My wife is not a demon

The woman cut it off with one sword!

The sword light slashed over the head of the Holy Son with a mighty gaze, making a violent explosion sound.

The surging power pushed away in all directions like a cloud ring, and half of the tower body was also cracked and exploded, and the broken stones splashed randomly.

However, such a fierce attack did not cause much harm to the Son.

"You guys underestimate the little monk too."

The Holy Son glanced at the small piece of flesh that had been cut off from his shoulder with contempt in his eyes.

"Om-"

Shao Si Ming slender feet, and flew to the back of Shengzi, and the yin and yang pattern of flying leaves wrapped in the monstrous evil spirit forced Shengzi to be suppressed under the formation, and the cold wind blew her skirt, slender and beautiful The body shape has a unique beauty in killing intent.

The Holy Son spoke slowly, solemnly and sacredly, complaining bitterly about the scriptures.

Every word is like an attack wave full of murderous intent, hitting Yun Zhiyue and Shao Si Ming directly, making them both in a trance.

Bang!

Following the heavy blow of the Holy Son's Dharma, Yun Zhiyue's body flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, and hit the wooden table behind heavily.

Shao Siming used his strength to take a few steps back to stabilize his figure, panting lightly.

At this time, the Holy Son's face was extremely pale.

In order to catch Yun Zhiyue very quickly, he directly used the powerful techniques of Tantric Buddhism, which also made him exceed the physical load.

Although he has been belittling Yun Zhiyue's current cultivation level, after all, the skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and with less command, if he fights normally, he probably won't be able to take it down in half an hour.

"come over!"

Shengzi forcibly swallowed a mouthful of blood gushing from his throat, sucked Yun Zhiyue into his hands from the air, and grabbed her neck.

Seeing Shao Si Ming rushing towards him, he shouted in a low voice, "If you don't want her to die, get out."

However, Shao Si Ming didn't care about it, and even unleashed a powerful attack towards Yun Zhiyue, completely disregarding that the other party had a hostage.

She is not a fool.

The other party arrested Yun Zhiyue for dual cultivation, so he wanted Yun Zhiyue's death more than anyone else.

Seeing Shao Siming's crazy actions, Shengzi cursed secretly, and a thick golden light burst out from his right palm instantly, mixed with the power of heaven and earth, blocking Shao Siming for half a step.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he rushed out of the Siguo Pagoda like lightning, and said to the middle-aged monk below: "Stop her!"

The middle-aged monk who was an entourage threw off his cassock and rushed towards Shao Siming.

But before Shengzi breathed a sigh of relief, a gust of wind suddenly came from behind him, and his heart was alerted.

He didn't turn around, and rushed forward directly, forcibly removing part of the attack power of the people behind him, and after taking a few steps with the exquisite tantric steps, he finally saw the person who attacked him clearly.

It turned out to be the foodie little girl with six doors.

The girl in the black dress waved her white fists like a furious lioness chasing her madly.

The Son was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and said angrily, "Girl, I know you are a member of the imperial court, but today's matter has nothing to do with the imperial court. Don't stop me, my tantric sect is willing to give you benefits."

Faced with the Son's compromise negotiation, Wucailuo didn't stop as if she had never heard of it.

"court death!"

The Holy Son was completely enraged, and he swung the seal like a thousand mountains and waves to suppress the girl forcibly.

Just as he was about to forcibly escape, a series of slender black silk threads were thrown from the air without warning.

However, no matter how vigilant Shengzi was, he could not detect it at the first time. Coupled with the distraction from the fight with Wucailuo, in a trance, Yun Zhiyue, who was kidnapped by him, was entangled in black silk threads and pulled over forcibly. .

"who!"

Shengzi turned pale with shock, turned his head and saw an extremely handsome man hugging Yun Zhiyue, staring at him coldly.

"Ma'am, are you alright?"

Chen Mu looked down at Yun Zhiyue's pale cheeks, and gently wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of her mouth, feeling extremely distressed.

Yun Zhiyue rolled her eyes angrily: "Another step later, and your wife will be snatched away."

Although he was cursing, he still hugged the man's chest tightly, and a happy smile overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

This guy really didn't disappoint her.

Shengzi dodged Wucailuo's attack, saw this scene and suddenly understood, stared at Chen Mu and said, "Forgiveness is true, Da Si Ming didn't lie to me, she actually has someone she likes, it's a pity..."

"What a pity?"

Chen Mu sneered, and raised his hand to signal Wucailuo to stop first.

Shengzi was a little surprised that Wucailuo listened to Chen Mu's words, but he didn't think too much at this time, and said lightly: "It's a pity that you don't have the ability to protect her, and you don't have the ability to restore her to her former peak cultivation, so... are you worthy?" on him."

"There is something wrong with this monk's brain designation, which is no different from mental retardation."

Chen Mu shook his head speechlessly.

Yun Zhiyue stared at Shengzi with disgust and contempt: "He is a thousand or ten thousand times stronger than you, and he is also capable of helping me restore my cultivation. Do you think that you are the only one in the world who can do it? You are really a frog in the bottom of a well."

"Ah……"

The Holy Son smiled, and didn't bother to refute the childish words of the woman.

"It seems that you have blind confidence in yourself."

Chen Mu smiled, and hugged Yun Zhiyue's slender waist tightly, "I can restore my wife's cultivation right now, and then beat you hard, believe it or not?"

"The little monk doesn't believe it."

The Son shook his head.

Hearing this, the expression on Yun Zhiyue's face froze.

No way, does this guy want to practice that kind of cultivation here?

But she was obviously thinking too much.

Chen Mu stretched out two fingers to a point between his brows, squeezed out a seal with the other hand, and pressed it on Yun Zhiyue's lower abdomen...

It's that simple?