Xianzun, your Taoist companion has run away

Since Ling Zhi was sent over, the palace has become lively.

It can be speculated that as he disappeared from Ruyue City, his master outside arranged to find him intensively, and the two ways of immortals and demons, which were already ready to go, must start to fight.

He was kept underground, and he didn't know how the battle between the two sides was going.

But he also roughly guessed that it might not be optimistic. This can be seen from the fact that Mo Yan still wanted to come and see him when he was just brought back, and the further he went, the less he cared about him.

It's not that his chess piece has become unimportant, but that there are more important things to deal with.

Qi Mianmian and Uncle Qingwei often came to look for him, they didn't seem to know each other very well, and every time they came to look for him, they would try to avoid each other, and they had never met each other in the underground palace.

Relatively speaking, Luo Qingwei prefers Qi Mianmian to come over.

When I was young, I was not tight-lipped about many things.

Although he was on guard against him from the bottom of his heart, he didn't have too much hostility. When he came to accompany him, the two of them could chat and talk normally, and chat without any secrets.

Master Uncle Qingwei was the complete opposite, hating him to the core, and his mood was quite cloudy, sometimes excited like the scorching sun in June, and sometimes angry like the hard winter ice.

It's better when you're happy, and at most you'll sarcastically scold.

If he is unhappy, Luo Qingwei will be in trouble, and he will inevitably become the target of his venting his anger, and he will not stop until he has a few deep and eye-catching wounds on his body.

Luo Qingwei was afraid of pain and injury, so naturally she didn't want her uncle to come.

It's a pity that he is just a pawn imprisoned in the ground, and things will not go according to his wishes. He doesn't want to see Master Qingwei, but the other party seems to like to run to him.

No, here it comes again.

Seeing the person coming out of the darkness, Luo Qing sighed slightly, lowered her brows and eyes, and gently gathered the five fingers of her left hand resting by her side.

The scar running through the palm had no time to heal, and it was aching.

He has many of the same wounds.

The injury didn't affect the muscles and bones, but the pain was not a little bit. Excessive blood loss made him look extremely pale, and his spirit was not very good. He was as wilted as a banana tree after the rain.

His gradually weakened body could not support him to move for too long, and he couldn't even walk over to open the cage, and change into a complete and clean clothes for himself, just wearing the blood-stained robe that was cut by knives, with an expressionless face Sitting there staring at the flowers and plants in front of him in a daze.

Often I can't say a word for a long time, and I don't know what I am thinking.

He was so weak that he couldn't take care of the spiritual plants in the hall himself, except for the few pots that were placed around him and within reach, he would struggle to water them every day.

For the others, he could only sigh in disbelief.

When Qi Mianmian came over, he would ask her to take care of her.

Qi Mianmian did not refuse his simple request, but he had no experience in taking care of flowers and plants. In addition, the surrounding environment was really bad. Even with special flowerpots, Lingzhi still died one after another.

He often fell asleep leaning against the back of the chair in a daze, and when he woke up, he would find that the spirit plant had died again, leaving an empty flower pot in place.

His original intention for Lingzhi and Lingshi was to secretly cultivate Yushenghua, and he had no affection for these Lingzhi.

But after staying here for a long time, watching them disappear one after another, it is inevitable to feel a little sad after all, and couldn't help sighing softly.

Seeing Luo Qingwei sighing while looking at the withered spiritual grass, Qingwei was very happy.

Striding over the billowing demonic energy, he strode out from the darkness, "Why, watching the spiritual grass that I bought with flesh and blood wither, what does it feel like, anger, heartache, despair?"

He should have just come back from the outside, wearing a thick snow-white plush cloak, with some fine water droplets from the melted ice and snow, making the face similar to Qingwei more delicate and beautiful.

The expression was as paranoid and disdainful as ever, and he reached out to pinch Luo Qingwei's pale and thin cheeks, and the cold air that hadn't dissipated swept over him, "What you are suffering now is nothing compared to what I experienced when I was underground. ,drop in the ocean!"

Luo Qing felt slightly cold.

The fingers pinching his cheeks were as cold as iron, and the chill clung to his two fingers, and it soaked into his muscles and bones in an instant.

He shivered unconsciously, and raised his head coldly, "It's just a few spiritual plants. How can humans compare with grass? Could it be that my uncle thinks that I will despair because of the withering of two spiritual plants? Uncle is too sentimental."

"Ah."

Qingwei sneered, with a disdainful look on her face, "Do you think you are any different from these flowers and plants? They all have the same ending, but it's just a matter of time. When the devilish energy completely erodes your muscles, bones, and spiritual roots, I'd like to see how you do it." Hard-spoken."

The fingers pinching his face suddenly exerted force until two deep red and swollen marks appeared. Qing Wei slapped him backhandedly, turning his face around, with a disgusted expression on his face, "Luo Qingwei, I saw Your face is disgusting!"

The corner of the mouth hit the teeth, and a faint fishy sweetness spread in the mouth.

Luo Qingwei swallowed the blood silently, and looked at the other party stubbornly again, with cold eyes, "Uncle Shi said that I am hard-spoken, that is the biggest misunderstanding of me. Only bones are the hardest in my whole body. As for Uncle Shi Do you hate this disgusting face, I really like it."

"Uncle Master, if you don't like it, you might as well just destroy this face, and then smash every bone in my body to see if what I said is true."

Qing Wei seemed to be stimulated by these words, her expression turned fierce, "Do you think I dare not?!"

Luo Qing looked back blankly, and sneered coldly, "Do you dare?"

Qingwei was furious, a strange blush welled up on her white jade-like cheeks, and the aroused killing intent was struggling violently in her chest, she looked at Luo Qingwei with the desire to tear her into pieces and blow her bones into ashes.

But he dared not.

Mo Yan had specifically explained to him that Luo Qingwei still had important uses, and only waited for her body to be corroded and demonized by the devil qi and then sent out to kill people. Small fights could cause harm, but absolutely no harm to the root cause.

No matter how much he hates that face, it cannot be destroyed.

As a disciple of Immortal Venerable, Luo Qingwei played a very important role in Mo Yan's plan. If his face was destroyed, how would they prove that Luo Qingwei was the one who demonized and murdered.

It was impossible for him to go against Mo Yan's wishes, so even if he was burned by raging anger, he had to suppress his anger, deliberately looked at Luo Qingwei coldly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I won't kill you."

"I won't kill you."

Qing Wei repeated it in a low voice, the blush on her cheeks dissipated, and she seemed to be convinced by herself, "You want to end your life quickly, if I really kill you, wouldn't it be your wish.

Luo Qingwei, I want to watch you fall into a demon with my own eyes, see you being rejected by everyone in the immortal way, and watch you and Mu Xianqing confront the immortal way!I want you to live a life that is worse than death, to taste the most intense and poisonous pain of this time! "

As the demonic energy on his body surged, the night pearls inlaid in the hall seemed to be covered with black dust, and the warm and bright underground palace instantly became gloomy and gloomy.

The smell of blood gradually became clearer, and Luo Qing slightly felt the coldness.

He stretched out his hands to gather the clothes on his body, but with little effect, the torn clothes not only failed to keep warm, but also pulled the wound on his body during his movements.

The pain was so painful that he couldn't help but want to sigh, but finally endured it.

Qing Wei noticed his movements, and the writhing and struggling anger was completely calmed down.

With a smile close to victory, he sat down next to him, "Luo Qingwei, you can be so reckless in front of me because you are sure that Mu Xianqing can find you and rescue you, but unfortunately he is now in prison and cannot protect himself." , I have no time to look for your existence.”

Luo Qing slightly pursed her dry lips, "Really?"

He was not moved at all, and his expression remained calm.

Qingwei hates his supercilious expression, which seems to be always sure of winning, "Naturally, you are imprisoned in this dark underground, so you naturally don't know the outside situation. Three days ago, the Demon Emperor set a trap based on the Tai Yi Xianzong. Attracted countless immortals to go.

He even invited the demonic beast Tingtian who guarded the Demon Sealing Formation to help him, but he has strangled tens of thousands of immortals in three days, and you must remember the names of some of them, for example..."

"Piaomiao Jingzhai's Yuxuan old hag!"

Speaking of the latter, Qingwei's tone became more and more complacent, and her eyes kept flashing with fanatical pleasure, "Didn't she rely on herself to be in the tribulation stage and humiliate me in front of everyone in the immortal way, causing me to expose my identity and want to Make me unable to stay in Xiandao!

But now I am still alive and well, and it will get better and better in the future, but she died so badly that she was smashed into a ball of mud by Tingtian Warcraft without the help of the Demon Emperor, and Qingyun who was cut off by Mu Xianqing The peaks and rocks merge into one!The spirit and soul are all destroyed, and they will never be reborn! "

Patriarch Yuxuan died.

That is one of the only surviving tribulation powers in the immortal way, how could he die so easily in the melee between immortals and demons?Luo Qingwei was startled when he heard that, has the battle between immortals and demons outside been so severe?

He glanced at Qingwei, who was so excited that she couldn't contain herself when she mentioned the death of Patriarch Yuxuan, and couldn't bear it a little, "Patriarch Yuxuan didn't have too much malice in letting you enter the filthy pool back then."

Since the Great War of Demonic Demons, Immortal Dao has been extremely disgusted with demonic energy. Once discovered, he has always killed them all, and the only way to get rid of demonic energy is to enter the dirty pool.

Patriarch Yuxuan's move seemed unreasonable, but in reality, she wanted to save Qingwei a way out.

It's a pity that, as proud as the ancestor Yuxuan, she would never have guessed that Qingwei was not only contaminated with demon energy in the demon sealing formation, but had completely surrendered to the demon way.

The way of life she gave was regarded as a complete humiliation by Qingwei.

Sure enough, Qing Wei dismissed his statement.

Hearing the words, he just snorted coldly, "I know exactly how she treated me. After all, I lived longer than her. What's more, in the battle of the Taiyi Immortal Sect, the Immortal Dao suffered heavy losses. The number of palms.

Forcing Mu Xianqing to go to Taiyi to preside over the overall situation, Taiyi has the Demon Emperor in charge, and the Heavenly Demonic Beast assists, Mu Xianqing will not come back in eight or nine out of ten, if he really can't come back, Luo Qing Wei, you will be free now, presumably His Majesty the Demon Emperor doesn't mind if I give you a good time! "

Luo Qing caressed Xiao Ji's fingers slightly stiff, "You said that the Demon Emperor is not in the Demon Palace."

It seems that Mo Yan was a little impatient about killing his master, so he abandoned the headquarters of the Demon Palace and went to the Taiyi Immortal Sect in person.

Without the Demon Emperor, the Demon Palace is no different from an empty shell.

Knowing that she had made a slip of the tongue, Qing Wei's eyes changed slightly.

Still self-improving and sneering, "Even if the Demon Emperor is not here, so what can you do? You are just a mere Nascent Soul cultivation base, and there are people with stronger cultivation bases than you everywhere in the Demon Palace. Maybe escape from this place, not to mention that now that your spiritual power is sealed, it is possible that you can still find flowers."

"I can not."

Luo Qing lowered her head slightly and pinched her own fingers, pinching the slender white fingertips one by one, the drooping eyelashes left a small shadow under the eyes, covering the emotions in the eyes.

He said lightly, "But my master can."

Qingwei didn't take this sentence to heart, and just sneered when she heard the words, "Don't say that Mu Xianqing is going to the Taiyi Immortal Sect to fight against the Demon Lord, even if you are imprisoned here, Mu Xianqing has nothing to do. Clue, how could he appear here."

"Because in me, there is a door that allows the master to walk a thousand miles and reach the end of the world."

Luo Qing slightly pinched her thin white fingers, and there was a needle-sized bloodstain between the middle fingers of her hands, and there was something shimmering in the bloodstain.

He raised his head and looked at Qingwei.

It was clearly expressionless, but in the sparkling eyes, there seemed to be large expanses of gorgeous peach blossoms, "Do you know what the key to open this door is?"

As the words fell, the silver light suddenly broke.

He squeezed his fingers, and pulled out the Qingcheng long sword that had grown into a spiritual root that had been buried in his body for more than ten years, inch by inch, and stabbed it into his chest with his backhand.

"It's my life."