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

Undersea city

After everyone woke up, they found themselves in prison, and their memories before coma were still when Demon Lord Beiyi made a big fuss.

"This is where?"

"Under the sea."

"Is this a city under the sea?"

Several people were discussing the reasons for appearing here.

And Mu Yuan had already started cutting at the prison's iron locks.

The blade collided with the iron lock and emitted sparks, adding a hint of light to the dark environment.

Xi Qing has fainted now and is cold all over. Mrs. Xi sat aside blankly and watched over Xi Qing. She was the mistress of the Xi family and the princess of the former dynasty. Her husband was the lord of the Xi family. Her upbringing since childhood prevented her from panicking at this time.

Even if she was so heartbroken that she was about to suffocate, she could not panic at all.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Xi Qing's forehead, his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, his lips were black, and he was immersed in a dream and could not wake up.

"Aniang, Aniang."

Mrs. Xi immediately grabbed Xi Qing's hand and said, "Ah Qing."

Xi Qing frowned and huddled up: "Cold, cold, clear, cold, cold."

Mrs. Xi's hand was burned by Xi Qing's forehead. She knew that he might not live long, but she could do nothing but watch her child continue to suffer like this.

Xi Qinyi held the green dragon and wanted to cut the pulse.

The lady stopped her and said, "You are crazy."

"Our Ah Qing cannot die. I am his father. As long as we exchange blood with him, the poison will naturally be cured."

Mrs. Xi took the Qinglong and said: "No, Qing'er's poison has penetrated deep into his heart. Even if he changes his blood, it will be useless. By then, both of you, father and son, will be dead."

"Who locked us up?" someone shouted.

"Open the lock and let us out."

The woman's silver bell-like laughter rang out, and the laughter passed through the winding corridors and echoed in the prison.

The sound gradually became sharper, accompanied by the sound of chewing and the laughter of children.

Someone lit a fire and threw it out, and now the dark prison was half-lit.

A black shadow shuttled along the light.

The moment the fire was extinguished, there was a crisp sound of bones breaking, followed immediately by the whimper of a person dying tragically.

The fire lit up and a piercing scream sounded.

"Dead, dead, ah!!!"

A female cultivator fell to the ground. Her face was pale and her whole body was shaking with fear.

The rest of the people around him gathered around.

This man died tragically, with bulging eyes, bleeding from all orifices, a broken neck, and twisted arms.

Suddenly the light went out again, everyone panicked and started running around. Some people hugged each other tightly for fear of being targeted by the demon in the darkness.

The sparks lit up again, and Wan Yueqin's disciples screamed: "Young Master, Young Master, Young Master!"

The light went out again.

After a burst of rustling, screams and howls of pain echoed from everywhere.

Everyone was so panicked that they huddled in one place and did not dare to move.

Mo Ling shouted: "Who is pretending to be a ghost? Get out if you can."

Lu Ming hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his wife: "Ling'er."

Mo Ling: "There are no ghosts in this world. Don't pretend to be a ghost."

A gust of wind blew by, and some children began to cry.

"Stop crying, it's so noisy."

"Whose child, stop crying. If you cry again, I will strangle you to death."

A piece of glowing paper floated out of the darkness, with a spell drawn on it and a line of words written on it.

Resurrect Hades and survive

Then more and more papers came floating in.

"How can we resurrect Hades?" someone asked in a low voice.

Liu Yanqing: "Thousands of people were sacrificed and they were able to escape."

As soon as these words were spoken, the light came on again.

Everyone who had adapted to the darkness was pierced by the light, and a white light flashed in front of their eyes. After a moment of relief, some people dared to look at the paper in Liu Yanqing's hand.

"Three thousand human sacrifices?" someone questioned.

Liu Yanqing exhaled and staggered back two steps.

Elder Feng Chen grabbed Lu Yao, who was about to step forward: "I'll protect you, don't run around."

Lu Yao: "Feng Chen, three thousand people were sacrificed. Now there are only more than three thousand people alive here. Doesn't everyone have to die?"

Feng Chen: "Listen, I will protect you and won't let you die."

Lu Yao was frightened and heartbroken: "What should I do with my disciples? They are all practitioners of medical skills. Their skills are not strong. How can they protect themselves?"

Suddenly someone shouted: "Is there anyone willing to sacrifice?"

This sound completely silenced the thousands of people present.

"Is there anyone willing to sacrifice?" he shouted again.

Thousands of people looked at the young man, who was Lei Yingfeng's successor.

"Now that the world is in chaos, those of you who are shouting to save the common people, shouldn't you take the initiative to shoulder your responsibilities?" he continued.

"What you're saying is that you should take the initiative to sacrifice when you have to shoulder your responsibilities. What nonsense? Why don't you go and sacrifice?" Wan Xinan said.

Wan Mufeng protected Wan Xinan behind him, raised his sword and shouted: "I will kill anyone who dares to act rashly."

Wang Ruonan came over at this time, and she looked around at the dozens of people who died tragically: "Ah, they are all people from Langyue Palace."

The surviving disciples of Langyue Palace panicked: "We are from different factions, and these are Ou Hongji's cronies."

"Ou Hongji?" Wang Ruonan pondered, "Then these people really deserve to die. My husband was killed by Ou Hongji."

As soon as she said this, everyone's eyes were focused on Wang Ruonan. Those people suspected that she was faking it.

Wang Ruonan took out a handkerchief and wiped her tears gently, sobbing softly: "My husband died miserably, leaving us, mother and daughter, alone to survive."

When Little Apple saw her mother crying, she immediately ran up and stood in front of her mother: "Don't touch my mother!!"

This scene made everyone present feel pity. Someone stopped several of Lei Yingfeng's disciples who wanted to come forward: "The mother and daughter are so pitiful, how can you regard them as monsters?"

Wang Ruonan held Little Apple in her arms: "My child, your father's great revenge must be avenged. Those bad guys are dead. It's a good death. God's way is reincarnation. Who will be spared by heaven. It's true that evil people will have their own evil retribution."

After she finished speaking through gritted teeth, she began to comfort her daughter in her arms.

Little Apple had never seen her mother look so sad. She snuggled into her mother's arms with tears in her eyes: "Mom."

Wang Ruonan looked at the child in her arms, with constant sadness and hatred in her eyes. If she could do it again, she would protect what she had. These people deserve to die, so don't blame her for being cruel.

Someone soon said: "Is it possible that some evil ghost is coming to claim my life?"

After hearing this, a woman muttered in a low voice: "Don't come to me, don't come to me, I didn't kill you, I didn't kill you, don't come to me, it's not me, it's not me, don't come to kill me." I."

The man on the side hurriedly took her hand and covered her mouth: "Senior sister, don't be afraid, it's him who deserves to die, not your fault."

"Junior brother, he won't come back to us, will he?"

"No, death is like a lamp going out, there is no soul left, don't be afraid, it will be fine."