Quick Wear: Heaven Always Favors Me

No demon could escape from Murong Zhao's sword. They were killed with one blow and all the demonic energy disappeared.

Although Jiang Yao was having a difficult time, but with the help of the Golden Dragon Sword and the power of thunder, she was able to deal with another small group of monsters just as well.

Unexpectedly, after Jiang Yao killed those monsters, no demonic energy dissipated from their bodies.

The master and the disciple cooperated with each other and killed a large number of monsters, but it seemed that the monsters were endless and could not be killed. If they did not find an exit, they would be exhausted to death here sooner or later.

Murong Zhao took a step back and stood back to back with Jiang Yao. He said, "Go find the exit. I'll cover you."

Jiang Yao was already feeling a little tired. Even though she had reached the great perfection of the late foundation building stage, she still found it difficult to withstand the monster in the early golden elixir stage. After hearing Murong Zhao's words, she quickly agreed.

She looked around and found a round altar that no monster had ever set foot on.

"Master, there is a round altar over there. No monsters are approaching that place. This may be the key to breaking the impasse." Jiang Yao pointed directly to the direction of the round altar.

A sword energy from Murong Zhao passed over, directly clearing a path, but those magical beasts quickly filled the gap.

Murong Zhao could only keep swinging his sword to eliminate the monsters, and the two of them slowly moved towards the round altar.

After they moved to the circular altar, the monsters that had swarmed forward seemed to be afraid of something. They all stopped angrily, roared at Jiang Yao and the others a few times, and then left.

The monsters that seemed to be endless and could not be killed disappeared completely in a short while.

Jiang Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief. After letting down her guard, she noticed that Murong Zhao had several wounds on his body caused by monsters, with wisps of demonic energy flowing out of them. The demonic energy was entangled in the wounds, hindering their healing.

Murong Zhao remained calm, a flame flashed on his fingers and he was about to press them on the wound.

Jiang Yao quickly grabbed Murong Zhao's hand and asked in confusion, "What is Master going to do?"

Murong Zhao looked at Jiang Yao holding his hand and said slowly, "The evil spirit entering the body will pollute the spiritual veins, so the evil spirit must be completely removed."

He seemed to know what Jiang Yao was worried about, and he comforted her softly, "It's okay, I've always been like this."

Jiang Yao held Murong Zhao's hand and suddenly said, "I'll do it."

Before Murong Zhao could ask Jiang Yao what this meant, the purple light in Jiang Yao's hand flashed across Murong Zhao's wound, and the evil spirit in Murong Zhao's wound disappeared.

Jiang Yao watched the wound heal itself after the demonic energy was gone, and nodded with satisfaction, "I originally thought it was my illusion, but now it seems that my spiritual power can indeed cleanse the demonic energy."

After saying that, Jiang Yao looked up at Murong Zhao.

But when she looked up, she found that Murong Zhao's face was not very good, but rather a little pale.

Jiang Yao felt something was wrong: "Master, what's wrong?"

Murong Zhao frowned as he looked at the evil spirit that was easily soothed by Jiang Yao. When he heard Jiang Yao's question, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and he suddenly asked a nonsensical question: "Jiang Yao, if one day, saving the people requires sacrificing your life, will you save them?"

Jiang Yao was stunned. She did not expect Murong Zhao to suddenly say such a thing, but she lowered her eyes and thought for a moment before saying, "Yes."

Even if it is not this world, but any world, it is undeniable that Jiang Yao is willing to sacrifice himself to save a world.

"If we only sacrifice one person in exchange for the lives of all people, it should be worth it." Jiang Yao said softly.

Only when people are alive can there be infinite hope.

Murong Zhao looked at Jiang Yao in silence for a while, then stood up and stretched out his hand to Jiang Yao: "Let's go and see which demon is causing trouble here."

Jiang Yao followed Murong Zhao's hand and stood up, and asked casually: "Why did Master ask me such a question?"

But before she could get an answer, she saw the center of the altar suddenly crack, and the rising devilish energy dyed half the sky black. A hoarse and dark voice came from the devilish energy: "I didn't expect that a mere human race could find this place, but it's okay, give me a treat, it's also the meaning of your life!"

After saying that, the evil spirit slowly transformed into a human form. It was a wild and handsome red-haired man wearing a red sable coat. His exposed bronze muscles were tight and strong, and his dark golden eyes looked evilly at Jiang Yao and Murong Zhao.

When the red-haired man saw Jiang Yao, he blurted out in surprise: "Jiang Yao?"

There was a hint of disbelief and surprise in his tone. Noticing this, Jiang Yao narrowed her eyes slightly, and some fragments suddenly flashed through her mind.

She fell to the ground covered in blood, her hand tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, but the magic sword had already broken into half.

That spiritual sword...

It is exactly the same sword that Lu Qingyao used during the inner sect competition.

Not far from her stood a red-haired man, his dark golden eyes looking at her with contempt: "Jiang Yao, you are such a useless person who doesn't know your own limitations. How can you compare with Qingyao?"

Jiang Yao heard her shout in a hoarse voice in her memory: "The demons... all deserve to die..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was stabbed through the heart by the red-haired man.

Before he lost consciousness, the only words the red-haired man said were: "Waste."

Jiang Yao was distracted for only a moment, and the red-haired man started fighting with Murong Zhao.

One used a knife and the other used a long-handled knife.

If they were in close combat, the red-haired man would definitely not be Murong Zhao's opponent, but the red-haired man defended very well, and Murong Zhao's pressure was broken one by one.

For a moment, the two of them were stuck in mid-air.

After reading that memory, Jiang Yao felt a steady stream of resentment flowing out of her heart. That stuffy and painful feeling was not pleasant.

Jiang Yao looked at the red-haired man who was suspended in mid-air. The golden dragon sword in his hand was making a crackling sound, and abundant thunder spiritual power covered the golden dragon sword.

"Master, let me try." When Jiang Yao transmitted the message in secret, Murong Zhao understood it and deliberately blocked Jiang Yao's position to create an opportunity for Jiang Yao to launch a sneak attack.

"Who are you to Jiang Yao?" The red-haired man glared at Murong Zhao, with a large amount of demonic energy leaking out of the crescent-shaped sword in his hand.

Murong Zhao snorted coldly and said, "I am her master."

"How is that possible?" the red-haired man retorted, "Her master is obviously Xuanyuan Li!"

After these words were spoken, Murong Zhao and Jiang Yao raised their eyebrows at the same time.

The red-haired man wanted to say something, but at that time Jiang Yao had already come in front of him under the cover of Murong Zhao. After Murong Zhao broke through the red-haired man's defense, the golden dragon sword full of lightning power stabbed directly into the red-haired man's abdomen.

Time seemed to stop in an instant. Jiang Yao felt a little embarrassed as she looked at the Golden Dragon Sword which had only penetrated a little bit.