Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

Get rid of the devil, and he will be his own, and his own alone...

"What do you need me to do?" Jiang Zhuoan's voice was hoarse, and the eyes he looked at Yan Qingning were mixed with worldly desires.

Probably because he had suffered a lot of injuries recently, Yan Qingning's voice was much softer than before.

He grabbed Jiang Zhuo'an's hand and put it against his heart: "Pierce my heart and completely strangle the devil."

"No." Jiang Zhuo'an rejected his crazy idea without even a moment's hesitation, and retracted his fingertips as if they were burned: "I can't do it."

He once pierced Yan Qingning's heart with his own hands due to inexplicable power in the illusion, and now he was asked to repeat his actions in the illusion again, and there was no way he could do it.

"It's really difficult!" Yan Qingning didn't expect him to agree directly, and said with a smile: "Then Immortal Lord Heng'an must have a fight with me, otherwise it won't be easy for you to explain when you get there!"

Jiang Zhuo'an lowered his eyes and thought for a long time, then summoned the Xing Yan Sword and said: "Okay."

The intimate behavior between the two people without anyone else had already made everyone in the cultivation world dissatisfied, and everyone was muttering in a low voice.

"Isn't this Heng'an Immortal the first to eliminate demons and protect the Tao? Why have you been talking to this demon for so long?"

"The Immortal Lord is so compassionate that even before he kills a demon, he has to say a lot of words to exhort him."

"What kind of mercy? What advice? It's obvious that he has a relationship with that devil!"

……

"Look, Immortal Lord Heng'an is fighting with that devil!" A younger monk did not join in the group's muttering, and pointed anxiously at Jiang Zhuo'an, who was fighting Yan Qingning.

It was said that they were fighting, but the current state of the two was actually closer to flirting.

The spiritual sword and the magic sword collided with each other, and the flying belt would catch the green hair from time to time, as idle as a sparring trial between Taoist couples.

Shen Ke looked at the almost stalemate battle situation and reprimanded dissatisfiedly: "Jiang Zhuo'an, why don't you kill that devil?"

Jiang Zhuoan's hand made a movement, and the sword that was about to be retracted was not noticed for a moment, and it hit Yan Qingning's face, breaking the straps of the mask around his ears.

The ferocious ghost face fell, and the young man's delicate and beautiful face was openly revealed in front of everyone, causing waves of surprises.

There are many people in the world of cultivation who have seen him at the Tianshu Sect's disciple selection meeting. Even if someone pointed out: "He...isn't he...a disciple of Heng'an Immortal Lord?"

"But how...why is he this devil?"

"Could it be that... Heng'an Immortal Lord already knew that he was a demon?"

"Since Heng'an Immortal Lord knows that he is a demon, why would he accept him as his disciple?"

"Is it true that it is like the recent news coming out in the world of cultivation? Immortal Lord Heng'an has an affair with the demons?"

……

The crowd's discussion became louder and louder, and even Jiang Zhuo'an was involved in this topic.It has nothing to do with anything else, just because Jiang Zhuoan's influence is so great in the entire world of cultivation.

"Hey, Master, is he so impatient?" Yan Qingning raised an eyebrow and looked at Jiang Zhuo'an: "Are you in such a hurry to remove your disciple's face covering?"

Just being looked at by him like this, Jiang Zhuo'an felt a little unable to adapt. He lowered his head guiltily and muttered: "I...I didn't mean to..."

His humble look not only did not make Yan Qingning happy in the slightest, but instead gave rise to a sense of depression and irritability from the bottom of his heart.

He forcibly dragged the aloof Immortal Lord down from the Nine Heavens, where the fireworks of the human world were untouched, but he did not want the Immortal Lord to lose his pride and humble himself in the dust to pray to him.

His gods should be like the bright moon hanging high in the sky, receiving worship from the mortal people and enjoying the worship of the common people in the world.

And he will be the most devout believer in the gods...

[Xiaobai, how confident are you that you can control the mission target to kill me? 】 Yan Qingning withdrew from the area where he was fighting with Jiang Zhuoan and took the time to ask Xiaobai who was nesting in his conscious space.

Xiaobai: [I can only control the task target to stay still for 1 minute at most. If I want the task target to kill the host, I still need the host to work hard. 】

1 minute...almost!

Yan Qingning had a wicked smile on his lips, and blood-stained demonic energy seeped out from his palms, turning into chains, binding together the huddled group of cultivators behind Jiang Zhuoan.

"Heng'an Immortal Lord, my respected master, there is no one behind me to help.

To be fair, you can't have anyone behind you to help you.Otherwise, there will always be someone who can help you from time to time. Wouldn’t it be a great loss to me? "

"I won't do that." Jiang Zhuo'an paused while holding the Xing Yan Sword, his cold eyes filled with the grievance of being misunderstood.

"Master, how about I give you a chance to slay the demon?" Yan Qingning stretched out, slowly approached him, and grabbed his sword-holding wrist as if no one else was around: "In memory of your kindness in teaching me, let me I gave up the delusion I shouldn’t have.

I will give you the opportunity of three swords. If you can successfully kill me within three swords, you will also deal with the demon. From now on, you will be the only one in the world of cultivation, and you will no longer have to worry about the threat posed by the demons to you. . "

When he became a disciple of Jiang Zhuo'an, he once begged Jiang Zhuo'an to give him the chance of three swords. At that time, he said that as long as he could survive the three swords alive, Jiang Zhuo'an would accept him as his apprentice.

Now, he gave Jiang Zhuoan the opportunity to kill him with three swords.

"I won't do anything to you." Jiang Zhuoan's hand holding the sword was trembling, and his eyes were a little sour.

"Jiang Zhuo'an, don't forget your duty. You are a spiritual practitioner, and your duty is to eliminate demons!"

Shen Ke's sharp voice came from behind Jiang Zhuo'an, and his mean hanging eyes and the unhealed wound at the end of his eyes looked particularly ferocious.

"Noisy!" Yan Qingning frowned, raised his hand, and a bloody demonic energy rushed over and knocked Shen Ke unconscious. It also disabled Shen Ke's tendons and completely cut off all his cultivation.

After this incident, other people who were whispering in the cultivation world immediately fell silent, fearing that Yan Qingning would be unhappy for a while and that he would be the next person to deal with.

"Master, how have you considered the idea proposed by the disciple?" Yan Qingning crossed his arms and glanced sideways at Jiang Zhuo'an, with a childish look on his slightly pale face.

"I won't agree." Jiang Zhuo'an still shook his head. If Yan Qingning hadn't forcibly grabbed his wrist and held onto the Xing Yan Sword in his hand, he would have put the Spirit Sword away long ago.

"What a pity—"

Yan Qingning's eyebrows were slightly curved, as if she had expected this answer from him.

He let go of Jiang Zhuo'an's wrist, put his hands around his neck, and whispered into his ear: "In order to deal with the monsters in the eastern suburbs of Jicheng City, I specifically borrowed power from the devil and crushed my own Nascent Soul.

The power of the devil is soaked in my bones and blood, tearing at my muscles day and night, I really feel pain..."

"Can you help me and get rid of the devil?"

He deliberately maintained this ambiguous and charming posture, lowered his voice very low and whispered coquettishly: "The devil and I are not symbiotic. He will be the one who dies after you pierce the heart, and I will not die. So help me." Am I okay?"

"Master, can you help me?"