Heaven is fearless

The moment the magic energy was poured into the spirit veins, Tuying's body convulsed and fell limp. His eyes were lifeless, and he opened his mouth to let out a mournful, inhuman voice. Bleeding, but in Mingxue's eyes, he didn't make a loud sound at all, just spewed out broken moans intermittently, which were softer than the purring of a kitten.

Immortal energy and demonic energy are naturally opposed to each other. Without any protective measures, a cultivator will fall into a demon. The pain would scare even the most hard-hearted person. Tu Ying can no longer feel anything. Severe pain raged in his spiritual veins, like countless steel knives shuttled through the fragile and precious spiritual veins, cutting the most important and precious spiritual veins of the immortal cultivator into slag inch by inch.

The celestial spirit energy of the Qingling was devoured by the violent demonic energy. Every time it was devoured, the spiritual veins were dissipated by an inch. The vortex at the dantian was forcibly twisted by the Demon Lord to form the Dan Palace where the demonic energy was accumulated. The body of Tu Ying He collapsed, and Mingxue grabbed the skirt of his clothes and sat up again, fingers feebly scratching the ground, ten nails curled up and split, bleeding came out, but Tu Ying couldn't feel it at all.

...It hurts, it hurts too much.

How could there be such pain in this world!

The handsome young man's cheeks were distorted into a hideous and hideous appearance due to the pain, but his black eyes were wide open. Bloodshots climbed up to cover his eyeballs like vines, and warm blood gushed out from his mouth, which stained his face in an instant. Wet the placket and neckline.

The strength in the boy's flexible and slender body is skyrocketing, because the living environment in the Demon Realm is extremely cruel, and the Demon Cultivator also pays attention to improving the physical strength in addition to cultivating the Demon Qi, which is far more than that of the Immortal Cultivator.

The powerful and brutal force rampaged through Tuying's body without any scruples, tearing up and grinding everything he encountered. Tuying's internal organs were constantly destroyed and quickly reborn under the protection of Mingxue. It was as if Tu Ying's consciousness had been torn apart.

And Mingxue, who was half bent and pressed one hand on the top of Tuying's head, just lowered his eyes calmly. Like a mask, the real expression hidden under the mask is enough to make everyone feel scared——

It was a kind of beauty that was different from violence and luxury, but it was calm like a machine. No one who saw his eyes would suspect that there was nothing in this man's eyes.

He couldn't see the crying and whining young man in front of him, nor could he see the demons running away in a panic in the distance.

He might be seeing something larger, more expansive, like...

——It's like a god looking at the world he created from the top of the clouds.

Could it be that the gods will set their sights on a specific person?

There is neither sadness nor joy in this man's eyes, neither me nor others.

Looking at Tuying through the incarnation of Mingxue, Tiandao was casually pondering in his heart the amount of demonic energy that Tuying could withstand and the amount of magical energy needed to transform him into a demonic cultivator, and heard the voice as small as a child There was a timid sound in my ear: "Wow...he looks so painful."

Tiandao lowered his eyes to look at Tuying's pale paper-like cheeks and completely unconscious pupils, pinched Tuying's chin with his other hand, checked the other person's expression, and made sure that he could no longer hear the outside world at all. Only then did he reply to the words of the law in his consciousness: "It should be, he is already in pain."

Under the erosion of devil energy and endless rebirth and death, Tu Ying didn't even have the qualifications to pass out, so he could only bear this kind of boundless torture forcibly.

"He will hate you to death when he wakes up." Fa Li sympathetically squatted on Tu Ying's shoulders, the boy's sweat had soaked through his whole clothes, his hair was wet on his cheeks, his complexion was pale, and his breath was so weak that he almost couldn't feel it arrive.

"Is there any way, there will always be such a thing," Tiandao replied helplessly, "I want to make him happy, and it is not impossible to let him follow Mingxiao to Kunlun Mountain, but the precedent of Chuzhang proves that Is this not feasible?"

A born ghost king, even if he obtains the crown belonging to the lord for a short time, he will eventually return to the ghost beast, and even he has suffered a lot, and all the glory has become a link that drives him to become a ghost, like a ghost Everything was preordained long ago.

It is impossible for a ghost king to ascend to the throne of the human race. In the same way, a king who should call the wind and rain in the demon race should not practice fairy arts on the top of the clouds in Kunlun Mountains.

"Chu Zhang died so miserably, but in the end he still failed to become the real master, so Tu Ying doesn't have to follow his old path." Tiandao said, "And if he goes to Kunlun, after his cultivation level is advanced, it will be dangerous for him to fall into the devil. It's not as easy as it is now."

Indeed, Tuying is currently only a minor cultivator in the qi refining period, and it is already so painful to undergo the training of the devil qi. If he improves his cultivation in the future and walks the path of falling into the devil, the torture will be a hundred times or even a thousand times what it is today.

The supreme Dao between heaven and earth stared at the delirious future Demon Venerable under him, and sighed: "Why do you make me look like a villain?"

Law slandered in his heart: Isn't your behavior an evil person in Tu Ying's eyes?

As if Tiandao had heard its slander, Mingxue raised the sharp red eyes lazily, revealing a bit of laziness and coldness: "There is neither good nor evil between heaven and earth, it is just a mayfly in the years."

"Besides, it can be said that Ming Xiao, who cultivated immortality, ascended to give way to Tu Zhao. Have you ever heard of the soaring of the demon cultivator? If Tu Ying doesn't hate me, I still have to figure out how to retire from the demon king. It’s a good time to give up the position to him, and it’s fine to be killed by him directly, so you don’t have to think of a way.”

As Tiandao said, his voice became obviously happy.

In the end, he tried his best to restrain the joy of imagining the picture of the future, and calmed down his tone: "In order to maintain the stability of the world, I also worry about it."

Law was sluggish for a while, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong, and finally hesitantly agreed: "It's... isn't it?"

At this time, the black pupils of Tu Ying, who was half kneeling on the ground, had a little blood-red luster, and a violent and oppressive feeling unique to a demon cultivator emanated from him, and the ground under his knees sank several inches suddenly, and Yang In the dust, the immortal dagger stuck in the boy's waist made a rattling sound, as if it was broken into several pieces in the scabbard.

There was a smile on the corner of Mingxue's mouth, she stopped instilling demonic energy, pinched Tuying's chin and shook it, and said slowly and cruelly: "My good apprentice, wake up, the demon palace is still waiting for you!" Your young master is going back."

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At the same time, Tu Zhao, who was holding up his sword and practicing basic sword skills, suddenly trembled like an electric shock, and his hands and feet became stiff. Seeing him stop, the servant who supervised his sword practice couldn't help but look over: "Master?"

Although he is a servant, he is also an immortal cultivator who has opened the eight meridians of the Tu family and laid the foundation step by step. His strength is not weak, and it is more than enough to teach a Tu Zhao the basic sword skills.

After all, it's nothing more than teaching other things. Letting that Sword Master Mingxiao teach him the basic swordsmanship that everyone in the comprehension world has mastered, even Tu Zhao would feel uneasy, not to mention others.

Tu Zhao didn't care about the servant's question, he stood there in a daze, only feeling that his heart and lungs were tightly entangled, and there was a secret and desperate pain spreading from all over his body. He was being tortured by Ling Chi, but he obviously didn't have any wounds——

No, wait, it should be... Ah Ying!

Tu Zhao's hand holding the sword was trembling, what happened to A Ying?Why is he in such pain?The thought that penetrated the soul and longed for death was so strong that even he could feel it!

There is a legend about twins sharing a soul, but Tu Zhao Tu Ying does not have such a magical experience of perceptual intercommunication on weekdays, and there is no special telepathy in the past 15 years. Brothers in the family trust each other more and love each other more. Sometimes, when they hear rumors of twins communicating with each other, Tu Ying will regret that they didn't...

It turns out that there is no, is it because all the feelings are not strong enough?

Tu Zhao clutched the clothes on his chest, and his head was overwhelmed by intense sadness and pain. With a clang, the long sword fell to the ground, and he slowly squatted down, calling Tu Ying's name over and over again in his heart blankly.

"Master?" Tu Zhao's performance was too abnormal. The servant taught him how to practice sword here for two days. After Zhao stopped, the servant's first reaction was not that he wanted to be lazy, but whether he had hurt his muscles and bones due to irregular posture.

"Master, where is the injury?" The servant came over and wanted to check Tu Zhao's hands and feet, when the door of the main room creaked open.

The fairy in white clothes stepped out and glanced at him. He immediately understood, withdrew his hand, bowed respectfully to Sword Master Ming Xiao, and then quietly retreated out.

Carrying Tuying who had just entered the magic palace back to the magic palace, he rushed here to see Tu Zhao's heavenly way, and was a little embarrassed to see the young man curled up in a ball with his back turned to this side in the middle of the courtyard.

It's time to comfort me, right?But it was Ming Xiao's younger brother who caused Tu Ying such pain, and this identity seemed inappropriate to comfort him...

Tiandao fell into a dilemma.

But before he could figure out a rule, the squatting boy realized that there was someone behind him. He buried his head deeply between his knees, wiped his tears on his clothes and pants, put on a smiling face, stood up and turned his head: "Mr. Honorable! I have already memorized the thirteen postures of Huifeng, what will I learn next?"

He acted as if nothing had happened, Ming Xiao saw that there were still some red and swollen marks on his eyes, but he didn't expose him, and slowly walked down the steps covered with dead flowers with his hands behind his back, the hem of his clothes trailed on the deep red and light purple fallen flowers, like Clouds and mist floated in the world of mortal nephrite, and his tone was light: "Behind? Swing the sword [-] times a day."

"Eh?!" Tu Zhao's eyes widened suddenly, and he repeated blankly, "One, ten thousand times?!"

The fairy in the sky in front of him raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at him seriously with ice-snow indifferent eyes: "What's wrong? When I first entered Kunlun, the master asked me to swing the sword [-] times a day, can't you?"

Tu Zhao looked at him stupidly, and began to rack his brains to think how many times he swung his sword in total today?It seems to be three thousand?Or three thousand five?

... The more he thought about it, the more flustered Tu Zhao's expression gradually became panicked, as if a child realized that he had done something wrong, he bent down and grabbed the long sword that he had just dropped on the ground, and rushed towards Ming Xiao. Hastily retreated: "I, I'm going to practice swords now!"

The boy ran away with his sword in his arms and disappeared. Ming Xiao was raising his hand to say something, seeing him disappearing into the path around the bamboo forest in an instant, he couldn't help being silent for a while.

Forget it, I will tell Tu Zhao next time that he was already in the middle stage of foundation establishment when he went to Kunlun...

Those in the foundation building period and mortals who have not opened their veins are two completely different concepts.

However, Tu Ying's side has become a demon, and even his cultivation base has risen by two small ranks. Tu Zhao's side can't just ignore it. When he finds that he can't complete this goal and asks him, let's open his pulse. .

Ming Xiao was thinking casually, when a wave of spiritual energy suddenly caught his attention.

There was a light blue light on the Taisu Sovereign Token in his sleeve, and the Immortal Venerable pointed to gather spiritual energy and flicked it on the token, the restriction was broken in response, and an old and majestic voice sounded from it: "Sovereign, the Demon Realm has been sealed. The fact of the break-up was informed to the sects. In order to negotiate and deal with related matters, each faction proposed to hold the Wanzong Conference in advance. It just so happened that the Guild Banquet for the selection of young talents once every ten years was also held recently. What they meant was that it is better to work together. It was held at the same time. How about the sect's plan?"

Ming Xiao searched the memory in his mind for a while, and then remembered what the Zhegui Banquet was. It was just a competition for young talents in the cultivation world to exchange martial arts. It was called a "banquet". In fact, it had nothing to do with eating. Time is still fighting.

However, this Laurel Banquet is recognized as an important event in the cultivation world. Most of the younger generation of cultivators will exchange ideas with their peers here. Every time the top spot will definitely occupy a place in the cultivation world, it is an excellent means of fame.

...It is suitable for Tu Zhao to observe one or two.

The immortal, who is very self-conscious as a teacher, thought so, and secretly counted the days, then he had to put the matter of opening the pulse of Tu Zhao on the agenda as soon as possible.

After making a trick, he injected the silver-blue spiritual power into the suzerain's order to activate the sound transmission circle, and Ming Xiao said in a cold voice: "Yes, the venue will be set at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. On the fifteenth day of next month, I will take my disciples back to the mountain. .”

The author has something to say: This chapter can be regarded as a transitional chapter. After all, it can’t always be such an exciting plot, so I should give you a buffer [Look how considerate I am]

Tiandao: The twins will make progress together, I am very fair.

Tuying: Wow - [spit out a mouthful of blood]

Tu Zhao:? [I still don't know what's going to happen]