I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon Chapter 307: Sword Classics

Listen to this weird man whose head is shrouded in mist.

Xiaoman couldn't help but walked in.

As soon as she entered the door, the first thing she felt was countless spying consciousness.

These gods are extremely crazy, extremely deformed, and extremely distorted.

In the face of their madness, deformity and distortion, the demon may not even be qualified to carry shoes!

Because Xiaoman faced a pill formation stage demon directly.

But, she didn't feel like she does now.

She felt like a fish crawling up the beach, and she ran into a huge crocodile head-on.

It was like a small deer grazing on the grassland, but when I took a look, there was a hungry white tiger lying in the grass!

Apart from closing your eyes and waiting to die, there is no second end!

This makes Xiaoman tremble.

Fortunately, the weird voice came from behind: "Guest, please sit down..."

All the horrors, craziness and distortions disappeared in this sound instantly, as if they had never existed.

Xiaoman swallowed, and could only sit on a strange rectangular chair designated by him as the strange man asked.

This chair is as strange as this weird person.

After Xiaoman sat up, his whole body immediately stood up.

Her spirit is screaming in fear.

Because...

She swallowed...

She knows, what kind of leather is the leather wrapped on this chair...

A fairy-level devil skin!

Moreover, it is a demon in the void, caught by people alive, skinned alive!

Because, when Xiaoman sat down, her eyes were hazy.

She seemed to see, a terrible monster, rampaging in the void.

He grabbed a demon that was so powerful that it almost condensed its body into a solid body.

"This is good leather..."

"The owner will like it after he is born..."

So, this extremely powerful demon was directly skinned alive!

Xiaoman shook his head quickly, the illusion before him disappeared.

She knew that this was the memory left in the skin of the demon she was sitting on, and the instinctive reaction when she encountered a creature of the same origin.

It's warning!

The source of the world’s calamities, the demon, whose mission is to destroy the world, is warning its food.

It's dangerous here...

It's very dangerous here...

Run!

Run!

Xiaoman swallowed and saw the weird person, picked up a strange thin object, and walked to an equally strange thing that seemed to be a fairy.

He pressed a certain mechanism.

The rushing hot water came out of the fairy vessel.

"Guest..." The weird man walked up to Xiaoman with the thin transparent water cup: "Please have tea..."

Little Man took it tremblingly.

The water cup is very thin, and the tea in the cup is very hot.

She put it in front of her and looked at the tea in the teacup.

A few golden leaves float in the water glass.

The aura that was so full that it almost turned into liquid lingered on the cup.

Sniffing gently, Xiaoman feels that his soul is light, and the soul is even more solid.

"Xiancha! Definitely Xiancha!"

"Also, maybe it is the emperor tea that the emperor of the legend is qualified to drink!"

According to legend, the emperor of heaven planted a supreme fairy tea tree.

When the tea tree sprouts three hundred years old, the emperor ordered the emperor to personally pick it and fry it with the supreme technique.

A mortal will be able to live and live a long life without any disease and disaster.

With one sip, you can be otherworldly and even soar!

Because of its magical effect, so few fairy gods in the sky have ever drank it!

Now, here, the cup of tea that this strange man handed over is comparable to the emperor's favorite tea!

This made the shock in Xiao Man's heart beyond words.

"How is it?" The weird asked: "Guest, my tea is good!"

"This is a gift from a guest..."

When Xiaoman listened, he was even more shocked.

Sent it? !

Sent from a guest?

What does this show?

This shows that this weird man is capable of planting such immortal tea, and he has to curry favor with him, even at the expense of gifts such as emperor tea, in order to gain trust and closeness.

"Your tea is really good..." Xiaoman trembling hands, picked up the teacup, and took a careful sip. The rich aura mixed with the indescribable tea, refreshed and cleansed his mind.

This is indeed a fairy tea of ​​the Emperor Tea level.

After taking a bite, Xiao Man feels that his soul has become lighter and more stable.

This at least saved her years of polishing her soul!

This means that the average demon can no longer easily break her mind.

This allows her to go further in the future!

Provide longer protection for her folks and elders!

So she couldn't help taking another sip.

"Hey!" The weirdo was very satisfied with Xiaoman's knowledge, his proud voice lingered directly in Xiaoman's ear: "Guest, you like it!"

Next, he sat across from Xiao Man.

The flow of fire in the eye sockets is spinning like yin and yang.

Meow!

A kitten, I don't know when, appeared at his feet.

The kitten barked softly.

Xiao Man looked at it, then his eyes stared.

A splendid huge building stacked on top of each other is reflected in the shadow behind this kitten.

Countless people's prayers and wishes are coming.

This is a god!

A **** who protects one party and protects one party!

A cat has become a god!

Such a thing, even before Tianqing, was extremely rare.

So...

Xiaoman looked at the kitten, she nodded slightly, conveying a friendly meaning to the other party.

But the cat **** is very proud.

It raised its head arrogantly, and then touched the weird man's trouser legs affectionately.

Like a pet, acting like a baby to the owner.

"Little boy..." The weird man reached out his hand and touched the head of the cat god, like a normal owner to comfort his pet: "When I finish my work, I will play with you!"

Meow!

The kitten screamed obediently and lay down extremely docilely.

And the weirdo looked at Xiaoman, those two flashes, rising, transforming, and evolving.

Just looking at the two points of fire, Xiao Man couldn't help but think of the content recorded in the Dao Lu.

One life two, two life three, three life all things.

The flow of fire is like the flame of the first life.

The flame spit out from the candle dragon's mouth.

It creates time and space.

Clear and muddy are also separated.

Allowing the fresh air to rise and the turbid air to fall, shaping the sky and the earth.

Just heard the weirdo ask: "Guest, you can talk to me..."

"What kind of book do you want?"

He looked at Xiaoman, and in the flames, there was an indisputable and irrefutable truth.

I have everything you want here.

It has everything!

There is nothing I don’t have here.

Whether you know it or not.

Whether it is what you want or what you don't want.

I have them here!

As long as you can afford it, then you can take them away!

Xiaoman felt this will, of course she did not dare to question it.

But...

"Can I pay the price?" Xiaoman asked himself.

She looked at this weird bookstore again.

Here, there is nothing she recognizes.

There was a fairy lamp hanging from her head, it was a lamp she couldn't understand.

No traces of oil or burning were seen.

It was just like that, emitting a light that the mist couldn't hide, guiding her here.

Above the fairy lights, there are slates of strange unknown materials.

These stone slabs are embedded with each other, in a way that Xiaoman has never seen before.

In the crevices of those slabs, something terrible is curled up inside.

They are extremely powerful, but shivering and afraid to show up.

The weird chair sitting under the buttocks is wrapped in the skin of a fairy-level god.

This demon was alive and skinned by a terrible thing while alive.

Furthermore, its spirit was peeled off together and filled in this chair.

On the opposite chair, there is also a chair wrapped in the skin of a fairy god.

Xiaoman could clearly feel that the weird person was sitting on that chair, his weight pressed on the skin of the heavenly demon, causing the heavenly demon soul in that piece of heavenly demon skin to rise and fall in pain.

But this actually serves as a massage.

On both sides of the wall, there are a series of strange and terrifying portraits.

On those portraits, Xiaoman vaguely felt the powerful existences that she didn't dare to look directly at. In those portraits, she curled up carefully.

They dare not show up in front of the weirdo.

All of this is enough to explain that this weird person is the master of this misty world.

Everything here is his pets, servants and guards.

He controls this, he controls this, and he controls it.

Even the mist may be just his nursing home.

Guard the door and clean up the filthy nursing home for him.

So, the pill-forming Heavenly Demon was killed at the moment it was shrouded in mist!

Then even the flesh and soul were evaporated.

This is the responsibility of the nursing homes.

The master's territory must not be filthy!

It must be clean!

In front of such a powerful existence, in his terrible territory.

Xiaoman understands that even if she puts all her flesh and blood and soul on it, she probably won't match the fur of any of his artifacts here.

So...

Xiaoman woke up when he thought of this.

"Why would he allow me to come here?" Xiaoman thought of the key.

Such a powerful ancient fairy god, an ancient existence comparable to the candle dragon.

If he doesn't want to, no one can see him.

Only in the case of his approval, outsiders may see him and contact him.

Otherwise, even if you accidentally break into this mist, you will definitely be cleared by the mist.

Like the Heaven Demon in the pill formation stage, even the slightest ashes were not left, and it was evaporated.

So, Xiaoman understands.

He may need to fake his hands to do something.

Or maybe it's just because I am pleasing to my eyes, I just want to see myself and give another chance.

Either way, it shows that she can pay the price he wants.

Thinking of this, Xiao Man gets excited.

She asked cautiously: "Your Excellency, do you have a sword script here?"

Xiaoman understands that this ancient fairy **** probably has countless ancient sword books in her hands that she can't imagine and recognize.

Maybe, there are powerful sword scriptures that even the gods can't even imagine.

But the point is, will he be willing to sell these ancient and powerful secrets to her?

So, after asking this question, Xiao Man became nervous.

She is afraid of being rejected as well as being allowed.

Ling Ping'an listened to Xiao Gun...Well, what the little girl said, he immediately laughed: "Sword Sutra?"

"Sword Classics are good..."

He was so happy, so happy!

He happens to have many Guwu books here that have not been sold for a long time.

When he was in college, he pierced the so-called Guwu master's painting skin, and bought it from the market because of curiosity, and planned to study it as a new book material.

Um...

Basically, it's something very mysterious.

Lingping's watched some, and I always feel that these so-called ancient martial arts are almost like Huyou.

What is it, God...

It's messy.

What else is required to save time in the morning and dusk, and practice at midday.

Just look at it and know that this is what fools people who don’t understand science.

But...

Don't say anything, just write it, it's really good!

Relying on these materials, Ling Ping'an wrote a book of "Guwu Chuanren in the City". Subscription is OK, at least it solves the Internet and living expenses of playing games when he was studying.

It's really great!

So he stood up and said to the little girl: "Guest, wait a moment..."

He happily walked to the bookshelf.

…………………………

Xiaoman looked at the weird man with a very happy appearance, stood up, and walked into the bookstore. It was only then that she finally noticed that the inner layer of the bookstore was dark, deep and silent. The abyss is empty.

This void is more terrifying and deeper than the huge hole in the sky after the sky has fallen.

A thick liquid like pitch, slowly flowing around the deep abyss.

Some terrible voices faintly came from inside.

One pair after another, crazy and evil, scarlet eyes full of distortion and despair, in the depths of the abyss, the second opened and closed.

Xiao Man just glanced at it, but he didn't dare to look again.

She turned back quickly and looked in front of her.

There was a rustling movement in the skin of the devil under the buttocks.

That was the undead gods and spirits. After feeling the creatures and spirits of the same origin, they were wriggling uneasy.

But...

Meow!

A soft cat cry~IndoMTL.com~ Let the demon soul of that day settle down like a mouse that has heard the voice of a natural enemy.

"Thank you!" Xiaoman quickly thanked the kitten.

The other party did not pay attention to her, but curled up again and fell asleep next to the strange chair.

Xiaoman looked at it, and she thanked again: "Thank you really..."

Meow!

This time, the kitten is no longer arrogant.

It screamed softly, seeming to say: I am not helping you, I just don’t want the host’s guests to be harassed...

Xiao Man felt the meaning of the cry, she picked up the tea cup and took another sip.

The energetic spirit, mixed with sweet tea, drank into the soul, calming her mind.