Xianjun, please calm down

Da Zhuang sneered and said, "Whether you deserve it or not, what you say doesn't count. In this world, anything you say doesn't count. Only what my fairy lord says counts. Even if I'm just a vulgar villager, it doesn't count." My cultivation is not good, but he just likes it, but even if you are a devil, even if your cultivation is as high as the sky, and you can become a devil in the future, he will look down on you, there is nothing anyone can do about it."

Yan Cang fell back in anger, and said coldly: "You are so outspoken, you are not afraid that I will kill you."

Da Zhuang sneered and said: "If you want to kill me, will you talk nonsense with me here? I'm afraid I have no chance of waking up. I'm still very useful now, and you still don't want to kill me."

Yan Cang slowly smiled and said: "You are not stupid, you are right, you are still very useful now, you might as well look down at your hands to see if you can still laugh."

Da Zhuang raised his hands and took a look, but saw a black spot appeared on the wrist of his right hand.

He said in a deep voice, "Sealing the Demon Art."

Yan Cang stood up, smiled and said: "This magic formula was made by me personally. If you don't want to die, you should know what to do."

Da Zhuang put down his hands, and said with a sneer, "I'm just a rough man, and I can't understand His Majesty Mozi's meaning. Do you want to make me obedient with such a thing? His Majesty Mozi is not young, but he is still very naive."

Yan Cang smiled in the presence of the old god, and said in a rather gentle voice: "The stubbornness of human monks is not afraid of death. I have learned it before, but Mr. Ji Xia doesn't know it. The effect of this magic formula is far from More than what you know."

Da Zhuang lowered his face and said coldly, "What do you mean?"

Yan Cang regained his composure and was in a good mood. He smiled and said, "As a secret technique that only high-level pure-blooded demons can perform, how can it be so effective?"

He glanced at Da Zhuang up and down, and then smiled warmly: "If you want to take someone's life, there are thousands of ways, so it's a stupid way to plant the magic breath without killing people on the spot? "

Da Zhuang said in a deep voice, "Speak clearly."

Yan Cang didn't care about his bad attitude, Shi Shiran said: "In fact, the magic seal is rarely used by the demons on the battlefield, and it has been banned by my father for many years. Many practitioners who know it even don't know the inside story. Most of the demons think that it only relies on the natural mutual repulsion of magic breath and spiritual power to kill the practitioner, but they don't know that its greatest role is not to kill, but to control."

Da Zhuang's face was so dark that it couldn't be darker, he gritted his teeth and did not speak.

Probably his face pleased Yan Cang, and he continued to explain in a good mood: "The magic breath that was injected into the practitioner's body is the silk thread holding the puppet. The practitioner who has been affected by this technique cannot physically Controlled by yourself, this is the true function and power of the Sealing Demon Art."

As he spoke, he raised his hand lightly, with his fingertips flicking, his big and strong left hand was raised uncontrollably under his horrified eyes, making a beheading movement.

Da Zhuang's face was pale. o(^_^)omakeup o(^_^)o

Yan Cang put down his hands, approached Da Zhuang slowly, and said with a slightly downcast face: "I, the Demon Race, always do things as I like. If there is something I want, I will naturally get it by any means. If I can't get it, then whether he exists or not It doesn’t make sense, you’re right, from the first time I saw Venerable Hanyang, I was very interested in him, I like him very much, if he is willing to nod, I will definitely make him a queen in the future, let him He stands side by side with me on the summit of the Demon Realm, but if he insists on refusing to do so, then I would rather see him disappear than see him be happy and healthy with others.

You have to understand that in this world, there is no reason to talk about, only strong and weak. I am not a literati of your human race. I don’t pay attention to those etiquette, shame, and ethics. The method, of course, has no taboos. "

There was no expression on Da Zhuang's face, and he said in a deep voice, "Even if you can control my hand, what can you do?"

Yan Cang smiled again and said: "Although your cultivation base is not good, there are really many things you can do. As I said, if I can't get it anyway, then I would rather destroy him than watch your love and affection , Venerable Hanyang’s cultivation is extremely high. In today’s world, apart from my father, there is only one person who can easily put him to death. That person is you, because even if he can guard against anyone in this world, he will not guard against anyone. You, even if you say you want to kill him, he won't believe it."

Da Zhuang's face is as dead ashes.

Yan Cang said again: "I can't get out of the Demon Realm, and my father will never fight for me again, but now, with you in my hands, the life of Venerable Han Yang is also in my hands."

Da Zhuang was silent for a while, and then squeezed out a few words: "What do you want me to do?"

Yan Cang turned around to face Da Zhuang, and said in a deep voice: "I don't want to hurt him unless it is absolutely necessary, as long as you can make him give up on you and cancel the Taoist contract, I will naturally have a way to win his heart. Then everyone will be happy."

Da Zhuang sneered, "Are you dreaming?"

Yan Cang said: "Is it a dream, you might as well try."

Da Zhuang looked at him and said coldly, "You are dreaming."

As he spoke, he induced the spiritual power to run wildly, but the spiritual power in his body was dispelled the next moment.

Yan Cang sneered and said, "Want to blow yourself up? As I said, your current body is not under your control. As long as I think about it, I can take control of your body. If I want to die, it is naturally impossible."

Da Zhuang pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were dark.

Yan Cang looked at him and said, "You are willing to blew yourself up for him without hesitation, which shows that you really fall in love with him. Since you care about him so much, naturally you can't bear him to die in the hands of your most trusted Taoist companion? When the time comes , he will be very sad, and you, I think you will not be happy, you have to think about whether you want his life to be safe, or you want him to be called a Taoist companion."

He said, turned and walked out, and said as he walked: "You don't have much time to think about it, you were taken away by my father, he must come to rescue you soon, I don't want it either, he He came here in a hurry, but what was waiting for him was the knife handed to his heart by his lover."

Da Zhuangmu sat in a daze, without making a sound.

Yan Cang didn't mind either, and just walked out Shi Shiran.

The light in the hall was always the same, making it hard to tell how long it had passed. Da Zhuang moved his fingers, stretched his stiff legs, and stood up.

He stared blankly at the black spot on his right wrist for a long time, then slowly moved his legs to the door, stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

There is still that ghostly thing hanging in the sky, whether it is the sun or the moon, it is rigid and motionless, and it is not known what night it is.