I rely on green tea to coax the amnesia master back

He Tingfeng frowned, disliked that Dong Zhuo and others were in the way, and left Wushangqing first without waiting, and headed for the so-called demon cultivator gathering place - Shifang Prison.

Strange to say, he has lived in Wuzhou for thousands of years, but he has never heard of the title of Demon King of Ten Directions Prison.Xianjun blamed it on himself being too closed-eyed and indifferent to everything other than merit.

Although what Duan Qingyun said made him shake, but for some reason, He Tingfeng still had an ominous premonition in his heart. He secretly spied on the secret, but found that this ominous feeling was directed directly at Shenlou.

Therefore, how can He Tingfeng sincerely agree to come out of the mountain, and try his best to eradicate the devil.Along the way, he was thinking about whether it would be easier to level the entire Shifang Prison, and after finishing this, he would go to find his apprentice.

But what Xianjun didn't expect was that the distance between this so-called Moxiu Palace and Supreme Qing was not too far.Especially when he saw the majestic palace in front of him, except for the external decoration, its structure and Feng Shui were similar to Wu Shangqing, he felt a little strange in his heart.

The owner of the palace didn't seem to care about the outside world's opinion, so he directly built the black palace. From the outside, it always has a kind of eerie feeling.

But now, the entire Ten Square Prison is surrounded by a seemingly shallow barrier.But since it looks like it, it means that it is not easy to defeat, if not, the Xianmen family will not have wiped it out for many years.

But He Tingfeng dismissed this. To him, the barrier made by the Demon King of the Ten Directions Hell is nothing more than a trivial skill. With a wave of his hand, the barrier will disappear like a tide, and thus, the palace will be completely exposed to the public. .

He didn't even stop in his footsteps, he flew up directly and jumped into the Ten Square Prison.At the same time, with spiritual power condensed in his hands, it seemed that he was ready to raze the Ten Square Prison to the ground at any time.

But it's very strange that the interior of this magic repair palace doesn't seem to be as chaotic and evil as he imagined.The decoration also echoes the exterior, which is no different from Supreme Haru.

He Tingfeng leaned over and looked, as far as he could see, all the disciples in Shifang Prison were working diligently and diligently. Although they breathed out the breath of demons and wore black clothes, none of them slacked off. From this appearance, he may be more diligent than many of Xian Wushangqing's disciples.

This is not the same as what the outside rumors say, it seems to be another fairy gate at all.

He Tingfeng's heart fluctuated sharply, but he still didn't stop there, but the spiritual power in his hands had already dissipated.And not far away from him, there seemed to be a surge of demonic energy rising into the sky, sweeping through the clouds, and Xianjun focused his eyes, determined the target, and flew towards this place.

Before people arrive, spiritual power arrives first.

The seemingly demonized man sensed the attack from behind, and without even turning his head, he directly threw a blow of demonic energy.

One black and one white, exploded in mid-air, with the potential to shake the earth and destroy the mountains.

He Tingfeng landed on his toes, with one hand behind his back.Immediately, the man in front of him with his back turned slowly turned around, revealing a face wrapped in a black mask.

The mask obviously didn't contain any patterns, but against the pair of emotionless eyes exposed by this man, it looked particularly sinister and chilly.

For some reason, He Tingfeng managed to glimpse the shadow of his apprentice from this person's figure.Especially those eyes that were almost controlled by the inner demon, for a moment, it reminded He Tingfeng of the time when Shenlou in the Forbidden Abyss went mad.

But he knew in his heart that his apprentice was only cultivating demons, and he definitely could not become a demon master behind his back. Moreover, he had never heard of this Ten Square Prison. It may be a new palace that was built in recent years. It is simply stupid to try to mess up the world. extreme.

He Tingfeng's right hand condensed broken jade, in fact, it's okay for him not to use a weapon, but the time may be delayed.And he also wanted to deal with this monster in advance so that he could search for the apprentice who had disappeared, so he couldn't keep his hand.

The masked man on the opposite side seemed to be surprised when he saw Xianjun, his eyes softened slightly, but then he saw He Tingfeng's menacing attack, and the first blow was missed.

He was hit directly on the chest, and his whole body flew nearly ten meters away. His back was firmly mounted on the tree trunk, and then he fell to the ground.

The man wiped away the blood from the corner of his lips with trembling hands, and raised his head in disbelief, meeting He Tingfeng's indifferent eyes.

All of a sudden, the scene in front of him successfully corresponded to the nightmare, Shenlou smiled wryly inappropriately, thinking, his master really came to kill him.

But at the same time, Shen Lou knew very well that He Tingfeng probably didn't know his identity, and in fact, as long as he took off the mask he was wearing, perhaps his life crisis could be avoided.

However, just as his heart was cold when he saw He Tingfeng holding up the Duanyu, Shen Lou could no longer take off his mask with peace of mind, and use his original face to face Xianjun.

He is cowardly, cowardly and incompetent.

Instead of using his own face to stop the master, it would be better to die under He Tingfeng's sword.Shenlou thought almost maliciously, in this way, he could sleep forever, and no longer be frightened by the revival of his master's memory.

Furthermore, if the master later found out that the devil who died in his hands was an apprentice he had raised for many years, would he have any regrets for him?

Shen Lou discarded all the unwanted images, closed her eyes obediently, and waited for death to come.

He Tingfeng couldn't help being a little puzzled when he saw this, and he never thought that this so-called Ten Fang Prison Demon King's martial arts could be compared to ants.Xianjun began to wonder, thinking that it is possible that his skill has improved again, and then he witnessed the masked man slowly closing his eyes.

It was only then that he realized that where his martial arts improved, it was because the opponent completely gave up resistance and waited quietly for his fate.

For some reason, He Tingfeng looked at those inexplicably familiar eyes, and his hands froze slightly. When the broken jade pierced the man's chest, he flicked his hand abruptly, staggering the fatal part of his heart.

But Shenlou was still seriously injured by this blow, blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his lips.His eyes were empty, and he only stared at the ice-blue sword on his chest. His flesh and blood seemed to be churning inside, disturbed by the sword, so painful that he couldn't even make a sound.

He raised his head slightly, looked at He Tingfeng's slightly complicated gaze, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

That crystal made He Tingfeng suddenly uneasy, and there was always a feeling that things were out of control.

He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and raised his hand, as if he wanted to take off the mask on the man's face.

However, the moment his fingertips touched the mask, a bloody light suddenly shot out from the eyes of the man in black in front of him, and his whole body overflowed with devilish energy. Such a huge impact forced He Tingfeng back three steps.

Shen Lou only felt that his head was about to explode, and the inner demon was chanting spells desperately, ready to replace him at any time.Perhaps the blood stimulated the inner demon, making him aware of the death will of the owner of this body.

As a result, the devilish energy flew wildly in an instant, and at a certain moment, it even took control of Shen Lou's body, and was quickly suppressed by him.But even so, Shen Lou's mind was still greatly affected, he couldn't tell whether the person standing in front of him was a master or a demon, and the curses in his mind almost made him want to split himself.

When Duan Yu flew over, his devilish energy surged all over his body, and the blood from the wound on his chest had already congealed, but he still looked ferocious.When the sword edge approached an inch away from his body, the magic energy suddenly enveloped it, and instantly bounced to a high place.

He Tingfeng's eyes froze, and he recalled Duanyu casually, holding it in his palm, with a bit of fear in his eyes.But he still wanted to take off the mask, so he didn't show mercy, and brought Duan Yufei to him.

Hearing a "噗", Shenlou also drew his long sword and collided with Duanyu.But he is not good at using melee weapons, and the weapon in his hand is not as good as Duanyu, under one blow, it actually broke from the middle.

He took a step back and threw away the long sword that was out of hand.In an instant, a few plum blossoms flew out from the cuffs. The sharp hidden weapon that looked like plum blossoms and darts was thrown directly at He Tingfeng.

Xianjun leaned back to avoid it, but before he stood still, he saw the plum blossom attacking from behind him again like a boomerang.He Tingfeng soared into the air, stepped lightly on Meihuaduo with his toes, and looked down at Shenlou from a height.

The more difficult the enemy was, the more excited He Tingfeng was.It has been a long time since his ascension, and no one has been able to match him.

Xianjun has been in a near-invincible situation for a long time, and every day he hopes that someone in the five continents will follow him and ascend to sainthood.But until now, he is still the only immortal in Wuzhou.

Although this little ghost in front of him is cultivating in the way of magic, if he improves his skills for a few more years, he may be able to compete with him.However, even if the result is already doomed, He Tingfeng still decided to take it easy and let him gain a happy victory in this battle where he can see the winner.

He fell vertically from the plum blossom directly, and he never missed it. There was a flash of panic in the masked man's eyes.But that was only for a moment, because after he stood still, the other party's expression returned to normal.

He Tingfeng took Duanyu. He didn't want to rely on weapons to bully children. The weapons used by the kid on the other side were not very convenient. First, the long sword shattered, and although the plum blossoms he threw were slightly better, most of them were not as good as his Simply use magic.

That being the case, it would be better if he also sinks Duanyu into his dantian, and fights with both fists, no one can take advantage of it.

During the process, He Tingfeng repeatedly tried to uncover the man's mask, but was resolved by the other party with ingenuity.This black and white, ups and downs between the woods.

Xianjun slapped his palm from the air, the man didn't have time to think about it, he sideways dodged, at the same time, he swung his right hand and hit the place where He Tingfeng was standing.

He jumped into the air, only to see that the opponent's blow had already blasted a not-so-small hole, which was enough to show that the opponent's internal strength was so deep.

Appreciation flashed across He Tingfeng's eyes. At this moment, he completely forgot that he originally wanted to deal with the devil directly, and then went to find out the whereabouts of his apprentices.

But at this time, he and the opponent in front of him clearly met by chance, but they both tried their best and had a hearty fight.

Clothes fluttered, spiritual power splashed, either blue or black, although they couldn't melt, they were entangled together like inseparable.Looking closely, the surging spiritual power or demonic energy almost engulfed the entire five continents, which was even more exciting than the fighting at the Chongyang Summit.

He Tingfeng seized the opponent's weakness, deflected his palm, and struck the man's face straight, all the way unimpeded.His fingers were about to touch the opponent's mask, and when Xianjun wondered why the attack went so smoothly, a touch of warmth suddenly appeared on his side cheek.

Much like the touch of a kiss on thin lips.

But when it is touched, it is disintegrated, it seems to be nothing, and I have not even tasted the slightest taste.

He Tingfeng was shocked immediately, and his face changed slightly.His arms were frozen in mid-air, unable to move.He couldn't believe what happened to him just now, was... being underestimated?

Xianjun has lived for more than a thousand years, and he never thought that someone would hit his ancestors with ideas.

Not to mention that very few people can get close to him, even if there are close friends, no one dares to do this.Trying to blaspheme the immortal, isn't he taking the initiative to force himself to die?

The roots of his ears were completely red, and even the tip of his nose was slightly pink.His expression was shy and angry, but when He Tingfeng looked directly at the man who looked exactly like his apprentice, what was more in his heart was an inexplicable strange feeling.

The man in front of him took a few steps back and stood still.The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he was still smiling, looking quite happy.But in He Tingfeng's eyes, this expression was full of teasing and provocation.

He Tingfeng hadn't figured out the source of that feeling before, his palm wind mixed with ten successes charged instantly, the destination was very obvious, it was the masked man's chest.

Seeing this, the man also subconsciously condensed his magic energy, preparing to fight with his strength.But when Xianjun's palm wind came, for some reason, he relaxed his body slowly to dissipate the devilish energy.

Then he opened his arms obediently, closed his eyes, and quietly waited for the attack to come.

Xianjun's unreserved spiritual power arrived in a flash, and the man was hit by a blow. The man was hit by the fierce palm wind, and he flew into the air directly, and then fell rapidly like a falling butterfly.

The wind blew away his loosely tied ribbons.

The mask slid off his face.