Long Aotian's apprentice always pretends to be weak

Chu Huan opened his eyes, and the aura dissipated immediately. Wang Shao, who was suspended in the air, had no support—he fell down suddenly.

He hit his head against the wall with a muffled sound.

He leaned against the wall and trembled, his eyelids twitched, and he unconsciously grasped the ground with his hands. He gradually came to his senses, and stared blankly at the ground.

The initial fear and calculation were gone from his expression.

The soul search technique has always been strong. If it were not for the use of some medium, the soul searched person would become delirious and behave stupidly after the search.

Now Wang Shao's appearance is also expected by Chu Huan.

Chu Huan got up, but before he could do anything, a sharp and ear-piercing cry sounded.

I saw Wang Shao looked at him—kicking his legs and leaning back, his eyes full of panic and wanting to escape.

"do not come!"

His fingertips had already broken a few bloodstains because he grabbed the ground with all his strength.

Chu Huan was not moved by this, but on the contrary, his expression was a little more impatient.

Looking at the panic-stricken person in front of him, he raised his hand and stroked lightly in the air, then called a few people and ordered them to deal with this person, then turned around and stepped out of the side hall.

At the same time, blood was gradually oozing from Wang Shao's eyes behind him, and a line of blood burst out above his eyes. Immediately afterwards, his face collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the voice in his throat also dropped. ?The shouting turned into a strange scream from extrusion and friction.

The few people who were called to deal with him were not surprised at all. They quickly covered Wang Shao in a bag and transported him out.

This kind of bloody scene is commonplace for demon cultivators, but I don't know how the people inside provoke their demon lord.

It's really bold.

……

After leaving, Chu Huan returned to the dormitory. In the past few days, he stayed by Xiao Zhuo's side almost every day, sending spiritual power to him. He only left for a while because of important matters at the door.

The person on the bed was still sleeping, his face was pale without a trace of blood, and the magic circle around him was fluctuating in light colors. As Chu Huan approached, the aura of the magic circle became stronger and stronger.

The rest of the wounds on Xiao Zhuo's body were healed, but the broken golden core didn't change at all, perhaps because of these, or because of the unformed Nascent Soul, he couldn't wake up all the time.

Chu Huan took a closer look, leaned against the edge of the bed, and sealed Xiao Zhuo's acupoints with a formula in his hands, wrapping his golden core with spiritual power to nourish it.

After being exhausted, he withdrew his spiritual power, picked Xiao Zhuo up from the couch, turned around and walked out.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with his current behavior.

Whether it was due to cause and effect or personal affection, he did not want Xiao Zhuo to die.

-

The outside world is far less peaceful than inside the Chenmen, and Beilu is much more chaotic than before. Most of the demon cultivators who were originally attached to the ghost-faced Demon Lord have taken refuge in the Chenmen, and only a few people have gone to the Dry Demon Lord. There.

As a weaker party, the Dry Jue Demon Lord seldom appears in other people's mouths. Although he is worldly and the weakest in cultivation, he has never had anything out of the ordinary and can retreat unscathed every time.

Naturally, it can also attract some people with ideas.

"Fortunately, I heard the news that Yanchen Demon Lord was seriously injured that day and restrained myself from going." - Moxiu, who was wearing a bunt, looked at the direction of Chenmen, with fear in his expression.

"If I go, I'm afraid I'll have to go to Lord Nightmare Chen and die."

The person beside him laughed, and said: "You are like this, but you can't get there, after all, even the ghost-faced devil king is gone, let alone you, let alone you, ten can't stand up live."

—The few people next to him burst out laughing.

Moxiu, who was wearing a bunt, paused for a moment, and said disdainfully: "Everyone wants to get a piece of the pie, after all, he is the Demon Lord."

"It's good that the ghost-faced devil Lord moved so fast, so he left so impatiently."

"that is......"

After chatting for a few words, the few people suddenly stopped talking, and a man came beside him. He had a withered complexion and a pale beard.

"Devil Monarch Dry Jue." Several people hurriedly saluted.

The old man glanced at a few people from the corner of his eye, his beard trembled, and he left without saying a word.

After the old man had gone far away, several people looked at each other:...Maybe the devil heard something?

However, the few people didn't ask any questions, they just returned to their respective positions and didn't continue to gossip.

-

On the other side of the Chen Gate, Meng Jiu was pestering Yu Niang for questioning, but even Yu Niang offered a jar of wine, but he couldn't make him leave.

"Does the person brought by the sect master, Yu Niang, know him? Why does the sect master care about him so much?" Meng Jiu sat on the wooden chair, asked with a confused face, and there was still a little sadness in her eyes.

"When the sect master comes out, you will know if you ask the sect master yourself." Yu Niang said holding a jade pestle in her hand.

On weekdays, she is the most leisurely, and Meng Jiu likes to hang out with her the most. Today, for some reason, she brought up this matter again while talking.

When the head of the sect brought people back, Xiao Jiu'er asked around, and after getting no accurate answer, she stopped for a while, and brought it up again today somehow.

"But I don't understand." Meng Jiu frowned, sighed, and murmured in a low voice: "Liar, what should the sect master care about?"

"Huh?" Yu Niang only heard the word "liar", stopped the gavel in her hand, raised her head and asked, "What did Xiao Jiu just say?"

"I met the sect master today, so I asked." Meng Jiudao: "But the sect master told me that he is a habitual liar."

"I won't say anything else. What does the sect master mean?" Meng Jiu let go of all her strength, leaned on the back of the chair and wrinkled her cheeks and looked at the roof.

"No matter what, since the head of the sect cares, Xiao Jiu shouldn't be curious anymore." Yu Niang said with some thoughts in her heart, pounding the jade pestle in her hand.

Meng Jiu cared too much about the sect master's affairs. In the past, the sect master was the most clingy one when he came back. Earlier, he could be said to have a child's heart, but now if the sect master brings someone he likes, then this Nianxiang naturally shouldn't exist.

Meng Jiu still wanted to refute something, opened his mouth and held it back, he felt a little distressed, but he didn't know why, the sect master was so kind to that person, he not only sent spiritual power to him, but even repaired it for his injury. - a jade lotus pond.

"……All right."

He patted his cheeks dejectedly, took the small jade vat beside Yu Niang, and started pounding it too.

......

Chu Huan went to Jade Lotus Pond with Xiao Zhuo in his arms.

Buried under the jade lotus pond is the previous spiritual vein, and the surrounding jades used to build walls are also rare spiritual jades.

Chu Huan looked down at Xiao Zhuo, then took off his clothes one by one, hugged Lian Xin, who had the most aura, and sat down, and formed seals in his hands.

It's faster to remove laundry.

After a while, Chu Huan's movements suddenly stopped, and Fen Yuan, who was standing beside him, trembled slightly, and then flew out of the scabbard, stabbing fiercely into the distance.

But this - but stabbed a void.

When the sword light penetrated, the light-colored mist in the distance gave way by itself, and then returned to its original state.

Chu Huan looked behind him, protecting Xiao Zhuo tightly in his movements.

"Chu Huan."

The light-colored mist approached.

Everything around seemed to have quieted down, as if isolated from the outside world.

"who?"

Chu Huan frowned slightly, he had a vague guess in his mind.

"The way of heaven here..." said the group of mist.

His tone of voice lacked energy, and he was even weaker than when Chu Huan first saw him, and he couldn't even condense into a human form.

"The Son of Heaven is dying, and I will also disappear."

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