Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

"You!" Yan Ming gritted his teeth and stared at the two people in front of him.

Immediately he looked around, at the others.

"I am also the son of the Demon Lord!"

"You killed me and deliberately provoked a war between the two tribes!"

"..."

"..."

After a deathly silence, the first to speak was Immortal Su Hua.

The disguised Immortal Suhua was just an old woman. There was no flattery on her face anymore, and majesty was engraved on her face.

"Yan Ming?"

"You are not among the seven sons of the Demon Lord."

It is not difficult to hear the sneer in the old voice.

As soon as she finished speaking, Han Pingle spoke immediately.

"The life span of the Demon Lord stretches for nearly ten thousand years, and his bloodline is countless."

"Who do you think you are?"

Han Pingle waved the folding fan in his hand while speaking, and acted arrogant and dignified when he was sarcastic.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten how frightened they were just now.

Han Pingle's words hit the nail on the head, and Yan Ming, whose secrets were exposed, could only stare at her and say nothing in rebuttal.

Yes!

If you want to be the Demon Lord's son, bloodline alone is not enough.

But he just wouldn't accept it!

Why...Why is it that Yan Qian'an, who is the same age as him, can get the favor of the Demon Lord?

And he...

He has no name or surname and has to make a living at the hands of a group of untouchables.

"In that case, everyone may disperse." Venerable Suhua was the oldest and his words could not be questioned.

but...

The Blood Moon Stone has been destroyed.

In order to avoid other accidents, the best strategy is to leave the Demon Realm as soon as possible.

Yan Ming lowered his head as he was passing on the message.

A treasure like the Blood Moon Stone belongs exclusively to this Demon Lord.

The reason he came today was to spread the news that the Blood Moon Stone was in Yan Qian'an's hands through the mouths of several cultivators.

He just didn't believe that the Demon Lord didn't have a grudge against Yan Qian'an.

Then, he will get a reward.

The man even promised to introduce him to the Demon Lord!

But he never expected that someone could see through his identity.

Didn’t Yan Qi’an just return to the upper spirit world? !

Who in the cultivation world can recognize him!

Thinking of this, Yan Ming looked at Ning Xiyuan with resentment in his eyes.

It's all her!

If she hadn't been so nosy, he would have completed this task brilliantly!

Ning Xiyuan lowered his eyes.

She was thinking about how to deal with Yan Ming, who was stupid and weak.

Han Pingle and Han Yin were the first to walk outside, almost eager to escape from this place of trouble.

Just as Han Pingle stepped on the crack left by the previous competition.

"Boom!"

Ground subsidence is a matter of just a moment.

Dust was blowing in all directions.

A feeling of weightlessness came over me.

But fortunately, there are no weak people here and everyone reacts quickly.

Everyone can land on the ground calmly and leisurely.

Except for Yan Ming who was tied up and fell heavily.

And no one had the time to pay attention to Yan Ming.

Even Yan Ming himself didn’t have one.

In the underground palace hidden under the mansion, they saw a scene that they would never forget.

The mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood stretched endlessly.

Ning Xiyuan: “…”

Even the most experienced and oldest Immortal Master Su Hua felt dizzy when he saw this scene.

Everywhere I looked was scarlet.

this...

This is simply hell on earth.

Ning Xiyuan was not shocked.

But when she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her facial expression was a little difficult to control.

Gan!

fine...

Fortunately, there was not even a trace of blood in this bloody scene.

There is a bit more peace and tranquility.

The corpses were piled up into symmetrical triangular towers, with the bodies covered layer by layer, leaving only the heads neatly arranged like a bunch of trimmed flowers.

The blood flows, quietly and peacefully.

It strangely presents a kind of ethereal peace.

Weird.

But holy.

The huge alchemy furnace was placed in the middle, still bubbling.

A fascinating unknown power is constantly emanating.

"this..."

"what on earth is it!?"

Han Pingle, who always liked to stay out of things and act superior, widened his eyes.

He turned to everyone in panic.

Ning Xiyuan: “Haha.”

"Come on!"

Anyone who doesn't leave when faced with this situation is a psycho.

Someone shouted.

This is the voice of everyone.

There is no need to fly with a sword.

They now wish they could all teleport away.

but--

"Barrier...barrier!" Xiao Yi screamed in horror.

Yes, the barrier.

There is also a barrier in this underground palace.

There are not only barriers but also magic arrays.

Put together, it is as solid as a wall of iron and steel.

"What's going on!" Feng Tang held his long sword horizontally across Yan Ming's neck.

There are tens of thousands of monks’ corpses in the demon clan’s underground palace!

Yan Ming took a deep breath, stared at the long knife next to his neck, and his whole body was shaking.

"I...I don't know."

As soon as he finished speaking, the long knife drew a bloody mark on his neck.

Yan Ming's eyes widened: "I don't know! I really don't know!"

"I...I am just pretending to be Yan Qi'an...This...This is not my house!!"

It is said throughout the upper spiritual world that there is a blood moon stone here.

so..

So he just forged it in this deserted house!

Who could have known that there was such a big secret hidden underneath!

Yan Ming: "Really, what I said is true, I don't know..."

"I don't want to die!!"

There was not a single practitioner of the Dharma present.

Faced with the strange magic circle, they could only use brute force to destroy it.

Immortal Suhua and Han Yin looked at each other.

At this time, no one can remember how to write the word "competitor".

The spear was thrown like a meteor towards the unclear area above.

Immortal Master Suhua turned his hands into fists and rushed to the side.

The power of the Qingyun Realm overlapped in this vast yet depressing space, and then an astonishing sound erupted.

but...

No fruit.

After a few times, both of them were exhausted.

But the barrier and the magic circle remained motionless.

They're trapped here.

Even...can't send messages out.

Long Yao drew his sword and was about to step forward, but was grabbed by Ning Xiyuan.

Looking down, I saw that the girl had turned into a stool and was shaking gently.

Long Yao: “Ah?!”

At a time like this, shouldn't you go up and show off your strength?

Qin Chen: "Ah?!"

What is Long Yao doing?

At this time, do you still want to go up and show your incompetence?

Venerable Su Hua and Han Yin looked at Pei Sheng and Feng Tang, wanting to ask them why they, who were both in the Qingyun Realm, stood by and watched.

but!

"What are you doing!"

Venerable Suhua stared at Ning Xiyuan's face, his eyes almost spitting flames!

There was no hope at all that this little girl with insufficient cultivation could do anything.

But...

This is simply too much!

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Emo is gone, I haven’t caught up with the hot topics on Zhihu, I haven’t written a short story for a long time, and what I wrote is like shit! !

When I graduate! I will write a hundred articles!!!