When he said these words, Zhou Ke did not forget to carefully observe the changes in Chang Ming's expression.

As expected, the other party's expression changed and became complicated.

Zhou Keng knew that he had guessed correctly, but old grudges inevitably resurfaced, thinking that in the heart of the old thief, others could not compare to Yun Weisi after all.

Thinking back to the time when I was trembling and practicing hard day and night for fear of being displeased by my master, Jiufang Changming not only did not look down upon me, but was demanding everywhere. In the end, he even scolded him and kicked him out of the master because he secretly practiced magic skills. Zhou Ke

I couldn't help but feel murderous again.

What a great opportunity, this old thief is so close at hand, he can kill him with just a raise of his hand, and he'll be done with it.

Since the inner demons have been eliminated, maybe my cultivation can be further improved.

Changming only needed one look to know that the other party had murderous intentions again.

Those who practice demonic arts will inevitably have their minds affected by demonic obstacles. In mild cases, they may easily become angry, or in severe cases, their temperament may change drastically.

For example, a person like Zhou Ke, who has an extreme personality to begin with, will become more unable to control himself as his cultivation level increases, to the point where he has to take human elixirs to enhance his skills and suppress his madness.

"If you continue like this, you will explode and die sooner or later. Even if there is an endless supply of human elixir, you will not be able to fully absorb it, because after all, it is not something you cultivated yourself."

Considering the past relationship between the two, Chang Ming advised him to turn around and make the right move.

"The only way to save you now is to give up all your cultivation and start from scratch. Even if it is difficult, it is better than walking all the way to the end."

"Shut up! If you hadn't been hiding your secrets in the first place, why would I have practiced magic?"

Zhou Ke's eyes were completely red and bright red.

This is a sign of going crazy.

He couldn't control it anymore and pressed Chang Ming against the pillar, pinching his chin so hard that he almost crushed the bones.

The two were facing each other, their noses almost touching, so close that Chang Ming could smell his breath.

fishy.

This is the only feeling.

The smell of human blood filled the air, overwhelming the sky and filling the nasal cavity in an instant.

This is the remnant of the essence and blood of those "human elixirs" after they were devoured by Zhou Ke over the years, and it is also the lingering resentment of these evil souls. Although his cultivation level has greatly increased and is unrivaled, but as the backlash attacks again and again, in the end,

It will lead to the ending mentioned by Chang Ming.

Chang Ming saw his frantic and bloodthirsty eyes, and also saw his soul hidden in the depths.

The soul that was once timid and introverted, but later became paranoid and fierce.

"You were..."

His jaw was in severe pain, his throat was pinched, and he was having trouble breathing, but Chang Ming still spoke.

"I think I am too harsh on you, but I treat all my disciples equally. When Yun Weisi and Sun Buku were under my disciples, I never showed any mercy to them. Your qualifications are not more outstanding than theirs, so you should work harder. According to me

If you continue on the road paved for you, you could have become a first-rate master..."

"What I want is not first-rate!"

Zhou Keng interrupted him and used more force on his hands.

Chang Ming couldn't help but frown in pain.

"What I want is someone who is above all others, unique and extraordinary. If Yun Weisi can do it, I can do it too! Jiufang Changming, why are you pretending to be a righteous person with me? At that time, you betrayed Buddhism, wasn't it?

In order to become a demon, you have practiced demonic skills yourself and have made great progress, but you are so precious to yourself that you refuse to teach them to me! I treat you..."

I hated him so much that I couldn't defeat him, so I was forced to look up from afar for many years.

Just when he thought that he could finally defeat Jiufang Changming in his lifetime and prove that the other party was wrong, Jiufang Changming did not give him this chance at all.

And now——

The soft and fragile neck is right in front of you, and the beating pulse is transmitted through your fingertips.

All you need to do is pinch it hard, and your long-cherished wish will come true!

He was at war with his inner demons, conflicted in his thoughts and thoughts, and when his hand was about to move but had not yet moved, a white light suddenly lit up from the opponent's sleeve. It was so dazzling that even Zhou Ke couldn't help but squint his eyes.

But just during this half-moment of hesitation, the white light turned into a giant dragon that suddenly rose up and roared out, opening its bloody mouth and immediately pounced on him!

Zhou Ke was shocked and subconsciously retreated quickly. Although the dragon was not real, it was able to shake the whole room. When the dragon stood up with its head raised, even the roof beams and tiles were shattered. There was a loud noise all around and the floor tiles were broken into pieces.

He Yingyuan, who had been staying outside earlier, had already gotten up and hid without knowing where he was going. In this situation, no one dared to approach this place.

With his backhand, he grabbed the void and a black long sword appeared in Zhou Ke's hand. He swung the sword towards the charging dragon. The black sword light met the dragon's roar. When the black and white rays of light merged together,

It is not the chaotic Tai Chi that created the world, but the surging impact of incompatible black and white!

boom!

The dragon roared and shook the mountain, shaking the entire mountain.

The light gradually faded, Zhou Ke slowly landed on the ground, his long sword touched the ground, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth, while the giant dragon turned into ice crystal mist and exploded into dots, dissipating in mid-air.

Through the hazy smoke, the former master and apprentice looked at each other, with many grievances and grudges left unspoken.

Chang Ming also had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but he could still stand upright, but Zhou Keng couldn't tell the depth at a glance.

Could it be that, as he said, this old thief has reached the stage of refining the spirit and returning to the void, turning the void into reality?

Thinking about the various legends in the other party's past, even if Zhou Ke didn't admit it with his mouth, he subconsciously had an almost unforgettable admiration for this master.

He once thought that as his strength increased, this kind of admiration would no longer be what it used to be. He could already look straight at or even look down at the opponent. But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that the admiration and awe still existed, but they were hidden deeper, and even he almost deceived himself.

Zhou Ke gasped for breath and found that at some point his consciousness was extremely clear.

It had been a long time since he had thought about a problem so calmly and deeply.

Every time he went crazy, he could only live and die in a state of confusion for a long period of time. The reason why he recovered so quickly at this moment may also have something to do with the fight just now.

"What did you do?" he asked hoarsely.

Changming had his hands behind his back and his face was pale.

"In the Ice Dragon, there is the simplest Pure Heart Spell, nothing more. I told you a long time ago that the balance of heaven and things that are not yours will eventually be blamed. I entered the Demon Sect to get the essence and get rid of the other.

In my opinion, sucking human elixirs is the dregs of magic power, but you insist on taking this shortcut that you shouldn't take in order to achieve quick results in a short time."

"You have gone astray. It is not too late to turn back and make amends. Although you and I are no longer masters and disciples, I still hope that you can make some achievements."

Zhou Ke stared at him for a long time and suddenly burst into laughter.

"I never thought that the dignified Jiufang Changming would say such things to his apprentice!"

He clearly remembered that what the other party said back then was that you have gone astray and refused to repent, so you don't need to call me your master from now on. Master and disciple will eventually become strangers to each other, so you can do it yourself.

Back then, Zhou Keng was filled with resentment. He turned around and left without even thinking about it, without looking back.

The past events were still vivid in his mind, and he could not forget the harsh words on the old thief's face and the deep vertical marks between his eyebrows.

Chang Ming's expression was magnanimous, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"I am a human but not a god, and there will be times when I am too fierce and severe. Is it possible that in your eyes, I am perfect and never make mistakes? Yes, you really are obsessed with being a teacher. After so many years, you still treat me as a teacher.

The teacher should be looked up to as a god."

Zhou Ke was so angry at his shameless words that he almost went crazy again.

"metropolitan!"

Seeing that there was a lull in movement here for a long time, someone finally dared to get closer and came.

Xu Jingxian walked slowly behind several peak masters, not wanting to stand up to the thunder in front of them.

Everyone knew that she was not willing to be the unlucky one when she saw that the Blood Sect Master had a volatile temperament and was moody.

What surprised her was that the "Human Pill" of the Qixian Sect, which she thought was dead and lifeless, was now standing opposite the sect leader, seemingly unscathed except for blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

The middle of such a large house was seriously damaged, and the rubble was in a mess. They had just heard the noise and came in a hurry.

But that person obviously had no foundation in cultivation. She had personally investigated and found out that he might not even be able to catch a chicken. How could he compete with Zhou?

Let alone being superior, I'm afraid Zhou could push him down with just one finger.

Is it possible that the sect leader has just gone crazy and had an episode of obsession? That would be even more different. In the past, someone else would now be a corpse whose essence and blood had been sucked clean. How could he still be standing here intact?

All others are useless in Zhou Ke's heart.

In his eyes, there was only the bright light from all directions not far away.

One has cold eyes, like a statue.

One has a far-away look and is unmoved by the eight winds.

Without Zhou to issue orders, no one dared to step forward to capture Chang Ming.

The situation was frozen for a while.

Zhou Ke suddenly remembered a past event.

Back then, when he was practicing Kung Fu in the snow, his foundation was still shallow and he could not withstand the severe cold. After three days and three nights, he finally passed out and woke up on the couch of Jiufang Changming, who had just performed Kung Fu for him to dispel the cold air.

He had just felt a touch of Master Yan's warmth, but before he could express his excitement, he was poured cold water on his head. Jiufang Changming told him that his endurance was not good, and he was far behind the two senior brothers before him. He would probably practice for three more days.
To be continued...