Xianjun, please calm down

Xing Zhao slapped him in a hurry. He thought that he would break his tendons and bones and die tragically on the spot, but he just fell into the bed without breaking any bones in his arm. He couldn't help but look up at the Demon Lord.

Mozun stood by the bed and looked at him coldly, "Look at your hands."

Xing Zhao raised his right hand that collided with him just now and took a look. He saw the black spot on his wrist, he was silent for a while, and said, "Seal the Demon Art."

Mozun said in a cold voice: "You have a lot of knowledge. I have always been the only one who threatens others, and no one threatens me. You choose whether to enter the demon realm or die."

Xing Zhao sat up slowly, lowered his eyes and did not speak.

The Demon Venerable took two steps outside, then paused again, tilted his head slightly and said, "Since you are so loyal to the human race and fearless of death, why didn't you warn your Mahayana practitioners when you saw me?" ?”

Xing Zhao was taken aback for a moment, tightened his fingers, but just pursed his lips, and did not speak.

The Demon Venerable turned his back to him, and said in a deep voice: "Don't say that I treat you harshly, I will prepare top-level wound medicine in the Demon Palace, and before the Demon Sealing Art breaks out, as long as you personally enter the Demon Realm, I will Not only will it unlock the magic sealing formula for you, but it can also guarantee that your cultivation will not be damaged. Since you know the characteristics of the magic sealing formula, you should understand that no one in this world can unlock your magic spell except me. Sealing magic formula."

Xing Zhao said softly: "I won't go, you don't have to wait."

Mozun's face darkened again, he didn't look back, he just took a step forward, and his whole body turned into a puff of black mist and disappeared.

Xing Zhao sat in the same place for a while, untied his clothes in silence, took off the blood-soaked bandages, took out clean ones and re-wrapped them, changed into clean clothes, and walked slowly to the chair where the demon king sat just now Sitting down, closing his eyes, he remained motionless like a statue.

Goodbye Mozun, he was horrified to find that he missed him a little.

Subconsciously not giving a warning, he was already disloyal to the human race, and Mozun pointed out this point, which made him even more ashamed.

Such a thought, how to be worthy of those comrades who died in battle, such wavering, is unforgivable.

It's impossible to go to Demon Realm, so that's fine.

As the afterglow of the setting sun fell and Yu Fang hung in the sky, Xing Zhao stood up and went out to the battlefield.

Regardless of life or death, he is Xing Zhao of the human race.

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The Mozun returned to the Demon Realm, and did not go back to the Demon Palace. Instead, he summoned his men to get the elixir for repairing the meridians. He built a temporary cave at the border. As soon as Xing Zhao entered the Demon Realm, he would be able to find it immediately. The magic formula is very bad for the cultivator if it is delayed for a long time. If it can be solved as soon as possible, the sooner it can be solved.

If he doesn't come... The principle of dealing with things since childhood has told Mozun that what he wants must be in his hands.Just like the demons yearned for the Lingzhou Continent, they waged countless wars and wanted to take it back. If you can’t get what you want anyway... then it’s better to destroy it. If you don’t have it, don’t worry about it. up.

He used to be soft-hearted and refused to hurt others, but as soon as the person left, he never returned, and he never missed it at all. Facts have proved that kindness is useless. Before he was detained in the magic palace, he could still take a look at it. Later, he became merciful , people are gone.

Mozun waited at the border for three months, but Xing Zhao never came, just as he said.

Human cultivators are really stubborn. Is your belief really more important than your life?In the cognition of the demons, there is nothing more important than life in this world. If life is gone, there will be nothing. When the time comes, what use is your belief?

Hmph, if it's gone, it's gone, and if it's gone, don't worry about it.

But it's gone, so don't you really miss it?

He stood at the entrance of the temporary cave for another day, becoming more and more distraught, and finally went out and quietly sneaked onto the battlefield.

No trace of Xing Zhao was found on the battlefield, which made Mozun secretly relieved.

Xing Zhao knows the magic sealing formula because he understands the characteristics of the magic sealing formula. The more frequently a person who has been hit by the magic sealing formula uses his spiritual power, the faster the attack will be. Half a year is fine.

Xing Zhao has the magic breath he planted on his body, and he can roughly perceive the direction of that person. He concealed his figure and entered the ancient mirror city, but what made him strange was that Xing Zhao was not in his own residence.

He walked along the breath, and finally entered a nearby mountain.

In the morning sun, the scenery of this mountain looks very beautiful, which deserves the word "beautiful mountains and green waters".

The stream in the mountain stream is ding-dong, the old pine on the edge of the cliff protrudes thick branches, the grass is soft under the feet, the air in the nose is sweet, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant in the ears.

It is precisely because of the beauty of Lingzhou that the demons know that it is not suitable, but they still yearn for it. However, the beautiful scenery at this time does not make the demon king feel comfortable, and his heart becomes more and more disturbed.

Xing Zhao's breath was approaching, and before the Demon Lord had time to rejoice, he heard a muffled "bang", and then someone called out "Xing Zhao!"

Mozun was stunned for a moment before he realized what it might be. He flew forward and entered the empty valley in front of him, and saw a cultivator in a dark green robe kneeling on the ground, bent over, with his forehead on the ground, a Grabbing the grass under him with one hand, and holding a blood-stained rag in the other outstretched hand, there was a mournful cry like a trapped animal in his throat.

In front of him, there was a large smear of blood, like a large cloud of blood spraying from the air, falling on the grass on the ground, covering the green grass with a bright red coat.

When he arrived, there was still a fine mist of blood falling down one after another, like a bright red drizzle.

And Xing Zhao's aura disappeared.

When the Demon Sealing Art erupts, the conflicting magic breath and spiritual power will detonate in the cultivator's body, and finally there will be a "bang", and there will be nothing left except blood mist all over the sky.

It turns out that this technique is so terrifying, so terrifying that even Mozun feels terrified.

Mozun was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered something, trembling his hands, hurriedly took out a small black flag, waved it repeatedly on the red grass, and waved the tiny smoke that had nowhere to go. Put it away.

After making sure that all the scattered remnants of the souls were collected, Mozun put the little flag in his arms and left this terrible place in a hurry.

It turns out that the Lingzhou of the human race is not beautiful at all.

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Daoist Biyun, who was crying bitterly on the ground, heaved a sigh of relief, flipped his hands and called out the soul-receiving flag that had been prepared, and pointed to sacrifice it, searching everywhere in the bloody field, but to his despair, the soul-receiving flag even Not a single bit of remnant soul was collected.

Daoist Biyun slumped on the ground powerlessly, and murmured: "Is this magic formula so overbearing? Is it so overbearing..."