A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

Chapter 299 So, Master, I’m back

This knife leaves no room for mercy.

Steady, accurate, ruthless.

The young man's hand holding the demon-suppressing knife slowly fell weakly, and his kneeling body fell to the side. Blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth, soaking the soil beneath him.

A smile appeared on the corner of his lips, mocking, relieved and proud.

Don’t you want this half-demon body with extremely high talent?

Since he, Mo Yan, can no longer control this body, he will destroy it.

Even if it is destroyed, he will not let others get it.

He is possessed by Mo Yan, and only he can control it.

If others want to devour him and use his body to completely enter the devil's path, don't even think about it.

A demon-suppressing knife is like the existence of the King of Hell in the eyes of the demons.

If an ordinary magic weapon stabs a demon, it will only cause superficial injuries. Demons with high cultivation level will directly abandon their physical bodies and escape with their souls.

But if the demon-suppressing knife stabs the life gate, it will directly hurt the soul.

"Madman! Madman! That's the demon-suppressing knife!"

The demon soul that had just taken control of his body was severely injured due to his actions just now, and Mo Yan was able to take control of his body temporarily.

Hearing the scream in his mind.

The young man's blood-stained thin lips curled up, seemingly satisfied.

Damn it, you can’t fight anyone, you have to fight Mo Yan!

Even if he dies, he still has someone to support him.

Among the several people in the Cangyan Sect, if he had to pick one, Zang Yunzhi would be the one he least wanted to be his enemy.

Not Yan Ci, not Liao Jin, not Qi Youqing, but Mo Yan.

This kid is not bad at scheming, nor is he bad at speaking skills. Most importantly, this guy is crazy.

Who is not afraid of a madman, and he is a madman that few people can get past.

No matter whether it is absurd and weird ideas or actions, a madman can come up with them and do them.

It only took Mo Yan two short breaths from thinking about stabbing himself with the Demon Suppressing Knife to actually doing it.

Even the timing was chosen well.

At that moment, the demon basically completely took over his body and took the dominant role in this body.

He stabbed his own life gate to ensure that the demon-suppressing knife could play its best role and completely injure the leading soul.

But as he exists in this body at the same time, he will also be severely damaged, there is no doubt about it.

In short, he is ruthless and bold enough.

Compared with the two, although he is lighter, his soul has long been extremely weak due to the existence of another demon soul.

Therefore, when the demon soul in the body has begun to weaken.

Mo Yan's soul has completely disappeared from this body.

It should have completely dissipated.

However, it is a pity that such a ruthless and talented young man died completely like this.

What's even more pity is that the two of them died together as the young man wished.

He won't die yet.

The young man lying in a pool of blood vomited a large mouthful of blood again, his body trembled slightly, and a wisp of misty soul quickly broke away and stayed for a moment.

It seemed like he was reluctant to part with this body, but also seemed to be regretting it.

Having been pierced through the Ming Gate with the Demon Suppressing Knife, this body is no longer suitable for the demon soul to occupy.

But under normal circumstances, few people can penetrate something like the Ming Gate accurately.

As if feeling something, the remaining demon soul immediately fled and evacuated this place.

It was precisely because of this that he missed the most exciting scene.

A dark red line flashed across the blade of the Demon Suppression Knife, covered by blood.

Yan Fengmian hurried over.

The strong smell of blood made him feel uneasy.

Although it is very likely that it is another monster that was slaughtered, the wounds on the death monster's body have become more and more irregular along the way.

It's like the condition of the people who killed them is becoming more and more unstable.

When I pushed aside the lush vegetation that blocked my view, I clearly saw the scene in front of me.

Yan Fengmian stopped and did not move forward any further. He looked at the young man in front of him with deep and complicated eyes.

"Master, long time no see!"

His fourth disciple, who was worrisome and who was causing worries to everyone in the sect because he was messing around outside, was now in a miserable state, weak and covered in blood.

Because his body was really weak, he could only rely on the demon-suppressing knife stuck in the ground, and he slumped on the ground helplessly, with a bright smile on his pale face.

The dark red clothes embroidered with gold Taotie patterns are in tatters, and they are downcast but uninhibited. Some people are cool and flamboyant even if they are about to die.

Yan Fengmian looked at the young man for a moment and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"It's good to live."

"It's good to live."

The master and the disciple said these four words with different similarities.

The smile on Mo Yan's face couldn't be concealed at all, it looked a bit relaxed as before.

There is no need to think about it, this kid did it on purpose.

In order to prove that he did it on purpose, Mo Yan said something like:

"Master, look, I knew you would say this."

Therefore, Mo Yan is really back.

He chuckled softly, with a smile on his lips. His voice was weak, but his eyes were filled with a very shallow light.

Yan Fengmian walked over and looked down at the embarrassed little wolf cub with complicated eyes.

"If you don't want to laugh, you don't have to laugh."

Mo Yan smiled and nodded twice, but finally lowered his head.

The raised arc at the corners of his lips gradually disappeared, and his breathing became a little faster. The hand holding the demon-suppressing knife secretly exerted force, and the fingertips turned white.

When he raised his head again, there was still a smile on his lips, as if he was very satisfied with the current situation.

"Master, don't feel sorry for me, look!"

He raised his hand and motioned for Yan Fengmian to explore his meridians.

Yan Fengmian hesitated for a moment, then put his fingertips up. As soon as the spiritual power touched the inside of the meridians, he felt a very chaotic but extremely powerful fluctuation of spiritual power.

"I have already passed the tribulation."

But his words did not make Yan Fengmian's expression soften.

in contrast.

It even made Yan Fengmian's expression become more condensed and cautious.

Lifting the hem of his clothes with one hand, Yan Fengmian bent his knees and squatted down, staring directly into Mo Yan's eyes with his amber eyes.

It was as if she wanted to hide him deep in her eyes, or to see clearly what he was thinking deep in his heart.

"Mo Yan, if you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it, but don't give an explanation that is true or false, do you understand?"

Yan Fengmian knew very well the character of his fourth disciple.

This child usually seems to be careless, heartless, and will always retaliate for his anger. Sometimes he even picks the tiger's butt and touches it. He always stirs up troubles but is not afraid of them.

But in fact, among the disciples of the sect, he is the most difficult to figure out, and he can hide things deep in his heart.

A child who has been able to take good care of him and his mother in a mixed place since he was a child, how can he express his emotions and truly deep thoughts so easily.

Laughter and carefreeness are his protective colors.

What Yan Fengmian was afraid of now was not that Mo Yan wouldn't tell the truth, but that Mo Yan would tell him half-truths and half-falsehoods about what happened to him these days.

Some things are even half-truth and half-false, and directly give them a wrong guide.

It seemed like he answered their questions, but it was better not to ask them.

Facing the master's solemn words, Mo Yan just lowered his head and smiled softly.

"Master, am I like this?"

"The reason why my current strength is to transcend tribulation is because I refined the strength of the demon clan I encountered in the secret realm last time."

"I just didn't expect that that guy was also recharging his energy. After I returned to the Demon Clan, I accidentally released him. That guy was the Demon Clan Prince from thousands of years ago, Duzi."

Duzi can be regarded as a figure from many years ago, with a thunderous existence.

At that time, the relationship between the demons and the monks was extremely tense, but the demon king kidnapped an extremely outstanding monk woman, and in order to humiliate the monks, the monk woman successfully gave birth to a baby boy.

Although he is of half-demon blood, Duzi has shown extremely high talent for cultivation, and his temperament and growing environment have made him not only a terrifying being in the world of immortals, but also a being feared by everyone in the demon world.

Even when news of his ascension came out later, the demon world was not proud of it.

"Don't they all say that Duzi is the first demon to ascend? In fact, he didn't ascend and almost died."

"I happened to meet me who is also of half-demon blood. He took over my body and I absorbed his energy."

"It's just that later in the Demon Clan, I accidentally let him turn over and take charge. But it doesn't matter. Now I have really kicked him out."

What Mo Yan said was true, it was indeed the case.

"It was Duzi who took over your body a few days ago, and the injuries on the people in Wangxin City and the monster beasts along the way were actually caused by the two of you fighting for the dominance of your body?"

"Yes."

Mo Yan responded honestly.

But the hand hidden under the sleeve moved slightly, and the thumb nail pressed hard on the pad of the index finger, digging out a bloody mark.