funbook-pk Chapter 143 The Little Fox Demon is Arrogant
Chapter 143 The Little Fox Demon is Arrogant
Rumble~
Outside the Void Island, there was suddenly thunder, dark clouds rolling, and lightning and thunder.
Waves of destructive terror suddenly struck.
Who would dare to enter this desolate overseas island at this time?
The face of the Dark Evil Realm Supreme was extremely gloomy, his eyes were cold and gloomy. He took a last look at the Void Island with reluctance and left this place unwillingly.
Although he was quite angry in his heart.
But thinking of Yun Zhonghe's identity.
He couldn't help but lick his lips, secretly evaluating Yun Zhonghe's value in his heart, and finally secretly suppressed the bloodthirstiness and cruelty in his eyes.
This lowly ant cannot be eaten now.
When the day comes that he annexes the fairyland, he will definitely roast Yun Zhonghe into beef jerky and eat it to relieve his hatred.
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However, what he didn't know was.
It's not far from the Void Island.
A bald monk with a face as white as warm jade and a handsome appearance was crossing the void, holding white jade Buddhist beads, and heading towards the island in the void.
The monk had a cinnabar-red mark on his forehead and stood in black robes. His posture was slender and straight, like the shadow of a bamboo swaying in the wind, solitary, upright and elegant.
His eyebrows were slightly raised, like a distant mountain covered with smoke, his nose was like a hanging gall bladder, and his lips were like red water lilies, red without any makeup.
His eyes were as bright as the stars in a sky lake, with a faint light surging in the clarity, as if containing a thousand years of Zen thoughts.
The brilliance of wisdom is hidden in the tranquility, and every step and every shadow has a transcendent charm, making those who see it forget the world and those who think about it enter the quiet world.
This person is none other than the evil monk Wunian that Huai Yan has been searching for.
Sensing the astonishing energy of the Tiancang Continent, a ray of blue flashed in his deep pupils.
Staring in the direction of Tiancang Continent, his entire temperament suddenly changed drastically.
"Who on earth are you? You were cut in half, yet you managed to survive. Now you've been reborn, reborn. Even gods descending to earth can be shaken. I'm truly increasingly curious!"
After saying this, Wu Nian felt a sharp pain in his soul as if it was being torn apart.
Under the white monk's robe, an extremely large, furry, snow-white tail was suddenly exposed, coiled loosely behind him.
His voice was low and hoarse as he sighed.
"The world really hasn't wronged you, monk. The fox's tail has been exposed."
The evil monk Wu Nian smiled bitterly, his voice sounded like scarlet jade, almost inaudible.
He sat down on the spot and skillfully used his spiritual power to draw a deep scar on the tip of his tail, deep enough to see the bone.
The gurgling blood soaked the fox fur and dripped down the fur on the tail onto his slightly pale palm.
The demon blood was extremely strange, a mixture of three colors: red, gold, and black and blue. It sizzled in his palm. The black and blue demon blood disappeared in an instant under the burning of the red blood of the Phoenix Ancestor and the golden blood of the Dragon Ancestor.
Wu Nian tightly grasped a piece of withered branch in his hand, his whole body aching and trembling.
His face was as pale as paper, and he bent over with difficulty, almost collapsing on the clouds.
The red-gold blood in his palm blended together and turned into a red-gold fireball, almost burning the palm of his right hand.
However, the red-gold blood seemed to be afraid of the dead leaves in the monk's hand, and extinguished the flames. It roared and roared at Wu Nian in anger, causing huge waves and blowing up clouds and mist, as if it wanted to destroy him completely!
"You little fox demon are so arrogant and conceited, you don't know your place. You actually dared to devour the blood of my Dragon Ancestor and Phoenix Ancestor. Sooner or later, I will make you pay the price!!"
The two wills of the ancient dragon and phoenix that shook the soul roared like thunder in the sea of consciousness.
Wu Nian only felt a sharp pain in his head, his eardrums buzzing, and the scenery in front of him seemed to be distorted.
His cheek muscles twitched and his throat felt sweet.
A mouthful of strange blue-black devil blood spurted out.
"Humph."
Wu Nian groaned and his face turned paler.
He flicked his fingers and a crystal clear pill appeared.
He swallowed it without hesitation, and the pill melted instantly, turning into a powerful and pure energy that flowed through his body, slightly alleviating his pain.
After completing all this, Wu Nian collapsed to the ground exhausted, his eyes blurred, staring into the void for a long time.
"How should I cope with the world when it insults me, bullies me, laughs at me, belittles me, tramples on me, deceives me, and slanders me?"
"I followed my master's orders, endured and gave in, let him go, avoided him, ignored him, but the world still refused to let me go. They killed my master and burned my Buddhist temple. I can no longer tolerate it..."
"To hell with all the suffering of sentient beings, let's save all sentient beings. To hell with if I don't go to hell, who will?"
The master was killed by the Buddhist beings who rushed into the temple. Before his death, he still asked Wu Nian to care about the people and not to retreat even if he suffered. This made Wu Nian suffer a lot.
"They were unkind first. If they are unkind, then I am unjust. Since that's the case—" Wu Nian slowly raised his head, a frightening light emanating from his dark pupils, "Then, I no longer need to follow the so-called 'Buddha's compassion.'"
The dusk is falling and the sky is dim.
The faint fragrance of grass and trees floated at the tip of his nose, penetrating into Wu Nian's mind, making his mind gradually clear and bright, and returning him to a state of wakefulness.
His eyes were cold and he was having difficulty breathing.
There was a bloody smell between his lips and teeth, and his lips were stained with a strange blood color.
"Since they want to die, then it's not my fault. This time... I won't run away again..."
"Aren't they going to kill me? Then come on, I'm not afraid. I want to see who dies first."
"Rather than being trampled and humiliated by thousands of people, I prefer this situation. I like the feeling of being hated and scolded by all living beings, yet helpless..."
"Madman..., you madman!" The two voices in his mind had never expected that he would be so paranoid and crazy. They were immediately pissed off and fell silent at the same time.
He finally managed to get through this round of competition.
Wu Nian breathed a sigh of relief, and his pale and trembling fingertips tightly grasped the branches and leaves in his hand.
He clasped his hands together in front of it with a grateful tone, knelt down, closed his eyes, and thanked it softly.
"Amitabha, thank you. Little guy, you saved me again. I think those two old guys seem to be quite afraid of you."
Every battle and confrontation with the Dragon and Phoenix ancestors would consume a lot of his energy and mind.
If he hadn't devoured the flesh and blood of the two of them, and hadn't held onto the remnant branch left behind by the Hibiscus Flower Demon, relying on its fragrance to sustain his life, with his half-demon body, he would never have survived until today.
And now, with the backlash of the half-demon blood in his body, Wu Nian could feel the twisted and hideous black threads spreading on the demon bones in his body.
Inspired by the blood of the dragon and phoenix ancestors, he seemed to be one step closer to his heart.
But it seemed that because of the mysterious, cold and refreshing fragrance, the black silk thread actually retreated a little.
Wu Nian was stunned, his eyes filled with shock and surprise.
"Thank you, little one."
"I shouldn't be able to die as a monk, right?!" Wu Nian lowered his eyes, carefully holding the dry branch in his hand, and murmured softly.
"It would be great if we could find the double-petaled hibiscus from back then. Who knows, maybe the monk could really survive..."
Wu Nian wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.
The moonlight poured down, illuminating his handsome and enchanting face, making his lips look as red as blood.
There was a faint dark and strange light rolling in the corners of his eyes, and a seductive curve appeared at the corners of his lips.
The smile was a little sick and desolate.
"It's just... I don't know if my old friend still remembers me..."
He slowly stood up and staggered towards the misty clouds.
The figure flickered, gradually moving further away until it disappeared into the vast sky and earth...