In order to survive, I became the little wife of the villain

In the past four years, the world has been very peaceful, and everyone in the cultivation world is very pleased to see the balance and prosperity they guard.

Until one day, countless crows circled in front of each sect, neighing continuously.

Xuanfengmen was the first to have this omen. Before Xuanfengmen could understand the meaning of this, the demons came to the door.

Seeing a large number of demon cultivators surrounding the sect, Ming Yijing and the elders looked unhappy.

Just as they were getting ready to face the battle, these demons retreated respectfully to both sides and automatically made way for them.

Jiang Ying walked out of the crowd in a black robe.

"Long time no see?" He smiled and greeted these old friends in front of him.

These people were all the ones who strangled him 20 years ago. His gaze slowly moved down and fixed on Ming Yijing in the wheelchair.

His leg was broken by himself 20 years ago.

Ming Yijing and the others looked at the man in front of them with different expressions on their faces.

This devil, shouldn't have died 20 years ago.

Standing behind Ming Yijing, Ming Ruochu looked at Jiang Ying with eyes that almost burst into flames.

It was him who killed his father with disabled legs and could only sit in a wheelchair.

Jiang Ying raised her eyebrows, "I'm here to look for him today."

Zhan Xianjian pointed directly at Ruochu.

Jiang Ying's eyes sparkled with excitement, "I didn't have a good fight four years ago, today, we will come again."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed again and again. The evildoer who appeared in Xuzhou City four years ago was actually the Demon Lord.

"You're not dead?" A light flashed in Ming Ruochu's eyes.

In the past four years, Jiang Ying has changed so much that he almost didn't recognize him.

"You win, I'll go, you lose." Jiang Ying's eyes swept across the Xuanfengmen, "They're all going to die."

These words made Ming Ruochu, who was eager to try, hesitate a bit. He really wanted to fight him again, but he couldn't bet the life of the entire sect.

Seeing his hesitation, Jiang Ying sneered, "If you don't agree, they will die too."

Ming Yijing is clear, he brought so many demon cultivators here today, and even Dongjun Gu Qingming and Beijun Ji Jiuyou, with the current strength of Xuanfengmen, it is difficult to compete with them.

It's better to stand with him and still have a chance.

Thinking of this, Ming Ruochu slowly stepped forward and called out the Flowing Sword.

Ming Yijing gave him a hard look, "Back off."

At the beginning, Jiang Ying was killed by so many people besieging him. Now that Ming Ruochu is going to fight him, isn't that letting him die.

Jiang Ying frowned, "Noisy."

"Father, let the child have a try," Ming Yijing said with firm eyes.

Ming Yijing opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

"Mozun, let's unleash the sword," Ming Ruochu said to Jiang Ying.

Jiang Ying turned her head sideways, "Okay, it's too small here, go up."

After all, he flew into the clouds.

Ming Ruochu followed without hesitation.

Everyone couldn't see the battle between the two clearly, they could only see one black and one white alternately in the air.

It's just that the white light is getting dimmer and dimmer.

Seeing Ming Yijing and several elders, she felt anxious and wanted to step forward to help, but was stopped by Ji Jiuyou.

"If you guys want to make a move, we will play with you," Gu Qingming played with the black air in his hand, with a contemptuous tone.

Ming Yijing and the others could only stare at them angrily.

In the sky above, Ming Ruochu's white robe was already covered with bloodstains. He knew that he was definitely not Jiang Ying's opponent.

But he still wants to try his best to win a chance for everyone in the sect.

There was a slight smile on the corner of Jiang Ying's mouth, "Young Master Ming, your cultivation has been slack in recent years."

Hearing the sarcasm in his words, Ming Ruochu was not to be outdone, "Naturally, I can't compare to your rapid progress."

The exercises practiced by the demons are very evil, as long as there is death or resentment, they can make rapid progress.

I don't know how many mortal bones were used to create Jiang Ying's current strength.

"Hehe", Jiang Ying smiled and said nothing.

As long as he is strong enough, no matter how he becomes stronger.

These people in the comprehension world are really pedantic.

Taking advantage of Jiang Ying's distraction, the Liuguang sword brushed across his cheek.

Jiang Ying raised her eyebrows, "Young Master Ming, you still like to play tricks so much."

Knowing that he was not upright just now, Ming Ruochu didn't answer the conversation.

If you don't expect it, then you don't even have [-]% hope.

The Liuguang sword stabbed at Jiang Ying again, this time he did not hide.

He was tired of playing, this game of disparity in strength should be over.

The fighting in the sky stopped, and they all looked up, wanting to see who won the battle that determined their own fate.

The first thing to fall was the fragments of the Flowing Light Sword.

Then, he was covered in blood as bright as before.

Everyone in Xuanfengmen breathed a sigh of relief, this Demon Venerable was really ruthless.

"I'll fight with you", Ming Yijing saw her son was born like this, his eyes split open.

Jiang Ying slowly descended from the sky with a smile on his face, "Kill it, it's boring."

After finishing speaking, he left leisurely without seeing the faces of everyone in Xuanfengmen.

With the order of the demon king, the group of demon cultivators who had endured for a long time showed their weapons one after another.

They have waited too long for this day.

I don't know how long this fight lasted, and the corpses all over the ground showed the brutality of this war.

Even the river in the back mountain was stained red by blood.

The Xuanfeng Sect was destroyed, but the other sects did not receive any news.

And the Demon Race wiped out the Cangyun Sect with lightning speed.

This is undoubtedly the most proud moment of the Mozu in the past 20 years. They finally got their shame on this day.

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In the demon hall, Jiang Ying supported his head and listened to the reports from the people below.

"Your Majesty, only the Xiaoyao Sect is left among the three sects. I don't know when we will do it." Yu Qingyan said.

Gu Qingming also nodded, "If they get the news and take precautions, it will be difficult."

"Liar" Jiang Ying looked at the fan in his hand, and said these two words coldly.

There was no reason to say this, which made the four devils look puzzled.

Jiang Ying is still immersed in his own world. This fan was left to him by Liu Wangshu, and he has kept it with him all these years.

He deliberately put Xiaoyaozong at the end, and he was looking forward to what Liu Wangshu's reaction would be when he saw him.

"Your Majesty?" Yu Qingyan called softly.

Only then did Jiang Ying react, "Huh?"

"When are we going to Xiaoyaozong?" Yu Qingyan repeated.

Jiang Ying shook off the folding fan and looked at the patterns on it, "What time is it today?"

Although puzzled, Gu Qingming still replied: "Eleventh."

"Okay," Jiang Ying closed her fan, "That will be four days later."

Wangshu, the elegant name of the moon.

The moon on the fifteenth day is the most beautiful, and he wants to catch the moon back on this day.

Let her be her own.

The bright moon in the sky is hard to find. If you want the moon of Xiaoyaozong, it is not a matter of moving your fingers.