Junior brother is full of malice towards me

Black clouds enveloped the entire sky, but they couldn't suppress the monstrous aura of the demon cultivators on the opposite side.

Under the leadership of the demon lord, Moxiu is powerful, and even if he looks at them from a distance, he can feel the evil spirit coming from them.

Unlike Xianxiu, Moxiu's life is much more difficult. In such a place where the strong are respected, the weak have no possibility of survival, let alone the pseudo-genius accumulated by the big sects who spent a lot of pills up.

For any one of them, the bloody aura on their body was created through real life and death honing, even for a big sect like Tianxuanzong, it was a bit worse.

Ning Qingyuan and Su Shaoyan followed Suxi, they were indeed very close to the demon cultivators, but they didn't feel any danger.

The woman who spoke boldly and said that she was going to fight on the battlefield was sitting on the high platform built for her by Xianxiu's party. Ning Qingyuan and Su Shaoyan followed her. Any coercion coming from the opposite side is protected by thousands of cultivators below, and they don't feel the slightest danger at all.

Only now did Ning Qingyuan know why this glamorous and majestic woman could be so reckless, even the current suzerain of Tianxuan Sect didn't care.

She is also a formation master, but a formation master with no offensive power, but this does not mean that she is unimportant.

On the contrary, she is extremely important, otherwise she would not be placed in such a position, making it clear that she must protect her safety at all costs.

This is the rarest master of auxiliary formations. She has no attack power, and even the true energy in her body is not the slightest threat. One's own side's formation to replenish true qi is effective enough to make any side jealous.

What's more, Ning Qingyuan knew very well that the woman beside her was not some weak woman.

Even if his cultivation has no harm effect, he somehow believes that this person has her own way to make all those who underestimate her regret it.

Ning Qingyuan looked at the Moxiu who was gradually approaching below, but felt a little bored, but suddenly caught a glimpse of his little brother's small movements, and there was a little more smile in his eyes.

Holding a sword has long been a habit, so it is naturally a little awkward to not have a sword in his hand at this time. Su Shaoyan stood there straight up, looking directly at the battle situation below, but unconsciously groped for the place where the sword should have been in his hand, until he felt that there was nothing in his hand. Wucai suddenly came to his senses and withdrew his hand, but it didn't take long before he subconsciously made repeated movements.

Wanting to hold the sword, Su Shaoyan was obviously extremely nervous and excited. Ning Qingyuan, a sword cultivator, naturally understood that he liked such wanton fighting, but he would not be willing to take the risk of sending his junior brother into danger.

Seeing Su Shaoyan's hand leaning towards that direction subconsciously again, a worried smile flashed in Ning Qingyuan's eyes, and he directly stretched his hand to the place where the sword was originally placed.

Su Shaoyan, who was looking straight ahead, was so caught off guard by someone's hand, but when he wanted to take it back, he was grabbed by Ning Qingyuan again.

Ever since Su Shaoyan could be regarded as publicly confessing his love in front of everyone, Ning Qingyuan has been extremely fond of taking advantage of some petty advantages, but perhaps because he has no relationship experience, this kind of petty advantage is limited to nothing. Pulling small hands, short-term physical contact, etc., seemed to be afraid that his actions would go out of range and make Su Shaoyan angry.

Su Shaoyan expressed a very obvious dumbfounding and completely indifferent to this, but Ning Qingyuan remained the same, but he no longer concealed his "wrong thoughts".

Seeing the two men holding hands, the corners of Suxi's mouth twitched, especially after seeing Ning Qingyuan who was in such a good mood that his smile was a little real, she felt a little helpless.

She even wanted to rush up and shake him to wake him up from this nympho state.

Thinking back, among the Taoist couples she had seen at the beginning, which one hadn't already made out on the bed, but she had never seen such a pure love.This progress made her a little bit reluctant to watch it anymore, and she even faintly agreed with the elder Taishang's behavior of sending books before.

This pair of Taoist couples also let them, single practitioners, worry about their sexual well-being, what is the matter.

Ning Qingyuan naturally felt the perverted and resentful eyes beside him, but he didn't care at all.

He held Su Shaoyan's hand, feeling the coldness of the young man's hand, slightly raised his fingertips, and punched the hidden talisman into his junior brother's body, then let go a little, and gently squeezed the other's hand.

Su Shaoyan's figure is relatively slender, thin and tall, like an upright and unbending bamboo, and his hands are like others, cool, with well-defined joints and ten slender fingers. Extremely comfortable.

If the action of Ning Qingyuan holding his hand just now just made Su Shaoyan a little helpless, Ning Qingyuan's inexplicable action at this moment really confused him.

However, Ning Qingyuan was still the same as before, not really going too far, and quickly withdrew his hand, making Su Shaoyan a little unresponsive for a while, and subconsciously gathered his fingertips, but this time it was no longer for Looking for a sword, but more like the temperature left before Ning Qingyuan was nostalgic.

Seeing Su Shaoyan fold his palms together, Ning Qingyuan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, he liked the nostalgia shown by the other party for his body touch very much.

Of course, it's not that he hasn't thought about demonstrating his ownership in a more drastic way.

It's just that Su Shaoyan's indifference of standing outside the situation that he showed from time to time made him dispel this idea.

He didn't want to be the only one to perish, if he wanted to, he would also drag Su Shaoyan down together.

Boiling a frog in warm water, when a behavior becomes a habit, even the smallest details are enough to change a lot and affect a lot.

He is patient and doesn't mind watching his prey fall slowly.

This person appeared in this world from the very beginning because of him. They are a destined couple. How could the so-called real world be able to hinder or change them.

Moxiu had already gathered but no one left for a long time. On Xianxiu's side, Yin She was alone in white clothes, standing at the front, looking at Moxiu indifferently with his eyes, but did not make any movement, standing behind him The immortal cultivator dared not act rashly.

The whole scene was solemn, and both sides seemed to be waiting for someone to appear to start the real opening of this battle.

"They are waiting for the devil." Suxi lay there, her tall and straight body bent forward because of leaning forward, inexplicably showing a little fragility.

Speaking of the word "devil master", although he tried his best to conceal it, the familiarity and complexity in the words were the same as the complexity when Yin She was mentioned before.

These people all knew the Demon Lord, and among them Yin She was the most familiar.

After hearing this conclusion, Ning Qingyuan was a little more curious about the demon lord who hadn't appeared yet.

Thinking of what he saw in Zangshu Pavilion, he inexplicably felt that the Demon Lord and Yin She were very similar to many Taoist companions of the Heavenly Jade Sect.

The demon lord was even suspected to be a disciple of Tianxuan Sect.

While everyone was waiting, the demon master of the demon cultivator finally appeared.

Unlike Moxiu, who likes black, at this time, the man appeared alone in white clothes, as if surrounded by immortal energy, with a gentle smile on his white jade-like face, and his handsome features also brought a little tenderness.

His gentle smile is different from Ning Qingyuan's just pretending to be a cover, in reality he is indifferent, and he is only really gentle to those he cares about.This person's gentleness is truly from the heart, it seems to illuminate the world, like a Buddha's light all over his body, carrying the compassion of the world.

But if you look carefully, you can find that under this person's gentleness is a walking dead body. His gentleness is not sincere, but it is so disguised that even he can't tell it apart, and he has pretended to become the real world.He lives for the world, but not for himself.

Could such a person be the Demon Lord?

The image and temperament are too inconsistent, but the coercion of the cultivation base and the fighting spirit and attention that Yin She broke out from the beginning are enough to prove the identity of this person.

"Jun... Xiao." Yin She called out the name in a low voice, with infinite fighting intent and some extremely complicated emotions hidden in his tone, but he didn't have the slightest dislike for Moxiu.

The man named Jun Xiao smiled when he heard the sound, took a step forward, and stood in front of Yin She, with an elegant posture and warmth in his eyes. ,

"Yin She, long time no see." The words were intimate, as if the two were friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, and they had to meet again by chance, and the tenderness in his eyes was undisguised. He even opened his arms slightly, expressing There was a welcome hug.

Jun Xiao's words and deeds are like entertaining her closest friends at home, full of enthusiasm and nostalgia, she doesn't care at all that the two sides standing here are completely hostile and may start a war at any time.

After seeing Jun Xiao's attitude, Yin She, who was still a little emotional at first, pulled back the distance slightly, but pointed the tip of his sword at the opposite person.

"Long time no see, I just want to see how your cultivation has progressed." Yin She's tone was serious, not as complicated as before, and he seemed to have adjusted his emotions.

Jun Xiao, who was standing opposite him, saw his hardened brows and eyes, his eyes were pale, and he couldn't see what he was thinking, the gentleness in his eyes widened and finally turned into a touch of helplessness, and he also waved his sleeves, congealed a layer of light magic energy.

"Happy to accompany."

The rest of the magic cultivators seem to have received some common signal, and they all use magic weapons and swords in their hands, and colorful tricks come and go, and the swords and swords are so lively.

It's not so much a chaotic fight, it's more like a juggling act, and only Yin Shejun and Xiao's couple come and go, their moves are weird and tricky, quite extraordinary.

Yin She shot fiercely, but Jun Xiao only wanted to hurt the enemy and didn't want to kill the enemy. Moreover, he was at a disadvantage because of his cultivation base, and he retreated steadily. He almost lost his life several times.

Yin She, who knew the opponent well, naturally knew that this person's cultivation level was more than two or three times higher than his own, and it was too weird to try his best at this time.

Because of the opponent's cultivation base, he had to use every step to ensure his invincibility, but at this time, there is a faint effect of directly killing this person, how can he not be secretly startled?

Yin She couldn't react to the current situation, so he subconsciously glanced at Jun Xiao's subordinates, but was stunned by their sad eyes.

Why...they do this?

Yin She vaguely had a guess in his mind, but he was waiting for him to think clearly before he felt a chill coming from around him. Subconsciously, he swung his sword and stabbed in that direction, but when he heard a sharp weapon enter At the moment of the voice of the body, he suddenly thought of something clearly, and his pupils shrank slightly.

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