My protagonist has become a demon

The three of Gu Heng and the others left the Qingyuan Sect's realm, Gu Heng's complexion was still not good, the hostility was still in his body, and there was a strong murderous intent in his red eyes.

He stopped in his tracks, turned around and said to Xiaoyuan and Yuling, "You guys go, follow the plan, and don't forget what I said."

Gu Heng took a serious look at Yu Ling.

Yu Ling gritted her teeth and lowered her head in silence, of course she knew what Gu Heng was talking about.

Since ancient times, cultivating immortals and cultivating demons have been incompatible. Immortal cultivators look down on demonic cultivators, and demon cultivators hate the pious and self-righteous face of the cultivating world.

Before the departure this time, Yu Ling originally thought that she could let go of her fists and kill him to her heart's content, but she didn't expect that when she was approaching Qingyuanzong, the lord suddenly announced that no matter how badly they were injured, they were not allowed to be fatal. Whoever kills a person will pay with his own life.

Yu Ling was promoted all the way up by the old lord, and she is also a senior figure in the demon clan. It was the first time she heard that killing people is not allowed in the battle with the world of cultivating immortals.

She also guessed who the Lord made this decision because of, so she was not happy on the spot, and she endured it with an expression of resentment after being warned by Gu Heng with a sullen face and then pulled back by Xiao Yuan who was standing beside her.

She blamed all of this on Shen Shuwei.

It's all because of this person, the majestic lord of the demon world, who is afraid to even kill a person in the world of cultivating immortals. It would be a joke if it was spread.

There is no distinction between good and evil among the demons, they can do whatever they want, and they can kill as much as they want. In order to show their justice, those cultivators often hold demon cultivator conferences and kill many demons.

Counting from the previous generation of Demon Lords, which one didn't bring them back to kill fiercely, but it happened to be in Gu Heng's hands. For Shen Shuwei, it seems to have become a soft-hearted person, which is simply a joke.

After Gu Heng explained, he turned around and was about to leave. Yu Ling originally thought that he was eager to go back to the Demon Realm to find that person, but she didn't want to see that the direction he was going was not going to the Demon Realm, so she couldn't help asking eagerly: "My lord, what are you doing?" Where are you going? Have your subordinates follow you!"

Gu Heng turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly, without saying a word, and disappeared from sight after a while.

The temperatureless light from the blood-red eyes fell on Yu Ling's body, freezing her in place, her whole body was icy cold, and it took a long time to break free from that terrible feeling.

She knew that the Lord was already dissatisfied with her, and what she just said didn't cross the line. As a subordinate, there was nothing wrong with wanting to share things for the Lord.

Gu Heng's glance was just to warn her that she should not target Shen Shuwei since Xueyin Mountain or even earlier.

Yu Ling stood there without saying a word, but the expression of unwillingness was very obvious on her face.

Xiaoyuan sighed heavily, and as Yu Ling's partner for many years, he gave her a reminder, "My lord...Although he doesn't get angry easily, he looks much gentler than the old lord, but I always feel that he is more gentle than the old lord." It's even more frightening, you and I know what his bottom line is, don't try to touch it, or I won't be able to protect you."

That's all Xiao Yuan said, if it wasn't for the fact that he and Yu Ling have been working together in Mozun for so many years, he wouldn't talk too much. As for whether she listened to it or not, it was up to her.

The sect's family who participated in the swearing-in meeting at Qingyuanzong thought that Mozun's attack in person was revenge for them, but they didn't want their own sect to have better surprises waiting for them.

Many aristocratic families brought most of their own disciples with strong abilities and high cultivation to Qingyuanzong, and planned to attack the Demon Lord in one fell swoop after participating in the swearing-in meeting, so those who stayed behind in the sect were those with low spiritual power Little disciple.

No one expected that the Mozun personally came to disrupt the situation at the swearing-in meeting, and secretly sent the demon generals to lead the demon army to directly attack their lair. Those disciples who stayed behind had no strength to fight back and were all seriously injured. The array was destroyed, and the secret books and magic weapons were looted.

In addition to no casualties, all the sect's aristocratic families have been seriously injured, and I'm afraid they won't have the strength to jump again for decades. This move is really vicious.

When those Patriarchs who participated in the swearing-in meeting dragged their seriously injured bodies back, what greeted them was a mess in front of them. Many of them who had poor mental endurance were vomiting blood vigorously, causing their internal injuries to aggravate.

What happened to those aristocratic families soon spread to Qingyuanzong. The people of Qingyuanzong were uneasy all afternoon, and sent disciples to patrol around and strengthen defenses. As a result, there was no movement after dark.

The head of the Qingyuan Sect heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that their sect had escaped a catastrophe, and today he was more frightened than usual for many years, so he finally went back to his room to rest with peace of mind.

The disciples of Qingyuan Sect who had been vigilant all afternoon were tense and tired, so they relaxed their minds.

Unexpectedly, in the early morning when they were most relaxed, Xiaoyuan and Yuling personally led the army to fight back, and Qing Yuanzong became the one who suffered the most losses.

There are so many sect families, only Xianlingzong is intact.

Not only did the people who participated in the swearing-in meeting returned to the sect safely, but no demon race invaded Xianlingzong.

Those sects who have suffered heavy losses dare not speak out, and they can only hold back their complaints. They used to have the backing of Qingyuanzong, and they were able to jump around for a while. With his own strength, Demon Venerable Gu Heng's attitude towards them couldn't be too obvious, how could they dare to say anything more.

Jun Yao went back and told Song Yuzhi one by one about the dramas he watched today. After hearing this, Song Yuzhi's face was complicated, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, as if he had a hint of complacency, but then pressed down again, watching Jun Yao hesitate to speak.

Jun Yao naturally knew what his senior brother wanted to ask, sighed and shook his head, "I haven't seen Xiao Shu, it seems that I'm probably locked in the Demon Realm now."

"When I saw Gu Heng today, I felt something was wrong with him, as if he couldn't control himself, his pupils turned red."

Song Yuzhi's face became more sad when he heard the words, "There are rumors that the Demon Lord of the Demon Race is actually a descendant of the ancient Demon Dragon, with the blood of the Demon Dragon on his body. The blood in Zun's body will slowly erode their sanity, making them manic and bloodthirsty, and in the end they all end up self-destructing."

"I'm afraid he will lose control of himself and hurt Xiaoshu."

Jun Yao dragged his chin with his hands, looking at the void in thought.

He thought that Gu Heng might be an exception, as long as Shen Shuwei was around, Gu Heng would not lose control so easily.

How much Gu Heng cared about others talking about his mother, today he saw with his own eyes how much Gu Heng wanted to pinch the neck of the old man who owed him, but held back at the last moment.

Except for Shen Shuwei, he couldn't think of anyone else who could make him stop.

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Wuyue Ridge is a very special place in Xuantian Continent. It is located at the junction of the demon world and the world of cultivating immortals. As the name suggests, Wuyue Ridge is shrouded in thick fog all year round. There are tall trees on Wuyue Ridge with luxuriant branches and leaves. , the sunlight can't get in at all, so the whole Wuyue Ridge is covered in fog.

Its most special feature is not in the fog, but in its geographical location. Because it is at the junction of immortals and demons, it has become a three-way zone, so it has become the best place for those vicious people to stay.

Those who committed bloody crimes outside and everyone got to punish them got along in Wuyue Ridge in peace, and did not interfere with each other's water.

On this day, the strange peace of Wuyue Ridge was finally broken when a man in black robe and red eyes suddenly broke in.

At first they didn't care, they just thought that another of the same kind came in, and the people who were used to it didn't even give this newcomer a straight look.

But in the next second, the man in black robe started to attack without saying a word, as if he was crazy, and he made fierce and fatal moves.

Although the many villains who took Wuyue Ridge as their shelter did not say a word to each other, they tacitly joined hands today to deal with this intruder.

The people on Wuyue Ridge are not idle people, and everyone's name is said to be frightening. It is not easy to join hands to deal with this man in black.

Gu Heng originally wanted to settle the matter of Qing Yuanzong and went back to find Shen Shuwei. He hadn't seen him for so many days and missed him very much.

But at the moment when he wanted to go back to the Demon Realm, he abruptly stopped his footsteps and flew in another direction.

Maybe his bloodthirsty desire was aroused in the arena of the Qingyuan Ancestral School, and he couldn't help wanting to kill people, wanting to crush the still beating heart fiercely with his own hands.

He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and hurt his little uncle, so he exhausted his last wits and drove himself to Wuyue Ridge.

Gu Heng's eyes were red, and the strong devilish energy in his body slammed into it like it was out of control. He pinched a person's neck with a snap, and threw it on the ground in distaste. The blood spattered to the corner of his mouth, flew up again, and stomped hard on a man's celestial cap, trampling that man so hard that his knees sank into the soil.

There are many people on Wuyue Ridge, each of them has means and their cultivation base is not low, and they are united to deal with him. Although Gu Heng killed a lot, he was also injured. To the bone, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, turned around and kicked the man's dantian.

I don't know how long it will take for the massacre at Wuyue Ridge to stop. The corpses lying on the ground all smell bloody, and the thick mist is slightly red, as if it has been infected by thick blood.

In the small courtyard of the Demon Realm, Shen Shuwei, who was sleeping soundly, seemed to be dreaming of something terrible, his brows were furrowed fiercely, his whole body was covered in cold sweat, his jet-black hair was wet with cold sweat, sticking sticky to the back of his neck, curled up in discomfort body, holding his chest tightly.

After a while, he opened his eyes suddenly, sat up and leaned on the bed panting heavily, and lit the candle in the room with his weak spiritual power.

The dim candle light illuminated the small room, and the warm light shone on the person sitting on the bed. The slightly thin body was covered with cold sweat, and the coat was tightly attached to the body, which was actually uncomfortable. It was wet and wet. It's cold, but he obviously doesn't care about it.

Shen Shu slightly raised one hand to cover his eyes, wiped the sweat from his eyes, and then slowly let them go. His eyes looked a little helpless and fragile in the candlelight.

He was flustered and flustered, he hadn't seen Gu Heng for more than half a month, and he always felt that something was going to happen, but he hated the slow recovery of his spiritual power.

[The author has something to say: Good evening~

Forgive me for not having a double update today. I was too busy a year ago, but there shouldn’t be much in this article. I’ll write more at home in the first month, bow~]