Heaven is fearless

The process of opening the pulse lasted for several hours. From the time when the sun was shining high until the moon was in the middle of the sky, when the midnight was about to pass, the color of the dark green water in the bucket had faded, and it had regained its clear and clear appearance. Zhao's eyes are still full of energy, so bright that they can almost glow. If one ignores the fact that Ming Xiao is pulling him to keep him from slipping into the barrel, it can be said that he should be in very good condition.

Ming Xiao took a look at him, waved his sleeves to shrink the spiritual fire under the barrel and put it back in his palm, then squeezed a protective shield with spiritual power, and handed it to Tu Zhao: "Although it's just a small thing, it's still a person with no sense Huo Ling is a sojourner, take good care of it, and it will be of great use in the future."

He casually handed out another treasure, turned it into a bracelet, and clasped it on Tu Zhao's wrist. Halfway through Tu Zhao's thank you, Master, Ming Xiao grabbed his shoulder and pulled it out like a carrot from the water: "Lingmai For the first opening, you have to enter meditation for three days, and after three days, follow me back to Kunlun Taisu."

After finishing speaking, before Tu Zhao could react, the Immortal Venerable raised his hand and flicked the top of his head, surging spiritual power poured into Tu Zhao Baihui acupoint, the boy closed his eyes without saying a word, and fell into a passive state surrounded by powerful spiritual power. settled down.

Ming Xiao walked into the bedroom with Tu Zhao in one hand, put him on the bed, sat on the couch outside, laid a barrier to protect him, and closed his eyes.

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When Tiandao opened his eyes in Moyu, he felt from the bottom of his heart that he was really working too hard, and was always rushing to catch up.

The waiting maids in the main hall of the Demon Palace saw the first Demon Venerable sitting upright with one hand resting on his stomach, his eyes half-closed with dark red light, like a sleepy lion turning over lazily. Standing up, he glanced at the herbivores passing by in front of him.

He just casually glanced around, but the people who passed his gaze tensed up involuntarily.

——When being stared at by a ferocious beast, even if the opponent has no intention of opening his mouth, the body instinct will scream fear.

Mingxue changed her posture, her big sleeves dangling like water covered her knees, like a flowing galaxy flowing.

"Is the young master awake?"

The maid bowed down and replied respectfully: "I woke up half a quarter of an hour ago, but no one was allowed in, and I have been silent since then."

The demon king seemed to sneer, and when the maid looked up again tremblingly, the throne above was already empty.

A young man with a high ponytail strode into the hall outside the hall. He was well-proportioned and dressed in black clothes. Two long knives were tied behind his back. It's like the kind of chivalrous man who punishes the evil and promotes the good in the ordinary people's storybook.

...But knights will not appear in the Demon Realm, let alone step into the Demon Lord's Demon Palace so openly.

He looked around and saw that there was no one in his superiors. His eyes looked a little disappointed, and he turned to ask the maid beside him, "Is your lord here? I just heard that your lord has gone to Dancheng. Is it mine?"

The maid bowed down again. In the Demon Realm, a powerful man in the Demon Infant Realm who can call the wind and rain can only be a little maid who will bow down to everyone in the Demon Palace: "My lord, my lord, I am going to Dancheng to find you. Young Master's."

The young man's smile froze for a moment, and then his smile became even more exaggerated: "Young master? When did the Demon Realm have a young master? If you lie to me, I will throw you into the well."

His smile was brighter than the sun, but the maid's body trembled slightly, cold sweat began to break out on her back, and she replied with a shivering voice: "I dare not! Lord Shanjun...Young master is, it was His Majesty who brought me from outside. The one who came back is said to be related to that Immortal Venerable... Others, other slaves don't know..."

The demon clan, who is respected as the good king, grew up in the demon realm since childhood, wearing a sunny and cheerful skin, but underneath is a mire that is worse than the most evil. If you insist on choosing a death method, the maid would rather be executed by the lord. He also didn't want to fall into the hands of the lord of Dan City, who knows what kind of well that "well" is!It will never be something used to fetch water.

Fortunately, Shanjun still remembered that this was the Demon Palace of His Majesty, so he just stared at her for a while, then walked away without saying a word.

Silence was restored in the main hall of the Demon Palace. The maid slowly straightened her body and resumed the rigid posture of motionless before, guarding the lamp beside her like a beautiful sculpture.

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In the side hall of the Demon Palace, Tu Ying was sitting on the side of the bed with his back bowed, his eyes were lowered, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After he woke up, he found that his cultivation base had changed by leaps and bounds. The demonic energy that is much more violent than the docile aura is everywhere in the body.

They crowded and rushed back and forth in his spiritual veins, making him feel uncontrollably irritable all the time.

——Want to destroy, want to be angry, want blood, want... slaughter.

The young man whose mind was confused by the demonic energy knew that something was wrong with him at the moment. While he was trying his best to curb such terrible thoughts, he also wanted to obey his will to gain pleasure for himself. Two diametrically opposed thinking pulled him. , so that Tu Ying could only maintain his last sanity and sit on the bed, restraining his desire to destroy everything in sight.

There was a slight vibration from the carpet covered with the beast's fur, and Tuying, whose perception had improved, instantly raised his eyes and looked over: "Get lost!"

His voice was extremely hoarse, as dry as if sandpaper had been rubbed in his throat.

The footsteps paused, and then continued to walk inside maintaining the previous rhythm.

The crimson in Tu Ying's eyes slowly expanded, and the brocade in his hand was eroded by the demonic energy that was scattered outwards driven by his thoughts. The roaring demonic energy in his spiritual veins opened his fangs, and the waves rushed from his dantian roared out from everywhere, condensed into a sharp blade, and raised the butcher knife towards the uninvited outsider.

——Then this menacing ultimate move was inadvertently pressed down by another, more powerful demonic energy.

The Mozun in black robes was looking at him like he was looking at some coquettish little beast, and waved his sleeves lightly to dissipate the demonic energy rushing towards him: "Want to kill me? You are not qualified yet."

He didn't need to say these words at all, Tu Ying, whose demon energy had been mercilessly dispersed, had already sensed the gap between them, the gap that was so desperate that even the heart of resistance could not be raised.

Mingxue looked at Tuying, who seemed to be even more negative after failing to get a blow, and returned to the previous huddled posture, his eyes were full of wonder.

No, shouldn't he be the one who was attacked by his disciples who was depressed and negative?The one who was killed didn't say anything yet, why did the one who attempted to kill him shut himself up first?

Mingxue took a few steps towards Tuying, sized him up, frowned suddenly, and reached out to grab his wrist.

Although Tuying didn't look at him, her whole body was tense all the time, and all her attention was focused on Mingxue. When she saw him stretching out her hand, she didn't know what he was going to do. Just roll aside.

However, Mingxue seemed to have expected his movement, she only flicked her outstretched hand, Tuying's momentum stopped, and she rolled towards Mingxue with the opposite force, her hand was like It was as if it was passed into Mingxue's hands on its own initiative.

The Mozun lowered his eyes calmly, as if he didn't feel Tuying's glaring gaze at all, he pinched Tuying's wrist to sense the direction of the flow of the demonic energy, and after a while he raised his eyelids: "You are on the verge of the retrograde of the demonic energy , don't you feel it?"

Demonic Qi retrograde is almost the same as spiritual Qi retrograde. Generally speaking, it can be summed up by the word "dementedness". Immortal cultivators may die directly or become deranged, while demons become deranged...

This combination sounds a little ridiculous, how can the demons go crazy?However, the "devil" here does not refer to the demon race, but a chaotic bloodthirsty almost like a monster, and a terrifying state of losing reason.

The demons also avoid being "intoxicated" for fear. They just practice differently from those who cultivate immortals, which does not mean that they are not human, but after becoming insane, they can no longer be called human beings, but will gradually become brutal monsters. , or in other words, a man-eating beast without reason.

Compared with it, death on the spot may be a better ending.

When Tu Ying heard the words "devil qi retrograde", a little despair appeared in his eyes. His despair obviously did not come from the last two words, but because he was reminded of the fact that he is a demon cultivator at the moment .

Seeing his expression, Mingxue suddenly laughed: "You are still resisting the demon energy in your body?"

Tuying didn't speak, and Mingxue's expression became cold, showing the usual noble and violent again: "Stupid, cowardly."

Ming Xue's wrist shook Tu Ying violently.

Mingxue raised her brows: "Why, you are still not convinced? I don't know the current affairs, just want to escape with death, isn't it stupid and cowardly, do you still think that you are upright, dignified, tragic and generous?"

Tu Ying was about to be pissed to death by this Demon Lord who distorted the facts and talked about fallacies.

Mingxue sorted out the demonic energy that was running around for him, took out a roll of bamboo slips and threw it in front of him: "I am not the kind of villain who likes to force the good for prostitution. If you really yearn for the righteous fairy gate so wholeheartedly, then I have abolished the Spirit Vein Pill Palace by myself, so I can walk out of the Demon Realm and go back."

His tone was full of malice. Since the abolition of the Spirit Vein Pill Palace, it means that he has lost the ability to cultivate. The pain cannot be described in one or two words. Most people will die in this process, and a small number of people who are lucky will die Will be sick and weak, be riddled with illnesses, and live longer than ordinary people.

For those cultivators who have been able to walk against the wind, cross mountains and rivers, have seen the scenery on the top of clouds, and have had the pride to embrace the moon for nine days, which one can endure such a sad rest of life full of illnesses and confined to the bed?

Mingxue straightened her body, and pointed to the scroll of bamboo slips again: "This deity's "Tianmo Jue" contains all the experience of this deity's practice..."

He narrowed his eyes meaningfully: "This deity is waiting for you to call me master willingly."

The master of the demon palace walked out of the quiet bedroom, and Tuying huddled on the bed. Even with Mingxue's help, that demon master would not love and cherish others. After straightening out the path of the demonic energy, he didn't have any scruples about whether it would hurt his meridians. The internal injury caused by the demonic energy in his body was still aching, and Tuying ignored the pain.

He sat down slowly and raised his hand.

In the palm of his hand, there was a faint devilish energy spinning and gathering, and gradually condensed into a short blade like a blade, which was different from the clear blade condensed by spiritual energy. The short blade in his hand had jagged serrations, and the blade was dark black. There is also a dark red color on the jagged edge like frozen old blood.

Piercing the body with a blade condensed with devilish energy, no matter how powerful a cultivator is, he will die miserably due to the shattering of the true energy protecting the body and the intrusion of the devilish energy into the Dan Palace.

But not enough...

Tu Ying wiped away the terrifying dagger in his hand, thinking.

At this moment, with his weak strength, he can't break through the true energy of other people's body protection. He can stand in the magic palace and not fight for survival like those monsters outside. It is because of the pity of the demon king——

No matter what kind of mentality it is, it is pity.

He can't get out of the Demon Realm now, and he can't kill the Demon Lord, the only thing he can do is...

Tu Ying's eyes fell on the scroll of bamboo slips.

The bamboo slips were thrown down by Mingxue at will. This scroll, which records the exercises practiced by the Mozun, can be said to be a treasure that can attract countless bloody storms. None of the symbolic ropes were tied, and the edges spread out a little, and Tu Ying could see the scribbled ink characters on it.

The young man stretched out his pale fingers tremblingly, and then became firm, holding down the scroll of bamboo slips.

He has to get out alive, he wants to kill Mingxue who ruined his future, he wants to become stronger and stronger than before, so powerful that he can control his own destiny, and let that arrogant and violent Demon Lord do what he did today I regret everything to death!

Moreover, he wants to prove that even if he is in the Demon Realm, he will never become like Mingxue, he...is absolutely different from Mingxue.

Mingxue, who was standing outside the door, pinching the tactic, was always ready to go in to save someone, felt that the restriction he had placed on the bamboo slips had been touched, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that Tu Ying would be stubborn to the end, and he would die if he couldn't think about it.

Dispelling the tactic in his hand, Mingxue raised his chin again, put his hands behind his back, and walked out of the side hall as if nothing had happened, a young man with two knives on his back approached him, his eyes lit up when he saw him , happily ran over: "Your Majesty!"

When he ran close, the admiration in his eyes was almost clearly revealed. Looking at Mingxue, he looked like a puppy looking at his master, with an obsessive fanaticism in his expression, and he was overwhelmed by the bright and lively smile like the sun. The death is hidden below: "Your Majesty, did you go to Dancheng some time ago? Why didn't you come to look for Shan Jun? Shan Jun found a lot of interesting things, and he is waiting to present it to Your Majesty!"

Mingxue glanced at him lightly, with an unmistakable indifference in his eyes.

But Shanjun became excited because of this look.

He stared obsessively at the tyrannical monarch in front of him who controlled the entire Demon Realm with one hand, and was delighted to be close to him.What a, what a powerful monarch this is, no one can not tremble for this kind of power, he follows this kind of power, admires this kind of power, and... longs to get close to this kind of power.