The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Student: "Elder, should we take it back to ponder, or destroy it?"

"If today's action can't destroy Moxiu, and Moxiu's revenge in the future, the entire Cangxue Town will never be peaceful." The elder turned his eyes from the spell and looked at the flames that had already sprung up in the distance. The determination to kill them all, why should they keep their spells, keep their imprints in this world."

After receiving the instruction, the disciple immediately grabbed the spell in his hand, and the spiritual power circled between his five fingers, instantly destroying it into ashes.

He patted the ashes off his palms, and let the talisman blow away with the wind.

Thousands of disciples continued to light the fire, and the flames burned the surrounding ancient trees and made a "cracking" sound.The wind was hot, and the heat wave brought by the face made people couldn't help but retreat.

They stepped on the strewn spell and seemed to have completely forgotten about it.But he didn't expect that because the disciple's spiritual power was not as good as Zhemo's, even if the talisman lost its original shape, some of the evil spirit carried on it still remained.

It led the dusty paper all the way to Jinshan to complete the order given by the master.

Far away in Jinshan, Zhe Yu, who stayed up all night to heal his disciples, frowned when he received a hand full of ashes.

But this is not the first time, I am afraid that he met an immortal cultivator on the way here, so he ended up in this state.

He tried to restore the spell, but the English characters that gradually formed were lost due to the evil spirit of folding ink, so the display was not complete.

But he could tell it was English.

The disciples have never learned this, so the messenger can only come from Hanshan.

The messengers that Zheyu could think of were Zhemo and Zhexi.

When he was studying English with Zhemo, he had peeked at the handwriting written by Zhemo countless times. After checking, Zheyu quickly recognized that the letter was written by Zhemo and not Zhexi.

He carefully looked at the incomplete characters on the spell for a while, but he couldn't restore the damaged handwriting without proficiency in English, but he still decided to go to Hanshan to have a look.

After all, based on Zhemo's attitude towards him now, if it wasn't for something urgent, he would be thousands of miles away from him, and it would be impossible to send a message to find him without incident.

Folding the feather imperial talisman into a sword, speeding up to Hanshan.

My heart was beating wildly.

Thousands of possibilities of Zhemo contacting him flashed in his mind, whether Zun Zun had a new order for him to go with Zhemo, or Zhemo himself had something to do and wanted his help...

In fact, he could have predicted that it would not be a good thing, but when he thought of working with Zhemo, the other party would no longer be able to hide from him, so he didn't panic so much.

But when he saw Hanshan, which was filled with fire and billowing with thick smoke, Zhe Yu froze in place for an instant, his pupils trembling violently in their sockets.

At the foot of the cold mountain, thousands of immortal cultivators used their spiritual power to intensify the flames, and all of them worked together to destroy the unrepaired Demon Lord's enchantment, so that the flames ran unimpeded along the way.

The whole Hanshan looked dead silent.

Xiao Su noticed the burnt smell much faster than usual.

The damaged part of his baleful energy was not repaired, because a lot of the spiritual energy that was originally stored in his body had also leaked out during the trouble of Zhexi.

He frowned slightly, picked up Zhaoyan who was still asleep, and walked towards the door of the cold palace.

Zhaoyan's dream was disturbed, and he moved uneasily in Xiao Su's arms.His eyelashes trembled, and he was about to wake up.

"Go to sleep." Xiao Su lowered his eyes to look at his dark eyes due to poor rest, and comforted him in a low voice, "It's okay."

Zhaoyan heard his voice and muttered vaguely: "Xiao Su..."

"Ah."

It was a familiar voice, and Zhao Yan was comforted, and buried his face in the hot chest of the other party with peace of mind, and closed his eyes again.

Xiao Su hugged him and disappeared on the same spot. When his figure reappeared, he was already at the edge of Hanshan Mountain.

As far as the eyes can see, there are fires all over the mountains and fields, the surrounding tree sap is burned dry, and the urns stand naked and abrupt everywhere, glowing with fire in the thick black night.

Looking down, there are a group of immortal cultivators with ants-like black bodies.

If he hadn't expected their move, Xiao Su would not have transferred all his disciples to Jinshan earlier.It can only be said that everything was as expected, but it was a few days faster than expected.

Xiao Su slowly closed his eyes, let the evil spirit spread around himself, and looked for the disciples who still existed in Hanshan.

When the evil spirit passed by Zhexi in the cold palace, Xiao Su's heart sank for half a minute.After all, he still chose to fly past Zhexi and continue to search for other people.

The target finally stayed on Zhemo.

Xiao Su suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a faint red light in them.

Turning around, he was about to find Zhemo, who was unconscious, when a cloud of black mist suddenly appeared not far away, and Zheyu's figure slowly condensed into shape.

"Your Majesty." Zhe Yu knelt down on one knee, "The disciples gathered at the foot of the mountain are the disciples of Cangxue Town, and among them are some monks in white clothes. If I guess correctly, they should be from Lingshan."

"En." Xiao Su stopped walking, "Zhe Mo is within a mile in front of the Han Palace, and has been unconscious so far, you go find him."

"Yes!" Standing up, Zhe Yu hurriedly took steps, then suddenly turned around when he thought of something, "Your Majesty, do you need me to inform Senior Brother Zhe Xi?"

Xiao Su raised his eyebrows slightly, seeing Zhe Yu's confused expression, he didn't answer directly, but opened his mouth to ask, "You came from Jinshan?"

"Ben worked with Fengyue in Jinshan to heal the injuries of his disciples. He received Zhemo's rune half an hour ago, so he rushed here specially."

"What is written in Zhemo's rune?" Xiao Su asked.

"The rune was destroyed halfway, and it was already ashes when I got it." Zhe Yu said, "I repaired it, but I still can't distinguish the complete characters. It's not long, about two words."

Xiao Su couldn't get more information about what happened before Zhemo passed out from the other party's answer, so he changed the subject: "Find Zhemo as soon as possible, the deity is waiting for you."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Su turned to face the enchantment that could not last for too long, the flames between his eyebrows were orange red, emitting a strong evil spirit, he quickly repaired the barrier, delaying time for Zhe Yu and Zhe Mo.

Mozun urged, Zhe Yu didn't dare to delay any longer.

He quickly rushed to the place where Zhemo was, searching for Zhemo's figure.

Before the cold palace was not far away, Zhemo, who wasted too much energy, still failed to wake up.

Zhe Yu picked him up from the pool of blood, and said in a flustered voice, "Zhe Mo, Zhe Mo, how are you doing?"

Twist Zhemo's wrist to feel his pulse.When he lowered his eyes, the dried blood stains on the other party's black clothes could not be seen clearly, but the strong smell of blood could not be ignored.

"The wound has been healed..." Zheyu's index finger left his pulse, and his hand landed on Zhemo's back, injecting evil energy to replenish his energy.

After a while, Zhemo finally moved his finger.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, his eyelids slowly lifted, and Zhe Yu's face was accommodated in his pupils.

As soon as he regained consciousness, Zhemo's heart beat nervously and frantically.

"Save, save the stove..." Zhemo's chapped lips moved slightly, his voice hoarse and urgent, "Zhexi..."

"What's wrong with Zhexi?" Zheyu caught Zhexi's name and pricked up his ears, "Don't worry, just speak clearly."

"Zhexi is going to kill, Furnace..." Zhemo's eyes rolled slowly, and his eyes turned to the direction of Hangong. He tried to stand up from Zheyu's arms, but his arms couldn't support him temporarily.

"Hurry up and find your lord..." Zhe Mo almost pinned all his hopes on Zhe Yu, his dark pupils were full of panic and worry, it was the first time Zhe Yu saw him showing such a fragile expression.

"Zhexi wants to kill the furnace cauldron?" Zheyu was stunned for a moment, and repeated as if confirming.

Zhemo nodded.

"Your Majesty is waiting for us at the mountainside with the furnace in his arms." Zhe Yu answered in surprise, "Now the disciples from Cangxue Town and the elders of Lingshan are besieging Hanshan. The fire is fierce. Your Majesty told me to take you away."

Zhe Mo was stunned: "Is the furnace alright?"

Zhe Yu shook his head: "It's okay, he is leaning in the arms of your lord."

Zhemo breathed a sigh of relief.

He tried to get up from the ground for the second time, but Zhe Yu picked him up from the ground one step ahead of him.

"I'll take you away." Zhe Yu said, "Your vitality is seriously injured. If you don't rest for four or five days, you won't be able to move around normally."

Zhemo lowered his eyes slowly, his body leaning against the opponent's arms was very stiff, his lips moved: "That's it, thank you very much."

Hearing such unfamiliar words, Zhe Yu was very upset.

His face became gloomy: "Does brother have to see me like this?"

Zhe Mo pursed his lips and remained silent.

Zhe Yu lowered his head and stared at his pale face, he didn't even have time to wipe off the dry blood on the corners of his lips, he didn't know what kind of serious injury he suffered before, and Zhe Mo's spiritual power was exhausted to the point where he barely managed to sustain his life.

Zhe Yu rushed to Xiao Su's place, and asked, "You said Zhe Xi just now, what did he do? Why did you say he was going to kill the furnace, and how did you get injured?"

"I don't know..." Zhe Yu's input of spiritual power can't last long, and Zhe Mo's eyelids are so heavy that he can't lift it again. He is drowsy, but he insists on answering, "Zhe Xi seems to be a gift for Zun The medicine was put on and off... Your Majesty has a strong smell of medicine, I haven't figured out the specifics..."

"Prescribe medicine?" Zhe Yu was at a loss, "Isn't Your Majesty all right? How dare Zhe Xi give you medicine. Where is Zhe Xi now? Can you stop waiting for me to ask you a question before you say something."