Xianjun, please calm down

In a short period of time, Yan Cang's heart has been sinking. Looking at today's situation, he may not be able to get this person in front of him, but even if he burns everything and dies under the sword of Venerable Hanyang, he still can't. Captured and forced to unseal the magic formula for Ji Xia, he is Yan Cang, the third devil, and his pride does not allow him to be treated like this.

He originally had the upper hand in everything, but Yu Changqing's unreasonable breakthrough broke all his advantages. Not only could he not achieve his original goal, but he would have to confess his life.

This is not the first time Yan Cang has encountered a life-and-death crisis in his long life, but it is the worst time he has lost. Yu Changqing single-handedly picked the top combat power in his hands and also in the Demon Realm.

Yu Changqing didn't want to have more stalemate with him, Da Zhuang was still waiting for him in the ancient mirror city, he didn't want to delay even a moment, but as the saying goes, there are three catties of nails in a broken ship, Yan Cang, as the third devil, can't wait half a step Mozun, who grew up in the Demon Realm where the strong live and the weak die, not only has a high level of cultivation, but also has impeccable actual combat experience. Yu Changqing's cultivation base is now higher than his. It is okay to kill him, but to capture him alive, he must Take your time.

But Yan Cang was at the end of his strength and couldn't last long.

There was a sound of gold and iron, and the iron bone fan in Yan Cang's hand that had been with him for tens of thousands of years was disintegrated and twisted. Rolling sideways, although he narrowly escaped Yu Changqing's hand, his right shoulder was brought by Yu Changqing's fingers. Those hands, which looked like beautiful jade carvings, were enough to open mountains and crack rocks at this moment. The bloodstains were shocking, as the flesh turned outward, the gushing blood stained the dark purple robe with large dark traces.

The demonic blood dripped from Yu Changqing's jade-like fingertips, and landed on the frozen ground, leaving bright red, round imprints. Cang grabbed it.

Yan Cang was already powerless, although he resisted with all his strength, Yu Changqing still grabbed his shoulder.

With a crisp "click", Yan Cang's left shoulder joint was immediately taken off by this grab, and he couldn't help but groaned.

Yu Changqing caught the person with one hand, just showing a trace of relaxation on his face, but he frowned again, the next moment, his domain fluctuated, and it burst directly, a black shadow rushed forward like the wind, with one hand Grabbing Yan Cang in Yu Changqing's hand, he raised his palm and attacked!

Yu Changqing met the visitor with a palm, and the huge impact caused him to retreat several tens of feet before he could stand still. Yan Cang in his hand had already been snatched away by the visitor.

With five fingers open, he let the dark purple rags stained with demon blood in his hand be taken away by the mountain wind, suppressing the surging blood in his chest, and said in a deep voice, "Demon Lord."

The Demon Lord was dressed in a dark black robe, tall and thin, and just standing in front of him could bring endless pressure. His posture of holding Yan Cang didn't seem to be saving his son, but more like carrying a Xiao Jizai showed no mercy, looked at Yu Changqing, and said in an indifferent voice: "Your cultivation base has improved rapidly, which is beyond my expectation."

Yu Changqing didn't say a word, but summoned Feishuangjian again, full of fighting spirit.

Mozun shook off his son, seeing that he was still alive, he threw it aside casually, and said in a calm voice, "If you were given another hundred years, you might be able to fight me, but not yet. "

Yu Changqing said coldly: "Why not be afraid of death."

Mozun's eyes flickered, and he said with a complicated expression: "Sure enough, you cultivators are all equally stubborn."

Yan Cang, who was thrown on the ground, suddenly laughed lowly and said, "Master Hanyang, you are not afraid of death, nor am I. It is also impossible to help your Taoist companion unlock the magic seal."

Yu Changqing looked at him coldly, the knuckles of the hand holding the sword were blue and white.

Yan Cang breathed a sigh of relief, slowly propped up his body with one hand, leaned on a bald stone beside him, spat out a mouthful of blood foam from the side of his head, and said with unsteady breath: "If you don't believe me, you can try it, I will give it a try. They are also demons who come and go in blood, not weak people... let alone have weaknesses, I don't want to...no one can force me."

He chuckled, took a quick breath, and then continued: "Besides, the situation between us is already on fire, do you still dare to hand him over to me?"

Yu Changqing's face was tense, and the long hair behind him was blowing without wind. He was obviously very angry. He said coldly: "Then killing you is also a merit for our human race. Peace of mind."

Yan Cang looked up at Yu Changqing, his chest heaved rapidly a few times, he couldn't help but spit out blood again, his dark eyes were a bit dim, he lowered his eyelashes, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Mozun looked at Yu Changqing, and suddenly said: "You go."

Yu Changqing looked at him gravely.

Yan Cang was also a little surprised.

The Mozun had already turned around, lifted Yan Cang's lapel with one hand, and dragged it like a dead dog, his low voice dissipated in the wind: "You are stubborn, you can't live with me, just go, I won't keep you... ..."

He dragged Yan Cang, and it looked like he only took two steps, but his figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The turbid wind of the Demon Realm blew past, and the chaotic battlefield returned to tranquility, leaving only a piece of broken ice to prove that thirteen top experts of the Demon Realm had fallen here.

Yan Cang was held in the hands of the demon, and his posture was beyond description. Not only did the injuries on his body not relieve at all, but even worsened, but he smiled and said, "I never expected that you would come to save me. "

Mozun said softly: "Your mother and concubine died for this deity. I owe her a favor. I promise you three things. If I save you again today, all the favors will be paid off. From now on, your life and death, this deity will pay you back." Never mind."

Yan Cang laughed again, and said, "Okay, I understand."

The Mozun said again: "This time you won't lose a lot of money by stealing chickens. Because of you, you lost a lot of manpower, and there are fewer high-level demons in the Demon Realm. There is no need to fight this battle. Let's call a truce."

Yan Cang took a breath, and twisted a little so that the collar wouldn't be tightly stuck to his neck. Hearing this, he couldn't help but said: "If Father is willing to sit on the battlefield, the situation will definitely be different."

The Mozun said without any ups and downs in his voice: "I thought that the reason why I was stuck at the last step and couldn't ascend was because I couldn't enter Lingzhou, but after the war with the human race, I felt that it was boring, sitting on the battlefield, it's better to practice quietly. .”

Yan Cang coughed twice, and said in a low voice: "You know, the human race until now... Except for Venerable Hanyang who just broke through, not even a Mahayana cultivator appeared on the battlefield. A good time for Lord Lingzhou..."