"Fourth Master, he...what does he want to do?" Yu Yao could hardly believe her eyes, her face turned pale, and she quickly pulled Wei Shiqi out of the wooden house.
Under the blue sky, the Demon Suppression Tower is clearly visible, like a sharp sword piercing the sky, about to fly through the sky. The Ku Taoist stood in front of the tower for a long time with his feet on the flying sickle, looking at each other. For a while, his heart was up and down, and he couldn't help himself.
Wei Shiqi held her cold hand and comforted: "He just wanted to get closer and have a look at the Demon Suppression Tower."
"I hope so." Yu Yao listened to Lu The elder talked about the past of the bitter Taoist. He was so affectionate that he could not bear to care about it after so many years. If not, how could he live in isolation, stay at Siwang Peak, and have been reluctant to set foot on Liushi Peak.
The sun rose higher and higher, and the Taoist monk was bathed in the blazing sunshine, and even his face became blurry. He sighed and slowly lowered the flying sickle, feeling discouraged.
He has no courage, he is late.
However, at that moment, the Demon Suppressing Tower "awoke" again. Wei Shiqi felt as if he was struck by lightning, his whole body stiffened. He clearly felt that a pair of eyes opened in the dark, cold Leng stared at himself, his blood surged wildly, his acupoints vibrated, his vitality surged, and countless broken images swayed before his eyes.
Wei Shiqi stared at the Demon Suppression Tower intently, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, as sharp and piercing as a needle. Yu Yao's heart skipped a beat, and she vaguely felt that Wei Shiqi paid too much attention to the Demon Suppression Tower, and something was wrong with him.
She raised her sleeves, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked with concern: "Are you... okay?"
Wei Shiqi resisted the pain in his body. Painful, she tried her best to smile, stretched out her hand to touch her face, "It's okay, don't worry, it will pass."
His palm was so warm, Yu Yao was a little confused, and she took the initiative to throw herself into his arms. Inside, he murmured like a nightmare: "We shouldn't have come back. I have a bad feeling. We shouldn't have returned to Shi Feng..."
Wei Shiqi gritted his teeth and said: "We should have come anyway. It will come, it is destined, and there is no way to hide, just like when I found you in Chixia Valley, I found you neither a step too early nor a step too late—"
There was thunder in my ears, and his voice Suddenly he stopped, and in a daze, the Demon Suppression Tower was like a reflection in the water, twisting and deforming. He clearly saw the demonic energy rising into the sky, covering the sky, and rushing towards him fiercely. When he looked again, he saw that the sky was still bright and clear. What? None of it happened.
With a slight sigh, someone whispered in the Demon Suppression Tower: "You are finally here!"
Like the wind blowing over the mountains, passing through the treetops and grass blades, passing through Crossing the river valley, wandering around every corner of Liushi Peak, including alchemy rooms, quiet rooms, pavilions, and caves, every pair of ears heard that sigh, and heard that strange yet familiar, sweet and gentle voice.
"You are finally here!" The voice that sounded countless times in dreams was like the strongest wine, making the blood of the ascetics boil.
I don’t know how many powerful monsters are buried in the demon refining pool at the bottom of the Demon Suppression Tower.On the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, the demonic energy explodes, and occasionally breaks through the demon-suppressing tower and goes straight into the sky. However, the demonic energy leaked this time is so intense that it seems to be real. Could it be that...could it be that after so many years, "she" finally couldn't hold on anymore? , have to take risks and make a last ditch effort?
The bitter Taoist breathed hard, and a thought that he had never had before suddenly came to his mind. Now the leader is not on Liushi Peak, the Demon Suppression Tower is unguarded, all the elders and sect leaders are almost empty, and the back mountain is closed. It is even more impossible for a senior who is in a life-and-death situation to come out. Such a good opportunity comes once in a lifetime, why not help her and rescue her?
Once this thought surfaced, it could never be eliminated, wrapping around his heart like a poisonous snake.
Under the morning sun, the Demon Suppression Tower stood majestically. He closed his eyes and meditated, clearly feeling that the restrictions on the tower were gradually being weakened by the demonic energy. After more than forty years of waiting, how many sleepless nights have passed. At night, in the wind and dew, wandering around the shadows, all of this is for this day.
There are many infatuated women in the world, while men are unlucky. Isn't it the best proof that "she" in the Demon Suppressing Tower, who is extremely beautiful and graceful, ended up like this?
The Ku Taoist turned around and looked at the awe-inspiring Demon Suppression Tower, with a relieved smile on his face. "I'm here, are you waiting for me? Do you still remember me? Is it me you're waiting for?" He murmured word by word. The flying sickle under his feet gradually stretched into a large weapon as tall as a person, with a blade as sharp as a crescent moon. The rich bloody aura rose into the sky, and the surrounding vegetation moved automatically without wind. Even the Demon Suppression Tower was aware of the threat, and the mountain and river vitality locks were unmanned. He extracted the demon essence on his own and poured it continuously into the Demon Suppression Tower. The talismans engraved on the tower lit up one by one, looping back and forth and connecting them into a magic circle. The restriction quickly stabilized and was several points stronger than usual.
However, without the people guarding it, the Demon Suppression Tower will be just a dead object no matter how psychic it is. Can it withstand the full blow of the Blood Moon Grass Cutting Scythe?
The Taoist monk's eyes filled with tears, and without hesitation in his chest, he let out a clear whistle and flew straight towards the Demon Suppression Tower with his flying scythe.