Everyday, the Demon Lord is Escaping His Marriage

The skeleton frame completely froze.

There was a dead silence, and a needle could be heard.

Suddenly, Hua Che chuckled: "Is it hard to believe? Judging people by their appearance is the most taboo in the world of cultivating immortals. I may not be real if I look like this."

The ghost cultivator was stunned, and it took him a long time to write with trembling skeleton hands: Seize the house?

Hua Che's smile deepened: "You are on the right path."

Guixiu suddenly realized.

Yes, it must be so!

How could a mere 16-year-old child have such a city?He has no fear in the face of ghost repairs, and even smiles casually, he is definitely not a vulgar person.

Sure enough, it is the appearance of a teenager, but the soul of an adult.

The ghost cultivator's heart is brightened. In this world, medical cultivators are the most precious and ghost cultivators are the most scarce. They are dark, unlucky, cruel, evil, bloody and disgusting, and the six worlds exclude them.In the ghost world, they kill each other in the dark, but there are only a handful of the same kind in the upper world.

Skeleton almost cried with joy, this kind of feeling that fellow villagers see tears in their eyes can be regarded as tasted.

Skull frame could not wait to have a long talk with Hua Che, expressing sorrows to each other, chatting for three days and three nights.

"To be honest, I was a disciple of the Shangqing Immortal Sect before I was alive." Hua Che looked out of the window in a daze, and smiled wryly by himself, "From the Shangqing Immortal Master that everyone envied, to the ghost cultivator that the Six Realms cannot tolerate."

The skeleton frame was stunned, and lowered its head.

Hua Che didn't seem to want to talk about his sad past anymore, looked at the skeleton frame and said, "What about you, what did you do when you were alive? Only monks can transform into ghost cultivators. Which fairy sect do you belong to?"

The skeleton rack clenched its fists.

"Just now that long-nosed Taoist priest said that he would take you to the Shangqing Immortal Gate for public execution. You are very scared." Hua Che's voice was very soft, as light as falling snow, "You killed Zuo Qi in that way, you hate him ?still……"

The skeleton frame quickly wrote: Shangqing Xianmen, I hate Shangqing Xianmen!

"What did Shangqing Xianmen do to you?" Hua Che said softly, and asked pretending to be puzzled, "Actually, you don't have to be so repulsive, after all, it is the first sect of immortality. If you have any grievances, just go Sue! Even if your enemy is a respected elder, at least there is a teacher in charge of them!"

Skeleton frame: Can't control it, can't control it at all.

"No, Shangqing Xianmen is not a place of lawlessness."

The skeleton rack gritted its teeth.

Hua Che's eyes darkened slightly: "How did you die?"

The skeleton didn't answer, it asked instead: You said you are a disciple of the Shangqing Immortal Sect, so whose sect are you?

Hua Che said coldly: "Teacher, Lu Mingfeng."

The skeleton frame was full of fear.

Hua Che looked at it deeply, with a sinister sneer on his lips: "I stumbled across his secret."

Even though the words were extremely cryptic, the skeleton understood, it sat up and moved forward: You were killed by him?

Hua Che neither admitted nor denied, but just looked down at the skeleton.

The skeleton figured it out, the other party had already explained enough, but he didn't get rid of it, which was meaningless.

It raised its finger and wrote black characters stroke by stroke in the air: An Yu.

Hua Che was stunned for a moment, he remembered this name, it was on the golden book of disciples in the Hall of Shangqing.

Lu Mingfeng's second disciple.

Hua Che paused, and asked seriously, "After you came out of the ghost world, have you ever killed anyone?"

Skeleton rack shook his head: Except for Zuo Qi, no one else has.

"Find a place to stay and don't run around. If you want to cultivate, go to the battlefield to absorb evil spirits, and don't kill people anymore. After all, you were a well-known and authentic fairy teacher in life." Hua Che laughed at himself after saying this.

How can I, a demon who kills people like a heartless, cruel, merciless demon, have the qualifications to educate others!

"Okay." Hua Che got up on his knees, and took out a pen and paper with a relaxed expression on his face, "I'll list all the things you committed, An Yu, you have a grudge against the Shangqing Immortal Sect, and you hate the Shangqing Headmaster. It’s deep into the bone, am I right in saying these four words?”

The skeleton was stunned, and a terrible thought popped up in its heart. It wrote with trembling hands: You, are you...

"What is it?" Hua Che's jade-colored eyes turned lightly, and a harmless smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Ghost cultivator? Duoshe? Brother, do you really believe it?"

Skeleton frame: "..."

I fuck you sir! ! !

The skeleton frame ignored the strangulation of the keel whip, and jumped up struggling to die with Hua Che.

At the same time, Chu Binghuan who was outside heard the strange movement, and broke in with his sword, only to be relieved when he saw that Hua Che was safe and sound.

The skeleton trembled violently, and a pair of black holes stared at Hua Che, wishing to tear him into pieces: Liar, liar!

"What's the situation?" Murong Sa and Lin Yan stared wide-eyed.

"I'm sorry, I lied to your feelings, but..." Hua Che apologized without emotion, and looked up at the emotional An Yu, "You resent Shangqing Xianmen because of personal matters, although you can go to your enemy To settle accounts, to kill someone like Zuo Qi who has nothing to do with him, how innocent is he? Is he wronged?"

Mentioning this, Hua Che became upset for a while.

Suddenly recalling the previous life, Lu Yao came here dripping with blood, holding corpses one after another, screaming heart-piercingly.

Hua Che's head hurts, so he ignores An Yu for now, pushes open the door of the firewood room and goes outside.

"What's going on?" Murong Sa rushed to ask.

Hua Che rubbed the center of his brows, and said, "In order to trick him, I called myself a ghost cultivator."

"Huh?" Wen Yuan was taken aback.

Hua Che said with nose and eyes: "I took this corpse away. As for me, I was originally a high-ranking disciple of the Shangqing Immortal Sect."

The long nose was full of disdain: "You can really talk nonsense."

Hua Che shrugged, sighed and said, "It's a pity, that guy doesn't get in, he didn't even come up with a name."

"Wait a minute!" Long Nose stopped rambling, and asked seriously, "First of all, why do you pretend to be a disciple of Shangqing Xianmen? Can't other sects do it? You have to be Shangqingxianmen to get the words out? Secondly, you can interrogate alone, why set up an enchantment around the periphery? What shameful things did you two say?"

Long Nose looked at Chu Binghuan, he found that the barrier was about to break in, and was stopped by Chu Binghuan.

Hua Che looked at the long nose like an idiot: "First, it killed Zuo Qi, didn't it mean it had enmity with the Shangqing Immortal Sect? Second, I pretended that I was a ghost cultivator, which is equivalent to "sympathizing with it" ", the establishment of an enchantment means "I'm with you, but it's okay to say", I don't understand this truth? How did you pass the examination of the disciples of the Shangqing?"

The long nose was choked, speechless.

Hua Che looked at Chu Binghuan hesitantly, it was really hard to say anything.

"Bing Kuang, come with me." Hua Che dragged Chu Binghuan away, saw no one around, and whispered, "I know this is a bit too much, but... can you trust me and put Burning Soul Take it back and let that ghost go away?"

According to Chu Binghuan's temperament, Hua Che felt that if he said these words, he would be branded as a "partner of the devil" immediately.

Thinking in another way, if someone begged me to take back the spirit weapon and let the ghost cultivator go, I would find it hard to accept it.

Therefore, Hua Che felt a little regretful.

Instead of begging Chu Binghuan, it's better to find a way to untie Burning Soul.

It's not that I haven't been tied up by it!has experience!

Chu Binghuan: "Okay."

Well, you can either scold your head and cover your face, or do it directly, anyway, you won't... What the hell? ? ?

Hua Che looked at Chu Binghuan in shock, "You agree?"

Chu Binghuan said in a warm voice: "You have your own reasons for what you do."

Hua Che was stunned: "You believe me?"

Chu Binghuan hardly thought: "Believe."

Hua Che didn't know him anymore.

The townspeople were woken up one after another, the lights of each house were lit up, and people came out holding torches in groups to watch the excitement.

Suddenly, there was a shout from the crowd: "It's gone!"

A few thatched cottages in the distance caught fire at some point, and the fire was so fierce that it shot up into the sky!Several houses in the neighborhood were implicated, and the townspeople fell into a panic, carrying wooden barrels to put out the fire.

Wen Yuan and Lu Yao hurriedly put out spells to put out the fire, but they saw that it was not an extraordinary fire, and it couldn't be extinguished with ordinary water.

"My child, my child is still in the house!"

"My old mother is sleeping too!"

"Daddy, I want Daddy woooooooo..."

The tongue of flame devoured everything greedily, Wen Yuan and others rushed into the house one after another to save people.

Chu Binghuan retracted the Burning Soul, and quickly released three precipitation talismans. Unexpectedly, the rain watered the fire, but the fire did not weaken at all.

Hua Che saw it in his eyes, and guessed that it was the soul fire, with the monk's soul as the source, the stronger the power of the soul, the stronger the fire, and it cannot be extinguished by just using real energy.

Hua Che avoided the flames, and was relieved to see An Yu fleeing in the chaos.

The fire came suddenly, the arsonist must be nearby, what is his goal?Townspeople?

Or An Yu?

Hua Che took out the purple bamboo flute, injected it with the power of the soul, breathed air from his lips, and the elegant and soft sound of the flute flowed out.

Sometimes it is mellow and soothing, and sometimes it is sad and intense. When everyone heard the sound, they were all shocked, with joy, anger, sorrow, and joy rushing into their hearts.

If it is said that the power of sword repair lies in its superb swordsmanship and invincibility; then the horror of Le Xiu is that it kills invisible, kills without blood, kills soul and heart, and makes people fall into great compassion, joy, madness.

If music cultivation is good, it can cheer up thousands of troops, make grass and trees spring, and revive all things.

If Lexiu is evil, it can make Wanjun go crazy, fight each other madly, and bleed into a sea.

Hua Che's goal is not to put out the fire, his goal is to treat an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

That person set fire to the town, and he killed his heart and devoured his soul.

Chu Binghuan used his divine soul to extinguish the flames of wanton looting a lot.

Through the billowing black smoke, relying on that faint breath, Hua Che saw the arsonist on the top of an independent mountain hundreds of meters away at a glance.

Hua Che cheered up and took two steps forward. Just as he landed on the roof, his footsteps stopped suddenly.

A strong breath of death emanated from that person, like a poisonous snake or a beast, or like a collapsing Mount Tai.

It's not Hua Che's timidity, but the instinctive reaction of animals in the jungle, like a rabbit's legs will soften when it sees a tiger, like a sheep will be so scared that it will forget to run away when it sees a wolf.The Demon Lord, who blocks gods and kills gods and kills immortals, does not feel fear in his heart, but his cultivation base is too low now, and his body is instinctively afraid.

Suddenly, he saw that person's whole body glowing. Because the distance was too far, Hua Che couldn't see clearly what he was doing.I saw that the beam of light was getting closer and closer, and it turned into hundreds of thousands of beams, and Hua Che didn't see clearly until it got closer, it was actually densely packed arrow feathers!

Overwhelming!

Hua Che knew that it would be difficult to block the rain of arrows even if he set up a barrier with his own cultivation, he shouted loudly: "Mu Zhaoyao, lightning protection talisman!"

Murong Sa's sleeves are full of treasures, a lightning protection talisman is nothing to worry about, and he poured it all out.

But the arrow feathers were too fast, even if Murong Sa released the lightning protection talisman in time to protect the whole town, he was still pierced by a small part of the arrow feathers.

With the fire in front, everyone had to block the sharp arrows falling from the sky.

The little girl fell to the ground, tears mixed with blood, she sobbed bitterly: "Mother."

Three light arrows transformed from true essence flew towards them, Hua Che was shocked, hurriedly stepped on the wind, smashed the two arrow feathers with the purple bamboo flute, and at the same time protected the child under his body.

Get a chill on your back.

It was as if something had been pierced through the chest, and it was empty.

Hua Che didn't have time to pay attention to it, and picked up the child and handed it to the mother who was looking for her everywhere. The mother, with tears in her eyes, hugged the child and knelt down to thank: "Thank you, Immortal Master, for saving my life!"

Without even taking a breath, Hua Che chased after the arsonist in the distance.

"Girl, why are you bleeding so much? Where did you get hurt?" The mother checked her daughter's body with tears streaming down her face, but she didn't find any wounds.

The mother was stunned, and subconsciously looked in the direction Hua Che left, the bright red blood was paved all over the road.