Heaven is fearless

The black magic energy and the silver-blue aura flashed across the entire Penglai Island like two arrows, one in front and one in the back. Showing a ferocious villain-like smile, he flicked him unconscious with a finger in the terrified eyes of the other party, and then landed in the blue forest below.

Er'er's silver-blue aura came instantly, and the immortal in white also stopped the long sword and landed lightly in front of him.

One black and one white, immortals and demons with the same face but different temperaments are standing opposite each other.

Mingxue threw the fainted Tuying under the big tree next to her, and curiously walked around the tall and tall Ming Xiao twice with her hands behind her back.

It's a wonderful feeling.

What he saw in his eyes was the noble and alienated immortal, but it seemed that there was another angle, which made him see the noble and arrogant demon in front of him through Ming Xiao's eyes. Both of them were him, but he also Not just these two.

Tiandao used Mozun's body to circle the Xianzun again.

It has to be said that the avatar created by the law has really grown in the aesthetics of heaven. The immortal stood quietly, his eyes were half closed, his black hair was tied in the high crown, and his expression was as cold as snow as before. He just Standing there motionless, it was as if the bells of heaven and earth were integrated into his body, and even the wind softened as it passed by his side, as if he was stopping for a beauty.

"It's so beautiful." Tiandao sighed, pinching the chin of this empty shell with his upper hand and carefully sizing it up.

From the eyes of others, this scene is probably extremely ambiguous. A pair of identical twins, the elder brother who looks like ice and snow lowered his eyes and said nothing, while the younger brother who is arrogant and violent is pinching his elder brother's chin upwards and squinting slightly. The eyes seem to be thinking of something cruel——

The world is getting worse, people are not old!

"That's right! It's so beautiful, isn't it!" Hearing Heaven's praise, Fa Ze jumped out happily, divided into countless perspectives, and began to watch the faces of the brothers.

Double beauty, double happiness!

"How can the incarnation of Heaven not look good? When making this incarnation, I referred to the appearance of all the beauties in history. Immortal Venerable and Demon Venerable are definitely the beauties among beauties!" Law said proudly.

"Speaking of which, Tuying was snatched by the Demon Venerable. Is the Immortal Venerable going back to take Tu Zhao as his disciple?" Fa Ze asked about something serious.

"You have to accept it, but you can't just go back."

Mozun let go of Sword Immortal's chin, stepped back a little bit, and pulled out the Xiaoxuetian Sword that had just been put into its sheath, and the blade of the sword pressed against Immortal Venerable's chest.

"Ahhhhhhh what are you doing!!" Law screamed.

Tiandao was a little speechless: "The Immortal Venerable chased the Demon Venerable and ran out. According to his character, would he go back because he couldn't catch up? He must have fought hard and was stopped by the Demon Race who came to meet him! Ordinary Can the demons stop him? He must be injured!"

He said in a tone of hatred for iron and steel, then slowed down his tone, looked at the face of the immortal with some distress, and comforted himself: "It can be regarded as a little shock to others, so that they don't go to the demon so quickly. Please, leave some buffer time."

As soon as the words fell, the invincible blade of the Xiaoxuetian Sword cut through the plain white clothes.

The blade pierced through the silk and satin, and after a short cracking sound, it continued to move forward, piercing the shiny and pale skin under the clothes.

The sound of flesh and blood being torn apart was horrifying. For the convenience of exerting force, the black-clothed Demon Venerable wrapped one hand around the Immortal Venerable's waist, held the hilt of the Xiaoxuetian Sword, and slowly stabbed the long sword into his heart. He also carefully considered to avoid removing all important internal organs.

The cinnabar-like bright red blood trickled down, and soon dripped along the edge of the sword, forming a small pool of blood on the ground, while the immortal in white who was still standing unconsciously still had his eyes half closed. The posture, the white clothes were stained with blood, and the already fair face became more transparent due to the loss of blood.

The black clothes and white clothes are intimately entangled, with a sharp long sword lying in the middle, the twins seem to be embracing intimately, but in this embrace is a fierce murderous intent and a trembling secret tension.

The sword edge penetrated several inches, and when it was about to stab Ming Xiao, Mozun stopped his hand and pulled out the long sword. The sound of flesh and metal rubbing against each other was scary and strange. Fortunately, Law is a person who does not know fear. Just feel bad for the avatar being stabbed with a sword.

Putting away the Xiaoxue Tianjian, Mingxue picked up Tuying again, asked Ming Xiao to meditate on the spot, stretched out his figure with all his strength, and stuffed Tuying, the oil bottle, into the magic palace.

After the seal was broken, the Demon Realm, which was originally submerged under the sea, began to rise upwards.

Thousands of years ago, the Demon Realm was originally a continent parallel to the fairy mountains and islands, but in the later battle, it was pressed into the bottom of the sea with a seal by Sword Master Ming Xiao, and it became another space independent of the sea. The seal was gone, and the Demon Realm lost its anchor, and began to move like a ship, swaying with the demon energy.

Although it is said to be swaying, but because the scale is too large, this kind of movement is also insignificant. Except for the subtle movement detected by the heaven-earth qi mechanism communicating with heaven and earth, no one has discovered it yet.

Tornado-like demonic energy poured into the demon palace, and the maids knelt down one after another, only to see two people appear after the demonic energy dissipated.

The tall and handsome one was none other than their lord, but the lord was still holding a limp chick-like young man in his hand, and he seemed to have passed out for a long time.

"Take it down and take good care of it. From now on, he will be your young master." Your Majesty's usually gloomy voice turned out to be a little brisk, and his expression also showed a rare smile. The maids hurriedly picked up the boy who was thrown on them, Before he had time to be surprised by the unusual reaction of his lord, his mind was filled with the phrase "young master".

Little Lord? !

Is there a young master in the Demon Realm? !

With such a temper, His Majesty would accept apprentices?

The hem of the black clothes rolled up like a sea tide with the man's advancing pace, he stopped suddenly, looked over with slanted eyes, and his tone returned to the coldness with a knife in his mouth: "This is the apprentice my brother picked for me." , if something happens to him, all of you should go to the pool of bones to wake up."

In order to avoid the embarrassing situation where the two incarnations of the fairy and the devil will kill each other as soon as they meet, Tiandao decided to set up a good character with deep brotherly love, so that it can pave the way for such situations in the future. Unfortunately, according to the law, brotherly love is not deep Not necessarily, Mozun's tsundere brother-loving fetish is about to be confirmed.

The man with his eyes open and talking nonsense had black hair like ink, and when he looked over, his eyes looked very dangerous. No one wanted to imagine what would happen if he disobeyed his orders.

Brother...Mingxiao Sword Master? !

The maids suddenly felt chills on their backs as if they had been cut by a sword, and quickly bowed their heads deeply: "Yes."

Responding like this, they involuntarily exchanged glances after the lord left: Your lord is in such a good mood, could it be because he went out and saw Sword Master Mingxiao?

The Mozun, who was happy because he found his apprentice, forcibly suppressed his brisk steps, walked to his bedroom and closed the door, placed a restraint, and his spirit and soul left his body. opened his eyes.

"hiss--"

As soon as he woke up, he felt the pain of being pierced through his chest. He lowered his head to look at his wound, took out a bottle of elixir from his sleeve and swallowed one to stop the blood that was still oozing out. Zun stood up, made a sword art to draw the simple long sword, and flew towards Tushi slowly.

It is said that the younger brother who was going to be the immortal was snatched away by the demon. Now, no one should believe that bullshit prophecy, right?

He thought happily, the matter of accepting disciples was settled!

******

And those people at the scene of accepting apprentices are still immersed in bewilderment. From the break of the seal, the appearance of the demon, the appearance of the immortal, and the battle between the two, the robbery of the demon, and the pursuit of the immortal, a series of things happened quickly. The tornado didn't give everyone present enough time to react. After they digested the huge amount of information, they realized that the Demon King had escaped!They also swept away the best children of their generation!

The faces of the elders of the Tu Clan turned green and pale, and they would definitely not be able to catch up even if they wanted to. They could only hope that Sword Master Ming Xiao could snatch Tu Ying back.

Several hours passed, from noon to the twilight of the starry night, they saw the silver-blue sword glow of Qingling coming from afar.

"It's Mingxiao Sword Master!"

"The Immortal Venerable is back!"

"If there is an immortal, it must be..."

Hope lit up in everyone's eyes, and they couldn't help clamoring, looking in that direction.

The Immortal Venerable who came from Yujian on the wind had a thin plain cloak covering more than half of his body, his face was too pale against the black hair, and even his lips were almost transparent, even more so. Like a visitor from the sky who is about to ride away on a cloud.

He volleyed down from under the long sword, rolled up his white clothes, pursed his thin lips, and his eyes were extremely cold. With that expression, the head of the Tu family was startled and subconsciously slowed down.

The leader of the Tu family slowed down, another thin figure rushed forward recklessly, his body trembling, mustered up his courage, and was about to speak, when the sword master in white whispered to the leader of the Tu family, "Sorry, I'm sorry. ...couldn't stop him."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked again.

The sword master went out, but failed to stop anyone?

Could it be said that the Demon Lord is really so powerful?Or……

Everyone thought of the words and deeds of the two of them after they met just now, and suspicion and suspicion appeared in some people's eyes.

Could it be... Could it be that Sword Master Mingxiao looked at his younger brother and couldn't make a move?

It's just that this idea is too profane, and if you say it, you will definitely be glared at, so they just kept it in their hearts and didn't dare to say it.

Before the person in charge of the Tu family could think of what to say, Tu Zhao hurried forward and asked in a trembling voice: "Tu Ying...Tu Ying he...he will..."

After all, he is a 15-year-old boy, even if he is bullied and humiliated, he gets a job from the Tu family, and has never seen the cruelest side of the world. Even though his character is tough and forbearing, he still retains the innocence of a teenager. Birth and death also carry a sense of ignorance.

He never thought that his younger brother would die before him.

Tuying... Tuying grew up surrounded by stars, no more suffering than he has suffered. His younger brother is straightforward and straightforward. He admires Sword Master Mingxiao the most and hates injustice in the world. If you are arrested, you will either be bullied to death, or you will be forced into a demon...

Tuying him, how can he survive?

Tu Zhao thought, if it was him, if it was him, he would have been used to being bullied long ago, he knew how to protect himself, how to grit his teeth to save his life, he also knew when to beg for mercy and when to resist...

But Tuying...

Tu Zhao thought of his younger brother's high-spirited face, and his heart felt like a knife.

He looked at the handsome and pale face of Sword Master Ming Xiao, and a trace of resentment suddenly appeared in his heart—you are so strong, and you have suppressed the demon king under the sea, why can't you even protect a child now?

But he immediately suppressed this thought, even if the sword master is extremely powerful, he shouldn't be resentful for it, what happened to him... Could it be that he is really a monster with an evil heart as others said?

The face of the white-clothed immortal became even paler. He stretched out a hand, pressed it on the top of Tu Zhao's head, and said suddenly: "This son has a tough heart and extraordinary talent. I want to accept him as a personal disciple, and follow me to the Kunlun Taisu Sword." Zong."

His voice was low, the ending was a little unsteady, it was damp as if it contained water vapor, and his deep eyes looked at Tu Zhao: "Would you like it?"

This is the third time he has asked Tu Zhao this way in the past few days.

The shock that could not be concealed appeared on the faces of all the people, and the disciples of the Tu family almost shouted out. They all turned on his face, and after great sorrow and joy, he considered his words and said: "Immortal Master Mingjian, this... It's not that I, Tu Shi, didn't want to, it's really... that this son and his younger brother had a vision when they were born. , the day and night are reversed, and the sea water hangs upside down. Please invite the children of the Wu clan to do the divination, and say...say..."

His voice was hesitant, but Ming Xiao's expression changed when he said that there was a vision in the sky. His already indifferent expression seemed to be frozen by frost for a moment, and the side face was sharp and hard like ice. When he said the prophecy At that moment, Tu Zhao keenly felt the hand on his head tremble.

"Prophecy?" The head of the Tu family said this matter in a half-covered manner. After all, this matter also involves Sword Master Mingxiao and Demon Lord Mingxue, so he can't say it too bluntly. One, no one should understand the danger of Tu Zhao better than Ming Xiao, but unexpectedly, the sword master sneered with the corners of his mouth after hearing this.

"People in the world say that those who become immortals will become immortals, and those who say that they become demons will become demons. How can there be such a reason?!" The sword master, who has always been as cold as ice, seemed to be so angry that the corners of his eyes showed a little light The red color, that detached fairy air was tinged with human flavor, and at this moment, he looked a little more like that demon king who was elusive.

"I don't believe in any prophecy, let alone the theory of natural monsters. There really are such people. As long as I live for a day, no one can surpass me and make him enchanted!"

He uttered words like nails, each word was sonorous, and his tone seemed to contain blood. Tu Zhao's heart was shaken, and he stared blankly at the side face of the white-clothed immortal.

The sword master was so angry, of course he wasn't angry because of him, he... probably thought of Mingxue Mozun, right?

Demon Venerable Mingxue fell into a demon back then, and he failed to save him. Are these words an oath made to his powerless self at that time, and to his terrible fate?

After thousands of years and endless regrets, it is really poignant to hear such an oath in people's ears.

The immortal in white pursed his lips, and once again cast his burning eyes on Tu Zhao: "I will ask you one last time, are you willing to worship under my sect and trample on this ridiculous prophecy?"

Tu Zhao's heart suddenly surged with enthusiasm, and he looked straight at the delicate and picturesque face of the immortal. At this moment, whether it was the Tu Ying or the demons, who were uncertain of life or death, he had forgotten all about it, and all he could do was see To see this man who held out his hand to him and asked him if he wanted to rebel against fate.

The thin young man raised his head, gritted his teeth, and said in a trembling voice, "I...I am willing."