My master can't be so gentle

Zuo Yao used a sword move that would hurt both sides, but he concluded that Wen Xihua would never take this move forcefully.

But just because he knows it, doesn't mean others know it too.

Before he could get close to Wen Xihua's [-] meters away, he was hugged by a man in black rushing out from the side.

"Don't die?" The man sternly yelled, Zuo Yao was taken aback by the familiar and worried tone, and subconsciously withdrew his protective energy from his body, so as not to hurt the man.

The visitor's eyes were still full of anger, God knows that his heart almost stopped beating when he saw Zuo Yao's sword technique to kill the enemy with one move, okay?

After being stunned for a moment by the yelling, Zuo Yao looked up expressionlessly at the person who stopped him.

The person who came was about half a head taller than him, with a black mask on his face that could isolate spiritual power from prying eyes, covering his brows, eyes and handsome nose. The eyes behind the mask were sharp and dark, like the darkness deposited in the deepest part of the night.

"Your Excellency?" Sensing that the person coming was not malicious to him, Zuo Yao asked lightly.

This person felt a little familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him for a while.

Maybe it's a fellow cultivator who met once before, right?

The man in black paused, hesitated for a moment, and then said hesitantly: "My servant..."

He glanced guiltily at the night sky, coughed dryly and said, "Ye Lan is just a casual cultivator wandering the lower realms."

Zuo Yao casually glanced at the person who came. Since this person is unwilling to tell him his real name and identity, he doesn't have to force him.

"You humble little ant, how dare you use my real name?" In Ye Lan's mind, Beng Beng jumped with anger.

As the Phoenix family, he naturally has his own name, but he has never told Shi Lingguang.

However, a quarter of an hour ago, in order to lend his phoenix power to Shi Lingguang, he used a secret technique to replace the spirit, but Shi Lingguang accidentally peeped into his memory at the moment when his mind was relaxed.

Of course, Shi Lingguang also knew that his real name was Ye Lan.

Hearing Ye Lan's protest, Shi Lingguang didn't care too much: "It's just borrowing your name, why are you so stingy?"

Ye Lan was almost pissed off, this little ant wanted to borrow both her phoenix power and her own name, and even hated herself for being stingy after it was over.

Others are crossing the river and demolishing the bridge, but this guy started demolishing the bridge before crossing the river?

"Then, Your Excellency Ye Lan, can you please let go of your hand?" Zuo Yao lowered his head and glanced at the other party's arm that was still on his waist.

The other party's cultivation base was higher than Zuo Yao's, and his arms were even more slender and powerful. They were almost unshakable around his waist like iron arms.

"Ah? Oh oh oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Shi Lingguang immediately let go of Zuo Yao's slender waist as if his hand was burned by fire, but the slender and flexible touch still stayed in the palm of his hand, which made him feel a little unsatisfied. .

"The cultivation base of that demon cultivator should be above the period of demon catastrophe, fellow daoist, be careful." Zuo Yao only thought that Ye Lan was a righteous man who saw injustice and didn't want to leave his real name, so he opened his mouth to remind.

Although Wen Xihua is a fake god, he is not easy to deal with.

But if Wen Xihua's mask can be exposed here, and the scene where people get all the stolen goods, no matter how eloquent Wen Xihua can speak, he can't say that black is white.

Zuo Yao was very moved by the opportunity to expose Wen Xihua's identity as a demon cultivator, but he knew in his heart that capturing Wen Xihua alive here was no less difficult than killing him directly.

Even if Ye Lan is at the middle stage of Yuan Ying, the two of them teamed up with Zuo Yao and they don't have the confidence to keep Wen Xihua.

but......

Zuo Yao also had no intention of keeping Wen Xihua and Xue Ji behind with his own strength.

He raised his head and glanced at the full moon sinking in the west, then shifted his gaze to Wen Xihua and Xue Ji, and finally, his gaze fell on Mr. Fufeng who had been unconscious all this time.

What they can't do, of course someone can.

Wen Xihua also realized this, so he didn't waste any more time, and grabbed Master Fufeng Lingkong into his palm with a wave of his hand, and turned around to remind Xue Ji and the others: "He is deliberately delaying time, and wants to delay until Taoist Qingdeng arrives."

Hearing this, Xiyu was not very worried.

Seeing Xue Ji's respectful attitude towards the mysterious demon cultivator in front of her, she also replied cautiously: "Senior, don't worry, the two of us sisters have already found out clearly when we were in Shenji Palace, and the old Taoist Qingdeng is currently practicing in seclusion. , I don’t know anything about the outside world. When he leaves the customs, we have all returned to the Western Demon Realm.”

Wen Xihua is still very vigilant: "The matter is of great importance, we cannot ignore it, we must withdraw first!"

Before the words fell, Zuo Yao's Suzaku sword stabbed head-on again, this move was unavoidable, Wen Xihua carried Mr. Fufeng in one hand, and dealt with Zuo Yao's attack with the other, but he didn't find it difficult.

Seeing this scene, Shi Lingguang suddenly froze in place.

If he didn't get it wrong, the aura surging from the demon cultivator opposite...

He was startled, and double-checked carefully, absolutely right!How could he forget his unforgettable enemy in the last life?

The aura of that demon cultivator was exactly the same as Zuo Yao's aura after he became a demon cultivator!

However, Zuo Yao was clearly by his side, so who was that demon cultivator opposite?

How could two people have the same aura?Absolutely impossible!

Shi Lingguang was still in shock and couldn't get back to his senses, he saw Zuo Yao was already wrestling with the devil on the opposite side.

The demon cultivator didn't know why, but he didn't try his best to deal with it, and he fought Zuo Yao on an equal footing for a while.

"Senior, why don't you help me?" Xu Ziqing, who was standing far away from the shore, yelled anxiously when he saw that the man in black with unknown origin was still standing there in a daze.

When Shi Lingguang came back to his senses, he immediately went up to help with the low-grade spirit sword he had snatched from an unknown low-level monk.

The moment the spiritual power containing the power of the phoenix was poured into the spirit sword, the impurities in the spirit sword were instantly evaporated, and the body of the sword was also one-fifth smaller than before.

Shi Lingguang came later, the body of the Spirit Sword in his hand was covered with hot purple flames, forming an encircling trend with the Suzaku Sword in Zuo Yao's hand from left to right, trapping Wen Xihua in the center.

He didn't dare to take Zuo Yao's mysterious ice sword, and he didn't dare to touch the black-clothed man's strange fire sword. For a while, Wen Xihua, whose cultivation was more than twice as high as the two of them, was forced to be a little overwhelmed.

Xue Ji also saw some tricks at the moment. For some reason, Senior Hua had suppressed his own strength and never tried his best. Otherwise, how could he be forced to this point by two monks in the Nascent Soul Stage with his cultivation base in the Demon Tribulation Stage? ?

"Senior, if we don't solve these two people, I'm afraid we won't be able to leave." As a last resort, she could only fly forward, intending to help Wen Xihua relieve some of the pressure.

But before she arrived, another person stopped in front of her.

Xu Ziqing picked another spirit sword from his storage bracelet and held it in his palm, looked at Xue Ji coldly: "Your opponent is me."

Before Xue Ji could respond, Xu Ziqing had already raised her sword to meet her. She had to use her own two swords to parry, and for a while, she was inseparable.

On the other side, the more Shi Lingguang practiced tricks with that demon, the more frightened he became. He was very familiar with every move and style used by this demon, and it was clearly the demon skills practiced by Zuo Yao in his previous life!

He has seen it with his own eyes, and has even been injured by the other party with these magic skills, so he will never admit his mistake.

What is going on in all this?

After having the foresight to use his sword to cut off the poisonous snake that the opponent had transformed with magic energy, Shi Lingguang couldn't bear it anymore, and asked sharply, "Who are you?"

When Wen Xihua and Shi Lingguang fought each other, he also had some doubts. His magic skills came from the demon world, and it was a secret of a certain demon ancestor. Why did this mysterious young man seem to have seen his moves before? , Can you find a flaw every time you can't avoid it?

Hearing the person asking about his identity, although Wen Xihua didn't understand why the other person asked such a question, he also guessed that it probably had something to do with the magic skill he used.

He remained silent, and didn't intend to fight with the two of them anymore, so he forcibly used his demon energy to shake them away, took the opportunity to capture Mr. Fufeng, and planned to escape into the teleportation array in the middle of the lake, even fighting with Xu Ziqing next to him Xue Ji couldn't care less about it.

Seeing that Wen Xihua wanted to escape alone, and that the teleportation array was about to close slowly, Xue Ji panicked, and rushed up to leave with Wen Xihua.

"Where is the monster, dare to touch my son Fufeng?"

Suddenly, a thunderous sound came from the sky.

Wen Xihua's complexion changed, and he immediately urged the teleportation formation to leave, but found that the teleportation formation had been forcibly sealed by a mighty spiritual force. If he insisted on activating the formation, the only end would be destruction of the formation.

Zuo Yao and Shi Lingguang felt relieved when they heard the roar, it seemed that Taoist Qingdeng had arrived.

He pulled Shi Lingguang back a few feet, and saw an old Taoist priest wearing a blue-gray robe and white beard and hair stepping on a huge blue lotus lantern.But in the blink of an eye, it has already covered a distance of more than ten miles and landed opposite Wen Xihua and Xue Ji.

Wen Xihua panicked in his heart, is this the true strength of the supernatural power?

He glanced at Taoist Qingdeng with some jealousy. He failed to cross the tribulation twice, and it is impossible to break through the stage of transformation in this life, unless...

Thinking of this, his eyes became gloomy. Seeing Taoist Qingdeng landed on the opposite side, the Qingdeng, which was originally a meter in size, shrank to the size of a palm, and the white flame in the center was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.

"It seems that Daoist Qingdeng really values ​​Mr. Fufeng very much." Wen Xihua sneered, and then slapped Mr. Fufeng's big acupoint on his back heavily, waking him up from his coma.

Mr. Fufeng realized something was wrong when he woke up from the hallucination. The father on the opposite side looked at him with a livid face, and he seemed to be controlled by others. What made him panic was that he could not feel the existence of the spiritual energy in his body. The Nascent Soul that had broken through the elixir and turned into an infant disappeared, and was replaced by a dull golden elixir.

He looked at Taoist Qingdeng in horror, and shouted in a panic: "Father, save me, save me quickly! My Nascent Soul...my Nascent Soul...."

Who is Taoist Qingdeng?

He could tell at a glance that most of the aura in Master Fufeng's body had been sucked away, and his cultivation at the Nascent Soul stage had even dropped to the mid-Gold Core stage!

This discovery almost made him faint from anger, and the eyes he looked at Wen Xihua and the three female demon cultivators behind him became more and more resentful.

"What exactly are you asking for when you hold my son hostage?" Taoist Qingdeng was stronger than everyone present, but because of Mr. Fufeng, he had to swallow his anger and be controlled by others.

Wen Xihua chuckled lightly: "Prince Dao calm down, our purpose is simple to say, I just hope that Priest Dao can exchange the green lantern in your palm for your son's life. Is this deal worthwhile?"

Hearing this, Taoist Qingdeng opened his eyes angrily, pointed at Wen Xihua with trembling fingers, but couldn't say a word.

The green lantern in his palm is not an ordinary spiritual weapon in the cultivation world, but a genuine fairy weapon handed down from the heavens!

Zuo Yao and Shi Lingguang at the side were both stunned.

In their previous lives, they vaguely remembered such an incident.

Taoist Qingdeng, the lord of Jiuyou City, had to hand over his natal magic weapon to a group of demon cultivators for the sake of his son's life. Later, the demon cultivator who found the nine immortal artifacts used these nine immortal artifacts to break through the demon world and the human world. The passage between them attracts the invasion of all demons.

If Shi Lingguang hadn't pulled Wen Xihua, who was in charge of the formation, to blew himself up at the end, I'm afraid the human world would have become a demon realm full of corpses.

But what made Shi Lingguang even more shocked and disturbed was that at the beginning, he thought that Zuo Yao was the one who seized the celestial artifact and slaughtered his comrades, so he was always wary and hated him when he was reborn.

But what if this Zuo Yao is not that Zuo Yao?

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, secretly glanced at Zuo Yao's side face beside him, and didn't dare to think about it.

The author has something to say: I wish all readers, little angels, a happy Dragon Boat Festival (?▽?), and eat more zongzi.