Killing Demons: Upgrading from Calligraphy

Chapter 377: Coercion and inducement

"Leaving so soon?"

When he suddenly heard that Qi Xiu was leaving, Yan Baizhe was a little surprised. After all, his old friend had only been here for less than two months, and he wanted to take him to see all the graceful charms of Northwest Great Liang.

"Well, I came to Northwest Great Liang this time to deal with one thing. Now it's almost time and it's time for me to leave."

Smiling, he took out an iron box from the golden jade beads. The box was painted with various lightning patterns. It contained the thunder talismans he had accumulated before. Qi Xiu gave it to Yan Baizhe at this moment.

"I have almost figured out all the troublesome extraterrestrial evil spirits, and I have eliminated all the ones I can capture and kill.

Keep these thunder talismans, they may come in handy in the future. "

After calling Qi Xiu, Yan Xiong took out a secret book stained with blood:

I guessed the secret of that year with just a few sentences.

What the Wolf Saint Tribe did was not in line with his true intentions, so he was naturally unwilling to help.

"I can take care of this for you as appropriate."

"Little friend, wait."

However, for two hundred years, they have been fighting continuously. Faced with various sieges and wheel battles, Yan Xiong has also been injured one after another.

"Hey, don't thank me in a hurry. I just want to keep an eye on it for you as appropriate. You should know where the God Burial Valley is.

"Uncle, you are serious. Logically speaking, it should be the junior who came to visit you. But Lao Yan told me about your situation, and the junior also knows about your physical condition, so he didn't bother you rashly."

"Little friend, I..."

It has never caused the inheritance of our Wolf Saint tribe to break and plummet. "

But he never thought that this man's calm mind and vicious eyesight were far beyond his imagination.

The five internal organs are damaged, the life palace is dark, and the energy is obscured and dissociated. This is the sign of death...

"Okay, if I need help in the future, I will come to you as soon as possible."

Hearing Yan Xiong's words, Qi Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly:

"But as far as this junior knows, special credentials are required to enter the Valley of the Buried Gods. If you invite someone to go with you, you will probably have to stop outside the Valley of the Buried Gods."

Calmly like an old man next door, Yan Xiong smiled and talked to Qi Xiu.

He had already given enough subtle hints to Yan Xiong.

"My little friend came to Northwest Great Liang... you must have come here for the God Burial Valley."

"My little friend has been here for so many days, and I haven't even met you in a serious way. The affairs are really complicated. In addition, I am injured and have low energy. I hope you won't be offended."

Seeing Yan Xiong's disciple who was suffering from fatigue and seven injuries, Qi Xiu opened his mouth to persuade him, but was overtaken by Yan Xiong.

Walking on the path away, Yan Baizhe asked curiously.

Silence, long silence.

Qi Xiu considers himself not a gentleman who abides by the most perfect etiquette and music, but he also has his own reputation in his heart.

But at this time, Yan Baizhe's Tulou welcomed someone whom neither he nor Qi Xiu had expected.

With a strange look on his face, Qi Xiu smiled, slowly leaned forward, and stared into Yan Xiong's cloudy eyes:

"Just inducement, no coercion?"

In Yan Xiong's previous conversation with him, although his attitude was humble and his words were sincere, there was no hint of regret in any of his words.

Being stared at by Qi Xiu's black and white eyes, Yan Xiong gave a dry laugh and said nothing more.

“No matter how many times you build a house with a crooked foundation, it will eventually collapse. Some things will not end well if you don’t tear them down and start over.

It is true that Qi Xiu has seen no less than a hundred powerful Taoists from various sects and families.

Even when our clan was in the most difficult times, we never showed any signs of neglect.

"As long as my little friend can help my Wolf Saint Tribe regain its inheritance, our Wolf Saint Tribe is willing to follow my friend's lead and become a subsidiary of the Shenxiao Sect in the future!"

<divclass="contentadv">"You are so sure that I can help you get back your inheritance."

"Father?"

Seeing that Qi Xiu didn't answer, Yan Xiong smiled and raised his hand to signal him to sit down in the main room:

Don't say that I am stained with blood, even if the power of the Tao body enters, I will die.

Qi Xiu can only temporarily alleviate the evil disaster, and there is nothing he can do about the Wolf Saint Totem.

Hearing Yan Xiong reveal the ultimate purpose of his sudden visit, Qi Xiu's eyes were far-reaching and he turned his eyes twice thoughtfully.

Come to think of it, I might have forgiven some sins.

As the leader of the Wolf Saint Tribe, Yan Xiong is also a real Taoist Realm powerhouse.

But this is the first time I have seen such a weak and depleted Tao body power like Yan Xiong.

This is also the reason why he did not express directly that he would help the Wolf Saint Tribe regain its inheritance.

"I won't say any more words of thanks. Between you and me, brothers, if there is any need in the future, Yan is willing to work together for you, through fire and water!"

As a result, things that were originally certain became confusing.

With the ugly words out of the way, Qi Xiu stood up and prepared to leave.

If the roots are rotten, then the rotten roots must be completely dug out and healthy and fresh seeds must be planted to continue to grow.

These monks arrived suddenly and left silently.

The simplicity and innocence of the men from Northwest Daliang are vividly reflected at this moment.

Looking down at Yan Xiong who looked gloomy and haggard, Qi Xiu put away the secret book stained with blood in his hand:

Standing up, Yan Baizhe looked serious.

Facing Qi Xiu's scrutinizing gaze, Yan Xiong nodded slowly.

He understood Yan Xiong's difficulties as the clan leader, and also understood the desires of the master, but there were some things that he felt were contrary to his true feelings, so naturally he didn't want to get too involved.

Uncle, please take this seriously. "

One-one-four. Four-one. Seven-two. Six-eight.

Looking at the sudden appearance of his father with eyes full of surprise, Yan Baizhe's mind was a little confused for a moment.

"You go out for a moment. My father has something to say to your brother."

Faced with Qi Xiu's silent reaction, Yan Xiong had a thousand thoughts in his mind. He originally thought that since he condescended to visit as a powerful Taoist body, the child would definitely be a bit mean.

With a serious look on his face, Yan Xiong sat up straight despite the pain:

"My friends, please pay attention in the God Burial Valley and help my Wolf Saint Tribe recover its lost inheritance."

Although he was confused as to why his father had suddenly arrived, Yan Baizhe nodded in agreement, glanced at Qi Xiu, and left the earth building.

"Oh?"

"Uh, hehehe..."

The God Burial Valley has existed for so many years, and the fifty-five tribes of Northwest Great Liang have been living on this land. It is normal to hear a few words.

Over time, his physical condition deteriorated to a very serious problem.

Instead of telling this old friend the truth, Qi Xiu made up a random reason and told it.

Looking at Yan Xiong in front of him, Qi Xiu cupped his hands with a hint of regret in his eyes.

"Don't worry, little friend. Since I can remember, every three to five hundred years, some powerful and outrageous monks from other provinces will come to our northwest Great Liang.

The golden jade ball stored inside is melting, revealing the divine finger bone inside.