The personal security of the beautiful president

"Shouldn't it be right? If they weren't sincere, why would they be in this situation today?" The Demon Lord asked.

"It's a joke. You bully others and you expect others to cooperate with you? What's the point of this?" Ding Zhe laughed angrily: "Imagine, if someone was about to behead you, would you really stick your neck out to let him die?" Are they going to cut it off?”

"That's because they deserve this!" The Demon Lord roared in a deep voice: "For the sake of the Demon Clan and the Demon Immortal Mansion, they should sacrifice their lives!"

"That's just your personal idea. Why do you decide the fate of others?" Ding Zhe said angrily: "Do you think you are a saint? You can judge other people's life and death?"

"Saint? So what about saints?"

The Demon Lord sacrificed two artifacts and held them in the palm of his hand.

"Did you see it? This demon lord is the chosen one. With these two artifacts, it is not a bad idea to be the co-master of not only the three realms, but also the co-lord of all realms."

"Hahahaha! You can't even protect your own daughter and high priest, so why are you talking about being the co-owner of all realms? How ridiculous!"

"you wanna die!"

Ding Zhe's words were like a sharp blade, deeply piercing the Demon Lord's heart.

So, he began to use his killing moves, and his powerful cultivation burst out, causing Ding Zhe to suffer a huge loss.

The huge force hit Ding Zhe's chest, causing him to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Not only that, he felt that his sternum was completely broken, and the bone residue had penetrated into his internal organs.

"No! This is impossible! Even if he has quasi-sage cultivation, he can't hurt me like this!" Ding Zhe was dissatisfied and forced his cultivation to keep his body steady.

"Hmph, you managed to avoid the vital point. What a good luck!" The Demon Lord praised: "Next time, I'm afraid you won't be so lucky!"

The Demon Lord attacked Ding Zhe again. This time, Ding Zhe did not dare to be too strong and hurriedly dodged.

But his speed still couldn't keep up with the Demon Lord, and his calf was hit by the Demon Lord's attack.

"what!"

Ding Zhe was in unbearable pain and screamed.

"Scream! Soon, your desire to speak out will disappear, and you will beg me to kill you!"

Ding Zhe frowned and immediately activated his cultivation. The Leihuang Sword instantly turned into a huge fire phoenix, soaring straight into the sky.

"Still want to resist? Who gave you the courage?" The Demon Lord shouted, and black energy burst out again, covering his whole body.

The fire phoenix quickly descended from the sky, and the scorching flames instantly enveloped the Demon Lord.

"Burn! Thunder Flame Divine Fire!" Ding Zhe was furious. At this moment, he finally burst out his anger.

In Ding Zhe's knowledge, the divine fire of thunder and fire can burn everything. Let alone the demon lord in the quasi-sage realm, even if the saint comes in person, he will inevitably be injured.

However, he saw that the divine fire besieging the Demon Lord was gradually extinguished in a thick black mist.

"What? It's impossible!"

"Nothing is impossible!"

The voice of the Demon Lord appeared behind Ding Zhe.

"what!"

He turned around suddenly, just in time to see the Demon Lord's sharp claws thrust into his chest.

"Humph!"

The Demon Lord raised his foot and kicked Ding Zhe directly in the abdomen.

"puff!"

Ding Zhe spat out a mouthful of blood again, and his body flew out like a kite with its string broken.

His consciousness gradually became blurred, and suddenly, a white shadow appeared in front of him.

"It's such a pity that we lost like this?" Bai Ying said softly, but there was still a smile on his face, as if failure was a trivial matter to him.

"You are……"

For a moment, Ding Zhe didn't understand everything in front of him.

"It doesn't matter, you are in charge of the great destiny. It is impossible to defeat you with such a little setback." The white shadow still smiled.

"You are...you are a saint!" Ding Zhe was shocked by everything about the person in front of him.

"Hey, I am ashamed to be called a saint!" The saint shook his head, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

Ding Zhe didn't want to know whether he was ashamed of these two words. He just wanted to know why the saint appeared at this time.

"It's strange why I showed up at this time, right?" A bitter look appeared on the saint's young face: "Actually, I'm here to help you."

"Help me? Then why don't you kill the demon lord directly, saint? With your cultivation level so high, even if you destroy the entire demon clan, it shouldn't be a problem." Ding Zhe asked confused.

The saint nodded and said: "Yes, as you said, my current status is unmatched by anyone in the world. But it is precisely because of this that I cannot take action to interfere with the balance of the world."

Ding Zhe seemed to understand, but he knew that since he was a saint, he couldn't take action at will.

"Back then, the battle between me and the alien gods and demons was due to my selfish motives, which led to today's situation. If it weren't for...hey." The saint shook his head slowly.

"Senior Saint, are you...blaming yourself?" Ding Zhe asked curiously.

"What? As a saint, don't you even have the right to blame yourself?" the saint asked.

"Of course not. Since you have time to blame yourself, why don't you just make things perfect?" Ding Zhe asked rhetorically.

"Then do it!" the saint smiled.

Ding Zhe suddenly realized that the saint was awakening him.

But what exactly did he do that made him blame himself?

After thinking about it, it seems that there is really such a thing.

But just as he was about to open his mouth to ask, he saw the saint pointing at Ding Zhe's eyebrows.

In an instant, Ding Zhe found that he could not move his whole body.

An obscure message entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

Suddenly, Ding Zhe fell into a state of emptiness. He found that the Ten Thousand Realms Pearl was suspended in front of the saint, and was transferring all the powerful luck inside to himself.

……

When Ding Zhe woke up, he happened to see the Demon Lord approaching.

"Boy! You're not dead yet!"

The Demon Lord renewed his attack and punched Ding Zhe on the head.

Ding Zhe's face was neither happy nor sad, and he stared at his fist helplessly, but at the moment when it was three inches away from him, his body consciously dodged away.

The Demon Lord refused to accept it and Ding Zhe easily dodged several attacks.

"No! This is impossible! This..." The Demon Lord frowned. He couldn't figure out why he couldn't touch Ding Zhe's clothes now even though his cultivation level was much higher than that of Ding Zhe.

"You don't want to admit defeat, do you?" Ding Zhe said with a smile: "Actually, there is only one main reason why you cannot become the co-leader of the Three Realms."

"What...is it?" The Demon Lord looked at Ding Zhe in shock.

"Qi Luck!" Ding Zhe explained: "That is Qi Shu. Now I am in charge of Qi Luck, not you. Even though you have two artifacts, you can't do anything without Qi Shu."

Ding Zhe offered the Pearl of All Realms and held it in the palm of his hand.

"That's... that's true... the Ten Thousand Realms Pearl!"

The Demon Lord staggered.

"It turns out...it turns out that what the high priest said is true."

The Demon Lord seemed to understand something and looked up at Ding Zhe.

Next to Ding Zhe, the figure of the saint appeared.

"My second disciple, Dao Er, knows that you are narrow-minded and do whatever you want just for yourself. He designed all this to test you. What I didn't expect is that he even risked his own life."

"Master? It's my master, he...his old man is testing me!" The Demon Lord was completely confused: "It turns out...it turns out that I have always been unworthy!"

The Demon Lord seemed to have understood everything. He raised his eyes to look at Ding Zhe, and then put a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I hope you will cherish everything and take care of yourself."

The Demon Lord burst into cultivation and then self-destructed.

……

Yun Xian bows.

Star Moon City.

Today's Xingyue City has become a super big city, with many monks gathered in Yunxianfu, Moxian Mansion, and Xiaxian Realm.

Under the auspices of Meng Tianfang, the acting head of the Longshan Sect, the coronation ceremony of the co-leaders of the three realms officially began.

Ding Zhe was sitting in a high position. It should have been a happy day, but there was a sad look on his face.

"Husband, what's wrong with you? It's a big day today, you should be happy!"

"Yes, husband, didn't we serve you well last night? It doesn't matter, let's do it again tonight!"

"Husband, what's wrong with you?"

Ding Zhe looked at the wives beside him and sighed softly.

"Hey, this position of co-lord of the three realms is not what I want. The saint forced me to take it!" Ding Zhe stood up with an aggrieved look on his face.

(End of the book)