The years I was in the human world

"Who are you?" Lu Zhouxue looked over when he heard that. He had never seen Qi Nankuo, but when he saw the latter, he seemed to be able to guess something, "Demon King?"

"Where is he?" Qi Nankuo nodded, with a hint of impatience on his face. If Ke Rou had not been so incompetent and failed to keep an eye on someone and let him get lost, he would not have had to come out in person to arrest him. He also had to deal with Zhong Ting and his group of sanctimonious hypocrites. These people had been treating him with indifference all the way. Even now he had to cooperate with Zhong Ting, so it was not appropriate for him to completely break off relations. Otherwise, why would he have tolerated it for so long?

"He's dead." Lu Zhouxue was also surprised at his own calmness. After he said this, he saw doubt on Qi Nankuo's face, as well as a hint of hidden panic. He was very happy about this realization, and even his tone was abnormally excited. His eyes passed from Qi Nankuo's face and then fixed on Xiao Yueheng. He said, "Why would I lie to you? He died in my arms, how could it be false?"

It seemed like he was answering Qi Nankuo's doubt, but actually he was questioning Xiao Yueheng. Lu Zhouxue had been waiting for too long, so long that when he met his old friend again after a long separation, he didn't know where to start talking about the old days. Instead, he asked the most unbearable question, "Why aren't you dead?" Lu Zhouxue didn't say it explicitly, but that was what he meant.

Qi Nankuo didn't understand the deeper meaning of this and thought that Lu Zhouxue was talking nonsense. He opened his mouth to refute him, but a sword cultivator stopped him and whispered something in his ear. Qi Nankuo calmed down instantly, looked at Lu Zhouxue and sneered, "If you don't want to tell the truth, you will know after you take him back for a trial." Anyway, no matter whether it is the Final Court, the Ghost Mansion, or the Demon Lord, they only need Lu Zhouxue to be alive. It doesn't matter whether he is vigorous or barely alive.

After Qi Nankuo finished speaking, he didn't need to do anything himself, as his men attacked Lu Zhouxue one after another, using deadly moves that would kill him instantly. Perhaps they needed Lu Zhouxue to be alive, but the prerequisite was to be able to capture him, so they attacked without any hesitation.

Lu Zhouxue relied on the Moon-Slaying Sword to beat back the attackers. For a moment, the two sides were evenly matched. Qi Nankuo thought that it would be easy to defeat Lu Zhouxue, so he looked down on Yaoguang who had been defeated several times. But now, seeing Lu Zhouxue fighting with his men, he gradually frowned. He said to Xiao Yueheng, "This Xuefeng has some tricks. I underestimated him."

Qi Nankuo didn't bring many people with him, but they were all elite. This number was enough to deal with a cultivator as powerful as Venerable Mingjing, but they were unable to get any good results from Lu Zhouxue.

"He is already at the end of his strength." Xiao Yueheng only needed to take a glance to see that Lu Zhouxue's pretended ferocity was not strong enough, and his brows were furrowed. Even though his strength was weakened by entering the mortal world, he still had 30% of his strength when he saw Lu Zhouxue last time, but now he has only 10% left. He didn't know what happened. "The weird thing is the sword in his hand. If you take the sword away, he will be nothing."

"Is that so?" Qi Nankuo was thoughtful after hearing Xiao Yueheng's words. He then didn't care about the so-called royal dignity and used his magic weapon to launch a cold attack from behind, "Let me test his strength."

Qi Nankuo was a truly despicable villain, but Xiao Yueheng just stood there and watched. Even though Lu Zhouxue had to protect Peacock and take the attack, she was already out of strength and her face was as pale as paper. She could fall down at any time, but he didn't care about their old friendship at all and didn't even try to stop her.

Lu Zhouxue didn't seem disappointed with Xiao Yueheng's cold-eyed indifference. They had only been friends for 500 years, and the remaining 10,000 years were Lu Zhouxue's wishful thinking. Xiao Yueheng had been beautified too much in his memory, and it was not until they met again that he remembered that guy had never been a gentle and kind person. Therefore, Lu Zhouxue was just overwhelmed by the offensive of the elite monsters while glancing at Xiao Yueheng out of the corner of his eye.

He certainly didn't expect Xiao Yueheng to help him, on the contrary, he was afraid that he would make a move. Lu Zhouxue dared to be arrogant in the face of any god in Buzhou Mountain, except Xiao Yueheng. Not to mention now, once the latter made a move, he would have absolutely no chance of winning.

The Demon King was worthy of being the Demon King. When he made a move, Lu Zhouxue, who could have relied on the Moon-Slaying Sword to protect himself and Peacock from getting hurt, could only dodge in a panic under Qi Nankuo's magic weapon. The sharp blade flashed, and Lu Zhouxue could not catch it. He had to turn around and hold Peacock in his arms, resisting the sharp blade light with his flesh and blood body. A blood mark across his entire back appeared on Lu Zhouxue's back. He staggered, but did not fall down.

Lu Zhouxue turned his wrist and a sword light stabbed out. Qi Nankuo quickly took back the magic weapon, which barely prevented him from destroying the magic weapon.

"What a powerful sword." Qi Nankuo commented after testing it. It seemed that if Xiao Yueheng didn't take the sword, Lu Zhouxue would be helpless. But how could a sword be easy to take? The monsters fighting with him were all elites. All those who were touched by the sword's light were bleeding profusely. Qi Nankuo couldn't possibly use the elites as deadpools.

"Can you take his sword?" Qi Nankuo couldn't take the sword from Lu Zhouxue's hand, so he turned around and asked Xiao Yueheng. He was not like those arrogant guys in Zhongting. He knew how unfathomable the Ghost King was, and he believed that the latter had a way to resolve the current situation.

"Okay." Xiao Yueheng nodded, took off his long-sleeved green outer robe, and went up with his bare hands, "Tell your people to stand aside."

As soon as Lu Zhouxue saw Xiao Yueheng taking off his clothes, he realized something was wrong. His heart sank, and even though he was prepared, he still couldn't help feeling depressed. This guy was really so cold and indifferent that he didn't care about their old friendship at all. Even if he could just stand by and watch, why did he have to step on him?

With this in mind, Lu Zhouxue thrust his sword straight into the ground, using the Moon-Slaying Sword as his eye, his soul as a sacrifice, and chanting a spell as his command, a Mu Cang Mountain rose up on the spot: "The mountains and rivers are all desolate and desolate, and I am filled with worry and anxiety; the old man is defeated, and I am willing to share the remaining fragrance. Facing the old place, I have an empty cup with hope."

Even if he gave everything, retreat was never his style. Lu Zhouxue's spiritual power surged, and Qi Nankuo's face suddenly changed: "Not good! He's going to self-destruct!"

Xiao Yueheng saw clearly that Lu Zhouxue had prepared everything, but secretly gave the peacock she had been protecting a thousand miles of mountains and rivers to give the girl a chance to survive. He was puzzled. When did the always cold and ruthless Lord Suimo learn to do such selfless things?

Although he was puzzled, Xiao Yueheng did not intend to let Lu Zhouxue self-destruct. He just rushed into the formation that Lu Zhouxue had hastily set up, ignoring the sword lights and shadows falling around him, and directly broke Lu Zhouxue's spiritual gate, interrupting his self-destruction. He looked up at Lu Zhouxue and said lightly: "You can use the sword now."

"When it comes to life and death, it will happen naturally." Lu Zhouxue's tone was also cold. It was obvious that he was facing the person he loved but could not have. However, at this moment, he was numb as if he had lost all emotions. He raised his hand and rushed towards Xiao Yueheng's face with a powerful and merciless force.

Xiao Yueheng took advantage of the situation and grabbed his wrist, put two fingers together and touched the back of his hand, and the spiritual power in his palm dissipated just like that, leaving him completely powerless to fight back: "The last time I saw you, you weren't this weak."

"As a banished person, your power will naturally decline day by day." Lu Zhouxue suddenly met Xiao Yueheng's eyes and was dazed for a moment. His eyes were still as deep blue as the sea, making it hard to see clearly. Doubts suddenly arose in her heart, and Lu Zhouxue couldn't help asking: "You have been innocent all your life, why are you involved in these disputes?"

"It's amazing that you still remember what I looked like in the old days and describe me as so spotless." Xiao Yueheng smiled lightly, but without much sincerity. He stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of the Moon-Slaying Sword and with his other fingertips lightly touched Lu Zhouxue's strangely bulging belly. Lu Zhouxue suddenly felt as if his internal organs were crushed and hurt. He staggered and couldn't stand steadily.

The wild and unruly Moon-Slaying Sword was held in Xiao Yueheng's hand as obediently as a docile horse. The Moon-Slaying Sword originally belonged to Xiao Yueheng, and now that it had returned to its original owner, there was nothing wrong with it being docile and obedient.

Xiao Yueheng used his sword to cut off a strand of white hair from Lu Zhou's temples. The blade pressed down on him, forcing him to kneel on the ground, unable to move. He looked down at him and said, "Your Mu Cang Mountain is useless to me."

"Not necessarily." Lu Zhouxue gritted his teeth and smiled bitterly in his heart. He was just engaging in a verbal dispute. Seeing how Xiao Yueheng walked through his formation as if it were flat ground, the result was predictable. Lu Zhouxue was ready to be defeated by Xiao Yueheng, but he didn't expect the latter to just take the sword. When he looked over with a pale face, he calmly explained: "I'm just here to take the sword."

Xiao Yueheng would not add insult to injury, but he would not help either. He just took away Lu Zhouxue's only support and stood by and watched. Lu Zhouxue curled his lips. He didn't know what he felt now. He only knew that Xiao Yueheng had finally become the same as the group of people he once despised the most, sanctimonious and hypocritical, clearly birds of a feather, but he pretended to be unharmed.

"The rest is up to you." Xiao Yueheng calmly retreated from the formation. As soon as he left, the flashing swords and the raging wind and snow in the entire formation also dissipated. Seeing Xiao Yueheng break the formation so easily, Qi Nankuo couldn't help but look at him more. This man was more unfathomable than he had imagined. Those arrogant monks in Zhongting will regret their short-sightedness one day.

Qi Nankuo thought about it, nodded in response, and turned to his subordinates and ordered: "Take him down."

Lu Zhouxue knelt on the ground exhausted, watching the elite demons approaching. He didn't even have the strength to raise his hands. He suddenly felt tired. His spirit was tense until the moment he lost to Xiao Yueheng, and he completely collapsed. He had been running around since the fifteenth night more than half a month ago, and now he was really at the end of his rope. Even if he still had a lot of magic tools and talismans in his spiritual sea, with Xiao Yueheng, how could he struggle?

But - are you really going to give yourself up so easily? Lu Zhouxue was a little dazed, but deep down he was unwilling to sink into depravity. He had the pride of a god, could he really tolerate being skinned and boned by mortals like an animal? He couldn't stand it, because that was his dignity.

Xiao Yueheng seemed gentle just now, but in fact he did not hold back. Lu Zhouxue felt pain all over his body, his head, internal organs and stomach ached. He couldn't help but tremble slightly in pain, and cold sweat kept rolling down his face. His originally cold and beautiful face was stained with pain, making it even more eye-catching, but no one would be soft-hearted because of his misery.

Qi Nankuo was obsessed with Xiao Fengzhuo's whereabouts, so he didn't care about his pain, as long as he was alive; Xiao Yueheng took the Moon-Slaying Sword and left, he was in a hurry to go back to find Gongsun Wuyin, and had no attachment to Lu Zhouxue at all. Five hundred years of friendship was nothing more than that.

It seemed that there was no room for a last-ditch struggle. After all, Lu Zhouxue no longer had the desire to return to Buzhou Mountain and wait for Xiao Yueheng to come back. He wanted his life, Lu Zhouxue thought self-deprecatingly. The person he had been waiting for ten thousand years had forced him into a desperate situation as soon as they met.

But when Qi Nankuo's men surrounded him, Lu Zhouxue still fought back at the cost of burning his soul. He couldn't give up. He thought, Xiao Fengzhuo wanted him to live, and so did Kong Que. If he was gone, who could this girl rely on?

Lu Zhouxue had seen Xiao Yueheng die, and had also seen Xiao Fengzhuo die. He knew the pain of witnessing someone you cared about die twice, so he didn't want to be like Kong Que like him - he felt that Kong Que should care about him, just like he cared about her.

So he didn't want to make Peacock sad a second time. This was his pity for Peacock and also his own self-salvation.

Lu Zhouxue burned one of his souls, and the brutal spiritual power burst instantly threw all the elites who caught him away with serious injuries. Qi Nankuo didn't dare to approach easily, thinking that Lu Zhouxue was really a tough person. Of course, Lu Zhouxue himself didn't get any good results. Originally, it was just physical pain, but now it was a burning sensation in his soul. The pain made his legs weak and he almost knelt down.

But he still stood up shakily. Peacock supported him and asked casually, "Are you okay?" There was not much sincerity in his words, but it seemed like he was testing how much strength Lu Zhouxue had left.

Lu Zhouxue was really struggling to death this time. His soul was burning, and he could never go back to Buzhou Mountain. Even if he entered reincarnation after death, he would probably be reborn as an animal because his soul was incomplete. At the end of his rope, he was relieved. Whether he was an animal or a god, they were all in a mess. But he couldn't tell Kong Que about this, so he shook his head pretending to be relaxed: "I'm fine, don't worry."

"Oh." Peacock responded with an ambiguous sound, and looked up at Lu Zhouxue. He might not know how pale his face was. How could he say he was fine in this state? Peacock looked into Lu Zhouxue's eyes and said softly, "You are very tired, why are you still protecting me?"

"No reason." Lu Zhouxue touched the peacock's head. The exploding spiritual power isolated Qi Nankuo from outside. He mobilized the remaining spiritual power after the spiritual power explosion to create a thousand miles of rivers and mountains. "Now that it's like this, the old king can't go. Sorry, I'll bring you here another day."

Maybe there is no future, Lu Zhouxue suddenly lost his mind. He is now a piece of cloth with thousands of holes, which may collapse at any time. Well, just take it one step at a time, he thought desperately. Now there is no hope, so even life and death are insignificant.