Yang Ming bowed and retreated, issued an order, and the strange beast pulling the cart accelerated and headed towards Nanhua Road, Linxicheng, and the residence of King Zhenhai.

In the whistling wind and snow, the convoy gradually drifted away.

In the chariot, Zeng San's expression was calm. Looking from the window, he seemed to be able to sense the breath of Mr. An.

"Who are you..."

There was a deep fear hidden in his eyes.

During the conversation, although he had a great affection for the "Mr. An", his mental state was psychic, and he was faintly under his peaceful aura.

I felt a deep, yet pure and pure ‘demonic’.

That was a deep "demonic nature" that he had never seen before.

Even if he had seen giant monsters and monsters in some underground palaces and ruins, he had left their names in history, there was no such heart-wrenching "demonic nature" on the evil people.

.........

Huh ~

The wind is howling and the snow is rolling.

"Is it magical? Heh~"

An Qisheng walked in the wind and looked back at the gradually moving convoy, and smiled unanimously.

Confucianism's supernatural powers are not as good as Taoism and Buddha, but its spiritual cultivation is far superior to that of the same level. Zeng San's cultivation is not as good as that of the Japanese God, but his mental cultivation is still greater than that of the spiritual cultivation.

"Just what's the devil?"

Ripples appeared in the depths of An Qisheng's eyes, but he didn't care.

Heaven and earth have yin and yang, and man has good and evil. Pure good and evil are not human, nor are they his way.

Tao can tolerate everything, but paranoia is the only way of his.

His heart was still filled with what he saw and heard in his "dream", and the history written by Zeng Yan kept turning in his heart.

The inheritance of the Earth Immortal Way, or the Emperor and Heaven Realm, far surpasses the human world, and Zeng Yan wrote far more than I imagined.

There are many legends and allusions in the various periods, like stars.

However, An Qisheng's current state will naturally not take too much time to sort it out. When the convoy seemed to be still visible, he had already digested all the gains from this trip.

Including the magical power of "Haoran Long River".

"A maverick is always eye-catching. If I want to go to the Emperor's Court, I have to practice the way of this world...

Perhaps, can we start with Confucianism?”

When An Qisheng was thinking in his heart, he had returned to the small town where the rabbit demon was.

On a cold and snowy night, there were naturally no people walking around in the gathering place of this town, and there were not even a few lights.

The moment he walked into the town, An Qisheng's heart moved, his eyes turned, and he looked at the northwest corner.

There, there was a small courtyard with lights on, with a wave of depressing breathing, as if someone was giving birth, which attracted his attention.

It is a figure in the shadow outside the courtyard.

It was a low Taoist, standing in the shadows, listening to the hissing in his ears, his eyes were filled with disgust and greed:

"It's almost born, it's almost born..."

"Then what?"

The low Taoist was muttering to himself when he suddenly heard someone asking and replied without hesitation: "Then I took the 'Extremely Evil Purple River Cart'... Well?!"

Halfway through, the low Taoist suddenly woke up and was about to turn around, when one palm had broken through his magic barrier.

Pressed on his shoulder:

"Then what?"

The low man's body stiffened and felt as if he was entangled by a poisonous snake. His heart suddenly felt extremely cold. With the bone-broken coldness, his limbs and torso were lost control.

"Who are you?"

The low man felt chill in his heart, his lips squirmed, and he made an overly frightened and hoarse voice: "I come from the 'Refining Hall', this fellow Taoist, I am the same demon clan, don't mistake yourself!"

"Think about it carefully, what should you say."

An Qisheng gently pinched the man's shoulder and made him scream in depression.

Based on his understanding of the human body, this pinch was more painful than Lingchi and more unbearable than skinning. Even this man was so painful that he almost collapsed.

"I, I was ordered to collect the extremely evil Purple River Cart. This is the will of the Lord of the 'Refining Hall'. I cannot disobey..."

The man was obviously not a tough guy. He was pinched twice by An Qisheng and told him what he wanted like to pour beans on his bamboo tube.

The extremely evil Purple River Carriage is the placenta of the birth of babies.

In the world of practice, this is an extremely evil material, the main material for refining evil magic pills. Because of its simple obtaining, it is most popular among some practitioners.

"Human nature is evil! The human race's bloodline is extremely evil, so what can we do if we take it?"

The low man was sweating profusely in pain, and his facial features became distorted and ferocious.

"You know a lot."

An Qisheng glanced at the mud lightly like a little demon lying on the ground, and his voice was cold: "But this is not just humans, but everything is the same."

Of course he knew what he was talking about.

Since its birth, the meaning of seeking survival has been imprinted in the bloodline and genes of any race.

In the ancient times, when all spirits were born on the corpses of gods and demons, gods and demons had once explored the essence of this "acquired creature".

As a result, the selfishness of all spirits shocked the gods and demons.

Their selfishness has existed since its birth.

Their children are parasitized in the mother's body, and they swallow all the nutrients of the mother's body without restraint, and the mother uses all means to counter it.

What they call pregnancy is a "war" between the mother and the fetus!

One is to absorb greedily, and even if you kill the mother, you don’t care. Another is to kill you if you dare to absorb too much.

During this process, the two have countless means to fight against each other.

Strong babies can survive successfully until they are rejected by the "mother", while weak ones will have "miscarriage".

A strong mother can survive, while a weak one will die.

Only when the two reach a balance can new life be nurtured.

Such a naked and bloody race once attracted the attention of gods and demons.

There are even gods and demons who want to kill all living beings because in their opinion, these living beings are too evil.

The "Extremely Evil Purple River Cart" is the battlefield between the two.

After some records of gods and demons were discovered by some evil monks, the extremely evil Purple River Cart became the material for refining evil treasures and spiritual pills.

But this is just the view of gods and demons.

Human races, or other races, will not agree with this concept except for "evil cultivators"!

"You...please let me go, let me go!"

The low man let out a terrifying wail, felt the cold murderous intent of bones, and his limp body was trembling wildly.

Click ~

An Qisheng looked at him indifferently and stepped on him to death in the shadows. The bright red blood melted the large area of ​​snow.

An Qisheng took a deep look at the house in the light of beans, lifted up the body of the low Taoist man, and turned around and walked towards the wind and snow.

Behind him, a cry cut through the night.
Chapter completed!