The tyrant fell in love with his master again [Rebirth]

"You said he pulled out the root of ruthlessness to save me?"

Lin Yebei's eyebrows trembled slightly, Wen Shuyao's statement was quite different from what he thought the truth was.

He only knew that the root of ruthlessness was the foundation of his cultivation, but he never thought that its damage would endanger his life.

"Little beauty, you are born with a damaged soul. The degree of compatibility between the Ruthless Dao and you is far from that of ordinary people. The price of stripping is also terrifying."

Wen Shuyao smiled inexplicably: "The ruthless root in your body has long been connected to the heart vein. On the surface, the ruthless root cracked, but in fact it also damaged the heart vein. During those days, you frequently vomited blood with heartache, Is what I said the truth?"

Lin Yebei really didn't expect this, but recalling all the cruel words Fu Hanzhang said to him that day, he still couldn't help frowning:

"Then why did he say those things..."

"The ruthless root should be shaken with true feelings. If His Majesty hadn't stimulated it with words, how could its root system loosen?"

Wen Shuyao said seriously: "Only when your mind is most agitated, can you use spiritual power or devil energy to pull out the ruthless root, otherwise, when your heart veins split with the ruthless root, even the too true god can't save it." is you."

"Not only that, Your Majesty is concerned about your body, and traveled thousands of miles to the southern border of the Demon Realm to find elixir for you. It was the same last night. Obviously, the demon energy of the Demon Dragon Pill could no longer be suppressed, and he insisted on staying by your side until it was really supported. I can't help but leave..."

"Didn't you just say that he went to handle government affairs?" Lin Yebei quickly realized something was wrong, "Why did the devilish energy suddenly get out of control?"

"This..." Only then did Wen Shuyao realize that she had slipped her mouth. She originally wanted to find a way to cover it up, but under the gaze of the other party's clear eyes, her mind suddenly went blank, and she could only speak truthfully:

"...Well, the reason why His Majesty sucked your blood out of control is because when his realm is advanced, the magic dragon pill in his body will be on the verge of boiling, and he needs blood containing ice and snow spiritual power to suppress it. Usually, these are made by the Chonghua Palace. It was done by Yao Ding, but for some reason this time, he lost his mind in front of you."

"Then where is he now?"

Lin Yebei's heart clenched uncontrollably, and Lin Yebei understood that the danger of breaking through the realm was no small matter, especially for the demon clan with strong demon energy.

In order to save himself, he consumed the blood of Yao Ding and broke through with his own strength, would it be dangerous?

Seeing Lin Yebei's nervous expression, Wen Shuyao confirmed her guess even more.

In his view, there was just some misunderstanding between Fu Lin and the two, and they were unwilling to explain it clearly.

Just create more opportunities for solitude to resolve conflicts.

So he was happy to see it come true:

"It's in the Yuxu Hall of Changqi Palace, where there is a secret realm that isolates the devilish energy, and His Majesty often breaks the mirror there."

"In Changqi Palace, except for the demon king, no teleportation-type spells can be used,"

A dark red spirit butterfly flew out from Wen Shuyao's fingertips, "I can't get away for a while, but fortunately Yuxu Palace is not far away, it will lead you to find the Demon Lord."

He put the snow-white robe worn by Lin Yebei at the foot of the bed:

"This is the Snow Cicada Clothes His Majesty prepared for you. It is light, warm and impenetrable by fire and water. It can also resist attacks from the realm below the cave. The attendants know your identity as the concubine, so you can pass through without hindrance."

"Thank you." Lin Yebei put on the Xuechan clothes, and habitually went to look for Mingsha with curly hair, but found nothing.

The last time he wore it seemed to be the day when Fu Hanzhang pulled out the root of ruthlessness... Could it be that he took it away?

With a secret sigh, he simply let his hair loose and followed Lingdie out of the medicine house.

The decoration style of Changqi Palace is extremely luxurious, and the materials are also very particular. When he stepped on the ground made of black jade with bare feet, he felt the coolness coming from the soles of his feet, and his chaotic thoughts recovered a little bit of clarity.

Those who don't know the inside story are probably like Wen Shuyao, thinking that the crux of the problem between him and Fu Hanzhang is that they failed to open their hearts.

But how can those affectionate, betrayal, killing, and pain in the past and present life be explained clearly in a few words?

Perhaps Si Xi did have unspeakable difficulties, but it is also true that he pierced Fu Hanzhang's heart with a sword, and then knocked him down from the altar. Fu Hanzhang should hate him both emotionally and rationally.

Having said that, the bottom of my heart is hard to calm down.

There was a throbbing pain in his forehead, his face was pale, and he frowned to bear it.

Ever since Wen Shuyao mentioned the method of peeling off the ruthless root, he has had headaches intermittently. Besides, he also felt inexplicably familiar, as if at a certain moment, he had done the same thing himself.

The demon soldiers and generals patrolling along the way saluted him respectfully when they saw him, while the spirit butterfly flew leisurely in front of him, stopping from time to time to let him have a rest.

Suffering from multiple injuries and illnesses over the past few days, combined with the loss of cultivation, Lin Yebei's eyes were flooded with tears from a few hundred meters away, and a layer of cold sweat soaked out.

Compared with other palaces, Yuxu Palace is darker and more empty. The closer you get, the more you can feel the powerful surge of magic energy behind the gate of the palace.He flinched unconsciously, and walked in with his clothes folded, but suddenly a hand stretched out in front of him, blocking the way:

"Sorry, you can't go in."

This deep and strong voice was very familiar. Lin Yebei remembered that this person was Qin Yucang, the protector of the right who had met once in the court, and was a little puzzled for a while:

"I just want to meet... the Demon Lord."

He bit the last two words lightly, as if it was extremely difficult to say the man's name.

Qin Yucang didn't say anything, but there was another person walking out gracefully behind him: "Hey, where did the wind come from, and it actually brought Mrs. Mofei here?"

Lin Yebei was slightly surprised.

Although the person in front of him had snowy hair and emerald eyes, he didn't look like a human race, but he exuded a real spiritual power.

His eyes flicked over the other party's bandaged arm, recalling what Wen Shuyao said, and quickly confirmed the identity of the person who came:

"Your Excellency is the medicine cauldron from Chonghua Palace?"

The words "medicine cauldron" undoubtedly stepped on Luo Qingyan's painful feet. The delicate smile on his face froze for a moment, and a look of resentment flashed in his eyes:

"The concubine Mo has really good eyesight. She must have extraordinary cultivation, and the ice and snow spiritual power on her body is also very pure?"

He had already heard from Qin Yucang that Fu Hanzhang had ruined Lin Yebei's cultivation, but he pretended not to know, and even pretended to be envious.

Lin Yebei's heart throbbed. He had cultivated hard for more than ten years and reached the late stage of Golden Core. Originally, he had great potential, but because of the root of ruthlessness, he completely lost all possibilities.

He thought he had suppressed the pain, but was torn apart mercilessly, his throat was sore, his face was pale, and he didn't know how to respond.

This look hit Luo Qingyan's arms. He rubbed the bandage on his arm intentionally or unintentionally, and raised the corner of his mouth: "It seems that the spiritual power of the demon concubine is more attractive. In the past, when the demon king sucked my blood, he could Calm and self-restraining, never leaving a big wound, I didn't expect that this time I almost killed you... tsk tsk tsk."

"Does Qingyan need to intercede with the Demon Lord?"

He pursed his red lips and blinked innocently, "It's true that His Majesty loves ice and snow spiritual power, but you can't treat your body like this..."

"Where is the devil? I have something important to tell him."

Lin Yebei frowned, unwilling to entangle with Luo Qingyan any longer.

Although what the other party said seemed to be his own words, he instinctively felt awkward and uncomfortable, as if an unknown fire was burning in his chest, burning his internal organs with pain.

"But His Majesty the Demon Monarch ordered that no one should disturb him during his retreat," Luo Qingyan covered her lips and smiled, "Could it be that the Demon Concubine will be No. 1 in this decree?"

When he spoke, he tilted his head deliberately, and the golden hairpin that tied his hair was exposed like a snowy silver thread slipped to one side.

Lin Yebei's pupils shrank suddenly, and his voice trembled: "This is... Mingsha? Why are you here?"

Despite losing his spiritual power, Mingsha, who is the magic weapon of his life, still has a strong connection with him.

The fingers hidden in the sleeves were curled up, and it took a lot of effort for him to resist the urge to remove them from Luo Qingyan's bun.

"The concubine Mo recognizes this hairpin?"

Luo Qingyan's eyes widened in surprise, "This is a gift from His Majesty to Qingyan."

Lin Yebei's fingers trembled. Fu Hanzhang knew the importance of Mingsha. He took away his own cultivation and gave it to others nonchalantly. Do you want to let your dignity be swept away?

There was a dull pain in his chest and a salty smell in his throat. He frowned and held back, and stretched out his hand to Luo Qingyan:

"I don't know why the devil gave you Mingsha as a gift, but it is my natal magic weapon, and you are also a monk, so you must understand what it means to me."

"The concubine Mo wants to return my hairpin?"

Luo Qingyan bit the last four words very hard, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, "There is a spiritual connection between the monk and the talisman. If it is really your talisman, you might as well prove it to me."

The lines between Lin Yebei's eyebrows were deeper, and a bright color appeared on the corners of his lips.

It is impossible for him to summon Mingsha, who has lost all his cultivation, I am afraid that Luo Qingyan knows this well, and he said this to deliberately laugh at himself.

He stared straight at the hairpin, but he couldn't mobilize any spiritual power in his dry meridians.

A lot of emotions arose in his chest in an instant, pain, anxiety, anger, and the upper dantian, which was faintly cold, suddenly boiled without warning.

The surging ice and snow spiritual power spread out from his whole body, and rushed towards Luo Qingyan in an instant.

"Ayan, be careful!"

Qin Yucang was about to protect him behind him, his palms were like lightning, and he attacked Lin Yebei without hesitation.

He thought to himself that since this person was an enemy that the Demon Lord hated so much in his previous life, it would be considered a meritorious service to die under his hands.As a result, [-]% of the strength was used for this blow, and monks below the Nascent Soul Stage could not resist at all.

At the same time, Luo Qingyan screamed.

The bright sand in his hair suddenly erupted with brilliant golden light blades, cutting off large pieces of his silver hair, even cutting the flesh of the back of his neck, and then turned into a stream of light, returning to Lin Yebei's palm.

Lin Yebei clenched his teeth, and he was also enduring great pain at the moment.

Qin Yucang's attack was like a spark, leading the disordered chill in his chest to a complete explosion.

The dry meridian was instantly filled with the extremely cold spiritual power, and the severe pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Even though the vortex of spiritual power smashed the attack in an instant, he was in the center of the vortex, but he was in pain.

Who will... who will save him?

A layer of frost quickly covered his limbs, and even his eyelashes were stained with eye-catching white. Lin Yebei couldn't hold on anymore, and fell backwards.

The moment before he fell into a coma, he vaguely saw a full moon in the dark sky, as red as blood.

It's full moon again.

The author has something to say: Fu Hanzhang: I just closed my eyes, and I went to bully Master when I heard about the white lotus?

Xiaobei: You actually gave our token of love to someone else, you scumbag!

Well, I made Master's cold syndrome again. Is the scale of the crematorium likely to be bigger?

See you at 0 o'clock tonight~ Everyone give me a favorite comment TAT I am too difficult