Ask with the devil [Xiu Xian]

The terrifying power fell heavily, and the only ones in the hall who remained unchanged were Ji Linchuan, Zhenjun Xu Ning and Ling Yuchen.

The laziness in Ling Yuchen's eyes had long since dissipated, replaced by sharpness like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, the true immortal blood in his body was being drawn by the energy of the Demon Lord, and was boiling violently.

He took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "I am here this time, on behalf of the five major schools of Taoism, to discuss with your Excellency the matter of countering the catastrophe of heaven and earth."

Mozun looked at him with half-closed eyes, his eyes were full of indifference, but his tone was casual: "Your cultivation is only in the late stage of transformation, so what qualifications do you have to negotiate with me on behalf of the five major sects?"

Hearing this, Ling Yuchen didn't panic, and quickly took out a scroll from the storage ring and slowly opened it.The brilliance circulated on the scroll, and the imprints of the suzerains of the five major sects were engraved on it, mysterious and complicated, shining brightly.

He raised his head to look directly at the Demon Lord, and said indifferently: "So, are you trustworthy?"

Mozun laughed suddenly, "Trust?" He chewed on the word, and said slowly, "It's just a piece of useless stuff."

After that, he stretched out his hand and gently shook it in the void.

In the next second, Ling Yuchen was shocked to realize that he was completely locked in place and unable to move, his right hand was hanging down weakly, and the scroll fell to the ground. After rolling a few times, a jet of black demonic energy took the opportunity to cover it.

And when the devilish energy dissipated, the scroll was blank, and the imprints of the five sects engraved on it disappeared without a trace.

Ling Yuchen said angrily, "You!"

Mozun's voice was somewhat sinister, and he said, "Look, you don't have enough ability, even if you have it, you can't keep it."

His words seemed to mean something, and his gaze inadvertently glanced at Ji Linchuan's position, and he retracted it after a while, while the hand that stayed in the void slowly opened and pressed down.

Ling Yuchen immediately let out a muffled snort, his body trembled, his face tensed, and he tried his best not to kneel down in public.

He finally realized that the Mozun was targeting him.

Speaking of which, he had only met the Demon Lord once before, and the two should have had little contact with each other, but in fact, not only the Demon Lord treated him, but he also had a deep hatred for the Demon Lord.

Back then, Ji Linchuan had suffered so much in the Demon Realm because of the demon lord's interference, so much so that even after he escaped, he still instinctively resisted and hated physical contact.

He was both distressed and angry, and he couldn't even imagine what kind of torture Ji Linchuan had suffered to have such an "instinct".

Therefore, he couldn't forgive Mozun for what he had done, and there was a bit of hostility in his words, but he was noticed by the other party unexpectedly.

The coercion was still intensifying, and the blood of the real immortal in his body had already boiled to the extreme, so as to resist the external pressure, Ling Yuchen gritted his teeth and braced himself, cold sweat rolled down his forehead, and his complexion gradually turned pale.

The Mozun's eyes were still cold and cruel, as if he was just playing with an insignificant ant.

Master Xu Ning watched the development of the situation from the sidelines, his face became more and more serious, and finally couldn't help but stand in front of Ling Yuchen, resisting the coercion.It's just that, the person conducting the negotiation changed from Ling Yuchen to himself.

Ling Yuchen stood behind him, his face gradually softened, but his breath was still unstable.

Mozun said lightly: "It's fine to discuss things with me, but it's best to correct your attitude first."

A trace of anger flashed across Ling Yuchen's eyes, and he was about to say something, but was stopped by Master Xu Ning.

True Monarch Xu Ning had a gentle temperament, and slowly said: "The younger generation doesn't know etiquette, so it's no wonder that you still look to the Demon Lord."

Mozun's mouth curled slightly, deliberately ignoring Ling Yuchen's mention, and said: "...you just said that you want to discuss the great catastrophe with me?"

Master Xu Ning said: "Exactly."

Mozun lazily tapped on the armrest of the seat and said, "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

Master Xu Ning clasped his hands and said: "If the catastrophe of heaven and earth really comes, then the world of heaven and spirit will be devastated, and no one can survive alone. My five major sects of Taoism want to join hands with the Demon Realm to resist this catastrophe, but please help the Demon Lord."

Mozun said: "How should we join forces?"

Xu Ning Zhenjun said: "Can the Demon Lord integrate the disciples of the Demon Realm and open the eighth barrier of the Demon Realm, so that I can come in and help?"

Seeing that the Demon Lord didn't answer for a long time, he said again: "This enchantment cuts off the access to the outside world, and the three major sects of the Demon Realm are trapped in it. If things go on like this, the loss will be huge. I'm afraid it will be of no benefit to the Demon Realm, why not..."

"It's not beneficial?" Demon Venerable interrupted him, saying: "This enchantment is indeed not beneficial to Demon Yu, but to me..."

He didn't say any more, but the meaning was self-explanatory.

Zhenjun Xu Ning frowned, for a moment he didn't know how to continue persuading.Moxiu has always been selfish, cold-blooded, cruel, and his own interests are at stake, so it is not easy for Moxiu to give in.

The two sides fell into a stalemate.

Ji Linchuan suddenly opened his mouth and said: "Dare to ask, what is the benefit to your Excellency by setting up an enchantment, would you rather leave the Demon Realm alone and increase the casualties?"

Mozun stared at him, the false smile on his face gradually faded, and the blood in half of his pupils became darker, as if he wanted to imprint the person in front of him deeply, revealing an almost monstrous luster.

He said softly: "Linchuan, in what capacity are you speaking to me now?"

Ji Linchuan frowned, thinking quickly in his mind.

What is the meaning of Mozun's words?

To be honest, Mozun was a little bit beyond his expectation at this time.

I haven't seen it for more than a month, and those obsessive desires that were bound and entangled with the Demon Lord seem to have disappeared. What is left is an extremely powerful... Demon Cultivator who has been freed from shackles, free from emotional fetters.

Come to think of it, the person who strengthened the eighth barrier with the ancient god pattern of the true immortal level was Mozun himself.However, in this short period of time, why did the Demon Lord change so much...

Puzzled, Ji Linchuan lowered his eyes and said, "What identity do I have, does it matter?" When he said this, he was already prepared. If the Demon Venerable said in public that he had done Li Yuan, what should he do? how to respond.

But in fact, Mozun didn't do this, his eyes were still as cold as ice, he was silent and extremely oppressive.Although the bystanders sensed the strange atmosphere between the two, it was difficult for them to intervene.

Mozun stared at Ji Linchuan for a long time before slowly uttering a sentence: "...It really doesn't matter."

Ji Linchuan heaved a sigh of relief inexplicably, and said, "Then, can you answer my question?"

Mozun was silent for a moment, and said: "I can order Moyu to assist you to cope with the catastrophe together. As for other things, there is no need to mention it."

"... As long as I am in this world, this enchantment will not be broken for a day, and all losses will be borne by me."

Ji Linchuan said coldly: "Your Excellency is so vain about human life, aren't you afraid that everyone will betray their relatives and have nothing?"

"Oh," Mozun laughed without emotion, and said, "I have nothing at all, so why are you talking about betraying relatives?"

When he said this, his tone was still indifferent, without a hint of self-mockery, as if he was simply explaining a fact.

Ji Linchuan suddenly remembered the scene where the Demon Lord leaned on his shoulder a month ago and almost begged him to say "don't go"; he also remembered the extremely turbulent emotion conveyed by the other party when the two of them merged with each other.

——but not as it is now, calm and indifferent, as if staying out of the matter.

……

Coming out of the magic palace, the goal was only half achieved. The group was a little depressed, but they didn't intend to stay any longer.

When Ji Linchuan Yujian left, he took a last look back at the scene behind him.

The endless and huge magic palace stands here, like a cage that wants to swallow people up without seeing the light of day; and the one who is imprisoned in it is the master of this cage.

He remembered the confrontation just now.

Mozun remained expressionless from beginning to end, treating him like a stranger.

……fair enough.

There will be a battle between him and the Demon Lord in the future, so there shouldn't be too much involved.

Ji Linchuan withdrew his gaze and left without missing Yujian.

……

The main hall of the Demon Palace.

Everyone had disappeared from sight, and the Mozun was silent for a long time, and the hand knocking on the seat suddenly stopped.

He said lightly: "Come out."

As his voice fell, a figure suddenly appeared in the dim space.

His black hair is flowing, his figure is slender, and his white clothes are like snow.

"I told you to protect him, why did you stay alone?"

Mozun asked softly, his tone of voice could not distinguish between emotions and anger.

The ghost lamp burns quietly, reflecting on the silver mask, revealing a cold color.

Zhuliu's expression was covered by a mask, so he couldn't see clearly, he only said: "The main body...what do you want to do?"

Mozun said calmly: "If you want to ask me anything, just say it."

Zhu Liu said: "You took me away and asked me to protect him, but what about you?...Did you take that person into consideration in what you did?"

Demon Venerable looked unmoved, and asked back: "What do you think?"

Zhu Liu whispered: "...I thought you wanted to help him."

"Help him?" Demon Venerable said coldly, "Do you think that I will still miss him now?"

Pointing to his chest, he said: "I am empty here, there is nothing left. All I want is the supreme power, which can help me control all the power in this world! And he..."

He paused, and added coldly:

"—he's yours, Drift."

Zhu Liu froze and said angrily, "You!"

Mozun narrowed his eyes slightly, fearing that he would not be angry enough, and continued: "It's really worthless to waste thousands of years for a person who asks for nothing."

Zhuliu didn't dare to say anything: "No...how could you think that way..."

Mozun lazily said: "Oh, you'd better take care of yourself, your strength is very precious. Oh, if it wasn't... I wish I could take it back."

Zhu Liu held Zhu Xiao tightly, and said coldly, "Since that's the case, you shouldn't have split me up in the first place."

Mozun shook his head and chuckled lightly, "If I don't separate you, how can I get rid of all this?"

Knowing that the matter had reached an irreparable situation, Zhu Liu calmed down and said, "I have nothing to say to you." After a moment of silence, he said again: "...you will regret it."

Mozun looked down at him condescendingly, and said, "I don't regret it later, so what's your business?"

"Okay...Okay! It's really none of my business, you can do it yourself."

Zhuliu suppressed his anger and finished speaking in a low voice, then turned and left.

There was only Mo Zun left in the huge Demon Palace.

Mozun lowered his eyes expressionlessly, covering his expression, and his domineering aura seemed to disappear with Zhuliu's departure.

He looked at his hand, which was hidden in his sleeve, and there was blood slowly oozing from the palm.

He lowered his head, licking the scar on his palm, the strong smell of rust came, but it couldn't fill the unbearable vacancy in his body at all.

"Oh, Zhuliu... You and I are different after all..."

"It's enough for you to concentrate on protecting that person, and I..."

And he is doomed to sink into the abyss, beyond redemption.

The author has something to say: Thanks to Ah Zhen, Bai Huai Qingzhi, Bai Qingyi, Xueer flying all over the sky, and Jinyan for throwing mines, okay~