I heard that Xiandao No.1 was dumped

"Junior Brother Shen, do you feel pain?" The man in black robe pulled out the white bone that had pierced into Shen Guhong's dantian. With the sudden withdrawal of the white bone, a large amount of blood gushed out.

But when he asked this question, his tone was extremely gentle, as if he was speaking to his favorite lover.

A lot of blood loss, the pain in the dantian didn't change Shen Guhong's color, as if the pain in the dantian didn't exist at all, but could it be that it really didn't hurt?How is it possible, how can the stinging pain that almost penetrates the soul be comparable to ordinary pain.

When the black-robed man looked at Shen Guhong, his cold eyes looked at him ruthlessly.Just like many years ago, when Shen Guhong took the candied haws he handed to him, he thanked him lightly with a stern face, but at that time, the child still had a flash of joy in his eyes because of a small candied haws.But gradually this child's sword became more and more fierce, and his people became more and more indifferent, rejecting people thousands of miles away, as if everything was not in his heart.There are also more and more female cultivators who secretly admire this young genius. The former children no longer eat candied haws, and there is no need for him, a senior brother, to teach him personally.

Many years later, after he killed his teacher and seized the throne, the child who would thank him softly and always practice sword with a straight face has grown up. A little angry, disappointed, sad...

At that time, although he was astonished by the other party's unhesitating hostility, he also felt a little joy at the other party's rare vividness. He still wondered why the other party was sad, and was he disappointed in his big brother?Does this mean that he is different in this child's heart?He might have gone mad already.

When he was locked in the abyss of Jedi by Zhu Xian, he thought that his life was not long. At that time, he often wondered whether the other party would miss him in the slightest, and would he wonder why he killed his master and seized the throne?

If you ask him if he hates it?Of course he hated the person who killed him, but this was Junior Brother Shen whom he had seen since he was a child, and who had followed his eyes closely for hundreds of years, so how could he not hate him.But more is still a kind of distorted emotion. His junior brother Shen doesn't know, and he doesn't need to know. It's good that only he knows about this matter. He is a person who is dying, and the other party is still superior. Immortal Venerable Liuyun, actually... is quite good, isn't it?

But he did not die, just like the dirtiest reptile in hell, struggling in this Jedi abyss, tortured by the immortal awl fixed into the soul and penetrating into the bone marrow every day.

But what did he wait for after he came out?His loneliest and indifferent Junior Brother Shen is with a Demon Lord, how ironic, you sent me into the abyss of hell because of me, and I will never be reborn, but now you are ignoring your identity and No. A magic repair together.

Is it not good to be a fairy in the sky forever?Why do you want to stain yourself with dust again.

So, my junior brother Shen, do you feel pain?

But no matter how much you hurt, how can you hurt me more than the torment I suffer every day?The pain was almost numb.So you just hurt a little more!Even if it's just a soul, I always want to see you change color because of me because of pain.

A gentle breeze swirled past Shen Guhong's body, accompanied by the sentence "So it is".

Although he already knew that he himself would not be able to get out of the almost broken barrier, he never thought that this incarnation outside his body was actually integrated into his own soul, so he cared so much about that demon?

Others don't know, maybe he still doesn't know that Nan Ming is not a demon cultivator, but a demon from the demon world.

How could Shen Guhong not know even what he knew, but even if he is a demon, you still protect him like this.

The sharp white bones once again slammed into Shen Guhong's dantian with unknown resentment, but the other party just frowned slightly, a lot of crimson blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and then nothing happened. .

Why are you... always so calm, even if you show a little pain and discomfort, I can't bear to let you suffer the pain of the soul with me, but you will never, let you change color The only one who came from the demon world was the demon.

Shi Yao, a white-faced scholar, has been wandering in many worlds for a long time, and he has been to the most eerie underworld. Even in front of those lunatics in Zhufeng Great World, he is confident.He is unparalleled in strategy, courageous and resourceful, and in his eyes countless great powers are just a pawn...

But as an envoy and a lobbyist, this was the first time he faced such a danger.

What was on the neck was just a sharpened white bone, but this white bone had already been inserted into his neck, and countless blood gushed out from it.

The depth of this white bone insertion is just right, if he advances a little further, he will be dead, and if he retreats a little more, he still has the strength to resist, but it is this impartial depth that makes him dare not move in vain .

Before he even made a move, he was completely defeated. This person... is so strong.

Only then did he recover from the shock and look at the owner of the bone.

The first thing that catches the eye is an extremely pale hand, that kind of paleness that is sickly, but it is such a hand that is firmly holding the bone.Then he looked at this person's face, which was shrouded in a large black robe, which was somewhat similar to Meng Po's attire, but the two people were absolutely different from each other.Granny Meng's black robe only made her more eerie, but this person's black robe only made people feel mysterious.

He also wore half of a silver-like mask on his face, and there was a blood-red drop-shaped pattern on the mask under the corner of his eyes, which looked like a drop of blood and tears.

If you want to talk about this person's appearance, even Shi Yao doesn't know how to describe it. Even with half of the mask on, the handsome and delicate appearance is a bit similar to Kyushu Demon Lord, but it is completely different. The Kyushu Demon Lord is stunningly beautiful, delicate and handsome at the same time, it is unavoidably gorgeous, but the beauty of this person is as bright as the rising sun, even the blood-colored lotus flower on his face that is obviously caused by the Fallen Demon cannot affect it. His temperament.

The blood fiend who killed his teacher and seized the throne back then was actually a rare beauty!

Shi Yao has never been tempted in the face of so many stunning beauties. He has always wandered among the flowers, but he has never taken a green leaf with him. But when he looked at this loser, he was lost. .

The turning of the bones at the neck made Shi Yao gasp, his throat felt itchy and sore, and the sweet smell rose into his throat, but he didn't dare to cough at all, for fear that his cough would make the bones come back again. Go deep, if the bone goes deeper than an inch, he will die here.

The black-robed man sneered: "I really don't like the way you look at me, the emissary of the Shadow Empire."

"Yao... If you take the liberty to come here and offend His Majesty, I hope His Majesty will forgive me." He even sounded cautious when he spoke. One was because he was afraid that the turmoil in his Adam's apple would make the bones go deep, and the other was that he was really careless. angered the man.

There was another sharp pain in the throat, this man!This person actually turned his bones again!

A faint sentence "Say something quickly" floated in Shi Yao's ears, this person is actually too lazy to listen to nonsense, there is a big picture that you finish speaking quickly, and I will consider whether to kill you, and there is actually someone in it. There is a [-]% chance of killing him.

Shi Yao's face, which had been peaceful for many years, was finally not calm, and his back was covered in cold sweat. When life and death are at stake, is dignity still so important?

He hurriedly said: "Your... Your lord, those who have not yet come to war between the two countries, you..."

The black-robed man interrupted coldly: "But I am just a fallen demon."

His patience seemed to be exhausted at last, his pale hand moved slightly, and he was about to penetrate the bone a little further, behead it, and then throw this person who dared to break into his palace to feed Jiaolong.

"My lord, I have a deal and I don't know if you are interested." Shi Yao roared hastily, not caring how much blood gushed out of his neck.

"Business? I never do business, but I don't mind hearing what kind of business it is." The black-robed man paused slightly. He really didn't care about any business, but he was also curious that the Shadow Empire would want to do business with him. what business.

Shi Yao breathed a sigh of relief, but the string in his heart never let go. He knew that if what he said dissatisfied the other party a little, he would become a dead soul under the other party's bones.

"Our Majesty sincerely wants to make a deal with the Venerable. We only need a little help from the Venerable. After the matter is completed, we, the Shadow Empire of the Haoran Sect, will offer it with both hands to assist the Venerable to become the suzerain of the Haoran Sect."

Unexpectedly, the expression of the black-robed man turned cold again, and a mocking arc curled up on his lips: "Since when did I care about a Haoran sect again, even if I did kill my master and seize the throne, could it be that?" Does it mean that I am interested in the Haoran Sect? If that's the case, then there is no need for the emissary to exist."

"Respect... Your lord!" Shi Yao was startled, his eyes were clouded with fear, and all his plans were like floating clouds in front of his wealth and life.

The black-robed man looked at the physical tears in Shi Yao's eyes, and the sarcasm on his lips grew stronger. He said disdainfully, "Are you scared?"

Afraid, of course I am afraid, but I said I am afraid and you will not kill me?

The man in the black robe chuckled: "I don't even have the guts to come here."

He actually inserted the bone in his hand, and let the dark red blood from the bone flow onto the floor tiles made of Bingxin Liuli, the blue floor tiles, the blood-red blood, and the indifferent man in black.

"You?" Shi Yao hadn't recovered from the shock.

"I won't give you any help, Haoranzong, heh! If you really have the ability, you can just give it to me if you have achieved it, and it will be considered... to buy your life. If you don't give it to me, I will It won't come thousands of miles to chase you down." The black-robed man said flatly.

Shi Yao didn't understand this handsome man. Such a cold-blooded and ruthless person clearly wanted to kill him, so why did he let him go all of a sudden.

"Dare to ask the venerable's name?" Shi Yao hesitated for a moment, but still asked the name of the killing god.

He really didn't know this person's name. This person had disappeared for nearly ten thousand years, his news was almost completely blocked, and no one dared to mention him again.

The black-robed man sneered: "My name? Hehe! It doesn't matter what my name is. I'm just an avenger in the dark." Avengers don't need a name at all.

The author has something to say: Many, many years ago, when the black-robed man was the chief disciple of the Haoran Sect who taught five things and four beauties.

The junior sister from the same school held the sword shyly: "Big... big brother."

The man in black robe (doubtful): "Huh?"

The little junior sister said desperately: "Big brother, I like you."

The man in black robe (coldly): "I don't like you."

The junior sister's eye circles were red, and there was a layer of mist in her eyes: "Big... big brother."

The man in black (panic): She...why is she crying.

The black-robed man (he changed the phrase because he couldn't comfort people at all): "I have someone I like, and he's very strong."

He is strong = you are weak.

The little junior sister's eye circles were even redder, tears overflowed, and she cried out with a "wow", and ran away crying while holding the sword.

The man in black robe (confused): Who am I?what did I do?I didn't bully her!