After picking up the merman junior brother, I was forced to eat soft food

"Life and death contract." Yan E answered for him, "If Shangxian dies, Elder Xiaoju will die too."

"This..." Everyone was shocked.

"But this is not the solution. He has merged with the inner demon, and if it is not removed, the inner demon will never dissipate."

Everyone was worried, and then looked up at the fight above.

Those two smashed the sky, clouds and shadows, making the sky dim and the earth dark.

A figure came slowly, pushing aside the crowd little by little: "What life and death deed?"

"It's the Shangxian who is connected to Elder Xiaoju. They will die if they die, you say..." The disciple was explaining, but in a blink of an eye, he couldn't say a word, he just shouted, "Elder Xiaoju... ..."

The voice was not loud, but it made everyone turn their heads and look at him silently.

Xiao Ju felt uncomfortable: "Is there something on my face?"

Walking forward while talking, looking at the blood and the remnant body on the ground, keeping his eyes down, Meng Ximao had already turned his head, but his legs were still weak and he could hardly walk, it took him a long time to come over: "Master, you What are you here for?"

"There is no one in the demon clan, and even Changfeng is gone. I am in a hurry and want to see." Xiaoju patted him, "What's wrong with you, you're so scared?"

Meng Ximao took his hand: "It's okay, master, why don't you go back first..."

Xiaoju laughed, and after a while, she restrained her smile, cupped his face and said, "Don't be afraid."

Meng Ximao froze, trembling slightly: "Master..."

"At the beginning when you asked me if I would like to be with you, I said you would listen to me in the future, and I agreed. Don't forget."

Meng Ximao was panicked and unable to speak. After a long time, he bent down and kowtowed, losing all strength: "I have not forgotten... I obeyed."

"Yeah." Xiaoju stroked his head, took a deep breath, walked forward, saw the wrestling two people pinching their waists and was about to speak, but saw an arm over his shoulder.

He turned his head and sighed: "Xiao Meng!"

Meng Ximao's face was pale, but his eyes were firm: "Although I don't have a life-and-death contract with Master, I must live and die together... Forgive me for not obeying Master's order."

Xiaoju's eyes moved slightly, and she looked at him seriously, and after a while, she only sighed silently, and did not push him.

The two walked to the place where the wind and clouds were surging.

Mu Linzheng was shot down and fell to the ground, blood gushed out from his heart and soaked through the skirt of his clothes.

Xiao Ju waved to Jing Zun: "Jing Banzhan, do it!"

Jing Zun didn't move his halberd: "Master, what are you doing here?"

"If you still recognize me as a master, then do it. This is the order of the teacher!"

Jing Zun's eyes swept over the faces of the two of them, but they still did not move.

"Are you going to disobey the teacher's order? I can't control you anymore, can I?"

Jing Zun didn't say a word, but Mu Lin laughed desolately, and looked at the blood stains: "Xiaoju, do you want me to die?"

Xiao Ju looked back at him: "Master, I will accompany you."

Mu Lin laughed again, stood up halfway, stretched out his hand, and pulled him to his side.

He was restrained in his hands, and he turned around and shouted: "Xiao Meng, don't come here."

Meng Ximao refused to listen, and rushed forward regardless of anything, but was knocked to the ground by Mu Lin's spiritual decision, unable to get up.

Mu Lin's hand moved up from Xiaoju's neck again, and reached between his brows: "You care about him so much?"

"He is the one I love. Do you think I should care?"

"Okay, don't worry, I'll let him be buried with him." A thin light from his fingertips touched the center of Xiaoju's eyebrows.

Xiao Ju closed his eyes, and heard someone shouting hoarsely in his ears, Master, and he had no time to care about it.

That ray of light poured in from between the brows, making it even more dazzling.

In the end, it suddenly lit up, and everyone almost couldn't keep their eyes open.

The dazzling light dimmed in an instant, and the wind blew the treetops and rustled.

Xiaoju opened his eyes in doubt, and saw that he was intact, and saw the blue shirt of the person in front of him soaked in blood, desolately sneered: "But I don't ask you to accompany me." After speaking, he pushed him violently, and he was pushed into the crowd , a group of disciples supported him in time.

"Shangxian unlocked the life-and-death contract." The person next to him said in surprise.

"How can the life and death deed be untied?"

"Usually it can't be solved, otherwise both of them would not be able to survive under the backlash, but he led all the backlash of the contract to himself. Elder Xiaoju is fine, but he..."

Before he finished speaking, Mu Lin got up slowly: "Mozun, the victory between you and me is not yet decided!"

He raised his hand, and then released an overwhelming spiritual art, which fell like a torrential rain, attacking a group of disciples.

Jing Zun closed his eyes, sighed deeply, and thrust his halberd forward, piercing his forehead suddenly.

Before the spirit arts hit the disciples, they paused suddenly, and then fell down.

Mu Lin was stabbed and couldn't move, smiled, looked sideways, the last force gathered in his palm, and hit Meng Ximao with lightning speed, and Meng Ximao lost consciousness suddenly, covered in bruises all over his body. Bleeding, nothing whole.

The world is solemn and quiet, the figure in the green shirt falls to the ground, and gradually becomes transparent, Mu Lin has become a fairy body, no body remains in the world, and after death, it turns into smoke and dust, scattered with the wind, nowhere to be found.

The demon used him as a carrier, he dissipated, and the demon no longer existed, completely disappeared.

The blood at the foot of the fairy mountain was still wet, and the blood soaked in the soil included people from his fairy sect, as well as disciples from all walks of life who came to protect the common people.

There was a roar of thunder, and heavy rain poured down, and the rain was mixed with blood and flowing.

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The heavy rain did not stop for several days, the disciples returned to their respective clans, and the fairy gate was cleaned again.

After a few more days, the scene of cranes dancing and phoenix singing resumed in Xianshan Mountain. Ah Zhuo handed over the instruction order to the master, expressing that he was really not up to the task, and also planned to stay in the demon clan in the future.

Xiao Ju took over the command and asked Chang Sheng to pass on the order. The position of teacher will be selected by the disciples through assessment, but he is not in the mood now, and the assessment procedures have to be postponed.

After he finished explaining, he returned to Luoyue Peak feebly, and pushed open the door.

This is a closed room. As soon as Fang opened it, he could smell the smell of medicine. Meng Ximao was lying in it and was wrapped in layers of gauze. He had exhausted all kinds of methods these days, and invited doctors from all walks of life. Hopeless.

But Xiao Ju didn't believe it, so he still had some breath left.

A Zhuo didn't believe it either, he was sure that the protagonist would not die.

He and Jing Zun stayed in Zhaoyan Mountain to help take care of her for several months.

Now the only master with the highest qualifications in the three main peaks needs to deal with matters in the mountains, but he can't sit still, and is often attracted by a butterfly and a fallen leaf. The disciples are talking, and when they raise their eyes, the elder disappears. Turn around Looking outside, I saw an orange cat jumping up and down to catch butterflies.

But he was very careful in making medicine for Meng Xisubaru, but he had no experience.

After frying the stove 1 times...

A cleansing veil was handed over: "Master, please wipe your face, I will do it myself."

He saw that his face was burnt black again, so he took it and wiped it.

Then he shook his hand and looked at the person in front of him in astonishment.

While adding firewood, Meng Ximao said, "It's better not to touch the kitchen utensils. I slept soundly, so I can't avoid worrying. I think I have to get up and have a look..."

Before he finished speaking, Master suddenly threw himself into his arms.

He was taken aback, then hugged the person in his arms and laughed.

After he woke up, the fairy gate examination officially began.

Jing Zun thought about the horror of being dominated by the exam back then, and he didn't even want to visit, so he pulled Ah Zhu to leave.

But Xiaoju's face changed: "You go, my little apprentice has to stay."

Jing Zun was shocked: "Master, what do you mean?"

You don't want to break us up right now, do you?

The other party glared, and threw out the long booklet: "As for the dowry, I haven't seen any of them. If you want to take people away, there is no way."

"...Okay, disciple, prepare immediately!"

He had no choice but to stay at Zhaoyan Mountain and go back to heaven to prepare for the dowry.

Qinglian in Tianshan Mountain, dragon's beard in the sea, ancient books, scrolls handed down from ancient times, whatever can be found, all are brought to Zhaoyan Mountain.

At that time, the clouds in the sky were like fire, and the red veils were floating in the sky above all walks of life. Everyone raised their eyes to see the huge flying boat full of pearls and jades slowly drifting by, dropping various spiritual weapons and magic weapons along the way, and listening to the sound of music and music. The moon never leaves.

They gathered at the fairy gate to watch the excitement, and saw the Lord of the Demon Race coming down from the flying boat, dressed in red clothes, stepping up the steps of the mountain gate covered with red brocade, and leading his sweetheart into the cabin, red petals slowly fell, Floating all over the sky.

The flying boat passed through the fairy gate, passed through the demon clan, the ghost world, and also passed through the South China Sea, and then crossed the bustling world, and landed in the demon clan. Jing Zun walked out holding the hand of A Zhuo.

The red silk trees in Qinghu Mountain swayed gently in the wind. A couple of newlyweds worshiped three times in the high hall. The red clothes were like clouds in the sky, smudged the sky.

The breeze outside the window, the flowers flying in front of the court, is a good time.

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