The villain's national teacher always teases me

The devil emperor Mu Yun came against the light, glanced at the situation in the palace, his brows kept touching, and his tone of voice was even more surprised.

"Your Majesty, where are you...?"

Lang Zi also frowned at him.

Just now Chu Xiaoji said that there is a formation outside the Meixiang Hall, and no one can enter or exit above the Dao.Moreover, Mu Yun had bid farewell to him half a month ago and returned to the Demon Realm, so why did he come to Yi'an again?

Will it be such a coincidence?

Mu Yun, however, seemed unsuspecting, stepped into the hall, his eyes spun around Qi Lan's body, and then fell to the bloody abandoned sword on the ground, and said to himself: "Hmm, this seems to be an extermination technique? "

Lang Zi couldn't help but startled: "Spirit Extermination?"

There are countless strange techniques in the world. He has also read the introduction of this spirit-killing technique in the book of Yuanzhou Pavilion. The way is to attach the weapon to the monk's blood and trigger it. Once the technique works, it will not be exhausted. The spiritual power of the wounded will never give up.

If it was really an extermination technique, no matter how much spiritual power he had, it would be difficult to save Qi Lan's life.

Mu Yun nodded, walked forward in two or three steps, and said, "Let me come. The demons have spells to solve."

Lang Zi retreated holding Qi Lan, and asked cautiously, "Where did the Devil Emperor come from?"

Mu Yun raised his eyebrows to look at him, with a funny face on his face, "What's the matter, Your Majesty? I just returned to the Demon Realm a few days ago, and I kept in mind that you said that there was a happy event in Yi'an today, so I came here specially to join in the fun. Why, do you doubt it?" Am I impersonating?"

Hearing what he said, Lang Zi's vigilance has been half relieved.

The national teacher said that Muyun and Fenglou have the same origin, and even he needs to distinguish carefully.Just now, he seriously suspected that the person who came was not Mu Yun.

Right now Qi Lan has passed out, and he has not breathed in much yet, so he has to let go of his guard and hand him over to the Devil Emperor.

The Devil Emperor took the person, and the clothes covered the wound. Life is more important after all. Letting go of the defense between men and women for now, he did not shy away from tearing the robe around Qi Lan's waist and abdomen a little, revealing the hideous wound. .

He didn't say much, his hands formed into palms, and black devilish energy came out from his dantian, turned into black mist and attached to his palms, and slowly pressed onto Qi Lan's wound.

Lang Zi didn't dare to look away, bit his lip and watched.

The wound was still oozing blood, but at this moment it gradually condensed and closed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After he solved the spell, Lang Zi wanted to infuse some spiritual energy, but the devil shook his head and said, "No, the spiritual energy is not good at this time, I'll just feed some blood-regenerating elixir."

What he took out from the ring was not some blood-recovering elixir, but the bloodthirsty black lotus petals he had given to Lang Zi.

The effect was excellent, not long after taking the petals, Qi Lan's face became much rosier.

Lang Zi reckoned that she would wake up soon, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and winked at Chu Xiaoji and the others, signaling them to wait in the yard first.

He started talking to the Devil Emperor himself.

"The devil emperor came in today, did you see anything strange?"

Mu Yun put Qi Lan on the chair beside him. His hands were stained with a lot of blood. He seemed to feel that it was a waste. He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked it twice, then recalled: "No, right? Just enter this palace It seems to be blocked, is your majesty also setting up a new formation for weddings in the palace?"

Lang Zi sighed, and said: "I didn't set up that formation. The newcomer was paying homage to the church earlier. I don't know where a sudden attack came and seriously injured Qi Lan. If even you didn't notice the abnormality, I'm afraid the assassin has already left."

He suddenly paused, frowned and asked, "Have you never seen the Devil Emperor drinking blood before?"

It is common for the demons to like fishy and salty things, and there are even some demons who drink blood like hair.

But he once sat and drank tea with the Devil Emperor at Gui Mingxuan, and he didn't remember that the Devil Emperor also had this habit. He seemed to be more interested in refreshments that day.

Mu Yun blinked and said: "I used to see Elder Qiguang drinking blood before, and I couldn't help but taste it, and it wasn't so unbearable. Besides, the monk's blood contains spiritual power, which is a great tonic for me after all. Isn't it a waste to spend so much?"

Lang Zi nodded, moved two steps towards Qi Lan calmly, and said: "Understood. Qi Lan is fine now, I'll take her back and lie down here, after all, it's not very comfortable here."

But Mu Yun stopped him with a smile, "Cultivators are so weak. I'm afraid there will be accidents just after the spell is lifted. Let her stay here, so I can take care of her nearby."

"That's what the devil said." Lang Zi said with a smile, as if he had let go of all his guard.

But with a thought, the Luohui sword was in his palm in an instant, and he suddenly stabbed Mu Yun like lightning.

After all, the realm is an insurmountable gap, "Mu Yun" has only a flash of his figure, and he has firmly pinched Luo Hui between his two fingers.

With a wanton smile on his face, he tutted his tongue and said, "The Taoist ancestor has been with Jun Lin for a long time, but he has become suspicious. Why is he suddenly facing me with a sword?"

Lang Zi didn't answer, the sword intent came out and moved forward, causing Luohui sword to whine.

After all, it is a divine weapon, and with the blessing of Taoism, "Mu Yun" did not dare to take Luo Hui head-on. He only heard a "clang", and his fingers flicked away from the blade of the sword. With a half-turn of his right arm, he picked up Qi Lan. to run away.

Lang Zi knew that he was no match for him, but he refused to let him take Qi Lan away. He immediately lied to him, turned a stab into a challenge, and directed his sword intent towards "Mu Yun"'s arm.

The sky-shading formation in the palace is still there, except for the national teacher, no one can escape through the air. "Mu Yun" is entangled by him, and he has no choice but to fight.

He dealt with it calmly, and still had time to taunt Lang Zi: "Tsk, it is said that swordsmen are stubborn, but Taoist ancestors are not as stupid as they are. When did you find out?"

Lang Zi still didn't answer.

Although he has unparalleled sword intent, his cultivation base has finally fallen to the bottom. At this moment, he has no reinforcements, and he is only thinking about how to defeat him.

Although Mu Yun is the devil baby of Fenglou, he is subtly different from Fenglou. After leaving Fenglou, his physical body is actually a demon clan, and the devil energy and spiritual energy are in conflict with each other. How could he be greedy for the spiritual power in the blood of a monk?

What are you talking about that is a great tonic? Are you bullying him for reading less?

Only Fenglou, originally a Dao body, was severely injured by the national teacher and urgently needed spiritual nourishment, could reveal such a flaw.

Lang Zi didn't know what he wanted to do, and he didn't even have time to think about how he knew what he had said with Mu Yun in the past, these were not important, the important thing was that Qi Lan was in his hands.

The sound of the two fighting attracted Gu Qianxun and Chu Xiaoji, and they rushed over almost as soon as the fighting in the hall rang out.

However, both of their cultivation bases were much higher than theirs, so they had no choice but to stand aside and worry, and couldn't find the slightest chance to sneak attack.

Fenglou glanced at the person at the door, his left sleeve bulged to block Lang Zi's blow, the corners of his eyes raised slightly and he smiled softly: "Aren't Daozu worried that I have two more hostages?"

Seeing that Lang Zi was indifferent, he intensified his words: "Tsk, since you don't care, I'll kill them together. Do you think I should kill the thinner one first, or the taller one first?"

Lang Zi had lost most of his spiritual power to Qi Lan before, and he was already powerless to carry on. He only fought through gritting his teeth and fighting until now. Hearing this, his eyes were red, and he quickly shouted at Chu Xiaoji and the others: "Let's go!"

Chu Xiaoji froze on the spot with his eyes wide open, but Gu Qianxun had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and pulled him all the way to the outside of the hall.

Lang Zi roared, finally revealing some flaws, only to hear Feng Lou sneer, and received a heavy blow on the forehead, his eyes turned black for a while.

He didn't care too much, seeing that Fenglou was about to flee, he took out a jade slip from his bosom, bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed blood on it.

This is the protective array left to him by the national teacher. It is guided by the blood of the two people. Once it is activated, even the national teacher can perceive it even in the small world. Just run away.

The reason why the magic circle has not been sacrificed for a long time is also very simple. [-]% of the magic circle is drawn from his spiritual power. If the national teacher does not come back before the spiritual power is exhausted, the only thing waiting for him is the exhaustion of oil and the dry lamp. .

Once the magic circle was completed, it immediately enveloped the entire palace, and formed a small golden shield a foot away from Lang Zi's body, which was indestructible beyond the semi-divine realm.

Seeing the formation, Fenglou was not surprised but delighted.

Lang Zi tried his best to maintain the operation of the formation and stopped attacking. Although he couldn't get out of the gate, he was very happy on his face. He happily put down Qi Lan and found a chair to sit in. He even took out a cup of tea from the ring and took a leisurely drank up.

Seeing that Lang Zi's brows were tightly frowned, he didn't mind, he smiled and said.

"Does Daozu think that Junlin can come back to save you?" Feng Lou shook his legs, "Hehe, that's not necessarily the case, I'm afraid he is trapped somewhere now, and he won't be able to get out for a hundred or eighty years."

He took a sip of tea happily, and smiled again: "At first, I thought it would be a big deal if you broke the sky-shading formation this time, but you are looking for a dead end. You really deserve to be the ancestor of Taoism. You are very compassionate. I am afraid that even the gods can compare It’s not worth one ten thousandth of your kindness.”

Lang Zi didn't believe what he said.

But as time passed, the spiritual power in his body gradually dried up, and there was no movement outside the hall, and there was really nothing he could do.

Feng Lou was still laughing: "If you talk about mental strategy, there is only one king in the world who can win this seat. Although the Taoist ancestor is powerful, it is just that he has a higher level of swordsmanship. Cheng, what's the threat?"

He then sighed, "Tsk, that Shura is actually a person from another world, so he was too careful. If you want me to say, wouldn't it be over if you just call in, it's just Tianyuan, nothing more."

Lang Zi bit her lower lip tightly, wishing she couldn't close her five senses and block out his words that irritated her.

At this moment, Qi Lan faintly woke up.

She didn't quite understand the situation in front of her. First, she searched for Lang Zi's traces all over the house. Seeing that he was trapped in the protective air shield, she looked at her abdomen, as if wondering why the wound had disappeared by itself, and then turned her head to look at him. The wind tower next to it.

For a moment, almond eyes widened: "You..."

Feng Lou looked at her and blinked, "Miss Shen Lan, we meet again."

This time, Fenglou didn't stop her, Qi Lan's chest was heaving violently, and she quickly stepped back in front of Lang Zi, with the Xingxing sword in her hand, and shouted in her mouth: "Master, go, he is Fenglou."

Lang Zi said hoarsely: "I know, you go first."

"No, you don't know, he is Ning Feiyu from before!"

Hearing this, Lang Zi looked at Fenglou in disbelief.

Ning Feiyu?Doesn't this mean that the devil emperor who came to the palace before is already a wind tower? !

The Zhetian Formation can't break in by force, and the Wind Tower can come in, it must have tricked the Great Formation, but what kind of technique can deceive the formation set up by the National Teacher himself?

"Hey." Feng Lou put down his teacup and said leisurely, "Miss Shen Lan is really not cute, it's not fun to say that."

With his frivolous posture, Qi Lan didn't dare to relax even for a moment, and backed away again and again to protect Lang Zi.

He still said in his mouth: "This is a teleportation talisman, master, go away, I will immediately activate a large formation to trap him, you—"

Qi Lan's voice suddenly stopped.

Lang Zi was also stunned suddenly, he seemed to have heard a slight sound just now, it seemed that Feng Lou snapped his fingers.

Qi Lan lowered his head slowly, but only saw every inch of light in his body scattered in the void.

"Qilan!!!"

Lang Zi flew out, but Qi Lan dissipated too quickly, when he rushed to him, he only received a blood-stained white robe, light and empty.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Lang Zi raised his head suddenly, his blood red eyes looked directly at Fenglou.

I don't know how much hatred is hidden in the roar: "You want to kill her, why do you want to save her?!"

Fenglou looked at him condescendingly, and slightly raised one corner of his lips, with a sarcasm that was cold and bone-chilling.

"Because it's fun."

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The national teacher still has five seconds to arrive at the scene.