Your Highness always wants to attack me

Chapter 166 The Immortal on the Cloud (49)

Ming Cen doesn't like to kill. After living beside such a self-denying person for hundreds of years, no matter how hard she tries, it is difficult for her to change some things that have become a habit.

The only time she had the intention to kill was the time she made up her mind to conquer the Jiuchongtian after she aspired to the top of the Demon Realm.

But in the end, she still failed to do so.

Jingxu is held in the palm of his hand, the sword energy is as sharp as a rainbow, and the white-clothed fairy shuttles through the crowd like a phantom, and blood flows everywhere he goes.

Yun Li's face was stained with a few drops of blood, her red lips were filled with a playful smile, and the sword light occasionally reflected on her face, illuminating those incomparably translucent amber-colored eyes amidst the coldness. eye.

Every move is like a flower at hand, and the red-dyed white robe is lifted up in the wind, like a stunning begonia that suddenly blooms in the wind at sunset.

It was clearly a devil who wanted his life, but the movement of raising and lowering the sword gave people a suffocating and extremely attractive aesthetic feeling.

All kinds of chilling cries for help filled his ears, Lan Jiu staggered back a few steps, as if he had stepped on something, he looked down subconsciously, his face suddenly became paler.

It was a hand covered in mud and blood.

Lan Jiu's whole body seemed to be immersed in cold water, and the sword wound in his abdomen ached faintly, and he could hardly hold his sword steady.

Even Yun Yuzi died in the hands of that man, and he had no chance of winning at all.

This is clearly a purgatory on earth! !

Lan Jiu stared at the woman who had stepped on the blood, his chest was shaking violently, and the chill of dying hit his heart directly.

Run away, run away! !
He screamed in horror, but his trembling body seemed to be controlled by someone, and he couldn't move a single bit.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Approaching step by step.

"Ah, Elder Lan, tell me, will I let you go just like I let Master Zen Zhen go?" Ming Cen waved Jing Xu who was still dripping blood, and the blood dripped into the mud, " After all, you have also pointed out that I love my apprentice, the so-called deep love between master and apprentice, the favor owed by this apprentice, I, as a master, should repay it for him, don't let my little apprentice always worry about it ah."

Lan Jiu's sword tip trembled, and there was no blood on his face.

Ming Cen didn't kill Chan Zhen because he had never participated in the crusade against her before.

And how could he, the instigator, be let go?

The Wuyuanzong disciples who were still alive had long been frightened by Ming Cen's frightening strength, all of them were pale, and only dared to surround them cautiously.

One person and one sword slaughtered more than half of these more than a hundred powerful monks, what kind of terrifying existence must it be?

I'm afraid... even Immortal Zhaoling couldn't do it.

Ming Cen glanced at the Wuyuan Sect disciple who was too late to come forward, and said slowly: "So, I decided... that I will kill Elder Lan gently and gently when I strike."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his wrist and swung the crystal white spirit sword with black demonic energy.

Lanjiu's pupils constricted suddenly, and he raised his sword reflexively to block——

Zheng-! !

It was the sound of weapons clashing.

But Lan Jiu obviously felt another strong breath, he couldn't help but pause, and subconsciously looked up.

The handsome boy's crescent-color Taoist robe was in a mess, and he couldn't see his original appearance anymore.

He held the man in his arms with one hand, and blocked Lan Jiu with the sword in the other hand, while under the blood-stained robe, the Jing Xu inserted into the soil swayed slightly.

The rushing heartbeat spread into her body along with the shaking chest, merging into the flesh and blood.

Smelling the strong smell of blood on his body, Ming Cen moved his fingers, but quickly lowered them: "Forcibly came out from the secret place?"

It is difficult to enter and even more difficult to get out of the secret realm of Mount Zhou. If there is no teleportation talisman, even the cultivator of Huashen cannot get out of it.

But Ci Jing did it with his out-of-body cultivation base. Is it possible?
Ming Cen's lips curled up slightly, and a hint of evil flashed across his eyes.

Ah.

Really persevering.

Ci Jing hugged her, stepped back a little distance, and said hoarsely, "Yeah."

"Why stop me?" Ming Cen tried to withdraw from his arms, "Think I'm wrong?"

Sensing her movement, the young man pursed his thin lips tightly, his handsome face was no longer as obedient as before, and he pressed her back into his arms fiercely: "Master is right."

Ming Cen was taken aback for a moment: "...then why stop me?"

"He will dirty Master's sword."

Ci Jing's eyes were red, and he hugged her tightly like a drowning man catching driftwood.

The frantic heartbeat could not recover for a long time, and the blood all over his body was cold, making his hands and feet cold.

The young man almost exhausted his whole body's spiritual power, and he had to chop countless swords in that secret enchantment before he made a small opening. Now his hands are still trembling.

The overwhelming panic rose to the extreme when the corpses and rivers of blood were everywhere.

Holding her in his arms now, his heart couldn't completely calm down.

Afraid he was late.

Fear of losing her.

Afraid that the person in my arms is just a phantom...

He is actually just a coward.

"If the master wants to kill him, let the disciple come."

Ming Cen did not expect to get such an unexpected answer: "You... help me kill someone?"

"Whatever the master wants to do, the disciple will help you."

"Don't you think I'm killing creatures indiscriminately? Don't you think I'm possessed by demons and seek the right path through killing?"

Ci Jing seemed to have thought of something, his long eyelashes drooped, and he sighed slightly: "Cen Cen, I believe in you, I will always believe in you."

No regrets, firm, but extremely gentle.

It was a different answer than before.

It's his breath, his temperature... and his answer.

Mingcen felt his breathing becoming increasingly rapid, and the scene in front of him became increasingly hazy, as if separated by a layer of white gauze.

At this moment, she seemed to be shaken again.

I don't know if this is her game or his dream.

Ming Cen closed his eyes, exerted force between his wrists, and entered his palm in shock, the vast and powerful devil energy poured into the blade.

The sword spirit resonated, shaking the world.

The sword moved with the heart, and after entering the sky, with the sound of howling, it struck a place like lightning!
click-

click-

Several cracks slowly appeared in the originally gray sky, and soon they couldn't support it, and they all fell down like fragments with a few "pops".

Corpses were scattered all over the field, blood flowed into a river, and all disappeared, but turned into a place filled with immortal energy.

There was no trace of the injuries on the two of them, as if they had never existed before.

"Can you let me go now?"

Ci Jing suddenly came back to his senses, let go of the strength in his hand, and took a few steps back, his eyes were complicated and shocked: "Master, are we... still in the secret realm?"

Ming Cen raised his eyebrows, a little funny: "Otherwise? Do you really think you can break through that secret circle?"

There are no miracles in this world, they are all fake.

"This is a dream within a dream. The previous vision of my past is just the first dream."

(End of this chapter)