Dressed as the apex pet of a cold master

Yun Shuhua remained silent and stared at him for a while, wondering what he was thinking.

After a long time, he said lightly: "Yes."

He can kill Fu Lu with his own hands.

On that day, the general of Yuxiao Palace led the army to rebel and rushed to the Eastern Region together with the Feiying Army.

The power of the demon world is falling apart, and there are faint signs of collapse.

However, this sign did not appear in the Eastern Territory.

On the day of the decisive battle, the sun and the moon rise together, and the star trails are out of balance.

Wei Zhuan ordered someone to arrest Shen Tangli and stand in front of him, relying on the hostages in his hands, he forced himself into Qingwu safely.

Fu Yi, who was walking with him, blew the ashes on the jade flute in his hand, and looked at Shen Tangli's lonely look, his heart was full of disdain.

It is obvious that he is already a good-for-nothing in the hands of others, but this person is calm and calm.

What are you pretending to be proud of here?

Suddenly, Fu Yi recalled the stumbling block that Shen Tangli had made for him in the past, and thought to himself that when he was in front of Jing Fan in a while, he would definitely torture him, and it would be best to make him pee his pants in fright, so that he could show his true colors. good.

After all, who in this world is not afraid of death?

He spun the flute, looked at Shen Tangli whose hands were bound but had no expression on his face, and slapped his face hard with his upper hand until his eyelids were bruised and purple.

"Everyone says you are Jing Fan's dog, ha ha, don't you want to protect the master wholeheartedly? Why do you still want the master to see your jokes now?"

Shen Tangli slowly pursed his lips, not paying any attention to the pain on his face, and replied: "Palace Master Fu, be careful, the housekeeper dog is mad, but it will bite people."

"Stubborn?" Fu Wei sized him up, and several black flames shot out from his hands.

"Brother Fu, don't worry." Wei Zan ordered Shen Tangli to be taken down with a smile, "You should beat a dog in front of its master."

He patted Fu Yi's hand lightly, and gave him an inexplicable smile.

Seeing Wei Zong striding past in front of him, Fu Yu's face suddenly turned cold, and he took out a clean silk handkerchief from the skirt of his clothes in disgust, and wiped his five fingers one by one.

Following Wei Zun's order, the dark moxiu behind him rushed towards the gate of Qingwu Mountain like a herd of beasts out of control, fighting with the Taoist guarding the gate.

Seeing this, Shen Tangli exchanged a glance with Shen Ce who was not far behind, and the two tacitly broke free from the shackles, trying to join the battle.

Wei Zong threw a few darts, and one of them happened to hit the leg of an attendant. The feeling of catching prey was so wonderful that his blood became hotter and hotter, and the pleasure of slaughter poured into his whole body, refreshing.

Looking at the attendant's handsome and familiar face, Wei Zan suddenly remembered that this person was Jing Fan's right-hand man, and he had followed Yun Shuhua during the Five Regions Grand Competition.

Oh... just remembered his name.

Wei Zun admired the ferocious and out-of-control face of the person in front of him, and felt refreshed all over his body, feeling quite a sense of revenge for his great hatred.

Brother, look, this is your Jade Market Hall.After many years, my brother is going to wash the whole mountain again for you.

In front of the mountain, shouts of killing shook the sky, but the enchantment suddenly melted, and every plant and tree on Qingwu Mountain gradually became clear in front of everyone's eyes.

The magic cultivator and Taoist cultivator who attacked the mountain looked over together, and saw a man in a snow suit and a gilded jade crown walking towards him with a sword under the bright sunlight. His eyes were cold and cold, and his pale complexion showed a rare look. Sickness, even in such a season when the warm wind has not gone, people still feel cold when they see him, and they can't help but feel that he is a rumored ghost who can't walk in the sun.

He held the moon-seeking sword with a cold light, and an inexplicable and terrifying pressure was overwhelming. Behind him were countless soldiers waiting in battle, all of them glaring.

All the people present were suddenly timid, but this was justifiable.

The person in front of him is the unparalleled sword master. It is rumored that he is the best at killing people. With such a terrifying cultivation base, who can be his opponent?

Seeing the person coming, Wei Zan shouted excitedly, pointed at Jing Fan and said hoarsely: "What are you doing in a daze?! Take Jing Fan's head off for me, today I will kill this false domain master! "

Before the words fell, the demon cultivators from all directions only hesitated for a moment, and then rushed forward together.

Jingfan's robe is white, and if he stands there, he has a somewhat elegant taste.

But his eyes were full of viciousness, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, but within a few seconds of raising the knife in his hand, heads rolled down at his feet one by one like a ball.

His speed was extremely fast, the sneer he provoked was hard to detect, and all that remained in his mind was bloodthirsty.

Everyone in the world is greedy, so what is the difference between cultivating the Tao and cultivating demons?In the final analysis, it was just for that disgusting authority.

Just like the rhizome of a lotus flower, it is stuck in the mud for eternity and is trapped by dirt and dust, unable to rise to become a petal as pure as snow.

That being the case, why not let him act on behalf of the ridiculous way of heaven, give them a good time, and send them all to hell.

Kill, die, everything should have ended long ago, corpses should have been strewn all over the field long ago, blood flowing like rivers.

The blood splashed from the sky splashed on his clothes, and the silver thread lotus was dyed bright red, dripping down drop by drop, soaking the soil in front of the Yuxu Temple.

This time, Wei Zong mobilized almost all the troops of Qingxu Sect.

But when the fight really started, the fairy and the devil realized that it was just a massacre.

A unilateral massacre dominated by Jing Fan.

Xiao Xiaolin's leaves shattered into powder and fell with the wind. In an instant, the corpses of hundreds of demon cultivators were piled up in front of the gate of the Yuxu Temple. Wei Zun watched Jing Fan's burst of mana, and an ominous premonition squeezed into his mind.

Perhaps he underestimated Jing Fan's strength and thought that his defeat in the battle between immortals and demons a few years ago was due to unpopularity, but at this moment, it seems that he was wrong.

Jingfan can't really be strong enough to obliterate the entire demon world.

Wei Zong took a step back, and immediately there was a throbbing sensation from the jade artifact in his arm.

"What are you doing in a daze, why don't you quickly take out the inheritance in your hands!" Fu Yu roared, "Show the world that you are the real heir!"

That's right, he has an inheritance in his hand, and he can use it to communicate with the heavens, send down heaven's punishment, and punish Jing Fan severely!

Besides, he still has many hostages, Shen Tangli, Shen Ce, aren't they all in his hands?

Wei Zun settled down, put his hands together and kneaded the formula, and a golden fetish immediately appeared in front of him.

Before the people around could see it clearly, he grabbed it with his hands and raised it up to the sky, saying plausibly: "The Fahua stele is in my hands now, Jing Fan, don't bring your people here yet!"

As if Tiandao really had a feeling for him, he saw a dazzling golden light suddenly glowing from the apse of Yuxu to match the inscription in his hand, and then, a thunderous thunder burst out of the sky.

The sky is still sunny.

Seeing this vision, all sects stopped one after another. Only Jing Fan, without raising his head, quickly killed one demon cultivator after another, quickly raised his sword and came forward to kill Wei Zong all the way.

"Aren't you afraid that I will punish you with the way of heaven?!"

After Wei Zan finished speaking, he saw a strong killing intent in Jing Fan's eyes.He was shocked: this person didn't care about the Fahua Stele, let alone the so-called Heaven's Punishment.

He couldn't sit still and wait for death, so Wei Zhuan stepped down a little, leaped into the void, and summoned the sword to draw thunder, aiming at the top of Jingfan's head and chopping down.

"You guys, can you see clearly what is in the hands of the master of the Qingxu Sect?"

"Could it really be the Fahua inscription? Jingfan can't really be a counterfeit..."

"Causing thunder to create killing karma, is it possible that Wei Zan can really do justice for the sky? But he is clearly a demon cultivator..."

The crowd panicked and didn't know how to react for a while.

Jing Fan dodged the thunder one by one, but he had to be limited by a square inch. His Wenyue countered the lightning strike head-on, and crackling flames burst out from the blade, and the huge impact shook Jing Fan's body. jaws of death.

Wei Zan gripped the fetish tightly vigilantly, quickly dodged into the army of demon cultivators, and kicked a man out.

"There are more than one hundred thousand demon cultivators waiting at the foot of the mountain today. With Master Xianzun's hacking method, it may not be enough to hack until dark. Why don't we play a fun game?"

Wei Zun looked at Shen Tangli who was standing in front of him, and said with a sinister smile, "From now on, if you kill one person, I will destroy your dog, just like this..."

He looked at Jing Fan's expression from afar, and with his five fingers together slightly, he conjured up two short darts, which pierced into Shen Tangli's knees twice, and Shen Tangli knelt on the ground in an instant, crippling his legs.

Shen Tangli's purple lower garment was soaked black with blood, he gritted his teeth tightly, sweating all over his body, but tried his best not to make a sound, let alone glance at Jing Fan.

He knew that the reason why Jing Fan has been able to guard the people of the Five Regions for so many years is not only because of his mana cultivation, but also because of his extremely strong patience and reason.

Jing Fan must know how to do it is the best.He couldn't show timidity in front of Jing Fan and force Jing Fan to make a choice.

Seeing Jing Fan trapped in the Thunder Prison and unable to break free, Wei Zong could only look at himself with cannibalistic eyes, and felt much happier.

Just at this moment, Jing Fan was hit hard, his left shoulder was blackened by the thunderstorm, but he struck up with the sword without blinking.

The violent lotus seal condensed into a sword light, and quickly attacked Wei Zun!

He was startled, and quickly threw away Shen Tangli in his hand, and then dodged sideways in a dangerous way, but was still shocked by Jian Guang's remaining power.

"Okay! It seems that Master Xianzun thinks this is not enough, or is it that such a small injury is not enough to make you surrender?"

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Wei Zong's mouth, and he clapped his hands, and two demon cultivators behind him escorted a young man forward.

"Let me guess, this kid is called... Jinghe? Why don't we just take him this time."

Wei Zun picked up a dart, pointed it at the boy's face and stabbed it forcefully.

"what!!"

Jing He wailed in pain, bleeding profusely from his left eye.His eyes were covered with blood, and he couldn't see the man's expression clearly, so he could only shout: "Immortal Venerable, don't surrender, don't surrender! Jinghe is willing to sacrifice himself to die!"

Looking at Jing Fan's expressionless face, as if the life and death of anyone in this world had nothing to do with him, Wei Zun suddenly felt bored.

He lazily said: "Put another boy up, if you don't play, then kill everyone except you first, and then wait for Yun..."

"──State your conditions."

Jing Fan spoke the first sentence in a hoarse voice.

On Qingwu Mountain, everyone was terrified.

Fu Yi raised his eyebrows, watching the people around him change from a low smile to a wild laugh, as if he had discovered a treasure for people to have fun.

"Before all the chips were taken out, the Immortal Venerable opened his mouth," Wei Zan waved his hands in a serious manner, "Okay, you all get out of the way, and leave a place for our Lord Immortal Venerable... Well, the martial arts arena Such a big place."

"Anyone who doesn't move will be shot to death!"

The demon cultivators backed away hesitantly, making room for Jing Fan.

"If you want me to be merciful and let these people's lives go, it's okay," Wei Zun hooked his fingers and said lightly, "Master Xianzun, please hand over your Wenyue. My lord, don't use a sword."

Wenyue is Jingfan's murderous weapon, if he handed it over, it would be tantamount to being controlled by others.

This is to let him die.

Shen Tangli knelt on the ground, opened his eyes wide and said: "Master Xianzun, as long as you have Wenyue in your hand, no one in the world can hurt you!"

Shocked Crane's tears hurt the wound of his left eye, and he choked with sobs, "You can't, you can't promise, if something happens to the immortal, what will happen to the whole lower realm!"

Wei Zan at the side thought he was noisy, played with the remaining dart in his hand, and said quietly: "Say more, and I will gouge out my right eye."

Everyone was waiting for Jing Fan's response.

He raised his eyes to see the thunder above his head, held a sword flower in his right hand, and threw it to one side.

"Uh-"

With such a casual flick, a demon cultivator was nailed to the pillar in front of the Yuxu Temple.

In full view, he dropped his sword.

Wei Zong's eyes were slightly closed, and his chest heaved violently due to excitement.

A crazy look appeared on his face, "Come here, give me all of them! I want to see how long Sword Master can last without Wenyue."

In an instant, dozens of demon cultivators besieged Jing Fan with weapons.

To him, this was not a humiliation, it was just because Wei Zong ordered not to take his life, as for the others, he was free to do so.

In this way, it is no different from the slave fighting beasts in those ghost markets, except that this one is bloodier and crazier.

Although Jing Fan had lost Wenyue, his mana was still there. He didn't take the sword from any cold corpse, he just borrowed the sword to attack, killing, killing, killing with a deadpan face.

He seems to have changed back to his childhood self. In order to survive and climb up, he has to follow the domain masters of various domains to attack at night every day and take their lives.

The dark seeds in Jing Fan's heart were growing crazily, and clumps of thorns grew up, enveloping and piercing into his heart.

Even though he knew the outcome of this battle early on.

Obviously he will lose.

But I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled, why did Wei Zun win this time?

Time passed quickly, and the battle was still not over.

This was an extremely exhausting fight, and the continuous stream of magic cultivators seemed endless, but Jing Fan's body had limits.

After all, he is also a living person, so he is as invulnerable as the rumors.

Not to mention so many swords, guns, swords and halberds all rushed up and pierced his body.

After being hit by the first sword, there was a second sword, and a third sword... Gradually, Jing Fan's bloody clothes were also stained with his own blood, and finally his strength was exhausted, and he half-stretched on the ground.

The captured Shen Tangli and the others wanted to rush up angrily, but were stopped by Fu Yu countless times. The hard jade flute mixed with demonic energy struck their skulls, as if they were calculating how to smash them into pieces.

Some people who had already watched the battle retreated to the side and retched, because the scene of bloody massacre was so cruel, many people were eager to try to come forward to rescue them, but no one really took that step.

People as powerful as Xianzun can't beat them, so what ability do they have to fight against those cunning demon cultivators?

What's more, this fierce battle lasted from daytime to evening, and the demon cultivators of Qingxumen were like countless ants. After killing a wave, new ones emerged.

Jing Fan's vision gradually became hazy, and he vaguely saw Wei Zun walking towards him slowly.

He wanted to stand up and look down at him, but those bloody legs refused to listen to him, and he couldn't exert any more strength.

Wei Zun looked at the distressed Jing Fan, and his eyes were about to overflow with joy. He raised his hand and pinched a tactic, called out his saber, and said condescendingly: "Obviously I can retreat completely, but I have to insist on being the one who saves the world." How are you, big hero, do you regret it?"

He clenched the scabbard with both hands, and stabbed it hard at Jing Fan's back. The warm blood spattered on his face, and he licked it with the tip of his tongue. He felt that such a wonderful scene was more pleasant than any previous pleasure. .

Wei Zong is so beautiful and lustful, I can't remember how many beauties have been happy in these years, and watched them die in my hands with pale pink cheeks, but those pleasures are nothing compared to the crawling of the person in front of me. carry.

Jing Fan, who is recognized as the strongest in the lower world, and with such a beautiful face, is lying on the ground like a dog. It feels really good.

Wei Zong stabbed Jingfan's body like crazy, then raised his sword and scratched at his limbs, and said frantically, "Hahaha... how about it? Do you remember when I cut your body open like this, The stele was taken out of your body? Then—you boarded Qingwu to force my brother! You made him abdicate!"

Jing Fan's face was covered with blood, and there was no good place on his body. Even so, he didn't utter a single syllable, and forcibly endured Wei Zhuan's frantic attack.

It's over, it's time to end, let everything be buried on Qingwu Mountain.

Wei Zan vented nonsense for a while, and was tired from cutting, so he threw his sword and floated aside to rest.

In front of the Yuxu Temple, righteous people, demon cultivators, and countless people watched the high-ranking immortals being smashed into mud, sighing, but none of them dared to step forward.

Jing Fan supported the ground with his strength, gritted his teeth, turned over, and lay flat on the ground.

After tearing away his blood-smudged eyes, he couldn't see anything clearly.

He thought that he and the Tianyin Stone could interact with each other, and he would blow up the place completely without any trace.

This is something Wei Zong can't do even with the inscription in his hand, because he is not the real heir to the way of heaven.

Jing Fan felt a little funny.

So, should we destroy everything...

But I still feel a little bit reluctant to meet the person I want to see before I die.

Forget it, with my appearance, if I meet him, I will make him cry.

Xiaohua likes to shed tears in front of him so much, if she cries again, who will coax this delicate child?

He no longer had the strength to continue thinking, his breathing was exceptionally slow, and after a long time, his eyes fell into bursts of darkness.

Jing Fan closed his eyes, his slightly raised hand froze in the air, and then fell down without strength.

Consciousness fades away.