The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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The spiritual power of Zhe Mo and Zhe Yu slowly gathered together, and the black evil energy merged with each other, turning into a raging fire that burned the Snow Mountain Iron.

The color of the iron was slightly reddened by the efforts of the two, but after nearly a stick of incense, the iron only maintained the state of being reddened, without the slightest tendency to soften or break.

Zhe Mo frowned, and looked up at Zhe Yu.

Zhe Yu understood, and immediately withdrew his spiritual power.

"I'm not feeling well." Zhemo also stopped and spoke, his voice slightly weak.

"What's wrong?" Zhe Yu asked worriedly, after a while he seemed to think of something, his face changed suddenly, "Brother, is it a poison attack?"

Zhe Mo shook his head, he squatted down slowly, and used spiritual power to increase the protective layer on his legs, "Too much spiritual power is consumed, and the cold air enters the body."

The physical feeling was not obvious, but his injured leg had already started to tremble, as if a knife was grinding his kneecap, and the soreness and swelling along the nerves of the leg rushed straight to the surrounding flesh and blood, and the pain was unbearable.

Zhe Yu panicked.

He tightened his grip on the hot iron just now, continued to input spiritual power, and said through gritted teeth: "We can't delay any longer, the longer we stay here, the worse our situation will be."

Zhemo nodded: "Yeah."

"You rest for a while, I will continue." Zhe Yu took a deep breath, and suddenly increased the aggressiveness of his spiritual power.

The evil spirit began to radiate from all over the skin, lingering around his whole body.

Zhe Mo saw the worry in Zhe Yu's eyes, and also saw the fatigue of the other party's excessive consumption of spiritual energy.

He also held the iron railing of the cage, closed his eyes, and the black rune culture became a mist around him.

The area covered by the mist is getting bigger and bigger. The moment the evil spirit and the mist meet, the two of them looked at each other, and at the same time, they exhausted nearly half of their spiritual power to destroy the railing held by the two hands.

"Boom!" The two breaths converged and exploded in the snow.The whole mountain seemed to shake, and the snow fell rustlingly.

At this time, on the white ground, black gas seemed to be scorched, floating slowly in the cold air, blinding people's sight.

Even though Qing Li was protected by Zhe Yu's spiritual power, he was repelled by the huge impact and fell to the ground.

But he quickly got up from the ground, stared blankly at the place shrouded in black mist, and said worriedly: "Master!"

The fog was blown away by the cold wind.

The figures of Zhe Mo and Zhe Yu gradually became clear.

The two consumed a lot of spiritual power in a short period of time, and neither of them stood firm, kneeling on one knee.

However, the iron railing that separated the two remained unchanged, and even the red-hot areas were gradually recovering.

Zhe Yu's pupils were dilated due to unwillingness and rage, he punched into the snow and collapsed, "How could this happen!"

"As long as the cold air doesn't dissipate, the Snow Mountain Iron will not be damaged at all." Zhe Mo poked out what was going on, and his usually calm eyes were a little more disappointed.

Qingli hurried over, knelt on the ground, stretched his hand into the cage, trying to lift Zhemo up from the snow: "Master, are you alright?"

Zhe Mo shook his head, rejecting Qing Li's kindness, "Let's go."

"Let's go?" Zhe Yu and Qing Li asked back at the same time.

Zhe Yu glared at Qing Li, pulled him away from Zhe Mo, and said in an extremely displeased tone, "Senior brother, I came here to rescue you, if you can't leave, I won't withdraw either."

"You will only die here if you stay here." Zhe Mo blamed in his voice, "The demon cultivator's breath has leaked out, and the demon master will come looking for him soon. Leave the snow mountain before he finds you, don't be dragged down by me."

"It's a big deal to die together." Zhe Yu smiled, but now he became more relaxed, "There is nothing to be afraid of."

"You!" Zhemo had a bad premonition in his heart, and he rushed into his chest strongly, so his tone became more and more anxious, "Go, leave me alone, the snow mountain iron is hard to destroy, and this place is extremely unfavorable to Moxiu."

"I still have half of my spiritual power." Zhe Yu said in a calm tone, "Brother, let's try again."

"If you spend all your spiritual power here, you will no longer be able to leave the snow mountain..."

"Leave, where else do you want to go?" The sudden voice from behind made Zhemo and Zheyu stagnate at the same time.

Zhe Yu turned his head, his eyes included the face of Yao Zun.

Yaozun's injury has recovered more than half in a short period of time, his slightly provocative eyes wandered between Zhe Mo and Zhe Yu, and finally landed on Qing Li.

"Huh?" The black scales on Yaozun's forehead moved, "Are you here?"

Qingli pursed her lower lip, and did not choose to approach Yaozun: "You release the master, why do you keep him locked up, Moxiu can't stay in the snow for a long time."

"Master?" Yaozun's eyes suddenly sank, "Who are you calling master, a dying monk?"

With a wave of his hand, the Yaozun forcefully dragged Qingli back to his side with his spiritual power, he pinched Qingli's face and said in a vicious voice, "Don't you forget who you are serving?"

"I haven't forgotten." Qingli couldn't help but laugh, "But I hope you let him out, he's injured, it's not good for any of us."

"When you said that, I remembered." Yaozun let go of Qingli, and turned his gaze back to Zhemo and the two of them, "They didn't intend to do me any favors, and the disciples didn't bring anything, so I can't see anything sincerity."

"Bastard!" Zhe Yu's eyes were red with anger, he stood up and clenched his fists, "You imprisoned my senior brother in the snow mountain to suffer from the cold, is this your negotiating attitude?"

"You don't need to bring disciples." Yaozun shrugged his shoulders, showing an indifferent attitude, "but your good senior brother may not survive."

Qingli's complexion changed suddenly, and he was about to speak when he heard the Yaozun continue: "Oh, it's not just him, you will die here too today. I, I thought of a good way on the way here. When you die, Jinshan will die." The dragons have no leader. I just make up a reason and blame Guizun for your death. Do you think the idiots in Jinshan will take the initiative to lean on me for revenge? Then I can get the whole Jinshan and join me without any effort. Serve me."

"Fart!" The spiritual power emerged from Zhe Yu's palm, and his eyes were sharp, "You have done a lot of evil, and you are trying to drag Jinshan into the water? What right do you have to meddle with Jinshan's disciples, you should stay in the animal world, don't come to the world Harm the world!"

The Yaozun was hit in pain, red light flashed in his eyes, and he turned into a giant snake and opened his bloody mouth towards Zhe Yu.

Zhe Yu immediately erected a spiritual barrier, resisting its attack forcefully.

"Don't fight!" Qingli knew that the situation was not good for Zhemo, so he stood aside and said loudly to Zheyu, "Your brother is trapped, he can't help you, how can you beat Yaozun alone? Now go back and bring you Disciple, surrender to Yaozun, so that you can survive! Do you still want to rescue senior brother? Isn’t your purpose of coming here to bring him home safely?"

"Zhe Yu!" Zhe Mo saw Zhe Yu's trembling standing legs in the confrontation, and said anxiously, "Don't do it, you can't beat it."

"Brother, don't worry, I won't abandon you again." Zhe Yu's body was lowered and lowered by the Yaozun, his forehead was bulging with blue veins due to his fierce resistance, and he was covered with cold sweat, but he still took the time to answer Zhe Mo's words, "It's a big deal ... just disappear into the world together, as long as I am with you, I have nothing to be afraid of."

"My spiritual power is bound by the cage, it can't get out...I can't help you, don't hold on..." Zhe Mo's eyes were red, he grabbed the railing that didn't move no matter how shaken, and broke down, "See the opportunity and run, run!"

"Run?" Yaozun flicked his tail and hit Zhe Yu's leg hard, "Dream!"

"Oh!" Zhe Yu felt the pain, and suddenly knelt down on one knee.

The place where the knee touched the ground gradually overflowed with bright red blood, the flesh was cut by the scales of the snake body, and even the bones were injured.

Qing Li stared at the glaring red on the snow surface, and blinked in confusion.

After pondering for a while, he suddenly said: "Master, the snow field is not conducive to the environment for you demon cultivators. You just spent most of your spiritual power on the cage, and your strength has been greatly reduced. You are not as good as Yaozun, but now your Senior brother can't help you, Yao Zun can easily kill you. What are you insisting on, why don't you leave?"

Zhe Yu didn't have time to answer, the Yaozun flicked his tail again, his whole body was volleyed and fell to the ground, his body rolled down in the snow a few times, and he hit the snow mountain iron that imprisoned Zhemo before stopping.

"You're injured!" Zhemo saw the cut on Zheyu's back from top to bottom, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to touch Zheyu. The tears swirling in his eyes fell in the cold wind and condensed into ice in mid-air.

Yaozun raised his lips: "I'm about to die, but there is one more."

Turning his gaze to Zhemo, the tail of the snake slapped on the ground like a clamor, making a frightening sound.

Gathering momentum, roaring, and attacking, the giant snake's tail threw countless sharp scales and hit Zhemo in the cage.

Zhemo couldn't avoid it at all.

The cage is only so big, but the scales are overwhelming.

He stretched out his hand from the cage, trying to push away Zhe Yu who was lying beside the railing, but at the very moment, Zhe Yu suddenly knelt up straight with some strength, and stopped all the scales that should have fallen on Zhe Mo's body. Down, into your own flesh.

The chest, abdomen, shoulders, and arms were pierced with countless blood holes in an instant.

Under the severe pain, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and new red flowers bloomed in the snow, alluring and dazzling.

"Zhe Yu! Zhe Yu! How are you?" Zhe Mo grabbed Zhe Yu's clothes with trembling hands, trying desperately, desperately to break free from the shackles of the railing, to make Zhe Yu turn around, and to see the other party's injuries.

But Zhe Yu didn't have the strength to turn around.

He answered Zhe Mo's words with a gentle voice, and he still smiled: "Actually, ten thousand arrows can pierce the heart, it's nothing more than that..."

There is no pain when Zhemo ignores him.

Didn't watch Zhe Mo approaching Qing Li in such a tragic way.

Zhemo's lips trembled, and he squeezed out broken syllables hoarsely. He called Zheyu, but Zheyu was slowly falling to the ground. The dilapidated body in a pool of blood.

Zhemo's vision was blurred by tears, he looked at Zheyu's sleeping figure in dismay, his lips trembled violently.

He pounded on the iron with his fist, trying with all his strength to break it open.

The five knuckles were scarlet, and he cried heart-rendingly: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh——"

It's all his fault.

It's all his fault for accepting the new stove.

Involve the entire Jinshan into the trap of the Yaozun.

He harmed Zhe Yu and the entire Jinshan, he deserves to die, everything is his fault...

"Overestimate one's abilities." After Yaozun finished commenting, he looked sharply at Zhemo who was intact, his pupils tightened suddenly, he manipulated the scales for the second time, and shot straight at the opponent.

It thought that Zhemo would surely die.

Before the countless snake scales shot back to its huge body, it still maintained the arrogant idea of ​​controlling Jinshan.

Until the first scale pierced the scales of its snake body, it continued to bear more and more attacks without any resistance.

The black scales on the ground gradually increased, and the destroyed snake scales of the Yaozun's self-defense gradually decreased.

It raised its eyes in surprise to look for its attacker, but only saw countless spells lingering in the air.

"This deity doesn't know that a beast that got out of the mud dares to shout in front of this deity's disciples?"

The arrogant voice mixed with strong anger, together with the huge sense of oppression it brought to people, was sent to Yaozun's ears.

The talisman melted the fog, and the fog cleared, and what appeared was Xiao Su's figure, and his pregnant Zhao Yan who was held in his arms with one hand.

Xiao Su's body was full of evil spirits, his eyes were gloomy, like Shura from hell, staring at the trembling soul of Yaozun in his body.

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130 Chapter Three Can't Be Coaxed

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Under Xiao Su's gaze, Yaozun's huge body shrank severely.

Its vertical pupils were filled with panic and fear, and it froze in place, daring not to make any moves.

Xiao Su looked sideways at the cage where Zhemo was imprisoned, and Zheyu lying in a pool of blood.

The flame between the eyebrows was burning hotter and hotter in anger, Xiao Su opened his hand to the cage, and the cage was burned by the sky fire from bottom to top, the iron that was indestructible a second ago is now like fragile wood burning raging flames, Instantly turned into black mist and dissipated.

When Zhe Mo saw Xiao Su, he raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, his eyes were full of joy, which was the dependence and longing accumulated after nearly a thousand years of getting along.

He knelt down and said in a hoarse voice: "See... Heavenly Demon..."

Xiao Su wrapped Zhe Yu with spiritual power, ending the pain of continuous blood flow.

"I've protected his heart, you remove the scales for Zhe Yu, as soon as possible." Xiao Su gave orders to Zhe Mo, and turned his eyes to Yao Zun again.

Yaozun wanted to escape, but stopped because of Xiao Su's eyes.

It immediately lowered its posture and begged for mercy in a miserable voice: "I won't dare to do it again next time, I'm obsessed with ghosts, and I'm damned if I do anything to your disciple..."

Xiao Su sneered: "Since you also think you deserve to die, then this deity is as you wish."

He interrupted the giant snake's noisy begging for mercy, and with a wave of his hand, three spells with strange patterns appeared in the air.

Yao Zun didn't expect that Xiao Su would never let it go, but with a flash of his mind, the spell was like the snow mountain iron it imprisoned Zhemo, with a scorching temperature enough to burn all the hard snake scales around it, and trapped it in the central.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

Zhaoyan was horrified and felt physically uncomfortable, and couldn't help shivering in Xiao Su's arms.

Xiao Su lowered his head to look at Zhaoyan, his gaze changed from cruel to soft, he rubbed the back of Zhaoyan's head: "Roast snake, do you want to eat?"

Zhao Yan immediately shook his head: "No, don't eat, there are parasites."

Xiao Su smiled: "It is not an ordinary snake, its flesh is firm, its spiritual power is rich, and it is very nourishing."

"Don't eat." Zhao Yan continued to shake his head, buried his face into Xiao Su's hot chest, blocking the communication with Xiao Su.

Hearing their conversation, the Yaozun tried to break free in desperation, but its spiritual power was completely ineffective under Xiao Su's attack. Not only did it fail several times, it couldn't even reduce its own pain.

"Xiao, Xiao Su...your disciple has been poisoned by me...you can't kill me, and without my antidote, he won't live long..."

Xiao Su was enraged by Yaozun's threatening words, and the evil spirit in his body became more and more intense: "You are courting death!"

"As long as, as long as you let me go... I will tell you where the antidote is..." Yaozun softened his attitude again and discussed, "Please..."

Zhemo, who was fetching snake scales for the unconscious Zheyu, felt his heart tremble, knowing that he had caused trouble, his eyes drooped.

"I'm sorry, Heavenly Demon, it's my fault." Zhe Mo said slowly, holding Zhe Yu's hand tightly.

Xiao Su was sure that the Yaozun was not lying, suppressed his anger, stopped the attack of the spell, "antidote."

Yaozun was able to breathe, and the whole snake collapsed into a ball on the ground.Its weary eyes turned to Qingli who was standing not far away, silent and calculating.

But Xiao Su is too strong now, under God's nose, it dare not play tricks.After weighing it for a long time, he finally chose to spit out the antidote and sent it to Qingli.

"This is your antidote." Yaozun said weakly, "Eat it, and you will be detoxified."

At this time, everyone's eyes turned to Qingli.

Zhaoyan also poked his head out of Xiao Su's arms, looking at what happened before him with searching eyes.

Qingli swallowed the medicine, and met Shangzhemo's gaze in the alluring snow.

He showed a pale but gentle smile to Zhemo, but Zhemo's eyes were as indifferent as frost, colder than the heavy snow all over the sky.

Qingli clenched her fists tightly and stood firm.

"Take the detoxified blood of the cauldron as a guide, mix the snowy mountain wood, and take it." After the Yaozun finished speaking, he looked at Xiao Su with begging eyes containing a glimmer of hope, "Heavenly Demon, now... can you let me go Yet?"

Xiao Su: "Apart from that, what else did you do to the disciple of this deity?"

"No, no more..." Yaozun shook his head hastily, "It was poisoned just once."

"Oh, it's just poisoning? What did the deity see?" Xiao Su sarcastically said, "You took half the life of the deity's third disciple. If the deity didn't arrive in time, wouldn't you even spare the deity's second disciple?"

The three spells that restrained the Yaozun shone red under Xiao Su's gloomy eyes, and strangled the Yaozun again: "You imprisoned my disciple in a severe cold place, and I will burn you with fire from the sky. This is called reciprocity."

"Xiao, Xiao Su...you backtracked, you...ahhhh——" Yaozun never expected that Xiao Su would drive it to extinction, and his eyes turned red with anger, but it was useless.

The red runes on the spell shot out long flaming arrows, from the snake's eyes, to its neck and torso, every place was pierced fiercely, back and forth, and repeated many times.

The scales were destroyed, the flesh was cut, the blood flowed down the snake's body, and the spiritual power was burning. The torment it sent to Zhe Yu was now all returned by Xiao Su with interest.

Xiao Su lowered his head to look at Zhemo and Zheyu, then glanced at the unfamiliar Qingli, and then waved his hand, leading everyone away from here.

The snow-capped mountain was huge, and the roar and wailing of the Yaozun resounded, causing the world to tremble.

While the black fire was burning, its battered body was gradually buried by the snow falling from the sky.

Several hours later, it was not only Xiao Su's fire that dissipated in the mortal world, but also the spirit pill that had been cultivated for thousands of years in Yaozun's belly.

The body is annihilated, the primordial spirit is completely destroyed, and there will never be a day of rebirth.

Jinshan.

Zhe Mo looked away from the face of Zhe Yu who was being held horizontally by him, and carefully placed him on the bed for Xiao Su to treat.

Xiao Su lifted Zhe Yu's blood-stained clothes, revealing his body with countless holes.

Zhaoyan knew at first that Zheyu was injured, but he didn't expect the other party to be injured so badly, and was instantly terrified.

"Xiao Su, nothing will happen to him, right?" Zhao Yan asked worriedly.

"You go out with Zhemo, you are not allowed to come in without my order." Xiao Su covered Zheyu with spiritual power, really afraid that Zheyu's appearance would frighten Zhaoyan, so he lost his seriousness when he spoke.

Zhaoyan froze for a moment under the commanding tone of the other party.

His lips trembled slightly, then he nodded and turned to leave.

Zhe Mo followed closely behind, with a residual bright red on his pale face, which was Zhe Yu's blood.

They closed the door and went elsewhere.

Seeing Zhaoyan standing in front of him alive, a trace of surprise flashed in Zhemo's eyes.

"You..." Zhemo frowned, "Is it Zhaoyan?"

Hearing Zhemo's voice, Zhaoyan pulled himself together: "Well, Xiao Su save me."

"Indeed, if it's a demon, there's nothing he can't do."

"You, too, were poisoned." Thinking of this, Zhao Yan asked nervously, "Do you want to take the antidote first? I'll get it for you. What should I do?"

Zhe Mo Jing reminded, and then he pulled his mind from Zhe Yu back to himself.

"No, you just rest, I'll go by myself." He had to go to Qingli, and if the toxin flared up later, he would lose his composure in front of Zhaoyan, "I'll take my leave first."

Zhaoyan thinks about it too, he doesn't know anything about the matter, he just caused trouble when he went, "Okay..."

After Zhe Mo left, Zhao Yan looked back at the room where Xiao Su was, and slowly lowered his eyes.

Xu Shi was worried that Zhe Yu cared about Zhe Mo and cared about the safety of the two of them, so his heart was heavy.

Or maybe, he didn't like Xiao Su's attitude when he spoke just now.

The unfamiliar Jinshan found a place at random, and sat down under the tree, his chin resting on his knees in frustration.

It's fine if the omega during pregnancy can't get the pheromone of alpha to comfort her, but now she can't get the sandalwood that smells good on Xiao Su's body, so her mood fluctuates extremely.

He is not happy.

He decided to ignore Xiao Su.

Xiao Su couldn't coax him either.