Mr. Jiang is not driving today

The cicada slave's blood rushed to the top of his forehead for a while, his ribs were like burning, his white lips were bitten with lines of lip lines, and he sternly shouted: "Get out!"

The leader squeezed out a lascivious smile, ignored the cicada slave's warning at all, raised his fingers filled with dirty and devilish energy, stroked his lips, and walked down his beautiful lips, fingertips passing by The chin slowly slid across his moving throat, and finally stopped at the top of his neckline.

Moxiu smiled and said: "Although we are not good at masculinity, God is in front of us today, we have to let God enjoy the fun of this mortal world."

As soon as the words fell, the fingernails on Channu's chest swelled to the length of a small knife, connected with flesh and blood, and cut through Channu's collar.

Clothes were torn, flesh was torn, but with the sound of chi chi, the demon cultivator's movements suddenly froze.

The fingernail like a knife stayed on the pistil on the left chest of the Channu, and could not move down any more.

The cicada slave locked his throat tightly with his eyes.

... just by looking.

The leader withdrew his hand, and alternately held his throat with sharp fingers full of sharp blades. After taking a few steps back, he fell to the ground, gurgling like phlegm in his trachea, as if a rattlesnake was biting inside.

Seeing that the cicada slave was seriously injured and unable to advance an inch, dozens of demon cultivators were eager to move, wanting to taste the pleasure of blasphemy. The man stumbled from left to right with a distorted face in extreme pain. A pair of sharp claws scratched in the air, grabbing his throat hard and bloody.

After a while, only a muffled sound came from the neck of the leader Moxiu.

He froze all over, and immediately collapsed limply. A spear about two feet long and made of his flesh and blood pierced through his throat, nailing him to the ground.

The changes came too fast. These demon cultivators who were carefully selected to deal with the double gods thought that after experiencing the heavy damage of the Sakyamuni circle, it would be easy to take them down. I never thought that the cicada slave would not move at all. He didn't even move, so he killed the person whose cultivation base had entered the empty and dark stage among them.

The severe pain made Channu's thoughts blurred, but he knew that it was far from the time to relax, so he tried hard to raise the corners of his lips, and his pupils were filled with a captivating sarcasm: "Come on, who wants to come?"

As soon as the words were finished, the two demon cultivators who were closest to him and wanted to hold his arms suddenly burst into a cloud of blood, and fell down without making a sound.

…their hearts exploded in their chests.

At this moment, all the demon cultivators scattered their souls, and all fled in anticipation.The three or two people who fled in the front, heard the continuous vomiting of blood and the sound of flesh bursting from behind, they didn't dare to neglect, Yufeng rode the sword, and escaped in an instant.

There are more than 100 demon cultivators guarding the outside, all of them came to support them just in case. Seeing their own wolves rushing out of the deep valley like a bereaved dog, before they recovered, they immediately His throat was instantly slit by a wave of Lingbo golden rings.

Those who died, those who fled, came to encircle and suppress the demon cultivator elite of the Two Gods, out of a hundred people, only five or six survived, and ran desperately towards the south.

Exhausted, the cicada slave fell to the ground with his head up, the sequelae of massive blood loss and excessive mobilization of spiritual power broke out in an instant, and a fishy sweetness rushed to his throat.

The protruding Adam's apple slid up and down slightly, and finally swallowed hard.

After barely swallowing a mouthful of blood, the cicada slave's mind became clearer. He didn't know where the strength came from, and when he turned over, he got half of his body up.

The cut bloody arm felt as if it was going to explode when it hit the ground, and the cicada nun lay stiff on the ground for a long time before gathering enough breath to stand up with the support of his barely intact right knee.

Dragging a useless leg, he staggered to find a rock wall, leaned against it and felt dizzy for a long time. The cicada slave finally managed to get over the nausea, and looked back at the people who had been swept away by his divine power. glen.

... A scenic spot in Taoyuan has been ruined like this.

The cicada slave turned her head back, slightly clenched her palms on the rock wall, and walked forward.

His blood dripped among the grass, leaves, flowers and trees, like a good medicine for resurrection, where the blood splashed, the vegetation was reborn, and the fragrance of flowers overflowed.

Anu didn't remember how he got back to the town at all, he only knew that when he entered the town, it was already dusk.Afraid of scaring others, he mobilized the little power he had left to suppress the blood and blood on his body, so in the eyes of outsiders, he was just an ordinary drunk young man.

He had never tasted such a long-term injury. The whole body hurt more and more, so he had to stop and walk. Seeing that the night was engulfing him little by little, and there were fewer and fewer passers-by around him, Anu was terrified. Tight, as if a big hand was circling and rubbing his internal organs, squeezing all the internal organs tightly, forcing out all the air and blood inside.

Finally, he was so frightened that his legs became limp and he couldn't walk anymore, so he simply crumpled himself up like garbage and curled up on the corner of the street.

He was shivering with pain, cold and afraid.

Qingguan...

come pick me up home...

I don’t know how long I huddled at the corner of the street, but my body was getting colder and colder. When Anu thought he would freeze on the side of the street like this, one hand firmly dragged his forearm and pulled him up. His voice was full of Anger: "...Get up!"

The pulling of the forearm affected the upper arm, and the corner of Channu's mouth twitched in pain, and he shook off his hand.

As everyone knows, this kind of resistance made Qingguan even more angry.

——Do you know that he is going crazy looking for someone!

Seeing that it was getting dark and people hadn't come back yet, Qingguan couldn't care less about getting angry.

He knew how afraid his cat was of the dark. He couldn't even walk in the dark. What if he couldn't find the door?

He searched all the possible places Anu might go in the town, but he still couldn't find him. Qingguan was ready to leave the town, but he accidentally picked up Anu who was in a group here.

As soon as his heart was relieved, anger came to his head, Qingguan grabbed Anu's hand, stared at him, and sternly reprimanded: "Where did you go? How did you make it like this?"

Anu's tricks of blindness can deceive common people, immortals, demons, and demons, but they can't hide from the eyes of gods.It's just that Qingguan never imagined that most of these mottled tears and blood on his body did not come from others.

The cicada slave was dizzy from the pain, but she still twitched the corners of her lips vigorously, and answered irrelevantly: "...a gift."

As he raised his hand, a small blue flower stained with blood appeared in his palm.

At this time, he still had the heart to show a bright smile to Qingguan: "...Qingguan, I picked a lot, but unfortunately they all fell away...Birthday is auspicious."

Qingguan finally found out that something was wrong.

His Anu's whole body was very weak, and he couldn't stand on the wobble. He wrapped his arms around his slender waist, but felt the wet warmth in his hands.

Being hugged like this, Anu immediately let out his breath and fell into his arms.

Qingguan's expression froze, and the strong smell of blood coming from his nostrils made him realize that something bad must have happened: "What's wrong? Anu? Anu?!"

The cicada slave wanted to answer, but at this moment, a mouthful of heat came up from his chest. He couldn't help it anymore, and spit out a mouthful of blood on Qingguan's shoulder.

Under the astonished eyes of the official, his waist weakened and his head was thrown back. The blood gurgling from the corner of his mouth trickled down to the back of his ears, which wetted a handful of hair, and the tips of his hair dripped drippingly. A choking fishy liquid dripped down.

He heard the heart-piercing call of the official, felt the warm liquid hitting his cheek, and felt himself being hugged horizontally...

At the moment of changing positions, he completely lost consciousness.

……

Once this incident happened, the town where the two lived was unbearable.

In heaven and on earth, no medicine anywhere can heal the wounds of the gods. Only God himself can heal himself.For Qingguan, the most urgent task is to find a fairyland with immortal aura for Anu to rest and recover.

This place belongs to the Yuhang area. As far as Qingguan knows, there is an immortal sect that practices music. There are many people who have attained the Tao, and its development is flourishing. It is not the same as the surrounding small immortal sects.

The young master of the palace family in Wuxian Mountain was flattered to see Qingguan bring the unconscious cicada slave up the mountain.The Patriarch of the palace not only gave up the palace where he lived to the servant of the cicada, but also collected elixir everywhere, and sent it in and out between the palaces without interruption, caring and serving him carefully, for fear of being inconsiderate in the slightest.

Qingguan will not care about these, just thank you politely.

... As gods, they deserve this kind of treatment.

He can't control the hospitality of the Patriarch of the Palace, he just stays by his own Anu's side wholeheartedly.

He was seriously injured, and Anu hadn't woken up since he fainted that day.

God knows how hatred Qingguan felt in his heart when he carefully opened Anu's clothes and saw the messy skin and flesh inside.

And when he read Anu's memory, he knew that Anu was almost desecrated in the valley, and his heart became even more ruthless.

...... magic way.

Demon!

Since Anu hadn't woken up yet, he had to stay by his side and never leave.Therefore, he ordered the Patriarch of the Palace to send someone to capture the escaped demons, he is useful.

Patriarch Gong responded respectfully with a gentle smile on his face. When he stepped out of the palace gate and entered the Fengzu Hall, he still did not lose his mask-like standard and warm smile.

His son finished the tasks he entrusted and waited in the Fengzu Hall early.

The boy who is only 11 years old already has the demeanor of a gentleman, standing with his hands behind his back, he looks like a crane bone fairy, which made the palace master smile even more, and asked softly, "Can those demons be recruited?"

The young Patriarch shook his head: "They must know something, but they seem to have a will to die, and they would rather die than confess who is behind it."

... Not only the official, but even the Patriarch of the palace never thought that there would be such a coincidence.

A few hours before Qingguan sent the cicada slave, there was a flowing demonic road passing Wuxian Mountain, and happened to meet a group of Gong's disciples patrolling.

Although the number of these demon cultivators is small, their cultivation level is extremely high. What strange skills, if the Patriarch Gong hadn't received the distress signal and came down the mountain to help, the entire army of Gong's disciples would have been wiped out at the foot of Wuxian Mountain.

Patriarch Gong killed two demon cultivators, captured three alive, took them up the mountain to torture them, and found a copy of "Sakyamuni Circle" on them.

Now, this Sakyamuni array is in the hands of the young Patriarch.

Patriarch Gong looked at the young man with a smile: "Yichong, tell me, what can you see from this Sakyamuni array?"

The young man named Gong Yichong opened the volume, reviewed it again, and affirmed: "This is a rubbing copy. Mo Dao has a deep hatred with the two gods of the cicada and Qingguan, and I don't know where it came from." Such treasures want to suppress them, but they don't want to..."

Patriarch Gong interrupted Gong Yichong's words abruptly: "Yichong, do you know who owns this Sakyamuni array?"

Gong Yichong frowned slightly: "According to my child's knowledge, the Sakyamuni circle was originally kept in the upper realm. It must be that the devil wants to steal this circle, so..."

Having said this, Gong Yichong suddenly shut up.

...he thought of a possibility.

Patriarch Gong glanced at Gong Yichong approvingly: "Children can be taught, you can learn it at once." He took the scroll in Gong Yichong's hand, slapped his palms slowly, and said with a smile, "This thing is made by rubbing. If the magic way came by stealing it on its own, it would be fine. What if it came from somewhere..."

The words came to an abrupt end here, although they didn't make it clear, but the father and son already knew it well.

——The two gods are so powerful in the world. As time goes by, the world only knows that there are officials and slaves, and they don't know the majesty of the fairy world.

...I'm afraid that the upper world has some other thoughts about these two gods who only exist in the world.

Patriarch Gong smiled brightly: "We can't figure out what Shangyi wants. It's better to hide this thing in the Book Pavilion. As for the fate of the two gods..."

...but let fate be.