Star Sword Shoes [Rebirth]

Shen Shuli saw the dazzling light from the glass lamp on the high platform, and the formation was finally activated before the end of the Huo Xing's transit. He let out a long sigh of relief, and swung his sword towards his neck.

The red-haired monster flashed to his side quickly like the wind, slapped the blade away with a palm, and said angrily, "Why are you crazy!"

Shen Shuli's left eye was empty, but his face remained calm, "The Demon Lord can recover, aren't you happy?"

The red-haired monster held his sword firmly and said, "Why, the way you express your happiness is to wipe your neck?"

"I lost my eyes, so it's useless to live." Shen Shuli's voice was indifferent, not at all like a madman who just had his eyes gouged out.

The red-haired monster was a little angry, he forcibly pulled his sword and threw it out, "Don't be silly! After the Demon Lord is resurrected, there are ways to help you."

"Really?" Shen Shuli asked, but there was no sign of interest on her expression.

"You're not a bitter woman, don't look for death!" The red-haired monster scratched his hair irritably, and put his hand on Shen Shuli's shoulder, "Don't you want to see the scene after the Demon Lord returns?"

Shen Shuli finally stopped picking up the sword, raised one eye, and looked at the high platform fascinated.

All the attacks on Su Yichen also stopped, and the monsters left his side like an ebb tide, leaving him standing alone.

Su Yichen turned his head back with difficulty, looked at Lezheng Changfeng apologetically, and said softly, "I seem to have screwed up."

The immortal disciples on the other side of the barrier were already stunned, staring at the seaside with their mouths open. No one opened their mouths, nor did they intend to leave.

The white light on the high platform was dazzling, like bolts of lightning flashing back and forth. Su Yichen saw that black felt cloth was blown up by a gust of wind and fell to the sea surface.

The ground shook even more, the sky was as gloomy as ink, the sun was completely covered by the cloud at some point, and the thunder rolled down from the cloud, like an angry movement.

The monsters surrounded the high platform, with fanatical rays of light in their eyes, and they shouted one after another:

"Demon Lord!"

"Lord Gu Canqiu!"

Finally, there was a loud noise on the high platform, and the seven eyeballs burst at the same time, and then, a gust of wind swirled at the position of the eye.

At that moment, Lezheng Changfeng saw Wen Liang who had been standing there upright, and fell down limply.

The invisible barrier in front of him suddenly disappeared.

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Su Yichen felt that he was flying lightly into the air, and when he was wondering, he saw Wen Liang's face pounced on the ground.

He was a little bit embarrassed for a while, this face was originally plain, if it was broken again, it would be a bit miserable.

After sighing, I was shocked again, Wen Liang is below, so who is flying up now?

Without allowing him to think too much, a huge gravitational force sucked him towards the high platform in a posture that he could not stop at all.

Su Yichen could see the blood bursting from the glazed cup, but he couldn't distinguish anything from the black tornado wrapped in the formation.He tried his best to jump back, but he couldn't help himself. He swung twice in the wind and was dragged into the tornado.

It was a very strange feeling, knowing that I had entered the wind circle, but my body didn't sway at all.In a daze, he felt as if he had returned to a very familiar place, and he wanted to stretch comfortably.

Then, he really stretched himself.

The clouds are opening and the sun is showing.

The wind and the moon shine brightly.

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The bursts of roaring between heaven and earth stopped abruptly in an instant, and Su Yichen felt strangely quiet at first.It was not the absolute silence in the enchantment of Echo Valley, because he could still vaguely hear the low sound of the waves hitting the shore.But other than that, the hundreds of monsters below and the disciples of the immortal sect farther away seemed to be silent for a moment.

He walked a few steps forward, came to the edge of the high platform, looked down at the surprised expressions of all the monsters, and couldn't help but smile.I don't know what kind of evil wind was blowing just now, but all the discomfort in his body disappeared, and he felt as light as a swallow for the first time in a long time.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to jump off the high platform to escape, but someone shouted: "His Royal Highness Mozun!"

Su Yichen's eyes widened all of a sudden, and he didn't understand the situation.

The red-haired and white-haired demons below were the first to kneel down on one knee: "Welcome His Royal Highness Mozun to come back to the world!"

It seems that some invisible switch has been turned on, and hundreds of monsters hula la bow down to the mountain:

"Congratulations to His Majesty Mozun for his return to the world!"

Su Yichen's heart trembled, and the scene of Wen Liang falling face down just now reappeared.He stretched out his hands in disbelief, looked over and over again, those hands were obviously not gentle, and the unhealed scars on the palms disappeared out of thin air.

His thoughts were a little confused, he jumped off the high platform with his legs up, and took a look at the sea water.

The sea surface was clear, with waves rippling, and a handsome and elegant face was reflected, with bangs sliding down from his forehead, vaguely still the same as it was six years ago.

Su Yichen stood up straight, touched his cheek involuntarily, then pinched the pipa bone again, and found out that it was intact as before.

He turned around, facing the group of monsters bowing their heads and bowing their heads, he couldn't help laughing.

The demons snatched his bones, and they really wanted to put them into the formation to revive the demon king, but they didn't count that his real soul was also on the scene, and returned to his body by accident. Such a great gift fell from the sky, he almost wanted to say thank you.

Before he was happy enough, Qingyu's disciples, who had lost the barrier of the barrier, rushed from a distance, shouting while running: "Su, Yi, Chen!"

Yes yes yes, it is me, your uncle.

Su Yichen's greeting was of course missed, because the demons had already stood up and stood in front of him with a posture of complete protection.The red-haired and white-haired demons stood on the left and right, staring proudly at the audience.

Su Yichen looked out from the crowd, and saw Lezheng Changfeng running to Wen Liang's side in two or three steps, knelt down and embraced him in his arms, but Wen Liang's hands were limp on the ground, and there was no movement at all.

Lezheng Changfeng's face was pale, and he gently put Wen Liang back to the ground, picked up the Bailian Qingsteel sword that had fallen aside, passed through the crowd with his eyes, and firmly nailed it to Su Yichen's face.

Although it feels good to be worshiped by monsters, it is not so good to be looked at by the little nephew.

Su Yichen stretched out his hand and scratched his temple, with a harmless smile on the corner of his mouth, he walked towards Lezheng Changfeng.

"Mozun!" The white-haired demon shouted.

"Don't move." Su Yichen waved his hand to stop the commotion of the demon clan, and walked in front of Lezheng Changfeng by himself.

Xiao Bai and all the disciples of Qingyu Mountain drew their swords, and the threatening sword energy soared into the air.Su Yichen pointed his toes and flew past the crowd, only to hear a crackling sound, and dozens of swords fell to the ground together.

"Be honest, I won't make things difficult for you." Su Yichen said with a smile.

Disciple Qingyu's face turned blue and white, and he didn't move for a while. Hua Wuji, who was standing in the crowd, opened the seventh door of the world with a "snap", and looked at Su Yichen thoughtfully.

After Su Yichen unleashed everyone's swords, he quickly darted to Wen Liang's side, sniffed his breath, and after his own soul left, that body really didn't have any life left.He sighed softly, stood up again, and suddenly the tip of his nose was pointed at by the tip of a sword.

The sword is made of hundred-refined green steel, and the one who makes the sword is Lezheng Changfeng.

Su Yichen looked at the eyes of his little nephew wishing to pluck a piece of flesh from his face, couldn't help blinking, and smiled kindly.

Unexpectedly, this smile ignited the last trace of rationality in Lezheng Changfeng's body. He suddenly swung the Bailian Qingsteel sword and attacked Su Yichen.

Su Yichen caught a glimpse of the ebullition of the demons, raised his right hand, "Don't move!" He tossed and turned while speaking, dodging Lezheng Changfeng's undisguised murderous aura.

The little nephew used to fight, but he has never been so ruthless, his cheeks are slightly puffed up by biting his teeth, it seems that he is very angry.

Su Yichen backed away a few tricks, intending to tease him, so when Bailian Qinggang's next move came, he didn't avoid it, but tilted his head to one side, and greeted Le Zheng with his fair left face. Chang Feng raised his eyebrows, and said jokingly: "Little Chang Feng, cut it off."

The blade stopped immediately, and Lezheng Changfeng withdrew his hand so hard that he staggered a bit.

"You!" He was so angry and annoyed that he couldn't speak for a while.

Su Yichen let out a long laugh, put on an expression of arrogance, and squinted at the group of fellow Taoists: "If you want to die, get out!"

"Mozun!" The red-haired demon shouted from a distance, "Let my subordinates kill all these stinky Taoist priests for you!"

Su Yichen turned his head and glanced at him casually, "Did I say I was going to kill them? I just wanted to let them go."

"Mozun," the white-haired demon also said, "You have just broken the seal, if the news is known by the immortal sect, I am afraid it will cause a lot of trouble..."

"Why, you want me to be a turtle?" Su Yichen asked with a half-smile.

"My subordinates dare not!"

Su Yichen glanced at the dozens of nephews in Qingyu Mountain, all of them had stubborn expressions on their faces, as if they were planning to confess to being here today.He had a smile on his face, but he was speechless in his heart, his eyes turned to Hua Wuji, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Go back and tell those old men on the mountain that I, Gu Canqiu, have returned," he said, his voice suddenly raised, "Get out of here!"

"Get out, get out now." Hua Wuji put away her fan, and whispered a few words into Ning Siyong's ear, dragging and dragging her back.As soon as the senior brother left, the rest of you looked at me and I looked at you, picked up the sword in disgrace and followed.

Xiao Bai stepped forward and hugged Wen Liang's body, and whispered to Le Zheng Changfeng, "Let's go."

Lezheng Changfeng remained motionless, staring at Su Yichen intently, with anger in his eyes, but also with a lingering confusion.

Su Yichen flew to Lezheng Changfeng's side, rubbed his ears and said, "Go to Yuezhou and wait for me." Then he pushed back, pushing him hard in the direction of Hua Wuji.

His series of actions are very unreasonable, and he only hopes that no one from the demon race will make trouble. Fortunately, when Gu Canqiu came to the demon world, he was famous for his violence, and there were hundreds of monsters behind him, but no one dared to question him. The group of Immortal Sect disciples walked and turned their heads, carefully exiting their field of vision along the way.