Sign In For A Hundred Years, Gou Cheng, The Ancestor Of Sect

Chapter 152 Vermillion Bird Sky Fire

A person screamed in his mind for a long time, and Zhao Fei actually felt dry and dry, but the system was silent as if it never existed.

“Am I not your master? You cannot condense Spirit Power in the devil world. Your master may be killed by the devil at any time!”

In the helpless rebuke, another voice besides Zhao Fei finally appeared in the soul space, but it was the realm demon who turned into the Vermillion Bird Skyfire.

“Find out that there is a huge gap between the two identities of the host and the host. You should not raise your own value.”

Although Zhao Fei was surprised, there was always another person who was able to appear, always a little joyful as he saw hope.

“Hey, why are you still here?”

Suddenly, the temperature in the firewood room rose sharply, and a crimson phantom turned into the opposite of Zhao Fei. It was a realm demon with the appearance of silver-haired Zhao Fei.

“As the incarnation of the realm demon, I have come to the demon world at this moment. It should be considered appropriate to use the word like a fish to get water? Do you think I will disappear completely, unless you are stupid and killed people, I really can’t survive .”

Zhao Fei was anxious, and did not forget to take out the ice talisman to cool down in the firewood room, so as not to be noticed prematurely.

“What the hell is going on, did I come to the Demon Realm to use Moon Pupil continuously, causing the Spirit Power to temporarily deplete?”

The realm demon sneered: “Two different interfaces naturally have different powers. It is not your problem that you cannot condense Spirit Power at this moment, but that there is no Spirit Power in this demon world, and you are exhausted. After Spirit Power came to the Demon World through Jinghu, it was naturally impossible to condense Spirit Power again to recover.”

“Then am I going to be a useless person?” Zhao Fei was a little bit depressed. He wanted to find the ancient rhyme in his state, and he didn’t know how long he would wait.

The realm demon sneered, and the sarcasm was revealed.

“This doesn’t exactly fulfill your wish. An Anxin is an indisputable waste.”

Zhao Fei was annoyed: “What nonsense, will you be alright when I die? What should I do next?”

“The Continent of Nine Provinces prides itself on being righteous. The cultivator absorbs and condenses it and calls it Spirit Power. The Demon Realm is originally an extremely barren land, but with countless years of development, the sky below is also full of devilish energy, but I don’t know if you can use the habit. ”

Realm Demon wasn’t a daunting character, he could be said to be the most able to appreciate the existence of Zhao Fei’s mood swings.

“Demon Qi…” Zhao Fei quickly meditated in Lotus Position after hearing the words, feeling the so-called magic energy floating in the air.

Sure enough, as long as you settle down a little, you can easily absorb the ubiquitous demon energy.

It’s just that as a cultivator, Zhao Fei suddenly showed a strong rejection reaction.

After several breaths, Zhao Fei slowly opened his eyes, and those pupils actually began to show a strange purple evil glow.

“Haha, after all, you still absorbed the demon energy. As long as you stay in this demon world for a day, the Spirit Power in your body will not condense. Don’t try to make it more refined. You can only reconsolidate the demon energy to Ascension strength, otherwise you will even protect yourself. Can’t do it!”

The realm demon Jiejie laughed wildly, as if he had encountered something pleasant.

Zhao Fei’s vigor all over his body, the devilish energy radiated for a short time, and the sound of wooden fish in his ears also stopped.

“Devil energy, who is condensing the devil energy?!” The monks walked out of the palace one after another, as if they were facing an enemy.

When the realm demon saw this, he smiled coldly and raised his eyebrows and said, “Kill them and you enter the demon world. The fewer people you know, the safer you are.”

“What’s wrong, isn’t this the Demon Realm? Why are these monks so hostile to Demon Qi?” Zhao Fei was extremely puzzled. He had just stepped into a new world, making him a little confused.Soon, a crowd of monks in gray monk clothes surrounded the wood house, surrounded by an abbot in the center.

The abbot is dressed in a precious Kasaya, and he is indeed solemn, and his compassion is manifested under the two white eyebrows.

“Donor, please talk in person. Fanhai Temple is strictly prohibited from condensing demonic energy. If there is a misunderstanding, it needs to be solved as soon as possible.”

Zhao Fei was refreshed when he heard the words, and immediately got up to go out.

But the realm demon suddenly changed, and appeared in Zhao Fei’s hand as a long scarlet sword.

“You still have this kind of ability? This knife looks quite a bit of momentum, it’s better to call it Vermillion Bird Skyfire!”

However, when the voice fell, the Vermillion Bird Skyfire Sword was included in the system space by Zhao Fei. At least the monks outside the door have not yet reached the point where they must go to war.

And with Zhao Fei’s strength at the moment, he actually has no confidence to do anything with anyone. After all, the situation of the Demon World is completely blank, and even many places are very different from what he once imagined.

When he walked out of the wood house, Zhao Fei was also upright, neither humble nor overbearing, so he gave the Buddhist rituals.

“The Zen Master, I entered your temple by mistake. I really didn’t intend to disturb you Qingxiu, sorry!”

The gray-clothed monk was empty-handed, and there was indeed no sign of doing it. The abbot was also kind and good-eyed when he heard the words, and seemed to be a very good talking character.

But Zhao Fei noticed that everyone, including the abbot, was looking at himself, especially his own head, as if some kind of strange flowers were growing on his face.

“Condensing the devilish energy, but there is no magic horn on the forehead. Could the donor come from the mainland of Kyushu?”

Zhao Fei whispered in surprise, but didn’t intend to hide it: “The Zen Master’s Dharma Eye has just entered the Demon Realm. He is still unclear about many of the rules here, and I hope to forgive me.”

The abbot flashed a moment of hesitation, but smiled and waved his hand: “Since it is a misunderstanding, where is the sin mentioned? Lao Na has no forgiveness. I don’t know that the little friend is famous?”

“Um…” Zhao Fei thought about telegraphing, after all, he still couldn’t reveal too much information at once: “Under the Yan Chuanxiao.”

It was a pseudonym, but Zhao Fei believed that if Gu Yun was always waiting for him, he would soon understand the true identity behind the pseudonym after hearing the three characters Yan Chuanxiao.

The Abbot Wushe seemed to see through Zhao Fei’s thoughts, but did not entangle too much.

“Yan Chuanxiao, the name of the benefactor’s soaring air is eye-catching, and it must be a very prestigious cultivator in the mainland of Kyushu.”

Zhao Fei chuckled noncommitantly. It was not a good experience to be watched by so many people.

The Abbot Wushe immediately noticed, waved his hand and smiled: “It’s alright, Junior Brother Wuyue quickly bring everyone back to the halls, don’t stay here.”

“Yes.” A monk dressed in yellow agreed, and immediately left with the gray-robed monks in an orderly manner. Actually, no one looked back at Zhao Fei again.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Fei really didn’t have any more feelings other than lamenting that these monks took precepts and self-discipline.

“Donor Yan, since you have just entered the demon world, why not sit with the poor monk?” The abbot Wu She gave up a path sideways, making Zhao Fei unable to refuse.

After hesitating for a while, Zhao Fei followed the Abbot Wu She into the side hall. He happened to inquire about the Devil Realm. Everything in front of him was too unexpected, and countless mysteries were hanging in Zhao Fei’s mind waiting to be uncovered.

The furnishings in the side hall are simple, teenager-like little monk has diligent legs and feet, holding a pot of tea, and closing the wooden door backwards.

Abbot Wu She moved gently, pushing a cup of tea in front of Zhao Fei’s eyes.

“Why did the donor Yan venture into the demon world? I wonder if it is inconvenient for Fang to talk to the poor monk?”