Monster, get out of my dream

Entering the main hall of the courtyard, the Great Elder asked Wu Qingyi and Mo Youyin to sit face to face, and then ordered the young Taoist priest to light a cigarette.

"You must be very strange, don't ask me yet, you will know the answer later. Children, please sleep for a while..." The Great Elder smiled softly, his voice very soft.

Both Wu Qingyi and Mo Youyin felt a rush of drowsiness, and fell asleep lying on the table.

"Master, what's going on with them? Why did you use hypnotism on them? And let me light cigarettes to help you sleep?" The young Taoist couldn't help his curiosity and asked the elder.

The Great Elder smiled and shook his head, without answering any questions.

Just when the young Taoist couldn't help asking again, he noticed that Mo Youyin's hand moved, and then Mo Youyin sat up straight and looked around.

"Aren't you fast asleep!" The young Taoist exclaimed, and then immediately shut his mouth when he was stared at by the great elder.

"His Majesty the Demon Emperor, please stay safe." The elder looked at "Mo Youyin" coldly, and the kind smile on his face disappeared at some point.

"Heh, old man Xiangyuan, you're not dead yet..." "Mo Youyin" glanced at the elder and stopped looking at him, but seriously looked at the sleeping person in front of him.

"Demon Emperor Mo Youyin! You deserve to die for this crime, if it weren't for... you would have been out of your wits!" Elder Xiang Yuan said bitterly.

Mo Youyin was looking at Wu Qingyi tenderly, but when he heard Xiang Yuan's words, his eyes turned cold, and he turned to look at Elder Xiang Yuan.

He always wanted to forget something, but Xiang Yuan's words awakened his deep memory again...

The man was holding a sword, with a cold face, and pierced his fatal weakness with a sword...

Mo Youyin's original light blue eyes gradually deepened, that person is really cold-hearted... He really is not soft-hearted at all...

That person is the so-called leader who is sleeping soundly on the table!

Angry in his heart, Mo Youyin really couldn't do anything to Wu Qingyi, but to others...he raised his fist and hit Elder Xiangyuan...

"I said, don't talk to me about that matter again!" Mo Youyin's pupils had completely turned dark blue, and his fist was also covered with a layer of dark blue light.

"Presumptuous! No matter who you are, you can't do anything to Master!" The young Taoist flashed up in front of Elder Xiangyuan, clasped his hands together, and a transparent protective layer rose around his body.

"Oh!"

There were cracks in the protective layer but it was not broken. Mo Youyin saw that the little dot that he used to be able to destroy with a finger actually blocked his attack, and a trace of madness flashed in his eyes.

Then the storm-like attack fell on the protective layer. Of course, the protective layer was shattered by Mo Youyin in a few hits. The young Taoist didn't react in a hurry, and could only watch the fist wind with demonic energy hit his face.

"His Royal Highness, you have to remember that this is the territory of our Immortal Alliance, and you, a monster like you, can't run wild!"

Elder Xiangyuan held a small golden bell in his hand, and the golden bell was engraved with prosperous and profound patterns. It was the faint golden light emitted by this small golden bell that blocked Mo Youyin's attacks from behind.

Jin Mingzhong... Mo Youyin's tyrannical aura is even more powerful after seeing this clock. Jin Mingzhong is the natal celestial weapon of the Great Elder Xiangyuan. It can be attacked, defended and easily defended. Many of his subordinates were killed by this weapon...

If you destroy this fairy artifact, if you destroy this fairy artifact, if you destroy that old guy's natal fairy artifact, that old guy will also suffer a severe injury... The dark blue light in Mo Youyin's right hand is in full bloom. A black sword appeared in his hand.

This ink-colored sword is three feet and three inches long. It is made of iron core that is hundreds of millions of years old in an extremely cold place. It is sacrificed with the blood of millions of people. Take out this sword, and hide the sword energy of this sword. It is estimated that no one will find the location of this sword. It is a very useful sword for assassination and sneak attacks...

This sword is also Mo Youyin's natal magic weapon, and it is also the magic weapon that beheaded countless immortals at that time and made the immortals change their colors.

"This is... Tu Xian from Tu Xian and Demon Killing..." The young Taoist stared at the black sword and said in a daze.

When he entered the immortal sect at the age of eleven or twelve, his master told him about the great battle ten thousand years ago, and also about the grievances and resentments between the leader and the demon emperor... He even explained in detail the relationship between the leader and the demon emperor. The natal fairy (magic) weapon...

The leader's natal celestial weapon is Demon Killing Sword, a clear snow-white sword that can reflect people's shadows. Unlike the Immortal Slaying Sword, the Devil Slaughter Sword is sacrificed with millions of extremely cold objects...

"Qihui, stay away, don't hurt you." Elder Xiangyuan squinted his eyes, "Although the devil has been sealed for several years and his skill has been greatly reduced, his sword..."

"Master, be careful." The young Taoist dodged and ran a long way behind Elder Xiangyuan.

"Old man Xiangyuan, I want your old life today!" Mo Youyin held the sword in his right hand, raised his arm, and swiped the tip of the sword towards the neck of Great Elder Xiangyuan.

Xiang Yuan chuckled lightly: "Your Highness the Demon Emperor, you seem to have forgotten that your skill has not been as good as one-third of its original level after being sealed for such a long time, and this is the territory of our Immortal Alliance, why do you think you have the ability to kill me. "

Mo Youyin didn't speak, just attacked with a frenzied expression... The scene of him being besieged and stabbed to death by the person he loved...

A sword pierced the Jin Mingzhong, Mo Youyin and Xiang Yuan took a few steps back, Xiang Yuan took a few breaths to calm down the turbulent blood in his body, while blood was faintly leaking from the corner of Mo Youyin's evil face.

Mo Youyin raised his left hand to wipe the corner of his lips, looked at the glaring red on the white palm, a cold smile slowly appeared on the corner of his lips, ha, ok, ok, it hurts... unexpectedly was injured again...

The sword on his right hand moved slightly, and Mo Youyin's muscles tensed up, and when he was about to attack again, he felt his left hand being pulled.

"hurt……"

Mo Youyin turned around and saw Wu Qingyi woke up at some point, standing beside him, holding his hand, looking at the trace of blood.

"Ah Qing...why...do you treat me like that..." Mo Youyin muttered blankly looking at Wu Qingyi's cold handsome face.

"You, brother, don't, hit me! (The body you are using now belongs to my brother, you can't beat like this, your body won't be able to bear it!)" Wu Qingyi's cold words woke up Mo Youyin.

Brother, brother... Mo Youyin gritted his teeth, and grabbed Wu Qingyi's collar with his backhand: "From now on, it won't be your brother's, it will be mine! You will be mine too!"

Wu Qingyi was grabbed by the collar by Mo Youyin, he frowned, put his hand on Mo Youyin's shoulder, pursed his mouth stubbornly and stopped talking, but his eyes clearly told Mo Youyin that this was impossible.

Grand Elder Xiangyuan watched Mo Youyin and Wu Qingyi get entangled, he seized the opportunity to raise the golden bell in his hand to grow bigger, he put a piece of Mengyi spice in the golden bell, and then covered the two of them ...

Wu Qingyi and Mo Youyin only felt that when it got dark, they couldn't see anything...

"Damn old man!" Mo Youyin was about to scold when he smelled a faint fragrance, "No, Ah Qing! Don't smell..."

Wu Qingyi didn't have previous memories, and he didn't know spells, so he naturally didn't know the turtle's breath technique. He just glanced at the guy who had fallen on him before he finished speaking, and was about to push him away. He felt a wave of drowsiness hit him, he couldn't resist at all, so he fell asleep like that...