Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

"Bei Yi, Bei Yi, wake up."

Bei Yi struggled to open his eyes, and a white light shone directly in front of him, making him unable to open his eyes.

"Bei Yi, are you injured?"

Bei Yi raised his hand to touch Han Ziyu's stretched out hand.

"Master."

"Come with me, leave here, and wander around the world."

Bei Yi opened his eyes wide. After hearing these words, the haze in his heart instantly dissipated: "Okay."

"Follow Master, don't get lost."

Bei Yi struggled to swim in the direction of his master. Fish, shrimps and jellyfish were opening the way for the two of them, creating a beautiful underwater scenery.

"Ayi, don't blame Master, live well."

Seeing his master looking back, Bei Yi's rationality suddenly came back. He looked at the figure in front of him, and then looked back behind him. It was obviously empty.

Everything is an illusion.

In an instant, a vortex swept Bei Yi away quickly.

The long water plants seemed to have hands, tightly holding Bei Yi's legs, and an invisible force pushed Bei Yi under the water.

The moment he was about to suffocate, Li Xuan wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him away.

Li Xuan didn't know where he was taken. When he woke up and looked at the people around him, he was a little at a loss.

"Brother Bei, are you awake?" Lu Ming said.

Bei Yi: "Where is this?"

Mo Ling: "The bottom of the twelve cities."

Han Ziyu wanted to check on Bei Yi's injuries, but when he saw that he was okay, he turned around and left.

Bei Yi looked back at his master's back and hesitated to speak.

The two brothers Fengyun Fengqing were also here. They lowered their heads and lamented: "There are less than ten days left. If we still can't leave this place, we will only die."

"What's there to be afraid of? I, the people of Baku, are never afraid of life or death." Li Jingbo said

Lee Myung-bak frowned and looked at his son, and whispered: "In troubled times, speak less."

Li Jingbo curled her lips and stopped talking.

Now everyone gathered here and talked about how difficult the escape was.

There are tens of thousands of people in the world of immortality, and there are still thousands of people today.

The people mourned everywhere and cried out their grief.

"Why are you so unlucky? How come everything is so good that the world is destroyed? Why do you end up in this damn place?"

"It's not Xiao Lin who looked at the top of the cliff. He used some weird formation to break several big holes in the sky and flooded the sea with water."

"By the way, what kind of skills did Wangyadian teach? He actually has such a heaven-defying skill."

"Who knew? The top of Wangya is close to the boundary of the Three Realms, so it's not surprising that people practice weird magic. After all, they are still associated with monsters."

"You see, the rumors between Han Xianzun and Bei Yi were aroused before, but now Bei Yi is still alive and well."

"Shameless."

"That's right, so shameless."

"A disgrace to the world of immortality."

"You haven't heard that the rumors are probably true. Lord Hanxian is actually infected with grain poison."

"Grain poison vine? Isn't it true that only people with mortal hearts can be infected?"

"Yes."

"Lord Hanxian?" someone asked.

"It's Hanguang Immortal Lord." Others hurriedly replied.

"Grain poison does not only occur when the person you love does not love you."

"That doesn't mean that Lord Hanxian has unrequited love."

"The top of the cliff is really messy."

"It's disgusting."

Xi Qing rushed away with his sword in hand: "Say it again."

The disciple of the Lifeng Sect immediately stood up with his sword: "Why don't you tell others that you have done all the evil things on the top of the cliff, and you don't allow others to comment?"

Xi Qing was so angry that he did not allow others to say anything about his master: "You are seeking death!"

Wang Ruonan hurriedly grabbed Xi Qing: "Ah Qing, don't do the exercises."

Xi Qing's lips turned purple: "I'm going to die anyway, I can't bear this cowardice."

Wang Ruonan: "Ah Qing, senior sister will find a way to save you."

Mrs. Xi turned around and shed tears. Her child, in order to save her, blocked the spider's attack and was poisoned by the spider. As a mother, she could do nothing.

Han Ziyu stepped forward and took Xi Qing's hand: "Xi Qing, listen to your senior sister, you must remember that the most important thing in your life is yourself, the second is your partner, and the third is your parents and children. Nothing has life. precious."

Xi Qing: "There is no need to be afraid of death. Everyone has to die. Master, I, my disciple, are not afraid of death."

Han Ziyu: "Master hopes that you can live well and spend this life safely."

Looking at his master's expectant eyes, Xi Qing let go of the green dragon in his hand and walked slowly behind his senior sister.

Those disciples refused to give up: "Look, you are really guilty."

"That's right, this famous cliff top is really disgusting."

Xi Qinyi grabbed the Qinglong Sword from his son's hand and struck the sword at the Li Feng disciple who was talking nonsense.

The disciple vomited blood and fell to the ground, but he still said unwillingly: "Wangya Peak is an evil sect, a taboo for masters and disciples, Xiao Lin has brought disaster to the world, Bei Yi has fallen into a demon, Wang has been widowed, one after another, hahaha, haha. "

When Xi Qinyi wanted to kill this man, Bei Yi called out Mo Chen, who rushed over and killed the man with one sword.

The disciple was stabbed through the heart by a sword and died on the spot. The others were so frightened that they retreated one after another. Some were so frightened that their legs were weak and they held on to the wall and did not dare to move.

"You, demon, monster."

Bei Yi released the black energy in his palm: "They are right, I am a monster."

Although spiritual power is sealed here, the evil spirit is not sealed.

The Sword of Delusion is an evil sword that is feared by the people of heaven and earth. It can gather resentment in the world and turn it into evil spirit for the sword owner to use.

Bei Yi teleported behind the group of people, grabbed a disciple by the neck, and lifted him off the ground: "You are right about one thing. I should be cut into pieces with a thousand swords. Oh, by the way, what you said That sacred and righteous Han Ziyu is the most hypocritical person."

Bei Yi tightened his hand, and there was a sound of bones breaking and a click. The man's eyes bulged, and blood fell from the corners of his mouth.

Bei Yi casually threw the person aside. He shook off the blood on his hands in disgust and spread his palms wantonly, releasing the evil spirit.

He sneered, looking at the fearful faces of those people, the evil thoughts in Bei Yi's heart were completely aroused. The bloody scenes in his previous life made him feel extremely comfortable. At this time, he wanted to kill people.

Kill them all.

He turned around and looked back at Han Ziyu: "Are you willing to go with me?"

Han Ziyu was stunned for a moment.

Bei Yi went against the flow of people and pushed away Xi Qing who was blocking Han Ziyu. He stared at Han Ziyu with burning eyes: "Are you willing to follow me?"

He raised his hand and stroked Han Ziyu's cheek: "Han Ziyu, it's so difficult for me to see you. I originally wanted to stab you to death, but thinking about the days after your death is too difficult. I can I will save you from death. From now on, you only need to stay with me."

Mu Yuan, Xi Qing and others didn't know what was going on with him.

Bei Yi suddenly pointed the sword of delusion at Mu Yuan: "I will give you a chance. If you still choose these bitches like in the previous life and choose to die for these bitches, I will kill them one by one now."

Han Ziyu's eyes turned red. He bit his tongue and stared at Bei Yi blankly: "Let Mu Yuan go. All the faults in the past life are my fault."

He turned into a wisp of black mist and disappeared into the crowd.

In an instant, the black mist flashed around Han Ziyu.

Bei Yi's clothes actually changed into the clothes he wore when he was the Demon Lord in his previous life, black and luxurious, and wearing the Demon Lord's crown, which was like a hellfire and snake-shaped.

He leaned against Han Ziyu's face and said softly: "Han Ziyu, you can't escape from my hand. If that kid can't do anything, I will do it for him."

He grabbed Han Ziyu's hand and rushed to all the disciples of the Li Feng Sect.

Han Ziyu immediately rushed to the Demon Lord and blocked the palm: "Stop doing evil."

Demon Lord was furious. He threw Han Ziyu away, and then anxiously cast a spell to pull Han Ziyu up from the ground: "Does it hurt?"

Han Ziyu was a little afraid of the Demon Lord in front of him. After he recovered the memory of his previous life, he felt three parts love, four parts fear, and three parts pity for this person.

The demon lord picked the person up. He was too disgusted with the kid's coyness and severing the relationship, so it would be better to just snatch the person away.

What does this world have to do with him? If he dies, he will die. It is best if everyone dies. It is best if only he and Han Ziyu are left in this world. He wants nothing. As long as Han Ziyu is alone, he will take him away. The city of God-killing.

As long as he gets the power of Hades, he can open the God-killing City.

"It was my fault in my previous life."

The demon lord paused, and he and Han Ziyu turned into a black mist and went to an unknown place.

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone in my previous life."

The Demon Lord lowered his eyes and looked at the person in his arms. A tear fell from the corner of his eye: "Han Ziyu, it was my fault in the past life. I forgot all my memories and killed you."

He blamed himself endlessly: "But I hate you so much. I hate that the lotus flower you brew is only enough to drink for five years. I hate that the lotus flowers you plant don't last long. I hate that you leave nothing for me..."

"Why, Han Ziyu?" Demon Lord led him to a dark, huge clam shell.

"Why, why do you have to risk your life to leave me?" Bei Yi strangled Han Ziyu's neck.

Han Ziyu couldn't answer.

His expression was like he was in a coffin in his previous life. The Demon Lord was shocked. He hugged the person tightly in his arms, but did not dare to hold him too tightly for fear that the person in his arms would break.