Xianjun, please calm down

Da Zhuang was in a dilemma, full of anger, he couldn't stop his mouth, and said without breathing: "You look down on demon cultivators, you think they forget their ancestors and forget their roots, and they are untrustworthy, but your natural demon race is made of demons. Born of qi, the pure-blooded demons are transformed by the blood essence of natural demons. All demons are conceived by demons, but you despise the land where you were born and raised yourself, and yearn for the spiritual continent in your heart. Countless battles between humans and demons, and even the loss of life, isn't it just a betrayal of one's ancestors?

In these endless wars, not only the human monks were killed and injured, but have you demons not been hurt?Countless wars and contacts, not to mention you, even us human cultivators, know that the most suitable place for the demons to survive is the Demon Realm. Inexhaustible monsters will also turn an ordinary demon into an undefeated god of war. Why is it that all demons are born to cultivate, have strong defense and excellent aptitude, but they can only be relatively weaker than us on the battlefield? The cultivators are evenly matched?It is because the demons who are almost invincible in the Demon Realm have left the Demon Realm that can support them infinitely, and their combat power has been greatly reduced!

You demons can indeed transform the aura between heaven and earth into demon breath for your own use, but that requires a transformation process. How can you compare it with the demonic energy that is naturally compatible with the demons?

Mozun, what qualifications do you demons have to look down on demon cultivators? What is the difference between you and them? ! "

The black mist in Mozun's eyes rolled, and there were a few screams and slight explosions from the fingertips hanging by his side, which showed that he was already angry. As long as his fingertips moved, Da Zhuang would definitely There is no place to die.

And Da Zhuang said all this, besides venting his anger, he really wanted to anger the Demon Venerable on purpose. He has already won the Demon Sealing Art, which is harmful and useless to Xianjun. As long as he dies, no one can stop him Xianjun, put him in an embarrassing situation.

Xianjun is the cleanest handful of snow on the top of the snow mountain. He should stand cleanly on the top of the snow mountain and overlook all living beings.

As long as he heard the name of the immortal from Yan Cang's mouth, he would be extremely shocked, and wanted to tear his mouth apart. He was not worthy of saying the name of the immortal, let alone touching the name of the immortal. A piece of clothing!

However, to Da Zhuang's great disappointment, this Demon Lord was actually a cotton tempered man, he just stood there with heavy eyes for a while, and then turned into a wave of demonic energy and disappeared.

Da Zhuang looked at the place where he disappeared, gritted his teeth and said, "Dignified Mozun, you don't even have a temper at all, you're just a melon!"

In the following day, Da Zhuang tried countless times, but every time he had just condensed his spiritual power, before it could detonate in the future, it was passively dissipated, and other methods would not work. Usually his hands and feet are at his own command , but once he made any dangerous moves, another force would forcibly take control of him. This feeling was terrible. For the first time, he discovered that it was so difficult to commit suicide.

The next day, after another failed attempt, Da Zhuang went to the courtyard to look at the sky. He felt very powerless, and Xianjun would definitely come to rescue him, maybe tomorrow, maybe one day after tomorrow.

Da Zhuang was afraid of meeting Xianjun for the first time since meeting Xianjun for the first time, and he hoped that Xianjun would not come.

But he knew it was impossible.

Eight days passed in anxiety, but there was still no movement from Yu Changqing. Da Zhuang began to panic. He lay down in front of the hourglass that recorded the time in the hall, counting the days little by little.

If Xianjun didn't come, he must have been seriously injured. What kind of serious injury prevented him from moving?Has something happened to him?

He no longer had the intention to look at the sky in the courtyard, he just wandered around in the hall like a trapped animal.

The palace door was pushed open from the outside, Yan Cang walked in, looked at him and said, "He hasn't come yet, it seems that you are not as important to him as I thought."

Da Zhuang lowered his eyes, not thinking about him.

Yan Cang said again: "Are you disappointed?"

Da Zhuang remained silent.

Yan Cang said a few more words, but Da Zhuang didn't respond at all.

Yan Cang gave him a cold look, seemed to be bored, so he just snorted and walked out again.

After a while, a cloud of ethereal demonic energy condensed in front of him, and the voice of the Demon Venerable sounded without fluctuation: "Your Taoist companion did not come."

Da Zhuang, who hadn't reacted until now, heard his voice, but jumped up like a corpse, and threw himself in the direction of the demon king.

However, he jumped in vain, the Demon Venerable who was standing there just now silently turned into Demonic Qi when he rushed towards him, and the Demonic Qi slowly floated behind Da Zhuang, and condensed into the appearance of Demonic Venerable again.

Da Zhuang stood there and panted twice, then turned his head, both eyes were red.

Mozun looked at him and said, "Are you very sad because he won't come?"

Da Zhuang gritted his teeth and said, "How did you hurt him that day?!"

Mozun was a little surprised, and said: "It turns out that you thought he was seriously injured, rather than abandoning you."

Da Zhuang roared: "I'm asking you, how did he get hurt?! Don't you know what you did?"

Mozun thought about it for a while, and said: "If you think about it, it will hurt your muscles and bones. His spiritual power is strong and his attack is fast. Even this deity, he can't be too big. Your Taoist companion is an extraordinary person. Yan Cang never forgets so much."

When Da Zhuang heard Mozun's words of "hurt his muscles and bones", his heart burned even more, and he didn't care about what he said about Yan Cang later.

He supported his heart, sat down on the spot, and covered his face with his hands.

He knew that as long as Xianjun was not seriously injured, he should be able to arrive. If he didn't come, it might not be as simple as "injured muscles and bones".

Demon Venerable looked at him for a while, then suddenly said: "On the frontier battlefield, there is no news of Venerable Hanyang's death. With his prestige among cultivators, if there is something going wrong, I'm afraid it won't be like this. calm."

Da Zhuang paused for breath, and let out a long breath. Mozun said yes, if something happened to Xianjun, there would be a lot of commotion among the cultivators. He has been by Xianjun's side all this time, Naturally know the influence of Xianjun on cultivators.

He sat on the spot for a while, and finally calmed down a bit. He looked up and saw that the Demon Lord was still standing there, and asked in a low spirit, "Are you free?"

Demon Venerable said: "No, this seat has reached the top of the cultivation base, and it is only one step away from ascending to the Demon Realm. Although there are bottlenecks, we should practice more diligently in order to accumulate strength."