take care of yourself

The total confrontation between Zhuo Yuanshan and the heart demon did not exceed two hours. If he could defeat the heart demon in such a short period of time, he would not have wasted nearly 200 years on transforming the gods. signs.

He looked at Ying Yao who was standing outside the formation without coming in for a moment in silence, and smiled wryly: "Unless you don't put your heart and soul into it, how can there be so many things that can be cut off easily?"

"So you're going to be enchanted again?" Ying Yao asked, "Although I don't have any suggestions for your choice, can you wait until you get out of the secret realm? This secret realm is enough to toss people, and I don't want to be forced to increase the difficulty. .”

Jianxiu was talking about suggestions, but his heart might be full of opinions, Zhuo Yuanshan could see this from his face, and his fingers resting on the beauty chair couldn't help rubbing the armrest lightly.

His beauty chair has not been used for a long time, it lacks spiritual nourishment, the skin of the beauty is grayish gray, and the intertwined limbs seem to be inflexible, Zhuo Yuanshan didn't know what he touched, he frowned slightly, a little disgusted Stand up from the beauty chair.

The demon stared at him, but found nothing unusual.

The armrest is composed of two slender arms that are coiled like snakes. At the end, two very beautiful hands are clasped with ten fingers as a handhold. The torsos of these two beauties are separated, and the remaining unbeautiful parts are shrunk by several times. Ten times, refined into the nails or trim that connect the chair parts.

Zhuo Yuanshan remembered that the owners of these two arms were the confinement of the previous master of Xixue Mountain, a pair of beautiful and well-known sisters. He traded for a chance to survive. He was young and energetic at that time, and he most despised finding a furnace to make up for a shortcut. Not only did he not let go of his ex, he even killed his entire family, naturally including this pair of sisters.

The beauty chair is not a simple magic weapon for flying. Zhuo Yuanshan made it to frighten Xi Xueshan. Since the Xixue Mountain is the gathering place of demon cultivators, not only a lot of precious treasures were added, but also a lot of fragmentary mechanisms were added to the chair.

For example, he cut off the little finger of Sister Hua's arm and turned it around so that the nail of the little finger was on the same side as the palm, and then sealed this memory to prevent someone from blinding him with illusions.

Few people can notice such details, and Zhuo Yuanshan did not think of the beauty chair for a while, and the heart demon did not notice his hands and feet at all, Zhuo Yuanshan's eyes flickered slightly, and he did not reveal any thoughts to the heart demon .

"I think I should be more vigilant," he said to Yao, "although what you said is indeed very reasonable."

The heart demon can always develop a compromise to hundreds of times, so the best way is to never compromise. Zhuo Yuanshan will not reveal any thoughts about his current thoughts to the heart demon. He closed his mouth, and threw the long whip at "Ying Yao"'s neck soundlessly.

The whip shadow went too fast, "Ying Yao" didn't realize it until the whip was about to wrap around him, he hastily drew his sword to resist, but Zhuo Yuanshan just made a feint, and the whip changed direction when he raised the sword , dexterously wrapped around the gauntlet between the hilt and the body of the sword.

Frost spread from the position of the hand guard, and climbed onto "Ying Yao"'s shoulder in the blink of an eye. Zhuo Yuanshan squeezed a wind-introducing knife with his left hand without stopping, and the strong wind hit "Ying Yao" head and face, making him unable to open his eyes. , struggling to breathe, trying to block the gust of wind created by Zhuo Yuanshan with a spiritual power shield.

Zhuo Yuanshan hooked the long whip with his fingers, Qi Ling pulled it knowingly, and "Ying Yao" released the saving sword from his hand. Zhuo Yuanshan shook his head slightly, then flicked the whip with his backhand, and hit it with the tip of the whip. The blade of the entangled Jiusu sword cut the throat of the fake Yingyao in front of him.

The demon has always been resistant to beating, he can imitate Ying Yao's appearance to the point of no difference, and he can learn a lot about his temperament, but he can't even use a single part of his sword, let alone be like him. After a few rounds, it had expected this result, and cleaned up Zhuo Yuanshan's sea of ​​consciousness and the red mist around him like a storm. Before Zhuo Yuanshan could realize why Ying Yao was so weak, he pushed his sanity back. In his own body, at the same time, he did not forget to do a little bit of manipulation.

Zhuo Yuanshan walked through the darkness like falling for a while, he vaguely felt that he was being pushed out of some kind of barrier, but before he had time to feel it carefully, there was a faint light in front of his eyes.

The demon tried his best to imply that Zhuo Yuanshan was still in the illusion created by his own demon, and reminded him from time to time of what he had done to "Ying Yao" just now, while he rolled himself into a ball and wrapped Zhuo Yuanshan. The dantian in the distant mountain sticks out his slender tentacles to observe the situation outside, silently guessing how long it will take for him to recover the domineering and selfish nature of Xixue Mountain.

After all, it is much easier to convince an ambitious person than a bewildered one.

After a few breaths, the white wolf primordial spirit jumped up, and uttered a deep wolf howl towards the empty sea of ​​consciousness. The long whip in his mouth tied himself a little suspiciously, but he didn't He was able to wake up, and was pushed out of the sea of ​​consciousness by the heart demon together with Zhuo Yuanshan.

Zhuo Yuanshan opened his eyes, and subconsciously raised his hand to hold Ying Yao, who was floating in front of his eyebrows and examining him, in the palm of his hand.

The snake-headed sphinxes, which had disappeared for a long time after the dace flew away, reappeared with a smell. At first, they only poked their heads out of the red mist. Ying Yao only thought that they were attracted by the inner demon, and he set them up With the sword array here, there is no need to worry too much about Zhuo Yuanshan's safety for a while, so he can use them to practice swords with peace of mind.

But just as he beat the snake-headed sphinx boringly and was about to return to his body, a snake-headed sphinx suddenly floated out of the sword array.

Before Yingyao could turn back and split it, the back of the beauty chair shrank like an exquisitely decorated beauty's head, opened its mouth and spit out a jet of black air to shoot at the snake-headed sphinx, causing it to let out a terribly mournful cry, like melting ice. It was melted into a puddle of indescribable flesh and blood.

Ying Yao recognized that it was the soul of the dead monk, who had been tortured to the point of losing his spirituality, and became the thing driven by Zhuo Yuanshan. Searching for food like crazy.

The messy emotions on it are far better than Zhuo Yuanshan himself. Groups of snake-headed sphinxes are attracted by it, and the beauty chair is quickly exhausted. The head of the snake-headed sphinx on Zhuo Yuanshan forcibly dispelled the black energy from the beauty chair, and then added a scattered spirit array on the sword array.

After finishing all this, he flew to Zhuo Yuanshan with his arms folded. The more he looked at his beauty chair, the more unpleasant it became. He was thinking about how to move him to destroy the chair. The mountain is held in the palm of my hand.

Yuanshen kicked his palm away violently, turned back into the size of an ordinary person at the same time, and then kicked Zhuo Yuanshan off the chair, and destroyed his beauty chair with a sharp sword. Without looking back, he raised his hand and typed out a spell to activate the Sword Attendant boy who was not far behind him. He hooked his fingers and fastened the ground-based prison formation to Zhuo Yuanshan, frowning and saying: "What are you doing?"

Zhuo Yuanshan was caught off guard by being kicked on the shoulder by him and fell off the chair. He frantically grabbed the Wind Control Art and flew up, watching Ying Yao throw a few lines of the sword array at him in a daze.

The "Ying Yao" created by the heart demon in the illusion is not so violent. After Zhuo Yuanshan stood still, he saw the sword servant boy not far away, and then moved his eyes to the figure that Ying Yao had turned into several pieces in surprise. On the wreckage of the beauty chair, it is not sure whether the heart demon has changed a new trick, or it has temporarily died down.

After all, the demon is the master of the illusion. If it is still in the illusion, it is not impossible for "Ying Yao" to smash his chair with a sword. What's more, he just judged his situation with the help of the beauty chair. Having observed his actions before the shot, it is not surprising to think of ruining it.

This shows that the purpose of the inner demon is to make him confused whether he is in an illusion or returning to reality, and at present, the difference between the two is almost only one Yingyao.

And if he has already come out of the illusion, it is difficult to understand why the demon stopped when he took the initiative, and it is also impossible to explain why Ying Yao destroyed the beauty chair when he woke up.And to be honest, as long as Ying Yao draws his sword against him, it's easy to tell the truth from the fake.

Zhuo Yuanshan already had a bias in his heart, he moved his whip a little impatiently, thinking about how to kill this fake Yingyao and then catch the demon out, he said absent-mindedly: "Don't try to lie to me, Ayao I like it the most."

Ying Yao was stunned by his whimsy. He wondered if Zhuo Yuanshan's mind was broken during the tribulation, so he drew out the saving world sword and retreated out of the sword array.

The sword cultivator had never heard of a cultivator who had signs of being possessed by a demon before waking up before he had a fight with the demon. He was a little suspicious by Zhuo Yuanshan's nonsense, and he said vigilantly: "The red mist suddenly dissipated just now, Have you crossed over, or have you fallen into a demon?"

Zhuo Yuanshan also heard these words familiar, but in order to prevent Ying Yao from turning against him in the future if he made a mistake, he didn't act rashly, but asked: "Why did you destroy my beauty chair?"

"That thing attracts snake-headed sphinxes," Ying Yao replied, "I'll find a way to destroy it even if you don't wake up."

This answer was a bit beyond Zhuo Yuanshan's expectations. He looked around and found that the dace carp had disappeared, the shuttle boat was parked not far away, and Ying Yao's body could be seen sitting cross-legged on the bed and meditating from the window.

"I don't know the tricks of the inner demon, you don't know if I am possessed by a demon," Zhuo Yuanshan laughed, and said softly, "It's quite fair."

Ying Yao watched helplessly as a few snake-headed sphinxes rushed towards the sword formation outside Zhuo Yuanshan's body, hitting a cloud of blood on it, and returned to his body indifferently, grabbed the saving world sword from the shuttle Flying out of the boat is a sword to him.