Immortal Venerable who cultivates ruthless Tao is pregnant with my cub

Suppress the magic tire

Walking out of Luanshiyan, one only needs to cross the Moming River to reach the human world.

A group of people boarded the boat, and Mu Lingzhou was in charge of driving it with spiritual power. The bottom of the boat pushed away the black waves and slowly drove along the river.

Luo Kongming helped Pu Huaijin into the cabin, and asked one of Sitian Pavilion's disciples to take care of him, while he returned to the deck to plan the route back to Shisanzhou with Mu Lingzhou.

The six sects of the Immortal Sect planned this rescue, and many disciples were involved. I don't know how many were captured and those who found other ways to retreat, but now there are only five people on board.

The Second Master of the Thirteen Continents, his eldest disciple Mu Lingzhou, two female disciples of Sitian Pavilion, and the other one is the main music string of Luoyin Peak.

Therefore, we must return to the Immortal Realm as soon as possible, otherwise, with their mere few people, if the Demon God really chased them, they would definitely not be opponents.

Yue Xian stood alone at the side, bowed her head in silence, her palms hidden in her cuffs were sweating profusely, and the beads in her clutches glowed with a faint light.

However, Pei Muzhi might not be able to catch up so quickly.

After being absent-minded for a moment, he looked up and saw the female disciple of Sitian Pavilion holding the water warmed by spiritual power, and was about to send it to Pu Huaijin inside.

Yue Xian hurriedly stuffed the beads in his hand into the kit bag at his waist, tightened the drawstring, and called out to the female disciple who was about to go in.

"Wait a minute fairy!" Le Xian took a few steps forward and nodded slightly at her: "Why don't I send it in for the girl."

The female disciple of Sitian Pavilion wore a veil, so she couldn't see the expression on her face clearly. After wandering her eyes on Yue Xian for a while, she nodded and handed the tray in his hand.

After all, in order to rescue the Huaqing Immortal Lord, Master Lefeng did not hesitate to risk his life and managed to sneak into the Demon Realm. His contribution is indispensable, and he should be fully trusted.

Holding the teacup, the music string pushed open the wooden door of the cabin.

A squeak caught the attention of the people inside, who also slowly came to visit.

Even in such a small and messy space, this person is still spotless, and even seeing that it is him, there is no wave in his eyes.

Yue Xian paused in her footsteps, with mixed emotions in her heart, and finally walked in with her head down.

Putting the tray on the table, Le Xian poured a cup of tea and sent it to him.

Pu Huaijin didn't reach out to pick it up, and even withdrew all of his gazes, with an indifferent expression: "Just let it go."

Le Xian couldn't tell for a while whether he was still harboring suspicions about him because of the previous incident, or whether he was just so cold by nature, but he was not like this when he was by Pei Muzhi's side, at least he would obediently drink the medicine Pei Muzhi handed him .

"Xianzun, what happened before..."

Pu Huaijin said lightly: "There is no need to mention it again."

With a short four-word reply, Le Xian didn't know what to say. After thinking for a while, she muffled her head and said in a low voice: "I know that the Immortal Venerable has anger in his heart. After returning to the fairy world, he will be treated by the Immortal Venerable. Le Xian will never complain."

"You are not wrong, and you don't need to say anything."

There was no fluctuation in Pu Huaijin's voice, it was difficult to distinguish between joy and sorrow.

Le Xian clenched her fists: "But in Shenzhu Palace, that demon Pei Muzhi humiliated the Immortal Venerable many times..."

"I don't need to mention it again."

Pu Huaijin interrupted him before he finished speaking.

Recalling that before, Yue Xian followed Pei Muzhi after being presented to Shenzhu Palace by the ghost king. The whole devil world rumored that he was the new favorite of the demon god, and he made some actions similar to fighting for favor several times overtly and secretly.

Pu Huaijin didn't take any of these things to heart, because he didn't care about it and didn't bother to argue.

However, it seems that Yuexian has another deep meaning to bring up old things like this.

Because of all the previous experience, in Pu Huaijin's opinion, at least for now, Le Xian is not worthy of trust and needs to be guarded.

"Immortal Venerable."

Yue Xian gritted her teeth and wanted to explain again.

Pu Huaijin in front of him raised his hand, covered his lips and coughed continuously, a strange blush appeared on his fair face, he was a little out of breath from coughing, Pu Huaijin still pulled out a finger and pointed to the door, trying to say a complete sentence Words: "You, you go out first."

He didn't like others to see him in a mess.

Yue Xian was at a loss and didn't know what was going on, but Pu Huaijin frowned and coughed continuously, as if in great pain.

He wanted to step forward to help Shunqi, but Pu Huaijin dodged sideways and asked him to go out repeatedly.

It could be seen that at this moment in front of his eyes, he was very unpopular, so he had no choice but to turn around and leave the cabin, and as soon as he reached the door, he ran into Ning Lian, the female disciple of Sitian Pavilion just now.

Ning Lian also hurried over when she heard the sound of coughing, but before she got there, Musician had pushed the door out first.

"What's going on?" Ning Lian frowned, and was about to walk inside.

Among the six sects of Xianmen, Sitiange has always been famous for divination and medical skills. Since he is a disciple of Sitiange, Musician no longer hinders him, and follows Ning Lian back to the cabin.

Just after a round of violent coughing, Pu Huaijin was leaning against the wall, panting slightly, with lowered brows and eyes, full of tiredness, and suddenly appeared a little weak.

Ning Lian sensed that something was wrong, and hurried forward, raising her hand to touch his forehead.

It was very hot.

It stands to reason that their cultivators are immune to all diseases, especially if the other party is the Huaqing Immortal Venerable that everyone looks up to.

While Ning Lian was confused, she suddenly remembered something. That day, the Immortal Realm fought against the Three Realms of Demons and Demons, and she also participated in it. At that time, the Demon God Pei Muzhi seemed to have said a word in front of everyone.

She couldn't help but move her gaze down, taking a cautious glance.

Even though the clothes he was wearing were already loose, the faint bulge was hard to ignore.

Ning Lian pretended to be calm. At the time, what he said at the time, he thought it was just a deliberate humiliation by the demon god after he captured the immortal, but he didn't expect it to be true.

Immediately shocked, but more sad.

How painful it must be for someone as innocent as Huaqing Immortal to be humiliated like this.

But right now, the body of the Immortal Venerable is still the most important thing.

Ning Lian turned around to leave, but was hurriedly stopped by Le Xian: "Fairy, please stay! Immortal Venerable..."

In exchange, Ning Lian shook his head: "The symptoms of the Immortal Venerable seem to be wind-cold, but in fact they are not. Ordinary medical skills cannot be cured. I need to invite the Immortal Venerable Xuanyu to come over."

After all, he quickly left the cabin and hurried to the deck.

If you guessed correctly, the reason why the Huaqing Immortal Venerable was so weak should be related to the devil fetus in his belly. She had read the classics in the Cangshu Pavilion, and saw that it was recorded that a devil pregnant with a devil needs to be irrigated with spiritual power. Only the magic fetus can grow, and since the father of the devil fetus in the belly of the immortal is a demon god, the evil spirit must be several times that of ordinary magic cultivators, and the spiritual power to be absorbed is also several times that of ordinary magic fetuses. If you can suck it, it will erode the spiritual source.

Judging from Xianzun's current physical condition, the possibility is very likely.

When Luo Kongming rushed to the cabin, the first thing he did was to help Pu Huaijin to lie down, hold his hand and protect his spiritual veins, which continuously sent him spiritual power.

Except for Mu Lingzhou who was driving the boat with spiritual power outside, everyone else stood by the bed worriedly.

The spiritual power continued to flow in until Pu Huaijin's brows that were locked in pain gradually relaxed, and then Luo Kongming stopped the flow and gently put his hand down.

Ning Lian anxiously asked: "Xuanyu Immortal, how is Huaqing Immortal?"

Luo Kongming sighed, with a very pessimistic look on his face: "If there is no other way to restrain the growth of the devil's embryo, the spiritual veins of the younger brother will be eroded."

Ning Lian and Yue Xian exchanged glances.

They all know what it means for a cultivator's spiritual vein to be damaged. Not to mention the loss of half his life, it will be difficult to practice again after that, and the vast immortal path can only be voided.

Le Xian hurriedly asked: "Is there any way for Immortal Xuan Yu to suppress it temporarily?"

At this time, at the time of the handover, another female disciple of Sitian Pavilion, Shixiao, went to the deck of the bow to drive the boat and replaced Mu Lingzhou. After hearing the news, he also rushed to the cabin.

Luo Kongming looked up at him, and ordered in a low voice: "Ling Zhou, bring me the green blood three liu leaves."

"Master!"

Mu Lingzhou was stunned.

The green blood and three gilt leaves are the holy grass of the land of bliss, which only grows on the Wuliangyuan, and is extremely precious. However, Luo Kongming needs to take a decoction of this herb to maintain it because of the damage to the three souls after being severely injured.

As soon as the master came in, he begged for it from himself, and Mu Lingzhou was very at a loss.

Luokong Mingwen said in a warm voice: "Only the green blood three gilt leaves can temporarily restrain the growth of the devil's fetus in Huaijin's belly, there is no other way."

Mu Lingzhou's eyes also fell on the fairy in white on the bed.

Anyone who sees Pu Huaijin's weak appearance will not be able to bear it.

After hesitating, Mu Lingzhou still took out the brocade bag from his waist, took out the green blood three gilt leaves from it, and handed it to Luo Kongming.

After Luo Kongming took the green blood three liu leaves, he helped Pu Huaijin up and carefully fed him.

While pondering, he raised his head, looked at the anxious strings beside him, and asked aloud: "If you dare to ask Lord Lefeng, do you know how my junior brother has maintained the growth of the devil's fetus during these days in Shenzhu Palace?" ?”

Everyone's eyes gathered together, also full of confusion.

After serious thinking, Yue Xian replied: "The Immortal Venerable lives in the Chenghuan Hall for a long time, and there are special demon cultivators in charge of food and daily life. I have no way of knowing."

After thinking about it, he said again: "However, I have seen that Pei Muzhi's subordinates delivered medicine to Cheng Huan Palace every day. I don't know what kind of medicine it is."

The rest of the people sighed. They thought Yue Xian's words would be useful, but they could guess what they could just rely on a bowl of soup made of unknown ingredients.

Inside Shenzhu Palace, on the Mingyue Tower.

Daitong and Qinglan stood aside, none of them dared to speak out to dissuade them.

He could only watch helplessly as Pei Muzhi's devilish energy surged forward, and the remnant spirit that had begun to dissipate on the warm terrace.

It is looming, and then the light gradually fades away.

Annihilation is probably an irreversible ending.

Because she knew how much the Lord had paid for this broken piece, Daitong felt infinitely sad in her heart, and she also knew that the Lord's sorrow at this moment must be far greater than hers.

However, Daitong has not yet figured out how the immortal Lord went up to the roof of the Mingyue Tower and took away the Soul Orb under the guard of Moxiu. Since they all took the Soul Orb, why did they take it so coincidentally? The token was left behind, making people hold the handle.

But all these doubts can't be said now.

After all, because of this token, the lord has already determined that it was the work of the fairy, and I am afraid that he already hates him to the bone at this moment.

Looking at the flickering soul, Pei Muzhi's eyes lost all brilliance.

In the next second, he turned his gestures, and the broken pieces on the balcony suddenly condensed and flowed into his body.

Daitong and Qinglan were both startled and stopped them.

"Lord!"

"Honorable seat!"