The devil attacks me every day

There was a familiar smell in the air.

Shu Cangzhu sat on the eaves and looked down. As expected, he saw two men in black coming side by side.

The camouflage was removed, and the two young men, who were very outstanding in figure and appearance, walked neatly with style.

It was the smell of Gu Huang's blood.

There was a trace of flame in that smell, mixed with abundant vitality.

Then his eyes shifted from Meng Qi'an to Zhuang Nanhai.

Shu Cangzhu squinted his eyes, a little surprised, with disdain in his smile: "I'm surprised that you came to see me with such a weak body."

It's just that I don't even want to hide what I have done.

Of course Zhuang Nanhai knew that Shu Cang Zhu was referring to Hei Ya.

After leaving Beishui Continent, the remaining two light spheres he had been looking for were in Huanyun.But when he really arrived at Huanyun, that strong guiding force disappeared again.

As if it never happened.

It was Shu Cangzhu who obtained the ball of light before him, and relied on his own cultivation to hide it.Then, he handed it over to Hei Ya, trying to make the two turn against each other.

Or, expect them to blend into one.

"I'm also very surprised." Zhuang Nanhai and Meng Qi'an stood still, looking up at the book Cangzhu in white on the eaves, "A person who hides his head and shows his tail and uses a fake identity will become so blatant."

The smile on Shu Cangzhu's face slowly froze.

He lightly tapped the air with his hand resting on his knee, and a colorless cyclone appeared out of thin air, heading straight for Zhuang Nanhai's chest like a sharp sword.The power contained in that cyclone was so great that Zhuang Nanhai couldn't bear it, so he couldn't help taking a step back.

"Noisy." Shu Cangzhu got up slowly, and the wind blowing over the eaves brought up his white clothes, whistling.

Zhuang Nanhai rejected Meng Qi'an's offer to hold his hand, smiled and shook his head: "It's nothing."

Then he looked at the dignified and reserved Yaoxiu sage, and said loudly: "Shu Cang Zhu, we might as well make a bet, how about?"

Shu Cangzhu didn't speak, but glanced at the two of them with those indifferent eyes.

"Do you believe that we can rescue everyone from the mustard space?"

This sentence made Shu Cang Zhu excited, and raised his eyebrows: "The tone is not small, it's up to you?"

"It's just us."

Cang Zhu can see through the cultivation skills of the two of them at a glance.Zhuang Qing, who has not fused with the spirit of the dragon, is weaker than Tao Changyu. At best, he is difficult to deal with, but he can't be called a real opponent, let alone Meng Zhao, who is only half a saint.

"Usually begging for death is in exchange for something." Shu Cang Zhu said.

Zhuang Nanhai spread his hands: "It's just a chance to save the lives of nearly ten thousand monks."

Shu Cangzhu looked down at the two people who looked like ants from the bottom up: "You are already in my urn, why should I make this bet with you?"

The coercion of being a high-ranking person spread bit by bit from Shu Cang Zhu.

Meng Qi'an became a saint in half a step, but in the end he was a level lower than the others. The coercion from Shu Cang Zhu became stronger and stronger. It seemed that an invisible mountain was pressing down on him, forcing him to kneel down to the ground.

Force him to submit to Shu Cangzhu.

A pair of strong hands supported him.

From the touching skin, Zhuang Nanhai's exclusive aura was slowly absorbed. His aura was gentle and powerful, offsetting the sharp and aggressive coercion from the outside world.

Meng Qi'an's face turned pale, and it took a while for his body to stop being weak.

He turned his head and smiled at Zhuang Nanhai, then turned his head to look at Shu Cang Zhu and said, "You want us to be complete, but we are not afraid to be smashed to pieces before that. If you make this bet with us, we will win , it’s just letting go of the people in the Mustard Dimension, we’re still in your urn, aren’t we?”

Shu Cangzhu never liked the idea of ​​rebellion from the ants in his hands.

Meng Qi'an is, and so is his master Xu Xiaofei.It seemed that if he didn't agree to this bet, Meng Qi'an would die for him immediately, wasting the only remaining Gu Huang blood.

"Since you know about the mustard space, you naturally know that it is controlled by me." Shu Cangzhu snorted softly, "It's impossible to save people in my world."

Meng Qi'an raised his chin slightly, his youthful face was full of pride: "If you don't try it, how will you know if it's the Arabian Nights?"

That face full of vigor and confidence is dazzling, no, it can even be said to hurt Shu Cangzhu's heart.

He didn't know why he cared so much, obviously the despicable and unbearable things had long been a thing of the past, and obviously all those who made domineering gestures in front of him had already been buried in the grave by his own hands, seeing such a face, he was still jealous to the point of madness .

"By the way." He seemed to think of something, his eyes changed: "You know Shu Cangwu... no, he changed his name to... Xu Xiaofei, do you know him?"

Meng Qi'an's eyes became more defensive: "What do you mean?"

Shu Cangzhu shrugged: "It's nothing, I just wanted to tell you how he died at my hands."

The pride on the young man's face was suddenly crushed, and his eyelashes trembled: "What did you say?"

Xu Xiaofei is dead?How did Xu Xiaofei die?

Seeing the flustered and shocked eyes of the young man, Shu Cang Zhu's mood improved a lot.

The corners of his lips finally curved into a happy arc again, but he said very cruel words: "He hid from me all his life, but exposed himself for you. Do you know how many times I have stabbed him?"

He stopped and admired the changing expression on Meng Qi'an's face.

Seeing that confident and radiant face gradually filled with pain and hatred, Shu Cangzhu's voice became clearer: he was in a good mood: "130 two knives! I knew he was going to last until dawn, but it was too much to tease him." It’s interesting. Seeing him run away after suffering 130 knives, I can imagine him counting the hours and going to death... Hahaha, isn’t it very interesting?”

Meng Qi'an felt dizzy for a while.

He never thought that Xu Xiaofei would die.

And died for him.

Those hatreds, complaints and alienation turned into grief and regret the moment after knowing his death.

Shouldn't you be resentful?

It's not that you shouldn't calculate, and you shouldn't just treat him as a stranger again and again.

Meng Qi'an tightly squeezed Zhuang Nanhai's arm.

He knew that Shu Cangzhu wanted to see him collapse, but he didn't want to give in in front of him, he gritted his molars and said, "Is it over? If it's over, then we'll go to Jiezi Space to save people."

After all, Shu Cangzhu didn't even have room to refuse, jumped up together with Zhuang Nanhai, and plunged into the light blue vortex that was constantly rotating in the northwest sky.

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The cold wind howled.

As soon as he stepped into the mustard space, the wind blew from all directions like knives, and it hurt people's faces.

This is an ice field that can't be seen at a glance.

It is not pure white, but has a faint blue color, as if the glacier has become extraordinarily hard over the long years, and under the sunlight, it appears blue like the sky.

creak-

The boots made teeth-stinging sounds when they stepped on the thick ice sheet, and the spiritual power covering the surface of the two was fluctuated by the cold wind passing through the plain.

"Is this the mustard space of Shu Cangzhu?" Lu Zhixue's soul was a little unstable from the cold, and her voice was a little ethereal.

Meng Qi'an was preoccupied, so he hummed perfunctorily.

The fragility that he didn't want to show in front of Shu Cangzhu has broken through his disguise and made his heart flustered.

Zhuang Nanhai knew everything, but didn't know what to say, so he reached out his hand to hold him silently, and walked forward.

The mustard space of Shu Cangzhu is terrifyingly large.

The ice field seemed endless, and the two walked for a long time against the ever stronger cold wind. Apart from the blue ice field and glaciers in front of them, there was only the white fog when they breathed.

"Where do you think they will be hidden by Shu Cang Zhu?" Zhuang Nanhai asked Meng Qi'an deliberately when he saw that Meng Qi'an had been silent for too long.

Meng Qi'an forced himself to come out of his memories, and seriously looked at the endless ice field.

Where can people hide in such a place?What's more, there are nearly [-] monks, so they should be particularly eye-catching everywhere.

"This is his place. If he insists on not letting us find it, even if we turn the world upside down, we won't be able to find it." Meng Qi'an raised his hand to block several falling snowflakes, "Is it snowing?"

Large flakes of pure white snowflakes fell from the blue sky, hung on the young man's long eyelashes, and flew up and down as he blinked.

Zhuang Nanhai held him with one hand, and melted away the snowflakes on his eyelashes with the other: "It's snowing, and the vision is even more blurred."

Even so, they still have to find someone.

The two continued to move forward against the wind, thin snowflakes piled up on the blue ice field, and the boots made a continuous creaking sound when they stepped on it.

But they didn't know that under the thick ice field at the bottom of their feet, the monks who were trapped in the mustard space with their spiritual power sealed up were looking up at the two who were struggling forward.

"The big devil? And the fire-type Taoist who rescued the big devil that day?" Someone recognized the two.

"What are they doing?"

"Isn't this the place where Shu Cangzhu is? What is the purpose of Shu Cangzhu to let them in?"

The thick ice field separated the two people on the ice from the crowd. Someone tried to call for help, but the two people above couldn't hear the people below.

"Strange, why can we hear their voices, but they can't hear us?"

Some monks have already lost their temper and said lazily: "This is not strange. It is what Shu Cangzhu wants to make this place. Could it be that we can still resist the 'god' of this world. "

Although this is sad, it is not without reason.

Most of the monks separated into several camps because of factions and relationships. A group of people saw the two men forging ahead on the ice sheet, and quickly told the people around them, and more and more people saw them.

"Little Martial Uncle?" Su Yaowei is the most well-connected, and he was the first to hear the news among the Wan Ting clan. He raised his head and tried to distinguish the blurred faces of the two, puzzled, "Little Martial Uncle Why did Meng Zhao come in..."

He couldn't help but look back at the sleeping Tao Changyu, Huai'an Ming and Yuan Songshu, and muttered in a low voice, "Could it be...they came in to save us?"

Someone nearby retorted weakly: "Impossible... This is the place where Shu Cangzhu is, and they need Shu Cangzhu's consent to come in..."

Shu Cangzhu, who was watching everything outside the mustard space, was sitting on the high eaves.

The non-dry breeze blows past, like the gentlest, lover's hand.

I don't know if the breeze was too gentle, reminding him of some things in the past. He faintly smelled a unique fragrance in the breeze.

That's the smell of broccoli.

It's her taste.