Master is tempting, come to my disciple's arms

I was glad that I didn't expose myself, but I was caught on the spot the next second.

"I was wondering which naughty little mouse was eavesdropping on our conversation. Turns out it was you."

The man leaned against the pillar with his arms folded at the elbows, the corners of his lips raised in a mocking smile with a hint of malicious amusement.

Ming, who was in a state of high tension, was frightened by the voice and his whole body trembled. His scalp seemed to be struck by dense electric currents, and a feeling of swelling and numbness followed.

His actions were faster than his brain, and he quickly knelt on the ground, explaining non-stop: "Your Majesty, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, please understand!"

"Oh, really?" "Mo Qianyu" lowered his eyelashes and relentlessly threatened the demon who was pretending to be calm.

"Don't tease him. He is my confidant and will not reveal this."

He had 100% trust in Ming, and the blood contract was not made for fun. If this person had any evil intentions, the blood contract would take his life first.

The words of exculpation sounded very kind to Xun Ming's ears, but fear still lingered in his heart.

"Mo Qianyu" stared at the kneeling demon below without changing his expression, secretly following the steps of the blood contract, trying to see if he could control Xun Ming.

These blood contracts were all made by the same demonic method. As expected, once the contract was released, the demon enslaved by the blood contract immediately began to feel the pain of backlash.

The blood in his body was boiling like magma, and the fire did not touch his flesh, but it made him roll on the ground. Sweat was pouring out from all parts of his body, and the sweat seeping from his long hair and red robe left a series of water stains on the ground below him.

The burning pain that felt like his blood vessels were melting left him no strength to beg for mercy, and his skin was visibly burned dark red.

His mouth opened and closed, hot air gushing out. He tried hard to inhale the cold air around him to reduce the temperature of the stewed bones and marrow, but the hot air brought him back to his original high temperature.

His life was reaching its limit, and just when he thought that His Majesty was going to kill the demon to silence him, "Mo Qianyu" deactivated the blood contract.

Those few tens of seconds made him never want to try it again and he dared not experience it anymore.

The man struggled to get up from the ground, not caring whether he could still make a sound, and finished the salute.

Ming staggered away. The demon facing His Majesty was definitely not created by the magic of illusion.

The purpose of this technique is nothing more than to impersonate the original character in order to deceive the enemy's eyes and get away with it when the main body suffers serious damage or needs to escape from an emergency.

To perform the magic of illusion, one needs to use one's own hair and nails as a medium. What's more, in order to make the illusion puppets reproduced by the magic of illusion look more lifelike and have the subject's subjective consciousness and seven emotions and six desires, the body's essence and blood are essential filling materials.

It is impossible for His Majesty to use the Puppetry Technique in this situation. Who is the demon opposite? Why can I sense the same demonic aura from him?

Could it be... that he was reborn like me?

But even if he is reborn, there can only be one Demon Lord, it is impossible for him to split into two.

Many questions filled my mind, and I could only find out after my injury healed.

The desire to solve the mystery becomes stronger and stronger. This is a matter concerning the Lord and the demon world, and cannot be taken lightly.

"Mo Qianyu" was very satisfied with Xun Ming's performance. The only thing that remained unchanged in his past life and this life was his precious loyalty. He would never betray him or disobey him.

Mo Qianyu knew that he was helping him test Ming's loyalty, so he did not try to stop him.

After all, he is also one of the masters of Ming.

The Qingfeng Sect completely declined after the You Rulie incident. The loss of its backbone destroyed the glory of the sect, and it withdrew from the big stage of the cultivation world from then on, and no one has ever set foot in it since.

The deserted houses are scattered in an orderly manner halfway up the mountain. The paths between the houses have been replaced by weeds, and the large square is occupied by birds and animals that come here to roost.

Just as they were chasing and playing, and lying on the ground to rest as usual, a burst of noisy footsteps came from outside the door. The beasts were startled by the noise, and before the group of people could get close, the spirit beasts in the square fled and flew away, and all traces of their stay were wiped out.

The visitors were a group of young monks from the Yu Tu Sect. They were all dressed in the same dark purple uniforms with a light purple spirit crystal hanging on the front. They had a pair of wrist guards on their cuffs and dark leather waist belts. The hem was embroidered with a circle of Ruyi Pan Chi pattern embroidered with gold and silver threads.

The leader pulled hard with one hand and pulled out a handsome, thin male disciple from the crowd.

The boy's wrists were bound by spirit ropes, and he struggled to break free in vain, leaving two deep red marks on the two pieces of white jade-like flesh.

"How dare you seduce Junior Sister Wu, whom Sect Leader Zhou likes? Are you really that brave?"

The one who gave the reprimand was another male disciple, with a sickening expression of smugness on his pointed and monkey-faced face.

"Why waste so much time talking to him? Sect Leader Zhou has given the order that we will beat him to death as long as he survives!"

"Brother is right. What are you waiting for? I have disliked this guy for a long time. Let's attack him together!"

The shouting became more intense and louder, and everyone turned into messengers of justice, wishing to execute the young man on the spot.

They do not use spiritual power to eradicate them, otherwise it would be easy to identify their identities through the spiritual power left in the wounds.

It is best to use fists and feet as weapons, which will also save you a series of troubles later.

The boy then realized that they were serious about this, and he stepped back while looking for a way to escape.

"Don't let him run away!" A large group of people chased in the direction the boy was running.

No, I can't let them catch me. Even if I die today, I want to die in my own hands.

Sweat kept flowing down, and a few drops of sweat seeped through his thick eyelashes and dripped into his eye sockets.

The intense pain made him unable to see the road ahead. He raised one shoulder to rub the foreign object in his eye. His feet were suddenly suspended in the air, and he seemed to be stepping on cotton-like clouds. He fell off the cliff before his heels could stand firmly.

The disciples who were chasing him from behind were all stunned. This person... just disappeared like that?

They carefully moved step by step to the edge of the cliff, and looked down to see how high it was. Oh my God! This cliff is so deep!

Even if he doesn't die, he will be disabled, and the possibility of reincarnation is very slim.

Mission accomplished, they did not linger here, but flew on their swords in the direction they came from.

It was true that the boy fell off the cliff, but he was not doomed to fail as he was intercepted by a branch that protruded from the cliff, which cushioned his rapid descent.

His hands were still in the old position, the soul-binding rope had imprisoned all his spiritual power. If he wanted to rely on his spiritual power to save himself, he had to first untie the rope.

It seems that death is inevitable no matter how early or late it is. He didn't know where his head was hit, and warm liquid with a fishy smell was continuously flowing out of his body.

The overwhelming sleepiness made his limbs feel as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and he eventually slipped into a coma.