Quick Travel: After dressing up as a villain, he is bound to the childbirth system

Chapter 708 Born with Sword Bones, Little Master Uncle x2 Paranoid Cultivation 51

Just as the spiritual power from the outside world burst out and accumulated strength to attack the barrier formed by the spiritual mist of heaven and earth again and again, the illusion created by Yin Wu Yue relying on the Kunlun Secret Realm was also affected.

Yin Wu Yue used his thumb to wipe away a tear from Zhu Bai Shao's eyes due to extreme joy. Looking at her drowsy appearance, he said softly, "Thank you for your hard work, my wife. There are always some bugs outside that disturb your sleep. I will go and deal with them first..."

"Have a good rest, my lady."

He pulled the thin quilt over Zhu Baishao's delicate body, which was pale pink and covered with red marks, and kissed her forehead lovingly before Yin Wu Yue turned over and got out of bed.

As his feet touched the ground, a pair of black boots with gold painting covered his feet with bulging veins. He also wore a black robe with intricate patterns, covering his previously naked body.

The corner of Yin Wu Yue's mouth curled up in an arc of impatience, and his dark eyes were filled with raging murderous intent.

These people, why do they have to ruin the little time he and his wife have left to spend together?

Really.

Damn it.

outside world.

The spiritual power of the crowd gathered again and continuously flowed towards Jiuyu in the air. This time he did not condense a ball of light to attack, but drew a long sword from the void, borrowed the power of everyone, and slashed at the spiritual mist without reservation.

The terrifying force of the sword forced many people with low cultivation to kneel down on one knee, and also made many people feel a chill in their hearts.

They seemed to remember just then that the Poxue Sect where Jiuyu came from was called the Poxue Sword Sect a long time ago.

All disciples in the sect are good at using swords.

Jiuyu had never shown his strength in swordsmanship before, but now it has somewhat refreshed his impression.

But this powerful sword still stopped in front of the spiritual mist.

Visible surging black air was pouring out from it, and demonic energy was spreading, just like dropping a drop of ink into a glass of clear water, which soon dyed the much thinner spiritual mist with color.

The Sect Master, Jiuyu and other people with slightly higher cultivation recognized the demonic energy at a glance, and their hearts skipped a beat, and the previous sense of uneasiness became even stronger.

Jiuyu narrowed his eyes, thinking of the mystery of ascension hidden behind the spiritual mist. He took advantage of the fact that many people had not reacted and swung his sword again.

The sword light with terrifying momentum collided with the increasingly rampant demonic energy. The arc of impact was visible to the naked eye. Although it dissipated some of the spiritual mist, it also caused many disciples to vomit blood.

Jiuyu was about to strike with the sword in his hand again when he heard the sect leader shout, "Stop!"

He flew forward, ready to stop Jiuyu.

Because at this rate, if he strikes with two more swords, those with low cultivation level present will die on the spot.

The sect leader's figure was fast, but the sword in Jiuyu's hand was even faster.

Just when the sect leader felt that something was wrong, a snow-white hand with distinct joints stretched out from the surging demonic energy and easily grasped the sword light.

The thunderous sword light was like fragile glass, shattering inch by inch at the fingertips of this hand, and dissipating into tiny specks of light.

This sudden change made everyone present focus their attention on that hand. Then, following the slender fingers, they saw an exquisite, evil face emerging from the black air.

The man had deep features, and his sleepy eyes were like deep pools, containing layers of mist, as if to lead anyone who saw him into the mist and have them swallowed by the scarlet in the depths.

Yin Wu Yue flicked his fingertips and said indifferently: "How brave of you to knock on my door."

He looked at Jiuyu and the clan leader who were flying in the air. They were obviously the leaders. The corners of his lips twitched, "It's you two?"

"Demon cultivator!"

"You, the demon cultivator, have harmed my disciples, and now you appear before me in broad daylight. I will kill you today!"

Jiuyu shouted coldly, and the long sword in front of him began to gather strength again. However, everyone was distracted this time and no one supplied him with spiritual power, so the fluctuation of the momentum on the long sword was obviously much weaker than before.

Yin Wu Yue's clone had stayed in Zhao Qing's body for several years and was very familiar with the Po Xue Sect. He also knew the two people in front of him, and even knew about Jiu Yu and Bu Yun Miao's affair.

There was a hint of sarcasm on his lips, "Master Jiuyu is really hypocritical. You want to break the magic circle so much, are you trying to avenge your disciple... oh no, your lover, or is it for your own selfish desires?"

Jiuyu's eyes suddenly darkened, and the long sword in his hand turned into a sharp sword light, rushing straight towards Yin Wu Yue with overwhelming force.

But Yin Wu Yue just floated quietly in the air without any dodging, and just like before, he easily caught the sword light with his fingertips.

He sighed, "Originally, I wanted to let you, the Snow Breaking Sect, go for her sake, but now it seems..."

The clan leader widened his eyes slightly.

he? she? it?

Who?

Without giving the sect leader time to think carefully, Yin Wu Yue's eyes darkened and he dispersed the sword light with a flick of his sleeve.

This time, the backlash of the sword energy caused Jiuyu to fly backwards and retreat several steps. He staggered and inserted the sword into the ground to stop his retreat.

Jiuyu knelt on one knee on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just like those ordinary disciples who were ignored by him before.

Yin Wu Yue's dark figure loomed over Jiu Yu's head, and he couldn't help but feel a chill. He had always been high above everyone else, controlling the lives and deaths of others, but now he was being controlled by someone else...

Jiuyu's heartbeat suddenly became unbalanced and her blood almost froze. This fear that emanated from the depths of her soul was both ancient and unfamiliar.

“…Who are you?”

Yin Wu Yue sneered, "I won't tell you, but you can guess."

The others who pricked up their ears to eavesdrop: "..."

Yin Wu Yue wanted to end the battle quickly, so he raised a hand condensed by demonic energy, grabbed Jiu Yu's neck like a chick, and lifted him up.

He smiled wantonly and disdainfully, "Really... weak."

Jiuyu was already in a state of disgrace at this time, and was being ridiculed in public. His spiritual energy surged wildly, and he tried to struggle out.

At the same time, other people saw their expressions and started to do some small actions secretly.

The corners of Yin Wu Yue's mouth rose, and then wisps of demonic energy shot out, like ropes that strangled the necks of several people who were planning to sneak attack him.

He lifted the person into the air, glanced at him lightly, and snapped his fingers nonchalantly.

Poof, poof.

There were a few muffled sounds, and the blood rain created by the explosion of those people fell down, making many people look terrified.

An old man among the Buddhist monks looked at the scene in front of him, which seemed to match some scenes deep in his memory. He was shocked, "Demon... Demon Lord, Yin Wu Yue?!"

His voice was very low, but it still fell into Yin Wu Yue's ears. He raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect that someone would know him.

Yin Wu Yue glanced over there and said jokingly, "You guessed it right, but there is no reward."

He completely ignored the horrified expressions of others who knew the name of the Demon Lord.

The depths of the Kunlun secret realm is actually where the Demon Lord is sealed?

Then wouldn't this group of people have wasted their energy to help the Demon Lord escape from trouble?

You have to know that all demon cultivators are ruthless and cruel. The Demon Lord who has been trapped for hundreds of years has appeared...

They seemed to have foreseen the bloody storm that was about to unfold in the world of immortal cultivation and the mortal world.