After dressing up as a demon

Returning to the clan with Mozun, you can also feel the difference in strength.

Shen Cang didn't pay special attention to the time, but he was flying fast all the way, which was not the same as flying with his sword.

However, Mozun seemed to be in a bad mood, and he finally opened his mouth lightly when he returned to Biyuntian.

"Go to the side hall and wait for me."

Shen Cang didn't refuse. After landing, he looked at the far away Lingguang and asked casually, "Jiang Yeqing, what do you think he wants me for?"

The voice from behind was a little blunt: "I don't know."

Shen Cang turned his head and saw that Jiang Yundu had turned around and walked towards the door, heeling up his heels: "Still angry at me for insisting on going to Yingfeng City?"

Jiang Yundu glanced at him.

Shen Cang put his arm on his shoulder, and took a step closer: "The result is the most important thing, as long as we are fine now."

Jiang Yundu said: "The demons are watching fiercely, not every time there is a chance to turn danger into good luck."

"You are right." Shen Cang nodded in agreement, "I will listen to you from now on."

He didn't expect that Ghost Rock would summon Juechentian. If Mozun hadn't arrived in time, this time would have been a disaster.

But it would be too much of a fuss for Juechentian to go after them personally.

What's more, the mirror of reincarnation has long been out of their hands, and the news of the demons is so closed, let the majestic demon king come out to run errands?

Jiang Yundu said coldly: "You have said this sentence more than once."

"Really?" Shen Cang pretended to recall, patted his shoulder casually, and said seriously, "I promise, this time it must be true."

Jiang Yundu was noncommittal.

"Okay." Shen Cang looked at him with a smile, "Don't be angry, it's not good for your health."

Jiang Yundu was slightly startled.

He looked at the smiling eyebrows in front of him, and gradually, they overlapped with another same face.

'Don't get angry, it's not good for your health. '

The words of that day are still in my ears.

Even if he loses his memory, this person has never changed.

"What?" Shen Cang followed him and stopped, "What did you think of?"

"A small matter." Jiang Yundu returned to his senses, avoiding his gaze, "It doesn't matter."

Seeing his eyes move to the front of him and vaguely dodge, Shen Cang's heart moved slightly.

Jiang Yundu has always been calm, which can make him suddenly distracted while chatting. This trivial matter is definitely not as insignificant as he said.

Shen Cang exerted force on his hand, holding down his forward steps: "What's a small matter, it won't have anything to do with me, right?"

The situation of that day flashed before his eyes, and Jiang Yundu's face darkened.

He raised his hand and waved the arm on his shoulder, stepped into the threshold: "It has nothing to do with you!"

The tone is abnormal, obviously speaking ironically.

Shen Cang's hand was still in the air, seeing him dodging to leave, he clasped it on his shoulder again, telling him to turn around: "It's not a good habit to be tempted, don't even think about leaving today if you don't make it clear."

"let go."

Shen Cang was aroused by him to be curious, and his palm slipped to his forearm, clasping it tighter: "What did you think about just now, it is about something related to me, since it is not important, what does it matter if you say it?"

Jiang Yundu couldn't break free several times, and said in a deep voice, "Shen Cang!"

Shen Cang smiled and said, "I'm here."

"..." Jiang Yundu's face darkened, "What exactly do you want?"

Shen Cang looked at him with raised eyebrows.

Jiang Yundu clenched his fingers slightly and looked away.

"Why are you so nervous?" Shen Cang simply took him a step closer, leaned closer, and looked into his eyes, "Could it be that you did something to be sorry for me behind my back?"

Hearing these words as soon as he landed, Feng Huan's feet became unsteady and he fell straight to the ground.

Hearing the movement, Shen Cang turned his face and saw him standing up straight suddenly.

"Left protector?"

The dust did not show traces on the black robe of the guardian. Feng Huan endured the dust-cleaning formula in his hand, first peeked at Jiang Yundu, and then bit the bullet and said: "You two, I hope you will forgive me."

Not right.

The master's attitude towards Qing Jie has not changed, and Daoist Lingji is still preparing for the second reincarnation. He thought that the identity of "Jiang Yeqing" was abandoned by the master, but today, it seems that the relationship between the two is as clear as before. Even more intimate.

What is the master's plan...

Shen Cang didn't see the small movements under his mask, and only asked: "The left guardian is looking for me or Jiang Yeqing?"

Feng Huan cupped his hands and said, "Friend Shen, the suzerain is here to invite you!"

No matter what happens here, the master just came back, and only gave him the word "Shen Cang" and returned to the back hall of Bihua Palace.

Shen Cang then turned to Jiang Yundu: "I'll come as soon as I go."

Jiang Yundu said, "Yes."

Shen Cang let go, and before leaving, he added: "When I come back, let's continue."

continue what?

Feng Huan lowered his eyes and heard his heart beating like thunder, wishing he could lose his hearing.

Fortunately, after Shen Cang finished speaking, he stood up with his sword.

Feng Huan came to the apse with him, and when he opened the door to enter, he saw that the real Lingji was there, so he took a step back.

Seeing them, Master Lingji nodded slightly to Feng Huan, and looked at Shen Cang: "The suzerain is waiting for my little friend."

Shen Cang looked in the direction he pointed sideways.

Demon Venerable stood in front of the reincarnation mirror with his hands behind his back.

The sound of footsteps approached, and the figure who had been separated not long ago flickered slightly and turned around.

Shen Cang looked at him: "Sect Master Jiang, is there something for me?"

Jiang Yundu took a step forward and was in front of Shen Cang: "I want you to do something for me."

Having already promised him, Shen Cang had expected it a long time ago: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Yundu said: "Help me heal."

Healing?

Shen Cang frowned: "Are you injured?"

He was present in the previous battle, the demon king had the upper hand, and Juechentian's evil spirit didn't come close at all, how could he be injured?

Could it be that the competition between high-level cultivators has hidden energy that he can't see?

Feng Huan also shuddered.

The master was burdened by the tribulation of love, and his cultivation was weakened. Only he and Daoist Lingji knew the inside story of this matter. Now, the master wants to tell the truth to Shen Cang?

Jiang Yundu said: "It is."

"When?" Shen Cang looked at his face, but couldn't see the clue, "Is the injury serious?"

Jiang Yundu's expression softened slightly: "Don't worry, it's okay."

Shen Cang raised his hand, ready to take the pulse to see the injury: "Is it convenient?"

Jiang Yundu hasn't spoken yet.

Master Lingji raised his fist to cover his mouth and coughed twice.

Jiang Yundu put his hand behind his back again, turned around and walked to the side futon: "No need."

Shen Cang also walked over: "Why did you come to me? Daoist Lingji has a higher level of cultivation, so he should be able to help you more."

Jiang Yundu said: "Only you can help me."

Shen Cang's eyes lightly moved, and he quickly understood: "Is it my practice?"

Other than that, he couldn't think of any other places that could attract the Demon Lord's attention.

Jiang Yundu paused slightly: "Not bad."

Shen Cang sat down opposite him: "What do you want me to do?"

Jiang Yundu didn't answer: "Inspiration."

Daoist Lingji is on the side.

Not long after Jiang Yundu came back, he was only a little earlier than Shen Cang, and he didn't know much.

However, Shen Cang's spiritual power was able to prevent Jiang Yundu's realm from declining, which really surprised him. Relying on 2000 years more wasted time than Jiang Yundu, he had seen a method, so he could test it a little.

"Calm your mind and keep your spirits in check."

Hearing this, Shen Cang took one last look at Jiang Yundu, closed his eyes and made a gesture, with his palms facing up, resting on his knees.

The spiritual power in the meridians gathers in the dantian, is pulled by an external force, and slowly flows out of the body.

Feng Huan stood behind Lingji Daoist, held his breath and kept silent, not to disturb.

He watched as two streams of spiritual power, one silver and one gold, overflowed from Jiang Yundu's and Shen Cang's dantian respectively, turned into wisps of spiritual power and flew towards the intersection of the center, slowly touching and entangled.

Seeing this, the corners of Daoist Lingji's eyes twitched.

The spells in his hands are so complicated that they almost condense into afterimages, changing instantly.

Feng Huan didn't see something special in the spiritual power, and wanted to ask, but seeing this scene, he swallowed his words completely.

a long time.

The inspirational real person closes the momentum.

Jiang Yundu opened his eyes, and saw Shen Cang's eyelids move slightly, and then turned to Master Lingji: "How?"

Daoist Lingji hesitated for a moment: "It cannot be decided immediately."

Jiang Yundu's eyes sank slightly, and he said to Shen Cang, "Go back first."

Shen Cang saw that it was inconvenient for them to say something in front of him, so he got up and said, "Come and tell me the result."

Jiang Yundu said, "Yes."

Shen Cang nodded to the two people on the side again, stepped out, and Yu Jian left.

Feng Huan looked at Jiang Yundu and asked for instructions: "Master?"

Jiang Yundu waved his hand.

Feng Huan understood, turned around and retreated, and closed the door.

There are only two people left in the hall.

Daoist Lingji flipped his palms, and two closely entangled and indiscriminate spiritual forces rolled in his palm.

Jiang Yundu looked at it, and said in a low voice, "Speak."

There was still some hesitation on the face of Lingji Daoist, after hearing his words, he said: "Your honor is right, Shen Cang's spiritual power is enough to blend with your honor."

Jiang Yundu raised his eyes.

Lingji Daoist sighed: "But Shen Cang's skills are special, and it's hard to see through the poor. In addition, Shen Cang's spiritual power does not come from his own body, and it will dissipate once it is out of control. Except for Shen Cang, no one can function anymore. If the nobleman wants to use this to resist Love robbery, there are only two ways."

"Go on."

"First, refining Shen Cang's Yuanying may solve the urgent need." After Lingji finished speaking, he intuited the cold and murderous attack on his face, and hurriedly continued, "This method is vicious and destroys Shen Cang's foundation. Won't work. As for the second—"

Speaking of the second method, his voice stopped.

But knowing that Jiang Yundu was dissatisfied with the first method, he didn't pause for too long.

"It is to use the method of dual cultivation of Taoist couples to absorb them in joy."

The oncoming chill suddenly froze.

Daoist Lingji looked at Jiang Yundu: "It's just that it's about love, and you need to think twice."

"Have you already divination?"

"Yes." Daoist Lingji said, "Resisting the catastrophe of love is not going through the catastrophe of love. This method is only a suspension, and the consequences are still unknown."

Seeing that the spiritual powers of Shen Cang and Jiang Yundu are completely integrated, one can see that the two are deeply involved, which he has never seen in his life.

Love robbery is also a secret.

Wouldn't it be too easy to reverse the heaven's secrets by relying on external force.

Cultivators go against the sky, and Jiang Yundu is extremely talented, which is even rarer.

He once personally calculated the love disaster for Jiang Yundu, but because Jiang Yundu's heart is as ice as iron, he didn't take it too seriously.

Until now, each of these piles is showing the secret of heaven.

This catastrophe is probably inevitable.

Daoist Lingji looked at Jiang Yundu's indifferent profile turned out of the window.

The word love and robbery is the most taboo to be emotional, not heavenly robbery.

Shen Cang was still in the dark, if Jiang Yundu got deeper and deeper, it would only add more hidden dangers.

The long silence in the hall made Lingji's heart sink.

He understood Jiang Yundu's plight very well.

Jiang Yundu, who is only one step away from crossing the catastrophe in the world of demons, is the greatest hope in the cultivation world.

In the past month or so, including Biyuntian, the atrocities committed by the demons everywhere have caused heavy casualties, and the pleas of cultivators for Jiang Yundu to come out of the mountain have become louder and louder.

And Jiang Yundu cared so much about love, the reason for the decline in realm was nine out of ten.

Daoist Lingji counted with his fingers, but it was still smoky, and there was no mystery.

He looked at Jiang Yundu again, and suggested hesitantly, "If it's just for delay, why don't you give it a try?"