Immortal Venerable who cultivates ruthless Tao is pregnant with my cub

"Xianzun, this is not a begging attitude."

Daitong couldn't answer.

To be honest, in fact, at the beginning, the master really planned this way, to destroy the spiritual source of the immortal, break his ruthless way, remove the seal, and let other souls return to their original bodies.

But for some reason, the Lord suddenly changed his mind.

"In the end, it's just that he hates me and wants to humiliate me." Pu Huaijin didn't fluctuate at all, as if what he said had nothing to do with him: "He wants me to be emotional."

In the phrase.

Daitong also suddenly realized that to break the ruthless way, one is to be emotional for the practitioner, and the other is to directly destroy the spiritual source and break the way from the root.

The lord wants to undo the seal of "that one", but he doesn't want to destroy the source of the immortal king's spirit, so there is only one way left.

Seeing him break his own way with his own hands, seeing him experience all the hardships of life, ups and downs in the world of mortals, it is really suitable to deal with people like Pu Huaijin.

It turned out to be so.

Although she didn't know why Pu Huaijin was willing to tell her, Daitong felt a little inexplicably guilty.

In the final analysis, it is his duty as the Huaqing Immortal Venerable to eliminate demons and protect Taoism and maintain peace in the immortal world. From his point of view, it is nothing more than a casual disposal of a demon. Only people who are extremely important in the Lord's heart will cause such disasters.

After much deliberation, it was not her turn to judge right from wrong, she rolled her eyes, but suddenly remembered a matter mentioned by the master before she came to Chenghuan Palace, I don't know if it is a relief, it doesn't matter if I say it first.

"In a few days it will be the Demon World's Venerable Venerable Conference. In previous years, the Lord alone came to the stage to accept the worship of all demons. This year, I heard that the Lord intends to let the Immortal Venerable go together. According to the rules of our Demon Realm, apart from the honorable seat, Only the queen of the devil is eligible to accept the worship side by side, which shows that the master has a fairy king in his heart."

After speaking later, Daitong realized that something was wrong.

It is also impossible for Pu Huaijin not to notice it.

They all knew in their hearts that Pei Muzhi usually seemed to do whatever he wanted, but everything he did had a purpose.

It was common for all the people to pay homage to him when he was Huaqing Immortal Venerable.

As a person next to the demon god, it is self-evident to go up to the high platform with him to be worshiped by the demon.

Moreover.

Pu Huaijin remembered what Pei Muzhi said a while ago.

In his eyes, even the aloof Huaqing Xianzun is only worthy of being his concubine.

It was night, Pei Muzhi would stay in Chenghuan Hall as usual, Pu Huaijin also knew that no matter how hard he drove him away, he would not leave, so he ignored it.

It's just that the two of them were on the same bed, as if there was a boundary between the Chu River and the Han Dynasty, they both guarded their own piece of land, and tacitly agreed not to get any closer to each other.

The candles were extinguished, and the hall was plunged into darkness.

The two sides faced each other, and neither of them could close their eyes in peace.

"I practice the way of ruthlessness, and I will not be emotional in this life."

An icy voice came from the darkness, like water droplets falling into the cold pool, causing ripples.

Pei Muzhi sneered, but hid in the night: "Really? If I insist on you being emotional."

That would be futile.

Pu Huaijin thought silently in her heart, but did not answer.

The Demon World Consecration Conference is held once a year, and it takes a long time to prepare.

All demon groups, regardless of whether men, women, young or old, have transformed themselves, will gather under the altar in the near future to worship their lord of the demon world, and pay high respect to the supreme demon god in their hearts.

The group of demons gathered under the altar, the voices of people were full of voices, and the scene was extremely grand.

Some demons are able to see the face of the demon god up close, and they come to occupy a seat a few days in advance, and they have been waiting for a long time, looking forward to this day.

Finally, under the expectant eyes of everyone, a huge and luxurious sedan chair slowly came from the wide road in the middle.

The sedan chair was pulled by the four fierce beasts in front of the Demon God seat, followed by 32 Moxiu, and on the left and right sides were the evil generals of the Demon God——Dai Tong and Qing Lan, riding on horseback to the left and right.

The roof is covered with red gauze, the walls are inlaid with black crystals, and the steps are made of white jade. In the gorgeous sedan chair, two figures can be vaguely seen through the red gauze. It is also enough to make people infinitely reverie.

Demon cultivators on both sides of the road knelt down one after another, shouting "Devil God Qianqiu", their voices rose and fell, one after another.

Pei Muzhi withdrew his gaze from the crowd, and glanced sideways at Pu Huaijin, only to see that he was still calm and indifferent, without any superfluous emotions.

Suddenly getting excited, Pei Muzhi stretched out his hand intentionally, touched Pu Huaijin's shoulder, pulled him over, and held him in his arms. With the other hand, he pinched his chin and raised it slightly, forcing him to look at him.

"Don't always look cold, give me a smile on such a good day."

Without hesitation, Pu Huaijin slapped his frivolous hand aside.

Pei Muzhi wanted to be funny, and still held on to his shoulder: "Smile."

"Don't take an inch!"

Through the red gauze, I couldn't hear the conversation inside, and I could only see a rough outline. I could vaguely see the demon god holding the immortal in his arms, very intimate.

The demon cultivators who knelt down looked at each other and smiled without saying a word.

Dai Tong, who was the closest, could hear the conversation between the two, but in order to cater to the atmosphere, she could only pull out a gregarious smile.

When they came under the altar, the four fierce beasts stopped slowly, raised their heads and neighed towards the sky, and the sound boomed, straight to the sky.

310 The second level of steps leads to the high platform, and the bronze square tripod standing on the altar is shrouded in black air, emitting blue smoke.

The sedan chair can only go here, and the next steps need to be walked by the demon god himself.

Just as all the demons knelt down and looked forward to it, several figures suddenly jumped out of the crowd and flew up, holding long swords in their hands, a cold light suddenly appeared, the blades pointed at the same place, gathered sword energy, and moved towards the sedan chair Thrust aggressively.

Daitong reacted quickly, drew out her sword, and waved it to meet the enemy.

During the collision of weapons, the rest of the people realized that someone was planning to assassinate them in the street.

Qing Lan on the other side was also entangled by several assassins and couldn't get away. The demon cultivators who followed followed each other and stepped forward to help.

I thought it would be calmed down soon with only a few people, but at this time, more than ten people drew their swords and flew out to join the assassination. Shocked, the demon crowd was in a mess.

One of them seized the opportunity, took advantage of his companions to restrain the demon god's two generals, and stabbed into the sedan chair with his sword. The sword was awe-inspiring, piercing the red gauze, and the cut gauze pieces fluttered in the air, and then gently fell back to Pu Huaijin. feet.

The person holding the sword was surprised at this moment, seeing that the sharp sword in his hand was held by the opponent's bare hands, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't push the sword forward by half a point.

A trace of contempt floated on Pei Muzhi's handsome face, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a sharp sword, but a soft branch.

The sword cultivator suddenly broke out in cold sweat, feeling the huge disparity in strength, despair was born in his heart.

Pei Muzhi's voice was slightly smiling, and he said to the people beside him: "Since you rushed forward to lead him to death, do you think I want to fulfill him?"

Jianxiu followed his gaze and took a closer look. The indifferent beauty in white sitting beside him was indeed the one they were going to rescue this time.

Pu Huaijin frowned slightly, and before he could speak, Pei Muzhi's brown pupils deepened, and the smile on his face was replaced by violence. With a twist of his wrist, the long sword he was holding was broken from the middle like a piece of iron, flying like lightning. In the meantime, Jian Xiu had his throat clamped by him, and the two flew out of the gauze curtain together, and Pei Muzhi pinned him firmly to the platform in front of the sedan chair with his backhand.

A large hole had been smashed into the wooden platform, and debris kept falling down.

The sword cultivator fell to the ground on his back, dizzy from the pain, and then spat out a mouthful of blood, unable to move.

Pei Muzhi kept tightening his grip on his throat, with a cruel smile on his lips: "It's your honor to let me kill you myself."

Oxygen was thin, and the sword cultivator's face was flushed red, his eyes rolled up, and he was about to suffocate to death.

"stop."

The coldness was like a sound from outside the sky, drifting past the ears, and the next second, I only felt the strength of my neck loosen, and fresh air poured into my nose and mouth.

Jianxiu took a sharp breath, his pupils refocused, and he quickly turned his head to look at the speaker.

Pu Huaijin pushed aside the red gauze with her hands, and slowly walked out from inside.

Although she changed her clothes, she was still like a white moon hanging high in the sky, shining brightly all over the place.

Pei Muzhi turned his head and glanced at him, with a half smile but not a smile: "Why, do you think I let him go?"

Although the assassins were all wearing black cloaks, and their aura was disguised as that of the demons, but the swords they held and the sword moves they used could be seen at a glance as people from the Immortal Sect.

"Yes." Pu Huaijin replied frankly.

rare.

Huaqing Immortal Venerable will also speak out against others for the sake of other people's lives.

Pei Muzhi raised his eyebrows, and said sarcastically, "Immortal Venerable, this is not a begging attitude."

Pu Huaijin looked at him indifferently.

"As long as you ask me, I will let him go, how about it?" Pei Muzhi asked.

The sword cultivator who was pinched by the throat was full of surprise, and more painful. The humiliation of the immortal was no different from his own humiliation. If the immortal bowed his head to the evil spirit in order to save him, it would be better to die bravely.

Jianxiu spit blood from his mouth, and said with difficulty: "Immortal Venerable, Immortal Venerable, don't listen to what this devil says, the Immortal Sect will try its best to save you."

After saying the last sentence, he closed his eyes and wanted to blew his spirit body, but Pei Muzhi accidentally discovered that Jianxiu's spirit body just out of his body was slapped back into his body by his palm.

Then Pei Muzhi looked at the undead Jianxiu, and said sadly: "I am sure you are dead."

Suddenly, dozens of people in the crowd jumped up with their swords drawn, and came to kill here.

Pei Muzhi's expression froze, and he threw the seriously injured Jianxiu off the sedan chair. Facing the dozens of people stabbing at him with swords, his expression was gloomy.

It seems that the Immortal Sect came prepared this time, the purpose of which the sword cultivator had already mentioned, was to rescue Pu Huaijin from him.

Pei Muzhi sneered.

dream.

After finally getting rid of the siege of several Xianmen disciples, Dai Tong hurried to the sedan chair.

These Xianmen disciples seemed to be desperate, and they were very difficult to deal with.

Pei Muzhi glanced sideways at Pu Huaijin half a step later, and ordered Daitong: "Take him back to Shenzhu Palace first."

Under this altar, surrounded by mountains and seas, I don't know how many people from Xianmen are hiding in it, even he is not fully sure that people from Xianmen will not succeed.

Daitong took the order, came to Pu Huaijin's side, and whispered anxiously: "The lord ordered the subordinates to send the fairy back first, and please move the fairy."

Pu Huaijin silently glanced at Pei Muzhi's figure, sighed lightly, and said nothing more.

After Pu Huaijin left, Pei Muzhi no longer restrained himself, and the devilish energy in his body was released wantonly. Under the strong pressure, not only the disciples of the immortal sect, but also many demon cultivators who were still inexperienced couldn't bear to bend down.

His eyes were extremely terrifying, he glanced at the person who charged up with the sword, turned around to face him without saying a word.

Daitong led Pu Huaijin towards Shenzhu Palace, but was stopped by someone on the way. There were so many people on the way, even if she also brought a team of magic soldiers, she might not be their opponent.

The leader turned around, Daitong's eyes widened in disbelief.

In a daze, she actually thought that Wu Xieer had broken the seal and stood in front of her perfectly.

But after careful identification, although the two have the same appearance, compared to Wu Xieer, this person's eyes are soft and compassionate, and his killing intent is a bit less than his.

"Master...brother?"

Looking at the person in front of him, Pu Huaijin was slightly stunned.

Beside him, there are Yue Xian, Mu Lingzhou, and a group of immortal disciples.

The author says:

Pei, wake up, your wife will run away with the ball any later!