"It is indeed no ordinary monster..."

The color on Chen Pingping's face had long since gone away. Even if ordinary monsters were hiding in the mountains and cultivating hard, it would never be possible for them to cultivate to this level, let alone just a mosquito turning into a monster.

Such visions cannot come true unless there is great opportunity.

"Human, who is arrogant now?"

The voice of the mosquito Taoist came rolling in, as if coming from all directions, omnipresent and omnipotent.

Everyone was horrified, only to see blood shadows all over the sky, erratic, occupying almost every corner.

Such a monster and such speed are frightening to people.

"Now we can rank in the top five."

At this moment, a faint sigh sounded on Wanjie Mountain in the dark night.

"Candles illuminate the dark sky!"

The next moment, the blood shadows all over the sky stopped for a moment, and everyone felt a strange feeling in their hearts. It seemed that they saw Li Mo's figure coming from the dark night, but only the outline was visible, but his shape was not visible.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a strange phenomenon behind him. The shadow of a big snake rose slowly, its huge body suddenly spread out, and in the blink of an eye it occupied the top of the huge mountain.

"This...this is..."

Chen Pingping's beautiful eyes trembled and she couldn't believe it.

At this moment, the phantom of the big snake slowly opened its eyes, like a candle in the dark night, illuminating all the realms of the black sky.

In an instant, everyone's minds seemed to be attracted by that wisp of candlelight, their souls fell, and their spiritual awareness was extinguished.

Even the mosquito Taoist stayed in mid-air, his eyes blank, staring blankly at the wisp of candlelight behind Li Mo.

At this moment, Li Mo's eyes were deep and mysterious. Under the illumination of the candlelight, they penetrated directly into the mosquito Taoist's spiritual sense, saw through his heart, and understood everything.

Suddenly, everything about Mr. Mosquito's past was flowing in Li Mo's heart like light and shadow, and he could grasp every bit of it.

A weak mosquito turned into a demon inside a coffin, and the rotting corpse became its nourishment.

Along with him, there are other weak monsters.

When the coffin shattered, a powerful human monk took all these weak monsters away.

At that time, the weak mosquito realized that their birth was all due to the human monk in front of him, who raised them and created them.

Such a gift of reinvention made these demons and ghosts regard him as a divine master.

At that time, the weak mosquito knew the name of the immortal.

Liushen Taoist.

He is different from other human monks. Not only does he never dislike these humble and weak demons, but he teaches them the way to practice and the way to be kind and do good deeds.

Therefore, the weak mosquito and its companions, grateful for the kindness, not only never kill, but even help others and do good deeds in time.

"It is the nature of mosquitoes to suck blood. You should not hold pomegranates all day long. This is against nature."

"Stinky fly, what do you know? It's okay for you to eat excrement. How can I be a glutton for blood because I have been greatly favored by immortals?"

"Sister Butterfly, please persuade it quickly. Mosquitoes don't suck blood. It's embarrassing and embarrassing."

"Brother Mantis, let him go."

The bright light and shadow may be the happiest life for that weak mosquito.

Until one day, the setting sun was like blood, reflecting on the village that had turned into a piece of scorched earth.

Human heads hung high on the dead trees at the head of the village, their eyes widened, bursting with fear and unwillingness before death.

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In the bronze basin, the hearts are rising and falling, and the essence and blood are flowing, gathering in the basin, brewing a wonderful potion...

"Immortal...immortal chief...what happened here?"

The weak mosquito asked in horror. The other little demons were also horrified when faced with such a scene that seemed like purgatory.

"what happened?"

At this moment, Taoist Liushen slowly turned around, holding a heart that had not yet dried up in his hand, with blood stains remaining on the corner of his mouth.

A ferocious smile appeared on his face, completely different from his usual compassionate appearance.

"The monster was so cruel and cruel that he slaughtered the entire village. How disgusting."

"Monster? Where did the monster come from?"

At this moment, the mantis next to him couldn't help but ask.

Buzz…

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword light swept across and cut the mantid's body into two halves. The mantid's eyes widened and he looked straight at the Taoist Six Gods, as if he couldn't believe it until he died.

"Of course it's you..."

Taoist Liushen sneered: "Human beings are the primates of all things and are good materials for refining medicine... It's a pity that you have committed the serious crime of killing, so I can only do justice for heaven."

Cold words fell faintly among the ruins.

In a prosperous world, so many lives always need to be accounted for.

"Chief Immortal, you..."

The weak mosquito was trembling and couldn't believe it.

"What kind of immortal, you are the demon...you raised us just to make us talk back..."

At this moment, the fly demon shouted loudly and rushed towards the Six Gods Taoist first.

"Trash like you only has this little value."

Taoist Liushen sneered. He didn't even look at him, he just walked towards him.

The fly demon burned instantly, turned into a ball of fire, and turned into ashes amidst the heart-rending cry.

"Stinky flies..." The weak mosquito's eyes were wide open.

"Go quickly."

At this moment, the colorful butterfly flew high into the sky, its scales covered with pink, and floated towards the Liushen Taoist.

"madness!"

Taoist Liushen waved his long sleeves, spread the scales, intertwined his five fingers, and directly took the girl transformed into a butterfly into his hand.

The delicate girl kicked her legs wildly in the air. In the end, she only heard a soft click and her neck was broken.

"It's not natural to kill a good person and take credit... What's more, you are just monsters."

Taoist Liushen sneered, threw the girl's body aside casually, and then looked at the weak mosquito quietly.

At this moment, his whole body was trembling, and he looked at the fallen corpses of his companions one by one, his trembling eyes full of fear and sadness.

"You're a mosquito demon who can't even suck blood...you're more useless than them."

Taoist Liushen sneered, and with a flick of his finger, the cold wind penetrated the heart of the weak mosquito like a sword.

He looked down at the hole in his chest, feeling that life seemed to be passing by little by little at this moment.

Bang……

He fell heavily to the ground, and in a daze, he saw the Six Divine Taoists walking away.

Mosquitoes, flies, butterflies, praying mantises...the remains of these monsters were discarded in the ruins, scattered everywhere.

I don't know how long it took, but the blood of his companions soaked into its body and slowly poured into the empty wound, which actually allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Trash...trash...I'm just a waste..."

In the muddy blood, among the corpses of his companions, he looked at the vast sky, struggled feebly, and berated himself...

If I were really a real demon, maybe everything would be different.

But in fact, he was just a piece of trash that couldn't even suck blood, so he could only watch his companions fall one after another, and there was nothing he could do except tremble.

"Just die like this!"

Finally, the weak mosquito accepted its fate.

Even though his body had regained some strength to move, he still slowly lowered his head. Amidst the putrid flesh and blood of his companions, he chose to surrender to fate.

The waste should be in this mire, in this ruin, rotting to death until it and its former companions all turn into carrion and merge into one body, indistinguishable from each other.

"Trash...he deserves to die!"

The weak mosquito looked at the sky for the last time and murmured softly, like the last words left to this turbid world.

"My master said that even waste can be recycled."

At this moment, a high-pitched voice sounded, and a huge figure blocked the vast sky.

The weak mosquito struggled to open his eyes and saw a big bird landing in front of him. Under the bright eyes, he looked so tall and majestic and unattainable.

"You...who are you?"
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