Master always thinks that disciples are useless

Gong Zhengyu didn't know why, so he rolled his eyes around Gu Qinghan's body. The man's aura was as steady as ever, and he didn't look like he was seriously injured, much less like he was injured by a monster.

He didn't understand the voice of Li Chen's words, and he opened his eyes blankly like a cat, "What's wrong with him?"

"It's nothing." Li Chen sighed lightly, showing a non-smiling smile.

She opened the screen behind her, and the wooden bed appeared in the room without warning.

The man with warm eyebrows looked only 25 or [-] years old, and he was lying flat on the couch with frowning eyebrows, his black hair like crow feathers spread all over the bed.

The smell of medicine on his body was stronger than that in the room, and there was a bitter smell all over his body.

The clothes on the left shoulder were cut open, revealing a large piece of scratched dark skin—corroded by demonic energy these days, the surrounding skin seemed to be scorched, with traces of black air.

Gong Zhengyu's demonic energy was stronger than before.

Helen Moxiu's five finger holes on the left shoulder were still oozing blood. Originally, Li Chen wanted to use gauze and elixir to stop the bleeding, but the devil energy eroded the wound, so covering it with gauze would make it easy to fester.

Gong Zhengyu wanted to walk in and have a look.

Li Chen quickly stopped him.

The smile on the woman's face was replaced by a serious expression, "Stay far away, those demonic energy are restless now, and you can't get rid of it..."

The words stopped abruptly.

The black demonic energy visible to the naked eye suddenly seemed to lose its suction, and floated up from the shoulders of the man on the bed, condensed into a ball the size of an adult man's fist, and slowly floated towards Gong Zhengyu.

It is the attraction of the Lord of the Demon Realm, which is greater than the blood on the man.

Li Chen and Gu Qinghan were indescribably shocked, and at the same time secretly gathered spiritual power in their palms to prevent the devilish energy from escaping suddenly.

Gong Zhengyu himself was also at a loss. Logically speaking, demonic energy is the same as spiritual energy, without spiritual intelligence. Even if he is the master of the demon world, this thing will not come over like this.

Raising one hand, the black devilish energy circled his fingertips twice, then penetrated into the palm and dissipated in the limbs.

The dantian was still empty, but the purple-blue strangle marks that hadn't faded from being strangled by the snake demon two days ago were indeed gone, and the whole person was surprisingly refreshed.

Immediately afterwards, Li Chen and Gu Qinghan suppressed their horrified expressions, each grabbed one of his hands, and each penetrated a strand of spiritual power to check if there was any discomfort in his body.

No.

Nothing at all.

It's like a stone sinks into the sea, and no echo can be heard.

The devilish energy that had troubled them for many days, a product of the non-cultivation world, was easily destroyed by Gong Zhengyu like this? !

Li Chen was shocked, and hurriedly searched through bottles and cans to find medicine for Helian Muchu to heal his skin.

Gu Qinghan still clasped the young man's white wrist, in case the devilish energy was only concealed cunningly, and wanted to take advantage of his unpreparedness to ruin the hope of repairing the crack in the sky.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

"No."

Gong Zhengyu shook his head honestly. The words I am the Demon Lord came to his lips, and he put on a grinning expression: "Master forgot, I am the Demon Lord~"

Gu Qinghan was only slightly taken aback, seeing the other party's playful smile, he said slightly: "Nonsense."

Gong Zhengyu shrugged his shoulders, thinking that this is indeed the case.

I told you the truth, it was you who didn't believe me.

Anyway, I was about to get permission to go down the mountain privately.

Gong Zhengyu didn't get too entangled in the matter of whether he was a demon king, and simply followed his previous nonsense life experience, thought of an excuse at random, and said in a cute manner: "Actually, the blood of my ancestors is different from ordinary people. Every generation The body of the child will be like a huge black hole, swallowing some bad things. He was hunted down by his enemies before. He wanted me to help him take away the things that blocked the meridians in his body, but I refused to do so, so he dug it up The spirit root was thrown into the lake."

"You mean, you can suck away impurities from other people's bodies!" Li Chen's beautiful eyes widened, and after hearing this, she walked back and looked up and down again.

It is recorded in the ancient books of the cultivation world that the best furnace is the water spirit root, and among the water spirit roots, the rare one is the water spirit root with pure power.It is almost a kind of legend. According to the legend, the double cultivation of the water spirit root with the power of purity can not only improve the cultivation level, but also solve the problem of practice from the root - directly improve the purity of the spirit root.

Gu Qinghan naturally also thought of this record, his eyes darkened.

It's just that there are still some doubts in my heart: the things recorded in the ancient books can only happen in the double cultivation, why is Gong Zhengyu standing there, and there is a demonic energy rushing towards him?

But there is one thing that is certain, that is... This is really the perfect furnace sent by the ancestor for him to double cultivation.

The man closed his eyes, his face was unnaturally hot, and he immediately suppressed it with ice magic.

Gong Zhengyu said calmly: "That's right, I can't really be the Demon Lord, right?"

Li Chen was silent for a moment, then softly called out to Gu Qinghan: "Senior brother..."

"I know." Gu Qinghan lowered his eyes.

"Know what?" Gong Zhengyu didn't understand again, why people in the cultivation world always like to play charades.

Li Chen smiled lightly: "I know I love you more, but don't let others bully you."

Jade Blood.

A purple-black, mane-grown monster that was only the size of a newborn baby quickly shuttled through the garden and rushed straight into the meeting hall.

This thing is the monster that scratched Helian Muchu.

The monster's intelligence was low and he could not speak. When he saw a familiar person in the conference hall, he grabbed his clothes with his deformed hands and screamed.

"What did it say?" Xie Wentian, the patriarch of Jade Blood Sect, asked eagerly.

Xie Wuji snorted and said, "Helian Moxiu, whom we wanted to kill last time, suddenly recovered."

Xie Wuji is the son of Xie Wentian. Five years ago, because of the awakening of the blood of the Demonic Dragon in his body, he has achieved twice the result with half the effort in cultivating demons. One of the top ten demon sects, Jade Blood Sect, is now the default leader of the demon sects.

Therefore, although he is still the young suzerain, the right to speak does not fall to the old suzerain, and the old suzerain is also happy to listen to the words of his decisive and decisive son.

The blood of the demon dragon in his body also made him the only one who could communicate with monsters.

Xie Wuji picked up the monster, and asked, "How did you recover? Was it cured by Gu Qinghan?"

The monster screamed again.

Xie Wentian anxiously waited for his son to translate for him.

Xie Wuji was stunned for a moment, and asked in a magnetic voice: "Is there something more powerful than him, which made the devil run away in fear?"

Xie Wentian was excited: "Could it be that there is a great demon ancestor!"

Xie Wuji ruthlessly poured cold water on his father: "Gu Qinghan pretends to be lofty, it is impossible for him to be with the demons."

"Let's open the Yuxu Secret Realm soon. Let the word out in the past few days, and the young master of the Demon Sect will also go."

He pulled out an evil smile, and a small piece of dragon's black scales on his neck faintly emerged due to emotional fluctuations.