Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

An inexplicable burning sensation arose in Yan Ke's heart. He looked at Hao Liang and opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but his throat felt dry and he couldn't speak a word.

Hao Liang made a sound and stared at Yan Ke closely.Yan Ke sighed, and gently put Hao Fan on the ground.

"Not me," he said.

Hao Liang shook his head. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, there was a sound from the dark house behind him.Before the two of them could react, the two runes flashed and shot onto the bodies of the two of them.When it touched the skin, the rune immediately turned into a rope, binding the two tightly.

Hao Liang didn't look back, Yan Ke looked up and saw a few monks jumping down from the window of the house, with a little excitement in their eyes, pointing at Hao Liang and shouting: "That demon cultivator is back, we caught him Stop him."

When the monk fell to the ground and saw Yan Ke's face clearly, he couldn't help but froze for a moment. "Strange," the monk said to himself, "Although there are two people, I remember that the other one is an old man. Why is this person so young?"

"Is it wrong?" A monk asked,

"Impossible," someone replied, ""When I learn to come to Yuhuzhuang, it can only be that demon cultivator and that old man. "

Hao Liang faced Yan Ke with his hands tied behind his back, and a mocking expression gradually appeared on his face.That expression was very similar to that of Zhao Xuehan himself.

Yan Ke only heard him sneer and turned around slowly.

When the monk saw Hao Liang's face, his expression was puzzled at first, and then gradually turned into panic. "Devil... Demon Lord!" The monk raised his hand and pointed at Hao Liang, his voice trembling, "Why is he here? He, isn't he dead?"

"Don't be afraid," another monk standing next to him boldly said, "Let's not say whether this is real, even if he is a real demon, so what? Isn't he tied up by our immortal rope now? We caught the Demon Cultivator, but we managed to capture a Demon Lord, so it would be a no-brainer."

Hao Liang didn't speak, he looked at them jokingly, as if the monks were performing in front of him.A faint flame ignited from the end of the fairy rope, and soon burned the entire rope binding Hao Liang to ashes.Hao Liang's skin was not damaged at all. He rubbed his wrists and snorted softly in the face of the frightened monk.

"Who do you want to catch?" he asked.

Seeing that Hao Liang had broken free from the tying rope, the monks were so frightened that they all backed away a few steps involuntarily, ignoring any answer.

"What are you trying to do after catching that so-called demon cultivator?" Hao Liang said coldly, "What kind of enmity does he have with you? It's worth your trouble."

The monks gathered together, trembling.Among them, someone took courage and released a few runes towards Hao Liang.Without even looking at it, Hao Liang turned those pitiful pieces of runes into small flames in the air.

"Don't dare to say?" Hao Liang sneered, rubbed his fingers lightly, and a ball of fire appeared in his hand, "I'll tell you for you."

"The monk recognizes you, and you recognize him. He knows that you are not members of the Jingming sect at all. So in order not to leave any stains on your original sect, you have to kill people and kill the grass."

"Am I right?"

The monk didn't dare to speak at all, he only knew to back away again and again.Hao Liang frowned.As soon as he waved his hand, a ball of flame burned along the bluestone road without any fuel, surrounding the few monks.

"I haven't seen you for many years, but your sect has degenerated to such an extent." Hao Liang said in a deep voice, "I asked your master to come and see me."

How dare the monks call out the master, and their skills are very weak, they can't compete with Hao Liang at all.Seeing that they didn't answer, Hao Liang became more and more impatient.

The surrounding fire was burning fiercely, getting more and more violent. "Call your sect masters here." Hao Liang frowned, his voice filled with anger, "otherwise I'll burn you to death here, and send this fire directly to the Qingxiao sect."

The flames gradually reached the monk's sleeves, and the monk had nowhere to retreat. His terrified face was distorted by the steaming heat of the flames, and he was about to be burned alive.At this moment, a blue figure descended from the sky and landed slowly. He waved his arms, extinguished the flame on the monk, and saluted Hao Liang.

The person who came was the sunken monk that Yan Ke saw in the woods that day.He looked at Hao Liang with some fear in his expression, but he forced himself to face it directly.I saw the corners of his mouth curled up stiffly, revealing an unnatural smile.

"Master Mozun," said the monk, "you have always been on good terms with the Jingming sect, why are you so angry now?"

A cold smile emerged from Hao Liang's lips, and he stretched out one, pointing at the monk in front of him.

"Elder Yuan, where did you get the confidence to enter this woods without any pretense." Hao Liang said coldly, "You seem to have forgotten that you and I met in Huaicheng 60 years ago. For a while. Do you think I will forget that you are not a monk of the Jingming Sect, but from the Qingxiao Sect?"

The monk's face was pale, his lips moved slightly, as if he was speaking softly.Hao Liang didn't care at all, he pointed at the monk unceremoniously. "If you don't want to die, just call out your head, Liang Duo," he said.

The monk surnamed Yuan didn't answer. After a while, he raised his hand slightly and made a gesture of clasping his fists: "I don't know what the Lord Mozun is doing for us to be the head of the sect."

"What's the point of telling him, when Liang Duo sees me, he will naturally understand." Hao Liang said.

The monk surnamed Yuan looked at Hao Liang gloomyly.He put down his fist, and his tone was a bit yin and yang: "Master Mozun is so angry here, it seems that the injury he suffered a few days ago has healed."

He smiled: "But after such a short time, he showed up again. I'm afraid the pain will recur again."

Before he finished speaking, a sword shadow flashed from behind the monk and rushed straight to Hao Liang's forehead.

Yan Ke was startled, and the celestial rope on his arm was instantly cut off by the wind blade. He moved forward quickly, trying to block the attack for Hao Liang, but Hao Liang pushed Yan Ke away.

Hao Liang was expressionless, staring at the sword light, and when he was about to pierce his forehead, the sword shadow ignited in the air.The white light immediately turned into a faintly burning blue flame, drawing a strange slice in the night, rushing straight towards Cultivator Yuan's body from Hao Liang's direction.

Cultivator Yuan's eyes showed panic, and he hurriedly dodged back, but the flame seemed to have consciously surrounded the monk, and quickly eroded his skin from his cuff.

Cultivator Yuan screamed, and didn't even notice that the saber fell to the ground.He took a few steps back, fell to the ground, kept rolling, but couldn't extinguish the flames on his body.

"Call Liang Duo out," Hao Liang said.His voice was extremely cold.

Yan Ke looked up, only to see that the whites of Hao Liang's eyes were completely covered in red, glowing in the dark night, looking extremely terrifying.

Seeing that Cultivator Yuan was in great pain, several monks hiding aside wanted to come forward to rescue him, but they didn't know when flames burst out from their clothes and skin.They screamed strangely and punched each other, but the flame seemed to be alive and did not weaken at all.

On the window edge, among the trees, the human body, even the ancient pine in the manor, wherever it can burn, the flames sprang up like ghosts.It was originally an extremely quiet late-night manor, but now it was filled with scorching air and the screams of monks.

Hao Liang stopped talking, his red eyes no longer had a trace of calmness, they were full of desire to kill.He looked at the monk rolling around in front of him, raised his hand, and slowly raised the corner of his mouth.

Yan Ke frowned.He saw Hao Fan's body, a small flame burned on her body, constantly eroding her fine hair.

Yan Ke knew that he brought Hao Liang to this world, perhaps because of the incompatibility of the souls of the suffering world. Hao Liang's mind is easily chaotic and manic due to fluctuations, producing extremely powerful attack power.

The soul in the bitter world cannot be cultivated, but Hao Liang can for some reason.But if he continues to practice, he may end up going mad and losing his mind.

Zhao Xuehan expected this, and deliberately found Lin Jue's broken body after death, and then repaired Lin Jue's body with the extremely rare sapphire that was of the same origin as Yan Ke's body, and then exchanged Lin Jue's body for Hao Liang to use.

Qingyu has the effect of calming the soul and healing wounds. Using Lin Jue's body, Hao Liang's soul will be more stable and have an extra layer of protection.Normal attacks can't take his life.

It was also because of this that Zhao Xuehan dared to punch Lin Jue's chest before sending him to Yuhuzhuang, in order to make him give up.

But now, with Hao Liang in Zhao Xuehan's body, this layer of protection disappeared.If he falls into confusion, he is in constant danger of losing his sanity.

Yan Ke couldn't help biting his lip. He quickly picked Hao Fan up from the ground, then stretched out his hand to wrap Hao Liang in his arms. Regardless of the burning flames, he tapped his feet on the ground and flew straight into the sky.

Seeing that his attacking posture was disrupted, Hao Liang kept struggling to fall back to the ground.Yan Ke hugged him tightly, not letting him break free from her embrace.Seeing that the ground was getting farther and farther away, and the flames on the monk's body were gradually extinguished, Hao Liang was suddenly angry.In a blink of an eye, he stared at Yan Ke fiercely with red eyes, then reached into Yan Ke's sleeve, and tightly grasped Yan Ke's naked arm.

With the sound of "呲", white smoke rose from the place where Yan Ke was caught by Hao Liang, and it became scorched black.Yan Ke couldn't help closing his eyes due to the severe pain, but still hugged Hao Liang tightly with both hands.

Why did he refine such a flame?Yan Ke thought, he is obviously so soft, why is he like this.

Yan Ke remembered a night 60 years ago when he was with Zhao Xuehan in Huaicheng.Zhao Xuehan was still in Lin Jue's body at that time, and he showed Zhao Xuehan the tip of Hao Liang's accidentally burned wooden sword.

"He uses fire?" Zhao Xuehan asked.

"I'm afraid it is." Yan Ke replied.

Zhao Xuehan lowered his eyes and looked carefully at the wooden sword. "The soul of the suffering world cannot be cultivated." He said.

"I know." Yan Ke said.

"But he can." Zhao Xuehan raised his head, and his purple eyes stared at Yan Ke's eyes, "Not only can he, but the way of cultivation and the energy in his body are very similar to that old man Du Sumu."

Seeing Zhao Xuehan staring at her, Yan Ke was a little puzzled. "So what if it's similar to the late head of the Jingming Sect?" he said, "What does it have to do with me?"

Zhao Xuehan frowned slightly, revealing an elusive expression. "Are you playing dumb, or are you making a fuss?" he said. "It's been so many years, don't do this."

Yan Ke shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said.

Zhao Xuehan pursed his lips slightly.He took out the box containing the wisdom stone, shook it, and the stones inside collided with each other, making a rustling sound.

"Did you really forget?" He asked softly, "You really can't remember at all?"

Yan Ke turned her head and looked at Zhao Xuehan suspiciously. "I don't understand," he said, "what am I trying to remember?"

Zhao Xuehan sighed lightly, then smiled. "You don't have to worry, I will take care of your little friend." He said, putting the wooden sword back into Yan Ke's hand.

"You have done such a terrible thing, you will regret it one day." Zhao Xuehan said, "But I will regret it here. Don't forget to come to me when the time comes."

Zhao Xuehan's voice faded away in the memory, Yan Ke opened his eyes.He looked at Hao Liang's red eyes, held back the pain, and squeezed Hao Liang's chin with one hand.

I don't know what I'm going to regret.Why did Zhao Xuehan say that I would regret the matter about Du Sumu.he thinks.

But now, what I regret the most is that I brought him back from the world of suffering, interrupting his reincarnation, and making him suffer so much for nothing.

Hao Liang roared angrily, shaking his head constantly, trying to break free from Yan Ke's control.Yan Ke tightly clamped Hao Liang's face, forced him to open his mouth, and then bit the membrane in his mouth.

A faint smell of copper rust permeated Yan Ke's mouth. He lowered his head, pressed Hao Liang's head hard, let his lips stick to his own, and then slowly poured the blood from his mouth into Hao Liang's mouth.