiaoqiu was still a little thin, but very healthy. The light food from Yangshen Peak did not make him hungry, but instead gave him a well-proportioned and strong body. His skin was not as dark as he was when he was a child, but it was not white. His lips were tightly closed, and even when he was thinking, he showed a look of not surrendering.

No wonder some people always say that they are too proud. Xiaoqiu finally admitted it and decided to correct it later.

The black candle on the table went down half again, and Xiaoqiu was startled. He didn't expect it to burn so quickly, so he hurriedly concentrated his energy again and approached his body little by little.

This is not an easy thing, it is even harder than letting a feather float towards the point of his goal. He can only move forward in an inch, and the "self" in front of him becomes clearer and clearer. He can even see his eyelids beating slightly, as if he is having a fierce dream.

At this time, Xiaoqiu was already facing the black candle, less than a foot away from his body, and he heard a sneering sound from behind, and the pale yellow light came to an abrupt end - the black candle had burned out.

Xiaoqiu suddenly realized that he didn't need to turn around at all. He could see behind him with just a change of thought: a stream of white smoke as thick as a finger rose on the table, which was all the traces left after the black candle was burned out.

The white smoke rose two feet high, changing direction toward Xiaoqiu's body, neither too slow nor too slow, and leisurely looked like a snake with a full belly that only wanted to find the sun.

Bai Yan passed through Xiaoqiu's eyes and drilled into his body nostrils.

When the last trace of white smoke disappeared, Xiaoqiu felt a thump in his mind, and then he seemed to be hooked by an invisible large iron hook, and suddenly jumped forward, uniting with his body.

Xiaoqiu on the bed opened his eyes and gasped with a big mouthful of breath on his back. He hadn't breathed for too long, as if the drowning man had just been awakened. After a while, he sat up straight again, and then he realized that something was more in front of him.

Perhaps this thing has always been there because the floating position is where the "eyes" just now are.

It is a light blue body, with a head, body and limbs, and no shortage of nose, eyes, ears and mouths. But it is definitely just a thing. If Pei Zihan, who has a tail, is a monster, is definitely a young demon who has just taken human form.

It is less than one foot tall, skinny and bone-skinned, with a slightly bulging belly, and a dry branch-like arms hanging over the knees, with a monkey-like face, two sharp teeth exposed beside the mouth, a pair of disproportionately swelling ears, and a nose raised high, as if the fingers were growing in the wrong place. The two small and round eyes were as yellow as golden souls, but the pupils in the middle were red.

It was also staring at Xiaoqiu, as if a little confused.

The two sides looked at each other. After three breaths, they suddenly made movements at the same time. The young demon turned around and flew towards the door, while Xiaoqiu jumped up and reached out to catch one of its dry calf.

The young demon's power was amazing. Xiaoqiu didn't hold it, but was dragged out of the bed. He turned over and pressed the young demon's legs firmly in his arms, pressing the whole body of his strength.

The young demon spoke, and his voice was like a group of crabs shaking, clicking, and Xiaoqiu couldn't understand a word. Seeing the young demon struggling hard and opening his mouth to bite, he definitely said something was not a good thing.

Xiaoqiu only knows one thing. If its voice is heard and attracted outsiders, he will be dead. The scholars probably don’t need to ask the master to take away his Taoist roots and turn him into a bunch of walking corpses.

He stretched out one hand to block the young demon's mouth, but in order to avoid the two rows of sharp teeth, he escaped by it.

You must never let the young demon come out of the house. Xiao Qiu snatched the front and rushed to the door without thinking about using a move from the female ancestor's bone-forging fist. He hit the young demon's heart and knocked it back several feet.

The young demon showed a strange expression on his ugly face. I don’t know if it was pain or surprise, but it was certainly angry, like an arrow rushing towards a human blocking the way, dancing with his arms and mouth wide open, it seemed that he was trying his best.

Xiaoqiu also has to fight to the death.

This is a battle of great contrast. On one side is a fifteen-year-old human boy, down-to-earth, making the female ancestor's bone-forging fist, fighting without saying a word; on the other side is a light blue creature that is not more than a ruler, flying in the air, biting it in a mess, with no rules at all, and making clicks from the mouth from time to time. Xiaoqiu no longer thinks this is language, but feels more like the roar of a wild beast.

Both sides were evenly matched. The young demon's thin body seemed to contain endless power. Every time he fought to get out of Xiaoqiu's control, he kicked his little foot, as hard as a stick.

After more than a dozen moves, the two sides still had no choice but to win. At this moment, the door knocked outside, and then the door was pushed open.

Daliang Shen Xiuming stood at the door, with a bit of surprise on his sleepy face, "Brother Xiaoqiu, what are you trying to do?"

Xiaoqiu turned her head, her heart was about to stop beating, "I..."

Daliang rubbed his eyes and yawned, "You are still practicing boxing in the middle of the night, so I can't even sleep."

Xiaoqiu was stunned, and then found that the ugly young demon in front of him had disappeared without a trace, and he was still fighting. He turned around in the spot, the house was very small, and it was obvious at a glance. Xiaoqiu even bent down and glanced at the bed a few times. The young demon indeed disappeared, just as it appeared out of thin air, and disappeared inexplicably.

"Brother Xiaoqiu, what's wrong with you?" Daliang asked worriedly. Xiaoqiu's behavior was obviously not normal.

"Nothing." Xiaoqiu let out a long sigh, "I have succeeded in the severe heavenly tribulation."

"Really?" Daliang shouted excitedly, then frowned, "Why didn't you ask me to help you with the door?"

"It happened too suddenly, not too late."

Xiaoqiu sat on the chair and gasped. After a while, he approached Daliang and pinched his arm hard. Daliang jumped up in place because of pain and almost hit the roof. "You don't have to pinch people when you die!"

"Prick me too." Xiaoqiu stretched out his arm.

Daliang hesitated for a moment and pinched Xiaoqiu's arm hard: "Is this a celebration of the disaster?"

Xiaoqiu was so painful that tears almost flowed out, but he was very happy, very happy, and even laughed out loud.

Some disciples in other houses woke up and stood at the door and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Who is it that you still let people sleep?"

Xiaoqiu pushed Daliang out and whispered: "That's right, this is celebration. Go to bed quickly."

The next day, the news that Xiaoqiu had successfully passed the disaster failed to become the most popular thing. After all, this was already expected by everyone. In the dining room, the disciples were talking about it.

"Why did Pang Shan take in non-demon disciples?" One disciple asked loudly, as if Master Pang Shan was standing in front of him. "I heard that other Taoist priests were investigated very strictly, even if they had a little demon bloodline."

No one answered his doubts, nor did anyone refute his wishes.

Xiaoqiu didn't say anything. Instead, he wanted to ask Fangfang why he didn't tell him about Pei Zihan's tail. Although he was not a non-demon friend, he had never been hostile and was even willing to provide help.

But the next few days were very busy, and Fangfang and Xiao Qingtao no longer went to Banyuelin to practice qigong at night, and Xiaoqiu could not find the opportunity to talk to her alone.

Lin Dujiao congratulated Xiaoqiu. Xiaoqiu hesitated and did not say anything about the young demon. Everyone may have a unique experience when they survive the disaster. Since the task is completed, the special thing is not worthy of being told by outsiders.

Xiaoqiu firmly believed that his severe Niwan Palace Heavenly Tribulation was very complete, and he also believed that the last bit of demons hidden in his body might have disappeared with the young demons.
Chapter completed!