Immortal Venerable who cultivates ruthless Tao is pregnant with my cub

"Which hand did you want to touch him just now?"

The "North Pu South Music" is widely circulated among the various sects of the immortal sect. According to rumors, a few days ago, the demon god Pei Muzhi suddenly joined forces with the two realms of demons and ghosts to break into the ground and start a war with the six sects of the immortal sect. Huaqing Xianzun brought it back.

In a fit of anger, he bleeds for thousands of miles.

Moxiu, who followed him to attack the Xianmen that day, recalled that the immortal came late and drew his sword to face him. The honorable seat was dressed in a black robe, got up and flew, and surrounded the immortal in his arms in front of everyone.

When this incident first happened, there was an uproar in the devil world. Apart from being confused as to why Hua Qing Xianzun, who is a man, was able to conceive, what was even more curious was the relationship between the two.

After all, it is well known that Pei Muzhi hates Xianmen very much.

The flower of a generation of kaolin has become a plaything in the palm of the demon god.

This topic is enough for others to dream about it and talk about it for a long time.

Unexpectedly, what happened in the Meteor Demon Pool happened a few days ago, and the Ghost Lord coincidentally gave the main music string of Luoyin Peak that he had just obtained to Zun Zuo.

Everyone thought that Pei Muzhi had a special liking for Pu Huaijin, so he tried every means, even went so far as to attack the Xianmen, just to keep him by his side.

Unexpectedly, this does not seem to be the case.

The Demon God simply likes this. Without Pu Huaijin, there are still music strings, and without music strings, there are thousands of similar kaolin flowers for you to pick.

Even the Demon King who was far away in the demon world heard the news, and immediately searched for a group of cold beauties with similar temperament and sent them to Shenzhu Palace. Among them, there was a phantom demon who could change the shape that Yin Huang loved the most, and he was all loved by him. They generously packaged and delivered them together, just to please the Demon God, but Pei Muzhi didn't say anything, and accepted it by default when he came.

If the only difference between Pu Huaijin and others is that she has a special physique and high spiritual power, it is perfect for conceiving a magic fetus.

Thinking of this, everyone suddenly realized that there was no difference in treating Pu Huaijin with respect.

For a while, the rumors that Pu Huaijin fell out of favor with the Demon God were spread everywhere, even the Moxiu who was stationed outside the Chenghuan Hall believed it and slacked off when he was on duty.

When Daitong heard it, she would sternly stop it, but she couldn't resist the rumors flying all over the sky.

Helpless, she had no choice but to comfort Pu Huaijin: "They just love to talk nonsense, so don't take it to heart."

Pu Huaijin leaned against the head of the bed, flipped a page of the book lightly, and said in a calm voice, "I don't care about it."

Her expression was indifferent, and she didn't even lift her eyelids. It seemed that she was indeed worrying too much.

After many days of training, Pu Huaijin's injuries were almost healed, and he was able to get out of bed and walk by himself. Seeing the heavy iron chains on his wrists, he didn't say much. Most of the time, he sat on the bed and occasionally read a few books. Page, as if the noise outside had nothing to do with him.

Wrapped in plain clothes, blue silk hangs down from her shoulders, her expression is calm and her temperament is cool.

Dai Tong couldn't figure out, with such a good-looking person by her side, how did Le Xian's pretentiously noble and vulgar fans get into the eyes of Zun Zuo.

Sensing the sight of Daitong falling on her body, which she hadn't left for a long time, Pu Huaijin raised her head, glanced at the sword at her waist, and asked, "Do you also use a sword?"

This was the first time he took the initiative to talk to himself, Daitong was a little flattered, untied the sword from his waist, and handed it to Pu Huaijin: "Yes."

Most of the demon cultivators' weapons are big knives, long sticks and maces, and she really looks fresh and refined when using a sword among them.

Pu Huaijin reached out and stroked the lines on the scabbard: "It's a good sword."

Daitong rejoiced: "My father left it to me. I wear it all the time, but it's still not enough to look at in front of Xianjun."

Pu Huaijin's sword, Yuanchen, was hailed as the number one sword in the Six Realms, and the person holding the sword was the No. 1 ruthless Dao in the fairy world. In front of him, all famous swords were paled.

Seeing the beautiful sword, Pu Huaijin's expression became uncomfortably soft, looking at it, he seemed to think of the old days when he stood with a sword and walked among the clouds.

At this moment, the door of Chenghuan Hall was kicked open suddenly, and someone walked in.

Pu Huaijin's thoughts were also interrupted, she raised her head and looked at the other party coldly.

The visitor was dressed in green clothes, with a half-mask made of bronze on the right half of his face, with an arrogant expression, his brows were full of darkness, and he rushed in aggressively with a group of subordinates.

Seeing this, Dai Tong hurriedly stepped forward, and said sharply, "Qing Lan, what are you doing!"

The man named Qing Lan sneered, and replied, "I'll do whatever you do here."

"Did you forget that the honorable seat gave the order before?" Daitong frowned and reminded in a low voice.

Qing Lan disdains: "You are the one who forgot your order, Daitong. Your Honor said that without his order, no one is allowed to enter Chenghuan Hall to visit. You are welcome, not only come, but also bring him medicine and bandages. Today If you don't, I'll catch you!"

"you!"

Daitong spoke out eagerly, wanting to explain, but Qing Lan's eyes moved to Pu Huaijin first, and then she showed a sinister smile.

"Huaqing Immortal, do you still remember me?"

Pu Huaijin was on guard all over and looked at him coldly.

Qinglan spread her hands helplessly: "Forgot? That's right, Huaqing Xianzun has always been innocent, so how could he remember me, a little guy from the devil world?"

"Qinglan!" Daitong wanted to step forward to stop him from continuing, but was stopped by the men brought by Qinglan.

In the entire Chenghuan Hall, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Qing Lan was still unscrupulous, her eyes followed his face and slipped down to his lower abdomen, gradually becoming weird.

In the end, the tone became extremely disgusting: "I thought it was just a rumor, but I didn't expect what I saw today to be true. It looks spotless on the surface and cannot be profaned, but it is actually a monster in private."

"Shut up!"

Daitong pushed and shoved Moxiu who was standing in front of her, and yelled at her.

"Why," Qinglan smiled viciously: "Could I be wrong?"

While speaking, he slowly brushed the mask on the side of his face with his hand: "Since his sword destroyed half of my face, I swear that I will take revenge."

Speaking of the latter, it was almost gnashing of teeth.

Daitong knew about Qinglan's past. He was in danger in the human world, and was rescued by a woman. She took good care of him before he recovered. Afterwards, he wanted to repay her, so she wanted to marry that woman. Unexpectedly, that woman was a disciple of Sitian Pavilion , went down the mountain to practice, and out of kindness, she knew that he was a demon and saved him. She repeatedly rejected his intentions. Unexpectedly, Qinglan still never gave up. A few harsh words completely broke his thoughts.

But Qinglan felt that her heart was being trampled on, she became angry from shame, scratched the girl's face with her hands, and left angrily.After the girl was disfigured, she returned to Sitian Pavilion, shed tears all day long, feeling ashamed to see anyone again.

This was originally a matter of Sitiange's own sect, and it was up to Sitiange's disciples to seek justice. For some reason, it was Pu Huaijin who finally appeared in front of Qinglan.

No matter how frivolous and arrogant Ren Qinglan was, she was defeated in only three moves.

The cold Yuan Chen's sword was on his neck, Pu Huaijin looked down at him, and then swung the sword at a speed that he had never seen before, and scratched the word "evil" on one side of his face, which also became Qing In the hundreds of years since then, Lan has a lingering shadow in her heart.

"The devil is a kind of filth, with a foul nature."

In the later Immortal Clan Conference, Pu Huaijin even made light comments on the Demon Clan in front of the six sects of the Immortal Clan, once bringing the relationship between the immortal and demon realms to a freezing point.

Pu Huaijin looked at Qing Lan recalling the past, almost crazy, and said a few words expressionlessly: "If you are evil in your heart, your face will be ugly. This deity just wrote the evil in your heart on your face."

Seeing his unrepentant appearance, Qing Lan was completely irritated, walked towards him, and sarcastically said viciously as she walked: "You monster, you have the face to criticize me! If you don't keep you, it's still useless, my lord." I'll put you in the morning..."

The devilish energy gathered in Qing Lan's palm, and she was about to slap her with a palm when she raised her hand.

A black figure flashed past, and in the next second, Qinglan's whole body flew straight out and hit the pillars in the hall heavily. The pain echoed in Chenghuan Hall for a long time.

Qinglan fell and was bounced up again, opened her mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood, and slumped on the ground weakly against the pillar.

Before he could catch his breath, a black boot had already stepped on his chest hard, as if it wanted to stamp him into the ground before he would stop.

It happened so fast that there was no time to react.

Blood gushed out of Qinglan's mouth, her eyes bulged out, she put her hands on the boot on her chest with difficulty, and begged, "Your Majesty, please forgive me."

The corner of Pei Muzhi's mouth twitched into a smile, but the strength under his feet did not slow down at all.

Seeing that her master was beaten and unable to resist, Qing Lan's subordinates did not dare to act rashly anymore, without any obstruction, Dai Tong quickly walked to Pei Muzhi's side, and hurriedly persuaded: "My lord, calm down."

"He tried to touch the person in this seat, he deserved to die."

Pei Muzhi lifted his foot on his chest, and the next moment, he stepped on Qinglan's right shoulder quickly and accurately. There was a crunch, and the bones shifted. Qinglan screamed and almost passed out.

The former colleagues are in danger, Daitong can only watch helplessly, there is no other way.

At this moment, the familiar sound of retching came from behind, breaking the serious and suffocating atmosphere in the hall.

Pu Huaijin had felt uncomfortable since Qinglan spat out the first mouthful of blood, and tried her best to bear it, not wanting to lose her composure in front of him, but as Qinglan vomited more and more blood, and the smell of blood became heavier, he finally He turned his head uncontrollably, clutching his chest.

Hearing the sound, Pei Muzhi and Daitong turned their heads together.

This is the second time.

Daitong was puzzled at first, but she kept repeating it again and again, it didn't seem like she did it on purpose, even though she had never had a child, she could guess some clues.

Pei Muzhi's face was gloomy, as if he had noticed something, he lowered his body and grabbed Qing Lan by the throat, lifted him up, and threw him out of the hall with his hands, fearing that he would pollute the ground of Cheng Huan Hall.

He followed suit.

Dai Tong ordered the demon cultivator waiting outside the hall to wipe off the blood stains left by Qing Lan under the wall pillars, while she walked up to Pu Huaijin and asked him softly if there was any problem.

Pu Huaijin shook her head, propped herself up and sat back down again.

Outside the hall, looking at the grim face in pain, begged Qing Lan to let her go.

Pei Muzhi smiled slowly, knelt down and looked at him: "Which hand did you want to touch him just now?"

After finishing the work, looking at Qing Lan who passed out due to the pain of a broken arm, Pei Muzhi looked away indifferently, and said: "Sew his mouth shut, and since he can't speak, never speak again."

The interior of the hall has been cleaned up, except for a wall column that was damaged, everything else has been restored.

When Pei Muzhi walked in, the rest of the demon cultivators retreated one after another, and even Daitong left quickly with her head down.

Sitting on the bed, Pu Huaijin looked sideways at him, or just lost his temper, the haze between his brows hadn't cleared away, and Junyi's face was still dark.

However, Pei Muzhi found that after not seeing him for a few days, the white-clothed fairy in front of him seemed to be much thinner, and his expression was still as indifferent as ever.

He walked to Pu Huaijin's bed and said in a low voice: "After thinking about it for so long, you still refuse to admit your mistakes."