The whole family is full of evil disciples, Master, don't panic, your disciples are here

Ji Xiuzhu looked at the young man and felt relieved.

This little kid who knows to hide when it rains and blushes when he is shy is the disciple she has been watching. The one who is full of hostility and disobedient seems strange no matter how she looks at him.

"Sect Master Ji? How about looking at me?"

Fu Xiuming looked at the master and disciple who were looking at each other affectionately and couldn't help but remind them.

Mo Yunyu was still immersed in the smile of his master, savoring it for a long time.

But when he heard Fu Xiuming's voice, his expression became cold again.

"The Tianmo Sect is a well-known sect of demon cultivators. Now it says it wants to submit to our Shenyin Sect. Fu Xiuming, what are you thinking?" Ji Xiuzhu said as he slowly walked past Mo Yunyu and gently pressed down Mo Yunyu's hand that was holding the sword.

Fu Xiuming was stunned when he heard this, but his eyes unconsciously glanced at Mo Yunyu behind Ji Xiuzhu.

Then he silently added a half-face mask to Mo Yunyu in his mind, as well as the demon mark that he would never forget after seeing it once.

For a moment, the shadows overlapped, and the person in the memory seemed to be the person in front of him.

Fu Xiuming's pupils were shocked and his nerves tensed up instantly.

Fu Xiuming: Oh no, could this person really be that ancestor? But the person in front of me doesn’t have any demonic energy, could it be that I made a mistake?

Thinking of this, Fu Xiuming began to test him: "Sect Master Ji claims to be a righteous sect. If one of his disciples is possessed by a demon, can you still take it for granted?"

After Fu Xiuming finished speaking, his eyes fixed and he stared at Mo Yunyu.

Ji Xiuzhu frowned slightly when he heard this.

Ji Xiuzhu: Oh, you are trying to sow discord. Fortunately, I am not the kind of person who cares about face. Compared with face and life, I think life is more important.

Thinking of this, Ji Xiuzhu smiled calmly and said, "Just talk if you want to. Why are you staring at my disciple? Could it be that you have some improper thoughts about my disciple?!"

After Ji Xiuzhu finished speaking, he looked at Fu Xiuming with a gloomy face.

Compared to Ji Xiuzhu's calmness, Mo Yunyu was not so calm.

After all, his identity as a demon clan was special, and now he was not abandoned by his master, and he had lived in peace in the Shenyin Sect until now. If his identity was known to outsiders, it would definitely cause unnecessary trouble, and even his master would be implicated.

When he thought of this, the hostility in Mo Yunyu's eyes gradually deepened.

Ji Xiuzhu felt a chill on his back, so he turned his head to look at where the cold air was coming from.

Upon seeing this, it was Mo Yunyu who showed his violent temper.

Fearing that Mo Yunyu could not hold back and started to go crazy again, Ji Xiuzhu reached out and slapped Fu Xiuming.

Snapped!

The sound of a slap resounded, and Fu Xiuming stood there in a daze for a moment.

Fu Xiuming: Sir, was I slapped? This woman, she actually hit me?

If you endure it for a while, you will get angrier. If you take a step back, you will get breast hyperplasia.

So, Fu Xiuming covered his face which was hit red by Ji Xiuzhu, and his whole body was instantly filled with black demonic energy.

"Ji Xiuzhu! I was just reminding you casually, and you hit me. It seems that you don't intend to cooperate with my Tianmo Sect. Then I will never do that to you!"

As he spoke, Fu Xiuming rose to the air, waved his hands, and instantly the sky and the earth changed color, and a scarlet devil's hand slowly descended from the sky.

"Ji Xiuzhu, you die!"

As a curse was uttered, the evil hand attacked Ji Xiuzhu, as if it would not return until Loulan was conquered.

Seeing this, Ji Xiuzhu didn't know what was wrong with Fu Xiuming, but he still smiled.

After all, it was a trick that was used to repel Fu Xiuming last time. Now that my cultivation has improved, I might as well try my hand on him.

Thinking of this, Ji Xiuzhu flew into the air, level with Fu Xiuming. When the black sword saw Ji Xiuzhu flying into the air, it also followed him into the air.

"The Immortal Execution Sword! You actually have the Immortal Execution Sword!"

Fu Xiuming was determined to win this battle, but when he saw the black sword floating behind Ji Xiuzhu, his eyes narrowed involuntarily. His heart beat suddenly, and after missing half a beat, it began to beat incoherently.

Fu Xiuming: How can we do this? Others would ask their parents to help them if they can't win in a fight, but Ji Xiuzhu is just cheating! The Zhuxian Sword is called Zhuxian, but it can actually kill gods and demons! He is just a demon cultivator, how can we do this?

Fu Xiuming tried to stop, but when he saw Ji Xiuzhu's increasingly uncontrollable smile, he suddenly felt that his life was in danger.

"You are quite knowledgeable. This is indeed the Zhu Xian Sword. However, there is no need to beat you up. After all, there is no point in using a butcher knife to kill a chicken."

After Ji Xiuzhu finished speaking, he waved his hand and put away the Zhuxian Sword behind him.

Seeing Ji Xiuzhu put away the Zhuxian Sword, Fu Xiuming's mouth twitched.

What do you mean, are you looking down on him?

Although he was a demon cultivator and could not defeat the Immortal Execution Sword, he could still fight if he fought with all his strength. But now Ji Xiuzhu not only humiliated him with words, but also with actions.

My uncle can bear it, but my aunt can't!

When he thought of the time when he transformed into a golden-feathered chicken and was caught by Ji Xiuzhu, his cheeks instantly turned red with embarrassment.

So he stopped thinking about anything else and raised his hand to let the magic hand in the air accelerate towards Ji Xiuzhu.

Seeing this, Ji Xiuzhu was not afraid. Instead, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. With a wave of his hand, the surrounding spiritual energy was mobilized, flying into the air and turning into several spiritual swords, with an implicit momentum of ten thousand swords returning to their origin.

"Second brother, watch carefully. I will only teach you this move once. This move is called Dream Burial!"

After Ji Xiuzhu finished speaking, she condensed her sword fingers, raised her hand and waved towards the evil hand that was rushing towards her. Several spirit swords rushed towards the evil hand, rising like a dragon and soaring like a phoenix.

Mo Yunyu was staring at Fu Xiuming's every move, thinking about how to kill him without being discovered by others, but when he heard Ji Xiuzhu's cue, he instantly focused on Ji Xiuzhu's actions without blinking.

I saw those spirit swords hit the devil's hand directly. After a moment's stalemate between the spirit swords and the devil's hand, the devil's hand was like fragile tofu and was directly crushed into nothingness by the spirit swords.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Fu Xiuming cut his palm and took out a scarlet long sword.

He was seen holding the sword tightly in his hand, and then waving it randomly in the air a few times. The sword energy similar to phoenix feathers attacked Ji Xiuzhu again.

Seeing this, Ji Xiuzhu was not at all panicked. She just smiled and raised her hand again. At this time, the water droplets on the surrounding leaves and grass instantly rose into the air and gathered in the air. Faintly, one could see the air condensing around the water droplets, freezing the water droplets into ice in an instant.

For a moment, countless ice beads were crystal clear and hung in the air, like night pearls.

"Xiao Lanzi, I just taught you the sword skills of my second senior brother. Now I will teach you a formation. You must pay close attention. This formation is called the Demon Subduing Domain!"

As he spoke, Ji Xiuzhu's eyes focused, the magic gestures in his hand changed, and the sword fingers instantly turned into magic gestures.

Seeing that Fu Xiuming's attacks were getting more and more intense, Ji Xiuzhu pursed his lips, and a spell was completed. A mysterious bead ice formation appeared in the air, trapping Ji Xiuzhu and Fu Xiuming inside.

As for Fu Xiuming's attack, Ji Xiuzhu raised his hand, and the ice beads flashed towards the sword light as if receiving an order, thus dissolving Fu Xiuming's attack.

Fu Xiuming was angry and annoyed when he saw this.

Then he swung the sword a few times, and waves of sword energy with red light crackled towards Ji Xiuzhu again.

Seeing this, Ji Xiuzhu kept changing the magic spells in his hands, and then he saw ice dragons circling under Fu Xiuming's feet, forming ice chains that instantly bound Fu Xiuming's hands and feet.

"Formation set up, soul binding!"

After saying that, the ice bead turned into a crystal clear dagger and flew straight towards Fu Xiuming's body.

When the sword energy that Fu Xiuming had randomly swung out came in front of Ji Xiuzhu, she just stretched out her hand and pinched it, and the sword energy was instantly crushed like potato chips.

Seeing this, Fu Xiuming didn't care about his limbs that were cut by several daggers, and struggled to escape, but was hit by Ji Xiuzhu's spiritual power, and instantly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing that Fu Xiuming was injured, Ji Xiuzhu, who had no intention of killing him, waved her hand and removed the formation that bound Fu Xiuming.

Then she raised her hand, and she and Fu Xiuming slowly fell to the ground.

Looking at Fu Xiuming who was half-kneeling on the ground, covering his chest with a look of pain on his face, Ji Xiuzhu slowly walked up to him, pinched his chin and lifted it up.

"I admit that you did have some skills before, but you are no match for me now."

Fu Xiuming had his chin pinched by Ji Xiuzhu, and the moment he raised his eyes he met Ji Xiuzhu's beautiful eyes. For a moment, some emotion in Fu Xiuming's heart made his already depressed chest feel a little strange.

But when he thought about the fact that he had never beaten Ji Xiuzhu, he suppressed his inner uneasiness and pretended to be calm and said, "What do you want?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Xiuzhu loosened his grip on Fu Xiuming's chin, then smiled and said, "Of course... In addition to leaving these treasures behind, you also have to answer a question for me."

Having said that, Ji Xiuzhu released the hand that was pinching Fu Xiuming's chin, and then with a few whooshes, he sealed Fu Xiuming's spiritual veins.

"Don't feel weird. I'm lazy and I'm afraid you'll run away and I'll have to catch you back. So I can only take precautions." Ji Xiuzhu turned to Qin Lan and said, "Xiao Lanzi! Take your senior brother and move these things into the warehouse!"

"Okay!" Qin Lan heard this and pulled over the guard with a strange look on his face and went towards the treasure piled on the side.

Coming up, Qin Lan took out two storage bags, then made a hand gesture and put all the golden things in front of her into the storage bags.

After a while, the mountain of good things in front of her was put into Qin Lan's pocket.

"Brother, hurry up, we have to sort out the account books!"

After saying that, Qin Lan took Hu Yin Yu Jian and left.

Seeing Qin Lan and Hu Yin leaving, Ji Xiuzhu just smiled faintly, but when she saw Hu Yin's robe blown by the wind, a face wearing a mask with hair flying in the wind flashed through her mind.

Ji Xiuzhu was dazed for a moment, but returned to normal in an instant.

Looking at Fu Xiuming who was still half-kneeling on the ground, Ji Xiuzhu took a step forward, grabbed the back of Fu Xiuming's collar, moved his feet, and took Fu Xiuming away.

Looking at Ji Xiuzhu's departing back, Xu Anlan, who was watching the fight on the side, raised a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't expect that Fu Xiuming, the famous leader of the Demonic Sect, would be so vulnerable in front of Ji Xiuzhu.