Chapter 508: Disciples, Beg to Be Spared (38)

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The voice said slowly, "Demon Spirit Root, looking at the Ancient Immortal Cultivation Realm, there is only one person, that person evokes a bloody storm in the Demon Realm, but in the end he fell into a bottleneck period, and finally exploded and died, just because his Demon Spirit Root is not pure enough." And the demon spirit root on your body is not only very pure, if you choose the right path, you will definitely be able to dominate the immortal cultivation world in the future, so that everyone can reach the point where it is beyond everyone's reach. ”

Yan Rong's tone was very calm and said, "Senior, what I have is nothing more than a pseudo-spiritual root, I'm afraid you will admit your mistake." ”

The voice smiled meaninglessly, "The old man has lived for tens of thousands of years, and he knows whether he is wrong or not, if the old man guesses correctly, your pseudo-spiritual root is what your master exchanged for that half of the golden pill." ”

Yan Rong's finger bones clenched white, and his heart suddenly ached, and he was silent.

"In the past, those spiritual roots were just a blinding method, and this demon spiritual root will only appear when it is greatly stimulated, even if your master does not help you reshape the spiritual root, one day this demon spiritual root will be forced out." The voice continued.

Yan Rong understood what he wanted to express, and said in a deep voice, "I'm not a demon. ”

The voice smiled, "You were born with this demon spirit root, it is a demon cultivation physique, even if you are not in the demon realm, you are cultivating the so-called righteous path, sooner or later one day you will also walk on that path, this is the will of heaven, the will of heaven cannot be violated." ”

Yan Rong's eyes were unwavering, "If there is a day, I will pull out the demon spirit root with my own hands." ”

"Hahaha child, do you think that this demon spirit root can be pulled out if you want to, it is born with you, unless you die, you will not be able to get rid of it for the rest of your life." The old man smiled, his tone full of helplessness.

Yan Rong lowered his eyes, even if he couldn't see the face of the person in his arms, he could draw the outline of the other party in his mind, and he said in a calm tone, "So what, I will never betray my master." ”

The old man snorted meaninglessly, "You think she is your master, so do you know what she is thinking?" ”

Yan Rong's eyelids trembled slightly, "What Master Zun is thinking in his heart, I naturally don't know. Even if I knew, it didn't matter, the important thing was that I was her apprentice. ”

"Do you really think so? Do you know that your master wants you to enter the Mahayana period within 300 years? The old man said suddenly.

Yan Rong raised his eyes suddenly, and tightened his fingers slightly, "Senior, you and I have never been masked before. ”

Seeing that he didn't believe him, the old man said leisurely, "Okay, I'll let you listen to what your master has to say." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange woman's voice came into Yanrong's mind, "It's too difficult to let Yanrong enter the Mahayana period for three hundred years." ”

Completely different from Shizun's, Yanrong said lightly, "Seniors, don't make fun of me. ”

The old man snorted and said, "Your master was taken away a few months ago, so of course your voice is different. ”

Yan Rong's body froze in place, "What do you mean by this?" ”

The old man replied, "I see that the gloomy aura around you has a lot of grievances, and you must have suffered a lot of hardships and ups and downs, and the cocoon on your palm to practice swords has already been covered, which means that you have done all the chores in the past few years." If your former master was a good person, how could he be willing to let you be like this? The most important thing is that your pseudo-spiritual root has just been shaped, and you will believe that your previous master will let you reshape the spiritual root at the cost of his own golden pill? Don't you have the slightest doubt in your heart? ”