From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

The fight outside was in full swing, and in addition to the clash of magic weapons and the fight at hand, the Demon Lord also tried to use his evil thoughts to corrode Ling Xiaozi's mind, trying to throw him into chaos.

Ling Xiaozi's major was the Way of Ruthlessness, his mind was indestructible, and his willpower was unmatched. He held on to his mental defenses and didn't give anyone a chance.

I don't know how long the fight lasted, but it was already dark.

The ordinary people who cheered had their voices hoarse from shouting.

Meng Liu, who was trapped in a cage, fainted.

She had already spent a lot of her spiritual power to activate the formation. Later, the Demon Lord gave her some spiritual power, but it was not enough. She was waiting to extract something from that group of ordinary people at the critical moment, but before she could do that, Ling Xiaozi arrived.

Her body was hot and her mind was not clear. She could not keep her balance and passed out.

The Demon Lord became even more worried when he saw this situation. He couldn't help but speed up his movements, wanting to end this battle quickly.

People tend to make mistakes when they are anxious. Ling Xiaozi's eyes became serious, he found a gap and chopped down with his palm.

The Demon Lord was unable to dodge and vomited a large mouthful of blood.

He covered his chest and took a few steps back, his face so gloomy that ink could drip out.

Without caring about too much, he flashed like a gust of wind and grabbed Meng Liu who was tied to a stool.

He appeared in front of Ling Xiaozi again, and pinched Meng Liu's neck with his five fingers. With just a little force, he could strangle her to death immediately.

Ling Xiaozi was furious: "Let her go!"

The Demon Lord pulled the corners of his lips and raised them slightly: "Let my people go, or I will kill her."

Ling Xiaozi glanced at Meng Liu, the No. 2 person who was locked in a cage by him.

Released? That's impossible.

He simply threw his sword upwards, and the ancient sword suddenly split into countless pieces, and the sword heads were all pointed at Meng Liu in the cage.

The demon lord was furious: "How dare you!!!"

He shouted angrily, and seeing that Ling Xiaozi didn't react, he tightened his grip and pinched Meng Liu's neck even harder.

"Don't be impulsive. I am the real body. If I die, she will die too."

The Demon Lord almost bit his teeth to pieces. With wolves in front and tigers behind, he completely lost the initiative: "Shut up."

Ling Xiaozi stood there quietly like a sculpture. After a moment, he said, "Misa, you and this witch have committed a heinous crime. Neither my Tianji Sect nor the secular world will let you go. Why don't you surrender quickly?"

Demon Lord Misa snorted coldly: "Ling Xiaozi, do you really want to kill us all? Don't forget that it was me who helped you escape from Hei Ze Yuan."

Meng Liu blinked, looking at this and that.

It turns out that these two people have known each other for a long time. According to what the Demon Lord said, he had helped the master before.

"Well... how about we sit down and talk it out? Instead of shouting and yelling, what do you think?"

The Demon Lord seemed to hate her. Whenever Meng Liu opened her mouth, he would glare at her sinisterly. Even now, he said, "You have no right to speak here!"

My own apprentice was treated like this by others.

Ling Xiaozi felt uncomfortable on the spot, partly because he was worried about Meng Liu, but mostly because he felt provoked.

He activated the hilt of the sword and a spell hit the number two Meng Liu.

Her meridians were faintly visible on her fair skin, as if they would burst out at any time.

Misa was shocked: “No!!!”

But it was too late. The unsealed No. 2 Meng Liu floated towards them uncontrollably.

He reached out to grab it, but only grabbed a piece of black clothing. No. 2 Meng Liu seemed to be attracted by an irresistible force and instantly merged into Meng Liu's body and became one with her.

The air fell silent, and Misa watched the one he loved disappear before his eyes. He couldn't tell whether this person was completely gone or had turned into Meng Liu.

He let go of his hand in a daze, and Meng Liu quickly trotted to Ling Xiaozi's side.

"Master."

"Are you okay?" he asked with concern.

Meng Liu shook her head and absorbed her own clone. She had done this countless times. There was no feeling of comfort or discomfort. She just got used to it.

Ling Xiaozi sighed and said, "Misa, take care of yourself."

He did have a connection with the Demon Lord. It was during a training session with his master when he was young, and thousands of monks entered the secret realm together.

Ling Xiaozi got separated from his master, and when passing through the territory of a seventh-level monster, he met Misa and was almost bitten to death. They were of the same age, and Ling Xiaozi could not tell at that time that he was a member of the Demon Sect.

Both were upright young monks with a passion in their hearts, and the two of them immediately set out together to gain experience in the secret realm.

They help each other. In the secret realm, there are no restrictions on identity, only the instinctive kindness between people.

After staying together for more than a month, when they were about to leave, they encountered the greatest danger in the entire secret realm.

Misa knew that he had concealed Ling Xiaozi's identity and felt guilty, so he sent him away at the last critical moment.

Afterwards, Ling Xiaozi found out about his identity as a member of the Demon Sect, and the two had no contact since then.

If number two Meng Liu had not been in Ling Xiaozi's hands at the time, Misa would not have brought up this past event. After all, to be honest, Ling Xiaozi had saved him and he had also saved Ling Xiaozi, and the gratitude between the two had long been even.

However, this matter has always been on Ling Xiaozi's mind. Since Misa brought it up, he had no intention of killing everyone.

Anyway, I will let him go this time. Next time we meet, good and evil will still decide the winner.

The Demon Lord stayed there dejectedly. The person he loved had disappeared. Even though she had merged with Meng Liu's body, she was no longer her.

It is true that they are the same person, but the memories between him and Meng Liu are things that only he remembers.

Ling Xiaozi was about to leave with Meng Liu when the group of ordinary people stood up and shouted.

"Immortal! Fellow Daoist! Save us!"

Meng Liu tugged at Ling Xiaozi's sleeves: "Master, these should be the missing people in modern society. Take them with you."

Ling Xiaozi didn't care. He didn't like to meddle in other people's business. But after all, he had already reached the Tribulation Period and had a broad mind. He thought nothing of doing anything that was convenient for him.

He took out a boat, which grew bigger and bigger with the help of spiritual power.

He ordered everyone to get on the boat one by one, and everyone passed by Mi Sa in fear, fearing that this man would suddenly go crazy.

After getting on the boat, one of them said, "There are still some people working in the back."

Ling Xiaozi raised his eyebrows: "Go and call them over."

Everyone pushed me and I pushed you, and no one dared to go.

Everyone was about to escape from the devil's cave, and no one wanted to cause trouble. If they really ran to the back to call for help, and the Demon Lord changed his mind and captured them again, where would they go to seek justice?

Meng Liu was a little helpless and volunteered: "I'll go."

Ling Xiaozi held her back: "No need."

He released his magic, and a large number of spirit butterflies flew out from his sleeves. Soon, the people working behind him came over one after another.