The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhaoyan was stunned.

He stood his body silently, stood aside and did not come closer.

Here, when He Xiaochuan saw Xiao Su, his eyes were about to split open: "Demon Venerable Xiao Su?!"

He turned his eyes to Zhexi, seemed to understand something, and cursed: "You bitch, you are colluding to murder me!"

"There's no time." Xiao Su didn't talk nonsense with He Xiaochuan. There was so much commotion here, the surrounding guards must have noticed it, and they would come here soon, "Zhexi, do you kill or shall I kill?"

"I'll do it myself." Zhe Xi tremblingly got up from the ground, the folding fan slowly emerged in his palm, opened it, and attacked He Xiaochuan.

The blood on He Xiaochuan's neck didn't stop flowing out, and now he wants to use spiritual power to recover himself, but Zhexi didn't give him a chance.

The fan crossed He Xiaochuan's neck countless times, with deadly moves, but they were all stopped.

The three disciples who were squatting in the dark watching the wind saw a large number of monks coming from Luomei Pavilion with swords in their hands. They hurried forward to guard the door, ready to fight to the death.

Before Zhexi comes out, no one can disturb her.

He Xiaochuan's spiritual power leaked out badly, and Xiao Su blocked the spiritual energy he sent out to summon others time and time again.

However, if the number of times is too many, people will always notice the evil spirit of the Demon Lord, and it can't be dragged on any longer.

Both Zhexi and He Xiaochuan were injured, the two were deadlocked, unable to compare the outcome, Xiao Su was impatient: "Do you need help?"

Amidst the ear-piercing sound of purple bells, Zhexi took the time to look back at Xiao Su, and nodded: "Need."

Xiao Su raised his lips, and surrounded Zhaoyan tightly with evil spirit.

He waved his palm, and three spells appeared in the air, glowing with black and red devilish energy, instantly imprisoning He Xiaochuan's body in place.

"As soon as possible." Xiao Su couldn't let the evil spirit leak beyond this room, so the spiritual power was deliberately suppressed too much, "I can't control him for too long."

Hearing the words, Zhexi suddenly had a murderous look in his eyes, and the edge of the folding fan infused with spiritual power was as sharp as a blade, and once again slashed fiercely towards He Xiaochuan's body.

Under the severe pain, He Xiaochuan's eyes and pupils suddenly constricted, because he couldn't move his whole body. In desperation, he poured all his spiritual power into the purple bell, and the spiritual power carried in the purple bell skyrocketed in a short time.

The moment Zhexi's fan was thrust into his neck, the bell exploded with a deafening sound.

The entire East House trembled, countless tiles fell from the roof, dust flew into the air, vases shattered to the ground, and the luxuriously decorated house just a second ago turned into ruins in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Su quickly protected Zhaoyan and Zhexi under the barrier of evil energy, and the aura released by He Xiaochuan before his death could not hurt them in the slightest.He gritted his teeth in resentment unwillingly, and with the last bit of strength, he broke through the barrier of the East Residence and forcibly ordered the Luomei Pavilion.

"All the disciples of Luomei Pavilion listen to the order. The demon cultivator plotted against my life. Starting today, the entire courtyard will be thoroughly investigated. Anyone who sees the demon cultivator will be killed without mercy!"

"Heh." Xiao Su lowered his eyes and smiled.

Zhe Xi clutched his shoulders, looked at him puzzled, his breath slightly weak: "We've been exposed."

"Killing too fast." Xiao Su glanced at Zhe Xi, "Are you relieved?"

"I know that once you make a move, the situation will be like this." There is no disappointment in Zhexi's eyes. Xiao Su is too important to him, so important that he can participate in his hatred and his revenge. outsider.

"Your Majesty, the guards of Luomei Pavilion are here, and the figure of the Lingshan disciple is also inside!" The disciple outside the door couldn't hold on anymore, and knocked on the door to signal.

"Retreat." Xiao Su ordered, and he took Zhaoyan and Zhexi together and disappeared into a cloud of black mist.

The three disciples stood in the rear, preventing the enemy from pursuing, buying time for Xiao Su and others to escape.

However, the guards in Luomei Hall distributed throughout the area are all ready to go, and the strict defenses arranged earlier are like a net, capturing the breath of demon cultivators everywhere, so Xiao Su can't get rid of them.

"How's your body?" Xiao Su asked, looking down at the densely packed monks on the ground.

Zhe Xi took a deep breath, and relieved the discomfort coming from his shoulders: "It's okay, but it needs time to recuperate."

"En." Xiao Su speeded up, took the two of them away from the group of guards, and temporarily stayed in the woods of Luomei Pavilion.

In fact, he was more worried about Zhaoyan's body. As soon as he landed, he couldn't help stroking Zhaoyan's lower abdomen: "How are you? Can you continue to move forward?"

Because of the presence of outsiders, such an intimate act caused Zhao Yan to blush instantly, and the itchiness from being touched on the abdomen was infinitely magnified.

He wanted to sneak into Xiao Su's arms comfortably, but this time was not suitable, so he dodged a little bit uncomfortably, and whispered: "I'm fine, I can continue."

Taking into account his feelings, Xiao Su withdrew his hand: "I can kill them all, but not now."

No matter how many people Xiao Su can kill, it's just the second time life is ruined, it's just the second time to destroy the world.

Xiao Su didn't care about the life or death of others.

It's just that his spiritual power hasn't broken through the catastrophe so far, so he shouldn't act rashly.

Yun Xiangyi has always been a nasty thorn in the hatred between him and the cultivators. He used to be able to lose, but now Xiao Su can't afford to lose.

Yun Xiangyi has his eye on his pregnant partner, and until he can confront Yun Xiangyi, he can't let Zhaoyan have an accident because of him.

After a brief breath adjustment, Zhe Xi regained some strength, and was about to tell Xiao Su that he could continue to escape, when he raised his eyes, he saw the figure of a cultivator not far away.

It's dark, layer after layer.

Zhexi raised the volume to remind: "My lord, they are chasing you."

Xiao Su hugged Zhaoyan's waist with one hand: "Let's go."

As soon as he took a step, a white figure suddenly appeared in the air, blocking his way.

as predicted……

"Yun Xiangyi." Xiao Su frowned impatiently, "You really have nothing to do."

Yun Xiangyi landed steadily, and stood some distance away from Xiao Su.

The waist-length hair is windless, and the slender eyelashes seem to have just experienced a big snowstorm. They are wet and white.

"The curator He has an accident," Yun Xiangyi said, and Zhaoyan shivered from the cold, "You did it."

Xiao Su handed Zhaoyan into Zhexi's hands: "Take Zhaoyan and go first, and be sure to protect him well."

After Zhexi looked back, they were already surrounded.After a few seconds of silence, he responded, "Okay."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed Zhaoyan's arm, and the moment he opened the folding fan, Xiao Su's evil spirit blocked everyone out, protecting them into black mist and disappearing in front of everyone.

Yun Xiangyi's eyes slowly turned to the direction where Zhaoyan left, as if time stood still for him, and even if he made a move, it gave people an extremely peaceful feeling.

"You can't take him away." Yun Xiangyi said.

Xiao Su raised his eyes, his eyes were full of contempt: "It depends on how many people you have?"

Too much is useless, none of the disciples of Luomei Hall dared to approach Xiao Su, nor could they approach Xiao Su.

The evil spirit of the Demon Lord rose from the ground, cracks appeared faintly on the ground, and a slight vibration was enough to make everyone tremble with fear.

The disaster thousands of years ago has not completely disappeared from their memory. They clearly know that the Xiao Su in front of them is the Demon Lord back then, and a single spell can kill dozens of people.

He is cold-blooded and merciless, disregarding human life, and the places he passes are crowded with people and not a blade of grass grows.

The flames between Xiao Su's eyebrows ignited ragingly, and his eyes staring at Yun Xiangyi sank inch by inch.

Yun Xiangyi unsheathed the long sword in his hand, not attacking but defending: "Change to a place where there are no people."

"No." Xiao Su pursed his lips, and he spread out his palms, floating in the air, filled with evil spirit, like the biggest demon in the world who climbed up from hell, "Since we meet old friends, I will send you a blood feast as a meeting gift, How are you?"

As soon as the words fell, some disciples couldn't bear his strong spiritual power, knelt down on one knee, vomiting blood.

Yun Xiangyi's expression remained unchanged, and his voice was as cold as ice: "You are not without weaknesses."

"Just try." Xiao Su knew that the other party was threatening him, but the playfulness in his eyes did not fade away.

"You care about him."

"none of your business."

Yun Xiangyi's eyes flickered slightly.

Xiao Su saw his intentions: "If you hurt him a little bit, I guarantee that I will take the lives of all living beings to be buried with him, and the whole world of cultivating immortals will never have peace from now on!"

Yun Xiangyi looked at him quietly for a long while, then said, "Xiao Su, you are no longer a demon."

After Zhexi escaped from Luomei Pavilion with Zhaoyan, her spiritual power was overdrawn, her body was really unable to hold on, and she was on the verge of collapsing.

Zhaoyan hurriedly held his arm and let him lean against him: "Be careful."

Zhexi's face was pale, she raised her eyelids to glance at Zhaoyan, and pushed him away for the second time: "Stay away from me."

Zhaoyan was pushed away, but Zexi took a few steps back before standing still.

"Let's take a break." Zhao Yan said to Zhe Xi, "You are not feeling well."

"You don't need to show mercy." Zhexi's voice was cold and full of reproaches, "If you hadn't been slowing down, Your Majesty wouldn't have left any aftermath."

"I know." Zhaoyan pursed his lips, his eyes were flushed because he felt uncomfortable, "I don't have the function of a cauldron, he can't beat it, Yun Xiangyi."

"You go to the woods ahead and wait, my disciples will be here soon." Xiao Su's ominous situation is more than ominous, Zhexi no longer has the energy to argue with Zhaoyan, listening to Zhaoyan's useless self-blame and repentance, "They will take you Go back to Hanshan."

"how about you?"

"I'll go back and help him." Saying that, Zhexi took out a pill from his waist and took it to help him adjust his breath, prompting him to repair the damage in his body in a short time.

Seeing this, Zhaoyan recalled what Xiao Su said last time that he should not be disturbed when he was in samadhi, so he didn't say anything more.

After about half an incense stick, the three Hanshan disciples arrived.

"Master, Your Majesty and Yun Xiangyi are fighting." The disciple gasped, "Should we inform Second Master and Third Master to help?"

Zhe Xi closed his eyes, and after slowly withdrawing his spiritual power, he shook his head: "What Your Majesty wants is escape, not fighting. You take the furnace cauldron back to Hanshan, and according to your superior's instructions, the furnace protection cauldron will not be hurt at all."

"Yes." The disciples responded.

After Zhexi finished explaining, she turned around and went back, ignoring the unhealed injury.

Zhaoyan's hands hanging by his side clenched into fists, he was no less worried than Zhexi, but Zhexi could go back, but he couldn't.

He could only stand there and watch Zhexi go away, dumbfounded, like a waste.

After Zhexi left, the disciple opened his mouth and said to Zhaoyan: "Why is it protecting you Zhouquan instead of Master Zhexi? The one who was injured was Master Zhexi, not you."

Zhaoyan froze for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"I heard that Yun Xiangyi's spiritual power was traced all the way to Hanshan because of you, exposing Hanshan's location. Now that it appears in Luomei Pavilion, it must have something to do with you." The disciple said.

Zhaoyan took a deep breath, and the circles of his eyes became more and more red: "This, I know."

"What is your relationship with Yun Xiangyi?" the disciple asked.

"It doesn't matter." Zhaoyan replied in a low voice.

The disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, clearly not believing Zhao Yan's answer.