The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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"Heh." Xiao Su raised his lips and smiled, but the smile didn't seep into his eyes, "So you're stupid."

Yun Xiangyi instantly drew his sword and pointed it at him, Luomei Pavilion was strewn with corpses, and Zangxue Town's demon cultivators invaded, Yun Xiangyi already knew about it.

Now Xiao Su led people to the foot of Lingshan, killed the guards, seized the spiritual energy, and blatantly shouted, it is really hateful.

The white spiritual power on the long sword gradually gathered, and the cold wind condensed into ice, circling around the blade.

Seeing this, Xuan Ye tilted his head to look at Yun Xiangyi, and said worriedly: "Immortal Venerable, this battle may be the second time life will be ruined. I don't know how many hundred years it will take to rebuild the world of immortality."

"Stubborn, I don't know how to repent." Yun Xiangyi said, "Pull."

Xiao Su's dark eyes reflected Yun Xiangyi's face, as well as the long hair floating on the other side and the snow-white robe, the arc of disdain on his lips deepened: "I thought you cared about your cultivation Immortal world, I never thought it would be less important than your own selfishness.

What the deity said is very clear, if the deity wants to stop, return the furnace of the deity to the deity.If you decide to exchange the furnace cauldron of this deity to improve your cultivation at the price of thousands of lives in the world of cultivating immortals, then this deity will accompany you to the end of this battle. "

As soon as the words fell to the ground, evil aura was everywhere around Xiao Su, overwhelming the sky in an instant.

In the darkness, the disciples of Lingshan were filled with panic, and the laughter of the demon cultivators was like evil spirits who had successfully escaped from hell, creaking in all directions, which was terrifying.

"Xianzun, what the hell is going on?" Under the crisis, Xuan Ye immediately released his spiritual power and erected a protective barrier for Lingshan disciples.He frowned puzzled, his gentle voice mixed with eagerness.

Why are you in no hurry...

What Xiao Su meant was that tens of millions of lives were on Yun Xiangyi's words, but Xuan Ye knew nothing about it.

The long sword in Yun Xiangyi's hand could not absorb his spiritual power, and his expression was still indifferent.

The Lingshan disciples and the disturbing demon cultivator resisted, and someone's blood spread at the foot of the mountain, dyeing it a dazzling red.

Yun Xiangyi watched all of this, but all of this seemed to have nothing to do with him.

He remained silent.

Some elders with considerable status in Lingshan panicked in his silence.

"What's going on?" the elders asked, "What kind of furnace is the Demon Lord's that caused you to argue so much?"

"What kind of furnace can it be?" Xiao Su took the lead in answering for Yun Xiangyi, "It's a rare one in a thousand years, a top-grade furnace."

As soon as this remark came out, the whole mountain was bustling.

It's not that the world of cultivating immortals has never had a precedent of chaos caused by a furnace, it's just that ordinary people fight for the furnace, and Yun Xiangyi, who is not stained by the world's fireworks, is also trapped by the furnace.

It is really, unexpected, subversive imagination, unbelievable...

"Xiangyi, if he wants the furnace, you can give it to him. Is it possible that the safety of the world of cultivating immortals is not as good as the mere furnace?"

"Xianzun, disasters happen overnight, but reconstruction takes place year after year."

Amid the persuasive voices of the crowd, Yun Xiangyi slowly raised his eyes: "Xiao Su is a first-class cauldron, and his spiritual power will be higher than mine in the future, so what should you do?"

After being instructed, the elders began to look embarrassed.Their brows became tighter and tighter, the demon cultivator was coming aggressively, and no one wanted to experience another life and death disaster: "But... oh..."

"I don't have it. The furnace is effective." A small, docile voice emerged from the crowd.

No one heard, Zhao Yan repeated a second time: "I am not, Lu Ding."

He passed through layers of sword-wielding disciples, trying to get close to Yun Xiangyi, but was stopped halfway.

Xianzun is not a role that unknown juniors can approach, and people with meager spiritual power like Zhao Yan are even more unqualified to step forward.

However, when Yun Xiangyi smelled the sweet scent in the air, his eyes moved.

When he turned his head, all the disciples moved to the sides to make way for his sight.

Zhaoyan was desperately pushing those who were pulling him, and the moment he met Shang Yun Xiangyi's gaze, he immediately froze in place.

The disciple loosened Zhaoyan's hand.

As soon as the confinement was released, Zhao Yan quickly stepped forward and ran to Yun Xiangyi's side: "I am not Lu Ding, I cannot help Xiao Su improve his spiritual power... There is no need for your worries."

There was no neckband around Zhaoyan's neck, and the elders with slightly higher spiritual power could smell the faintly seductive aura on Zhaoyan's body.

"Is he the furnace cauldron?"

"It really is... top grade."

At the foot of the mountain, Xiao Su caught a glimpse of Zhaoyan's figure, his pupils suddenly constricted.

He was about to use lightness kung fu to seize people on the flat ground on the mountainside, Yun Xiangyi seemed to have anticipated Xiao Su's move, the next second he stretched out his hand to grab Zhaoyan, and the aura circled upwards along the opponent's body like a white snake, drawing Zhaoyan was imprisoned in the barrier formed by spiritual power.

Xiao Su didn't dare to act rashly anymore.

The icy aura surrounded his body, making Zhaoyan tremble a little from the cold.He wanted to escape, but every time he moved, the barrier tightened a bit, making him uncomfortable...

"Yun Xiangyi, you dare to touch him!" Xiao Su's eyes were scarlet, he gritted his teeth, his whole body was full of evil spirits, and none of the Lingshan disciples who were swept away was spared, and immediately caught fire on the spot, their skin was scorched and turned into charcoal ashes and dissipated.

Yun Xiangyi who was called out did not reply.

But seeing this, the elders beside him yelled at Xiao Su: "Xiao Su, don't bully me too much!"

"Give him back to me, this deity stops." Xiao Su stared at Yun Xiangyi, "Or, let's fight to the end."

Yun Xiangyi was once again pushed to the forefront.

Everyone's eyes turned to him, whether it was the guards at the foot of the mountain who were fighting Moxiu, or the real person with a high position in Lingshan, they all began to keep quiet, waiting for Yun Xiangyi's answer.

But Yun Xiangyi seemed to stay out of the matter so calmly.

Silence.

Deathly silence.

Moxiu stopped making trouble, and Xiao Su also silently stared at the man on the mountainside who seemed to have just stepped out of the ice and snow, waiting for the other party's delayed reply.

"The world is full of life." Yun Xiangyi said slowly, with Zhaoyan's good-smelling tripod fragrance in his nostrils, and the imminent catastrophe flashed in front of his eyes, "Premium Furnace Cauldron."

He lowered his snow-white eyelids, his gaze followed Zhaoyan's face all the way down, and finally stopped on the other's lower abdomen.

Then, he looked at all the people around him who were looking at him.

The clean eyes trembled slightly, the hand under the snow-colored robe tightly clenched the long sword, the aura on the sword fluctuated, and the white ice melted and condensed soon.

Xiao Su knew that the other party was hesitating.

He knew what Yun Xiangyi was worried about.

He also knew that Yun Xiangyi's cultivation level was stagnant at Dujie.

If Yun Xiangyi failed to cross the tribulation this time, Xiao Su took the opportunity to crusade against Lingshan, and Lingshan would definitely be defeated.At that time, the world will live and die.

If Zhaoyan really played the role of the cauldron, Xiao Su's spiritual power improved by leaps and bounds, and the ending was no different from the former one.

and so……

Yun Xiangyi raised his hand unexpectedly, and slapped Zhaoyan's body.

Under Xiao Su's horrified gaze, the white aura condensed towards Zhaoyan's abdomen and penetrated deeply.Thousands of years of cultivation flowed from Yun Xiangyi's body like silk, engulfing the little life conceived in the opponent's belly.

Yun Xiangyi's spiritual power was greatly consumed, and dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, adding a little mortal aura to that god-like face.

Then, his bone-chilling voice resounded through Lingshan: "Xiao Su, if you invade Lingshan again in this life, act recklessly and trample on living beings,"

Yun Xiangyi withdrew his hand, and the spiritual power lingering in his palm was closely related to the child in Zhaoyan's body from now on: "I will deprive it of the chance to be born, and I will never show mercy!"

After saying this, he turned around and waved his sleeves away.His steps were unsteady and his face was pale.

The shackles on Zhaoyan's body dissipated as Yun Xiangyi moved away, and his strength seemed to be pulled away, and his body was crumbling.

The abdomen carried a large amount of spiritual power that did not belong to him in a short period of time, causing Zhaoyan to frown painfully, and his consciousness gradually dissipated.

Xiao Su immediately turned into a black mist and disappeared on the spot. Before Zhaoyan landed, the mist condensed into a solid body and caught Zhaoyan firmly.

He tightened his arms and held Zhaoyan tightly in his arms.

This decision about persecution ends here.

Nobody wins, everybody loses.

Outside the window, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the sound of insects is loud.The candles in the room flickered and were rekindled by Xiao Su several times, but were blown out by the wind that penetrated the window several times.

Zhaoyan's eyelashes trembled.

Xiao Su hastened to hold his hand tightly, eagerly waiting for him to open his eyes.

"Xiao... Su..." The voice was hoarse.

"I'm here." Xiao Su stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, made sure that his body temperature was normal, and breathed a sigh of relief, "You've slept for five days, it's time to wake up."

Zhaoyan moved his index finger when he heard the familiar tone, and then slowly lifted his eyelids.

Xiao Su's handsome outline was blurred under the candlelight, but those dark and deep eyes, which seemed to find him after a thousand years, shone clearly under the firelight, as beautiful as obsidian.

Tears filled his eyes in an instant, Zhaoyan reached out and hugged Xiao Su's body tightly, crying out: "Xiao Su..."

Xiao Su's palm fell on his thin back, and the hot temperature penetrated through the thin clothes and penetrated to the deepest part of his heart.

"It's okay, good boy." Xiao Su kissed his forehead and lowered his voice to comfort him.

"Yeah." Zhaoyan nodded with a crying tone, and hid his small face in his broad chest, greedily looking for the sandalwood that belonged to him.

"Is there any discomfort in your body?" Xiao Su asked.

Zhaoyan shook his head, clutching his clothes tightly: "No..."

"I didn't protect you well." Xiao Su frowned, staring down at the top of the opponent's hair, "It's my fault."

"No." Zhao Yan's eyelashes were wet, "It has nothing to do with you."

"No matter what Yun Xiangyi did to you, don't take it to heart." Xiao Su had already prepared for the worst, "You can blame Yun Xiangyi, you can blame the deity, but none of this has anything to do with you, don't Blame yourself, don't feel pressured, and get along with the deity as before, huh?"

When he said this, jealousy was already burning wantonly in Xiao Su's eyes, but he suppressed it with all his strength, and the pressure made his heart hurt like a knife.

His pregnant furnace was touched by others because of his uselessness!

After being reminded, Zhaoyan quickly lowered his head and looked at his lower abdomen: "My child..."

"It's fine." Xiao Su stretched out his hand to cover his warm and soft belly, "The child is fine."

"But Yun Xiangyi stuffed something inside." Zhao Yan's lips twitched uncomfortably, and he was about to cry again.

He didn't forget the spiritual power that gradually filled the reproductive cavity before he fainted, it was cold and swollen.

He was uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

The panic in Zhaoyan's eyes hit Xiao Su's heart hard, Xiao Su's desperately braced spirit, desperately suppressed panic, almost wiped out his entire army.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and smiled a little: "Yun Xiangyi dare not act rashly, this deity will do his best to protect our child, don't be afraid."

"I believe you, if you say it's fine, it's definitely fine." Zhao Yan raised his head in his arms, and lightly touched Xiao Su's chin with his moist lips, "Thank you Xiao Su."

"Thank you ghost." Xiao Su twitched the corners of his mouth, "Idiot, what you are carrying in your stomach is the child of the deity."

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