Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3435 What if the disciple always wants to deceive the teacher (26)

  Before he felt that Kou Lili was too young. Although he was a bit stubborn, he was innocent and cute. Now...

The slender figure stood there, his eyes were light and evil, and his profile was deep and handsome. He heard the words, and pulled his thin and beautiful lips, but uttered four words indifferently, without mixed emotions in it. :"not so good."

  The three elders froze for a long time.

   Muci didn't speak any more, he didn't have any good feelings towards Kou Lili from the beginning, until now, he has never changed.

  The young man leaned back loosely, tapped on the table with well-knotted fingers, and said in a casual tone: "I said, Master, can you not be sad all day long, as if you had known her better."

   "I'm sad Spring and Autumn?!" The three elders blew their beards and stared, and for a while they lost their sadness, and yelled in full, "Muci, you can tell Lao Tzu clearly!!"

   "The disciple feels that he can hear clearly." Mu Ci covered her ears calmly, earnestly.

  The three elders are heartbroken.

   Mu lowered her eyes, remembering what the girl had said to him before, her eyes darkened slightly, and she opened her mouth lazily, "Master, there is one more thing."

  Shangxian asked angrily: "What's the matter."

"This trial...there is a girl." Mu Ci spoke unhurriedly, with an imperceptible smile in her tone when she spoke, and she was very evil: "She has some personal situation, she may have to Leave Xuan Qingzong temporarily."

  He Zixiu frowned as he listened.

  This unexpected situation is indeed unavoidable, he said: "You are responsible for this trial. Let's take care of it."

  Twilight's words are unclear and say yes.

   After completely leaving Xuanqingzong, Jing Mo no longer restrained, and moved with his sword.

  The direction of Yujian is——

  Monster domain.

  The Demon Realm is different from the darkness of the Demon Realm. The Demon King above is a sluggish and sluggish nature.

After Jingmo returned to the Demon Region, he walked towards the Demon Region Hall purposefully.

  Along the way, the guards of the monster domain greeted her.

  Jing Mo nods slightly in the distance.

  She is not a member of the demon domain, but is a demon pharmacist.

  This time, the demon king was seriously injured by the thousands of miles in the demon realm, and she only returned midway through Xuanqingzong.

  In the main hall,

The man leaned back on the king's chair lazily, wearing a loose red shirt, his chest looming, his three thousand ink hair hanging down like a waterfall, his complexion pale due to serious injuries, the fox's eyes were as frivolous and cold as ever when he raised his eyes. The existence of ecstasy.

   "The King." Jing Mo walked up to the Demon King expressionlessly. She lowered her eyes and glanced at Feng Yu's severely injured state, her voice was nice but cold: "You really pick the time."

  "Did you disturb our Pharmacist doing things in Xuanqingzong?" Feng Yu smiled frivolously, with a weary ecstasy, "I don't want to, or should the Pharmacist find those secret demons to settle the account?"

  I heard the word Mozu.

  Jing Mo raised his eyes, those light-colored eyes were surprisingly pale, without any emotion.

  She accidentally said more, and began to heal Feng Yu.

   "Oh right..." The demon king's red dress gave birth to a face that charmed all living beings. He seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and the emotions in his eyes were stained with interest, "You went to Xuan Qingzong."

The three words of Xuan Qingzong murmured from his lips and teeth, with a little unknown lingering meaning. He squinted lazily, remembering the scenes he saw in Xuancheng that night, and suddenly laughed: "Could Zeng See a girl in red?"

  Jing Mo was unmoved, cold and indifferent: "Who."

  Feng Yu thoughtfully, "It's pretty, very arrogant."

  The white-clothed girl paused for a moment, her expression was cold, and her tone was cold: "I don't know."

  Feng Yu slightly regrets, but he also knows that Jing Mo never pays attention to external affairs, and it is normal to not know.

   "If you can touch it... give me a message."

  Jing Mo pointed to the injury on his body, but did not answer Feng Yu's sentence directly and concisely: “Wang Shang had to live before he said it.”

  The Demon King said indifferently: "I can't die."

  It was already dark when Jingmo came out of the palace, she walked slowly, her snow sleeves folded lightly, her white fingertips rubbed a half of blood jade, and there was a magical energy lingering on it.

  Her eyes are clear and smooth.

  Three months ago.

  The demon clan has changed hands. According to rumors, the former demon lord has long since disappeared.

  Three months later.

  The man was in Xuanqingzong.

  The light of blood jade reflected in the girl's eyes, and disappeared in an instant.

  ...

  Xuan Qingzong.

  What happened in the second round of trials was suppressed. After a two-day delay, the second round of trials was resumed. This time, a place was changed, and Xuan Qingzong tightened his grip even more, and there was no accident in the middle.

Ranbai hugged the rabbit directly and walked out a quarter of an hour after entering, followed by a Ruan Yin.

  Ruan Yin tasted such an easy trial for the first time, and when he came out, he was still in a trance and booming, feeling that he could do it again!

  After the end of the second round of trials, Xuan Qingzong began the final round of trials.

  The trial this time was a bit special, it was an illusion.

  And the illusion that everyone enters is different. The illusion is created by the most fearful picture in everyone's heart.

   can be said to be a single trial, as long as the person can break through the illusion, he can officially become a disciple of Xuan Qingzong.

  Under the guidance, the trial disciples enter the illusion at the same time.

  In the middle of the night, the blood moon obscures the sky, and the dark clouds obscure the sun.

  Sorrows are everywhere, and blood flows into rivers.

   glanced at it,

The huge and luxurious palace is vaguely indistinct, hidden in the dark, but it can be seen that on the ninety-nine and eighty-one steps, there are dead bodies everywhere, with thick bones, and blood snaking down from the steps, like a grand event. Sacrifice.

  Above the high-level, the gorgeous but empty palace was completely bloodied and unreal.

  At a glance, it was shocking.

In front of the palace where countless corpses and blood were intertwined, I saw a figure, kneeling on one knee and half on the ninety-nine eighty-one steps, with his back facing the huge palace, his slender fingers clenched a sword tightly, and the blade reached it. On the ground, the figure that supported her did not fall, the hand holding the hilt exhausted all its strength, and the finger bones stretched out with a terrifying coldness, against the blood-red hilt, there was a kind of abstinence and depravity. .

  "Tick..."

   A small sound was the only sound in this deathly silence.

  A drop of blood dripped from her fingertips, and a bloodstain snaked from the pale complexion, like a crack in bone china, and fell on the ground with a morbid beauty.

  She was dressed in red, and she couldn't tell whether she was pure red or full of blood. The hem of her clothes fell on the ground, with thick and crimson blood snaking in the crooked pattern, and three thousand ink hairs scattered behind her, windless.

  In the deadly palace where the blood moon covered the sky and the sun, crossing the ninety-nine-eighty-one steps and looking at the figure holding a sword half-kneeling at a high place, there was a shocking visual effect, like a fallen demon stepping through an endless abyss.

  The surrounding area is too dead, as if all the creatures in the world have been annihilated, and she is the only one left.

  (End of this chapter)