Chapter 94 The Devil's Whisper
Meng Zifei is so thoughtful. Considering everything that happened in Kongcang Mountain in recent days, how could he not hear the hidden meaning in this person's words.
His face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he said with an extremely angry expression: "Get rid of the idea in your mind!"
"Hahaha."
The man in purple robe said The hearty laughter completely inconsistent with that ferocious ghost face: "Devil World Six" He is the supreme power that the world dreams of, even Wen Yu, who was born in Taixuanzong, covets it. Mr. Meng is good at face-saving, and his attitude of avoiding others is indeed righteous, but what is he thinking in his heart? Only you know.”
As he spoke, the man slowly raised his arm, and his index finger with distinct knuckles seemed to point out casually, but it was pointed directly at Meng Zifei's heart.
Mencius heard this man's words with unfathomable certainty, and a surge of anger at being despised suddenly rose in his heart:
"Don't take that little person Wen Yu. If you put a trap on me, no matter how powerful the demon sect's technique is, it is just an evil act that takes away the human rights, and it is a way that cannot be tolerated by nature! "You should be punished!"
The sound of tutting was heard from under the evil ghost's mask, and the man shook his head slowly, with a regretful tone: "If it is true as Mr. Meng said, the person who deserves to be punished for this crime will bear the brunt of it." It shouldn’t be you, right?”
“Don’t try to seduce my Taoist heart!”
Mr. Meng's face was unusually solemn and resolute, and a hand quietly clasped behind his back was silently performing the wind-inducing technique.
Even though he knew that the man in front of him was extremely humane and there was no possibility of him killing him, he was never willing to just sit back and wait for death.
Meng Zifei’s eyes were fixed on the opponent’s ghost face, and he wanted to at least know what this person looked like.
If you are lucky enough to go back alive, you will live up to Brother Si Chen’s high expectations.
“To confuse the Taoist mind? Mr. Meng is really overthinking this.”
The man in purple robe smiled indifferently, and the finger pointing at his heart trembled slightly, and a thorn emerged from the ground where Meng Zifei's heel was, and mercilessly pierced the palm of Meng Zifei's hand.
The strong wind that had just risen in the valley fell silent for an instant, and the bright red blood stained the ground red.
However, before Meng Zifei had time to respond, he heard the other party say something shocking again: "Mr. Meng said that my demon sect's skills can lead people to greatness, but now the power that is shining in your chest is Is the spirit root your own, Mr. Meng?”
Meng Zifei’s mind was like a thunderbolt.
The color on his handsome face suddenly faded, and he could not utter a word through his pursed lips. His whole body was so numb that he could not even feel the penetrating pain in his palm.
The breeze blows and the leaves rustle.
As the broken hair on Meng Zifei's forehead flickered, a purple afterimage flashed in front of his eyes, and the strange man appeared in front of him instantly.
The ferocious ghost face was extremely close to the tip of Meng Zifei’s nose.
A cold breath hit his face, and the deep eyes under the mask held the darkness that could see through the heart and soul.
Meng Zifei narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw that, and said with a slightly malicious smile:
"Mr. Meng, you are so courageous. You didn't worry even if your ancient Fuchen Road and your sword Chenyue were taken away from you. Instead, you came here to cause trouble for me. If she knew about it, in Jiuquan I’m sure I’ll cry.”
“Stop talking!” Meng Zifei shouted loudly, and his bloody palm crushed the iron-hard soil thorn in his palm. Break!
His red eyes were filled with endless regret and pain, and he looked directly into those eyes like grinding his teeth and sucking blood:
"Since you know this, you should You know how much I hate the Demon Sect! If I hadn’t been obsessed for a while, how would I have listened to the bewitchment of the young master of the Jiuyuan Mountain Ghost Sect!”
There was a sudden pain in my heart. It turned out that the slender index finger of the man in purple robe was pointing at my heart.
The fingertips were as sharp as a knife, piercing through the clothes and fabrics, sinking into the flesh and blood, and pointed directly at the gentle spiritual root at the heart.
He moved the spiritual root with his fingers maliciously, looking at the other party's face as pale as paper, as if he had found twisted pleasure in Meng Zifei's painful soul.
"Hahaha, bewitched? If it weren't for the crazy desire in your heart, how could the young master of the ghost sect with his sharp tongue be able to shake your heart.
After a lapse of time For two hundred years, Master Meng, you have been doing heroic deeds everywhere, saving lives and healing the wounded, and overcoming the sufferings of mortals, aren't you just to atone for the sin in your heart?
Shang Ying is not the only one who died because of you. Who do you want to show to you now that you have done so many good things? ”
Under such a pair of eyes with no murderous intent, Meng Zifei actually took three steps back.
Under the gentle smile but extremely vicious words of the man in purple robe , there seemed to be something in his bright eyes that seemed to be full of fire. Something is slowly breaking.
However, that person is a demon with a pure and warm appearance, and has no intention of letting him go.
"The spirit that was stolen. The root is indeed very useful. Mr. Meng, right, recognize the reality and himself? Although you have regrets in your heart, you have to admit that in the past two hundred years, the pleasure of taking control of the power in your own hands after breaking through the situation is the long road to immortality that you long for. Even if you are given another chance to choose again, You would still choose to do this, right? ”
"No...I won't..." Meng Zifei's expression was extremely painful, and his fearful words seemed to be trying his best to prove something.
It’s just that his distracted eyes are really unconvincing.
“No, you can!” The man in purple robe said with great certainty.
“Even if Shang Ying is your most beloved woman, knowing that her spiritual root will be damaged if she loses her spiritual roots, and her longevity is even far less than that of a mortal, you still set up that game and gained incredible results. The power that belongs to you."
Slowly withdrawing the bloody index finger, he did not touch Meng Zifei's spiritual root, but gently patted his cheek with his palm, as if to slap him. Awake.
"Now, with a new and more powerful power in front of you, and having inherited the river of blood, you will stand on the top of the world, what are the Thirteen Swords of Tianxi, what are the Nine Taixuan Classics, and the Cangwu Shizang Hall! They will eventually become the blood at your feet Se Jishi.
So what are you still hesitating about? Come to me, there is a vast scenery that you can never imagine." His voice was full of bewitching power. His eyes began to tremble crazily.
In the end, he subconsciously touched the familiar position on his arm. The fly whisk was no longer there, just as the person buried on the hills of Guangmeng City would never appear in front of him again.
He exhaled slowly, and the muscles all over his body relaxed as if deflated, but the extinguished flame in his eyes rekindled.
Meng Zifei pushed away the palm on his cheek expressionlessly and said coldly: "It turns out that your goal was not Wen Yu all along, but me."
(End of this chapter)