Heaven is fearless

The monarch of the Demon Realm did not restrain the surging demonic energy in his body at all. On the contrary, he released his power almost deliberately and without any scruples. When his voice fell, the demonic energy like a sharp knife hit him in circles. Open, the invisible air wave suddenly pushed away, the devilish energy sharper than the ice cone and fiercer than the storm mercilessly pierced into the bodies of all the demons, penetrated their bodies in an instant, and shattered fiercely. All the flesh and bones that come into contact with it.

Dark-colored blood splashed out, stumps fell to the ground, and some weaker monsters were crushed on the spot without even being able to say a word of begging for mercy, leaving only a splash of blood on the spot, and the rest of the demons Some were torn from the shoulders to the next half of the body, and the luckier ones lost only limbs and other parts.

Although the Demon Lord asked a question, he didn't intend to listen to the answer at all. After the sharp knife-like demon energy gathered and subsided, he lowered his eyes to look at the survivors who were trembling and knelt on the ground and dared not raise their heads.

The vitality of the demons is terrifyingly strong, and his attack this time can't even be called a massacre, it's just a slight punishment.

But people outside the Demon Race seem to be cruel and violent enough.

In the entire lobby, apart from Ming Xue who was standing, only Tu Ying was left sitting on a chair.

Tu Ying pinched the edge of the table with one hand to stabilize her body, and her fingertips were so hard that they sank into the wooden tabletop, turning blue and white from excessive force.

——When the head of that daring monster fell to the ground, he realized that something was wrong, and subconsciously stood up and wanted to run, but at the same time that this thought came to his mind, a gaze fell on him lightly.

That gaze was like a bloodthirsty terrifying beast, with the inhuman, cruel and bloody essence restrained under its calm skin. Tu Ying, who was stared at by this gaze, was frozen all over, he couldn't move at all, he couldn't even move his head slightly. .

Tu Ying's heart was ashamed, he knew that he had been discovered, from the time when the raging demonic energy tore apart all the demons but bypassed him alone... Maybe even earlier, from the gaze that fell on him, he It has already been discovered, or, before what the Demon Race said was heard by the Demon Lord?

After all, how could the high and mighty Mozun choose this mediocre wine shop so aptly?

The demons kneeling on the ground curled up tremblingly, trying their best to reduce their sense of existence, and then lowered, even ignoring the pain of being torn apart alive, and only hoped that they would not be seen by that tyrant .

The long-haired devil in black clothes slowly walked in, stood still among the blood stains on the ground, his brows were condensed, and the black eyes rolled around slightly, arrogantly: "Have you ever said that in the devil's realm, you are not allowed to There are words commenting on the Suzerain of Taisu Sword Sect?"

"—Not even a single word." He said each word with veiled anger in his tone, "What qualifications do you have to judge him?"

The demons lying on the ground trembled and did not dare to say a word. The great fear and despair had overwhelmed them to death. The cultivators both followed the sky and broke their lives against the sky. Those who can survive in the demon world until now The demons even rushed out of countless fights. They dared to drag the people who wanted to kill them fiercely for another life, but such courage, in front of this demon, all turned to ashes.

These demon cultivators, who are brutal and bloodthirsty in front of the immortal cultivators, dare not even raise their heads at this moment.

Mingxue took a few steps forward, the patterns woven with gold thread on the black robe undulated like waves, reflecting shimmering light, he walked a few steps, and finally stopped in front of a table, looking down at Behind the table is a person who is motionless and stiff like a sculpture.

A light gray cloak enveloped the man, and the big hood hung down in front of his face, blocking most of his features. Only his right hand could be seen pinching to the edge of the table, bloodshot from his nails.

"Fear?"

Mingxue looked at him: "You run fast, but this deity just shuts down for a while, and you are gone when you turn around. The whole magic palace can't look down on you. It seems that these people are also trash, and they should be killed. "

Tu Ying's hands trembled, and he raised his head in surprise and anger, his black pupils were full of fiery anger, and after a while, he pursed his lips and showed a sneer: "Does the majestic Demon Lord only vent his anger? Cowardly behavior?" .”

As soon as he said that, two demon cultivators immediately fell to the floor—they fainted from the fright.

The eyes of the rest of the people also went dark, it seems that this time their lives are over!

But before being killed by the Demon Lord to vent his anger, he had to see what the guy who dared to speak wild words looked like, at least he could curse him hard before he died!

However, Mozun did not kill the person who dared to offend, as they thought. Instead, he smiled: "You are very angry? You deliberately angered me, are you asking for death?"

Tuying just looked at him coldly, the youthful spirit in his eyes was not timid at all, and he stared straight at Mingxue's oppressive gaze.

"Why, you are very unwilling to be the disciple of this deity? You are so unwilling that you would rather die?" Mingxue looked at him.

It was as if Tu Ying was going all out, the previous trembling and fear all turned into almost crazy straightforward courage under the pressure of dying: "Cultivate Taoism and immortality! Who wants to be a demon?! Bloodthirsty and brutal, not worthy of being a human being!"

Mingxue pressed her brows and eyes with a heavy expression, and suddenly smiled after a while, and said meaningfully: "Oh——"

He said with some joy: "I understand, you want to worship Kunlun Taisu Sword Sect, you want to worship under his sect, don't you? You respect him, admire him, you want to be close to him, you want to be by his side ..."

Like a child, he looked into Tu Ying's eyes with a secret and curious desire to explore, as if he wanted to look deeply into Tu Ying's deepest heart, and then he suddenly smiled.

This smile looks very strange, that violent and arrogant face seemed to be completely reborn in an instant, filled with a gentle and distant fairy air, and the brows were filled with frosty peace, like the eyes of a fairy, looking at the mountains and rivers with pity, Tuying's pupils shrank——

When the violent Demon Lord showed this smile, he was exactly the same as the sword master on the top of Kunlun Mountain!

This kind of horror can't be expressed in words. The Demon Venerable who has killed countless people in the Demon Realm, whose hands are full of blood, has merged with the Immortal Zun Zun who protects all people above the long wind on the top of the cloud!

It's not simply that they have the same appearance, but even the temperament in their bones is exactly the same. This is simply... too scary!

For some reason, layers of cold sweat broke out on Tu Ying's back. He didn't know why he was like this, but felt as if he had glimpsed something extremely terrifying.

Mingxue smiled at him like this, her voice was extremely low, as if whispering: "Is it very similar? After so many years... Even if I rely on my imagination, I can still figure out what he looks like. I should be away from him. The closest people, but those people don't let me get close to him..."

"Then why are you standing beside him?"

His last sentence was so low that Tu Ying could barely hear it, and the twisted obsession inside was like thick mud that was about to strangle Tu Ying's breathing.

Tu Ying couldn't say a word at the moment, she could only stare at the other person's eyes, as if she was about to be drowned by the things in those eyes.

The corner of Mingxue's mouth had a nasty urchin-like smile: "Do you miss your brother?"

Tu Ying was startled when he heard the words, why did he know that he had an older brother?

Mingxue looked at him: "You don't know yet, it's spread all over the world of comprehension, and your elder brother, Tu Zhao, was accepted as a personal disciple by the lord of the Taisu Sword Sect."

He stared at Tu Ying's face closely, refusing to let go of every expression on his face.

As he expected, the expression of the young man who heard the news was blank, as if he didn't understand what he meant, Mingxue continued to stimulate him: "Ah, also, I heard that the Tu family has recorded his name in the patriarch's branch, and he will It will be the future patriarch—speaking of which, was this position originally yours?"

He purposely questioned Tu Ying in a questioning tone, and stabbed him in the heart mercilessly.

Tu Ying clenched her mouth tightly, her thin lips turned white from being bitten by him, he didn't say a word, just stared straight ahead, his whole face was as pale as transparent.

Seeing his appearance, Mingxue seemed to be a lot happier, and the smile on her brow was cold and true: "Do you hate your brother? He is now a direct disciple of Sect Master Taisu. If you want to avenge him, you can only worship him Master, how are you doing, are you going back to the Demon Palace with this deity?"

Tuying suddenly raised his eyes, stared at him, and suddenly asked in a tone worse than Mingxue: "What about you? Your Majesty the noble, omnipotent, and great Mozun, you hate your Brother?"

The corners of Mingxue's smiling lips were flattened suddenly.

Tuying's viscera were all twisted into a ball, he couldn't tell what his emotions were at the moment, he could only turn all the turbulent and heavy emotions into sharp arrows, and stab them into the person who hurt him: "Don't you hate him?"

Mingxue suddenly raised his eyes: "How can I not hate him—but this has nothing to do with you, ants, if you want to survive, you'd better keep your mouth shut."

But Tu Ying asked the arrogant Mozun in front of him like crazy: "You hate him? You hate him, but you dare not even mention his name?!"

——Is this hatred, or longing that you dare not even touch?

Mingxue's eyes suddenly filled with a real killing intent: "What are you talking about?!"

Tuying didn't flinch at all. Seeing Mingxue's reaction at the moment, she laughed happily: "You hate him, but you've been thinking about his current appearance? Arrest me—is it because you're afraid that he will take me as a slave?" A gangster? You envy me the right to stand right beside him—but you don't! Only you don't!"

Mingxue's side was surrounded by demonic energy that was several feet high, and the stone building failed to even make a whimper, and was silently turned into dust under the blade of the demonic energy. The surviving demons groaned With a sound, half of them were knocked out by the magic energy and flew to nowhere, and the unlucky half were directly crushed by the magic energy. They followed the footsteps of those of the same kind a quarter of an hour ago and turned into a pool of blood on the ground. Soon, even this pool The blood was completely eroded by the devilish energy.

——You should be the closest person to him, but anyone can stand by his side, except you!

Tuying's words were sharper than Xiaoxue Tianjian's sword edge, and Mingxue's cheeks were tense. At this moment, he looked nothing like that white-clothed immortal. There was a scarlet glow in his jet-black pupils. The blood dagger is even more terrifying.

This time, Mingxue's demonic energy could not bypass Tuying. The 15-year-old boy's mouth began to bleed, and moist and warm liquid gushed out from the corners of his eyes and ear holes. He wiped his face and looked at his palms. Leaning against the wall behind as if falling, he opened his mouth to Mingxue and smiled.

The snow-white teeth were covered with scarlet blood, Tu Ying swallowed the blood, quietly looked at the crazy demon in front of him, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

Look, even the Demon Venerable who holds the power in the Demon Realm and is so powerful that he can cross several worlds, is just a poor ghost at this moment, and can only vent his anger with such powerless anger-how sad.

Tu Ying's heart was peaceful, he closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

I heard from him that my elder brother was accepted as a disciple by Sword Master Mingxiao?

That's great, then he won't be bullied in the future.

However, the death that was to come has not yet come. A cold hand was pressed on the top of Tu Ying's head. With loose black hair and a smear of ruthless crimson at the end of his eyes, with a poisonous smile like drinking blood, the Mozun tore off the baby who had just died. The skin that was pretending to be gentle looked at him viciously: "You laugh at me? What right do you have to laugh at me? When you are like me, you will be able to experience the feeling of being pointed at by your brother with a sword, and him There is no balance between power and being hunted down by him..."

In Tuying's eyes that widened suddenly, Mozun smiled and said, "Come, taste my pain."

The thick and nearly black devilish energy poured cruelly into the young man's body from the Baihui acupoint like a river flowing backwards.

The author has something to say: Tuying: Come on!Hurt each other!

Mingxue: Scared, a little flustered, I don’t know what else to say, so I can only do it.