Michiko

Pop's face darkened as early as Meimei spoke.

In order to resurrect his son, Pop had separated Meimei's soul from her body as early as the first day he brought her to Yandu, and stuffed her soul into his son's resurrected body. Mei's body should have been a puppet without self-consciousness long ago, but now she has consciousness.

Even if Pop is a fool, he also knows that he has been cheated.

"Xuan, Yang, Young Master, Lord." He chewed the word word by word, as if it was Xie Xuanyang's flesh and blood, wishing to bite it to pieces, "Xie Xuanyang...Xie, Xuan, Yang!"

Pop suddenly raised his eyes, the darkness in his eyes made his eyes bloodshot.He stared at Qing Xiao, trying to stare at Xie Xuanyang through Qing Xiao.

Long before he betrayed his teacher, he felt that Xie Xuanyang was wrong.He is obviously a man, but he is even more beautiful than a woman, and his ability to seduce people is profound. He has seduced Mo Lingyan, who was born in an aristocratic family. Not to mention his trust in him, even his ruthless master is fascinated. Fascinated.

What righteous person would grow up like Xie Xuanyang?What kind of upright person can fascinate everyone like him?This is simply a demon that steals people's souls!People who are popular don't believe that Xie Xuanyang's painted bones hide any good intentions under the skin, and this is even more so now.

Young Master Xuanyang, Young Master Xuanyang!What a good young master Xuanyang!

It is not enough for Xie Xuanyang to have the title of Lord Xuanyang in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and now he has to get all the magic ways into his pocket.The most hateful thing is that this guy dares to prevent him from resurrecting his heir!Unforgivable, unforgivable!

The more Pop thinks about it, the more he hates it, and he said viciously, "As expected... Xie Xuanyang should be damned!"

He only hated himself for not killing Xie Xuanyang before he betrayed the teacher.If Xie Xuanyang had died early, nothing would happen now, and no one could stop his footsteps.

Qing Xiao said coldly, "Damn you."

Feng Feng's face was already ashen, and he asked sharply, "Didn't you hear? He is called the young master!" He suddenly pointed at Meimei, "Do you know what she is? She is a demon! The Fengmo clan who is loyal to the extreme demon king ! The only one who can be called the young master by her is the heir of the extreme demon, the young master of the demon world! Xie Xuanyang is a demon!"

Pop originally thought that after he pointed out Xie Xuanyang's identity, he would see Qing Xiao's face change suddenly, but Qing Xiao was not surprised at all, showing that he knew it long ago.He only heard him ask, "The young master of the demon world, isn't it you?"

Pop suddenly choked up.When he entered the ruins of a demon cultivator by mistake, he obtained all the cultivation bases left by that demon cultivator. He also knew from the spiritual consciousness left by that demon cultivator that he was the blood of the extreme demon. The name of the young master, every demon who follows him is also because he is the young master.But if you really want to talk about the identity of this young master, Feng Feng has no idea after thinking about it in his heart.

Now that another young master, Xie Xuanyang, popped up, he was so annoyed now, why didn't he not have fear of his own identity.But it is absolutely impossible for him to admit that he is a false young master, he took a deep breath, "It's me."

Qing Xiao said, "A devil dares to say that I am a Taoist companion?"

Pop was startled, he couldn't refute Qing Xiao.Everyone standing in Qingxiao's position would choose to trust their Taoist companion rather than listen to a demon, even if this demon was once his apprentice.However, Taoist Qingxiao should not be included in each of these people.

Sword cultivator Qingxiao Daoist should be the most ruthless person in the world, sticking to the righteous way, ignoring love and righteousness, using the sword in his hand to cut through the evil in the world to prove the way of heaven, even if he is facing the most intimate relationship with him people will not show mercy.

Although Xie Xuanyang is Qingxiao's Taoist partner, it is an undeniable fact that he is called the young master by the little girl of the Fengmo clan.Regardless of whether his identity as the young master is true or false, he is definitely inseparable from the Demon Dao.

If such a person falls into the hands of the former Daoist Qingxiao, no matter what his identity is, he can only end up being killed.But now Qing Xiao just said something that was obviously partial.

Pop couldn't help asking, "Are you still Taoist Qingxiao?"

Qing Xiao replied, "I am still me, and I am also a human being."

A human being will have feelings, and the seven emotions and six desires are born with him, but he has never met someone who can make him feel affectionate.

Feng Feng asked strangely, "The way of heaven is ruthless, so you no longer seek to prove the way of heaven, and you no longer plan to be the leader of this sword cultivator?"

He suddenly laughed again, "Haha! Those Taoist priests who claim to be righteous should really see that the Taoist Lord Qingxiao they respect and respect finally, finally, couldn't resist the temptation of the devil way, and fell into depravity. I don’t want to pursue the Tao of a thousand years! Haha! Their expressions will be very interesting.”

Qing Xiao was unmoved, but slowly drew out the sword.He said, "What is right? What is evil? One thought is righteous, and one thought is evil. What is to prove the Tao? Why not to prove the Tao? The sword is in the way, and you..."

I saw that the white robe on his body was automatic without wind, he took a step but at the same time completely let go of the suppression in his body, the terrifying spiritual power soared into the sky and swept the palace, gushing out and covering the entire banquet.

In an instant, the complexions of all the demon cultivators in the banquet capital changed again and again—a great immortal cultivator entered the banquet capital!

The utensils in the palace trembled and trembled under the terrifying spiritual power released by Qingxiao, as if they were about to shatter.Qing Xiao stared at the man in front of him, and after a long time said slowly, "I lost my own way, popular."

As soon as these words came out, Feng Pop's face turned pale immediately, the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, his eyes were shining brightly, and the muscles on his face were twitching into a hideous look.He stared at Qing Xiao, if he said that he regarded Qing Xiao as his master just now, but now his eyes no longer have the slightest respect for the master, but he seems to be looking at his enemy, "Who said I lost my way?" ?”

At this moment, a sword appeared in his hand.The hilt of the sword is inlaid with spirit stones, and the whole body is red, and the blade hums like countless ghosts.

Qing Xiao's eyes fell on Feng Feng's sword, which was the sword he gave when Feng Feng became a Taoist, but now even he, the swordsmith, could not recognize him."How many people were killed?" he asked.

What he said was endless, but Pop could hear what he was asking.Pop was caressing the red sword, with obsession in his eyes, he smiled and said, "Who remembers? Maybe thousands, maybe tens of thousands, I can't count them all. Ten thousand demons, all demons, this kind of thing can destroy heaven and earth How can the powerful Demon Sword be refined by killing a few people? Once refined, there will be no one in this world who can stand in my way, not even the master... Ha, ha ha ha ha !"

He seemed crazy, laughing crazily, with tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.Qing Xiao fixedly looked at him, like a passer-by looking at a paranoid madman.

Pop laughed for a long time, and Qing Xiao also watched it for a long time.Pop finally had enough of laughing, he lowered his smile and stared at Qing Xiao intently, "One person and ten thousand demons will come out, and the formation of ghosts will be formed. I wanted to use Master Taifu, but I didn't expect you to come, Master."

A greedy light flashed in his eyes, he licked his lips, and said, "How about letting Master come for the last sword sacrifice? Turning Master's soul into a sword spirit must be the most powerful sword spirit in the world. "

Qing Xiao said, "Talk too much."

In an instant, Jian Guang leaped forward, and Pop had rushed over.Qing Xiao was not in a hurry, he avoided the sword move with a flick of his body, dodged behind him, swung the sword lightly with his right hand and stabbed out, hitting the back of Feng Feng's chest with a pop.

The strange thing is that the trend did not retreat, turning around and slashing at Qing Xiao regardless of the severity of the injury.The Ten Thousand Demon Sword was approaching Dacheng, and there was a mixture of Yin Qi and evil energy in it. It was unknown what would happen if it was struck by this sword.

Qing Xiao had no choice but to retreat.He backed away for a few moments, his pupils suddenly contracted, and with a turn of his footsteps, he was already close to Pop, and he reached out and grabbed his sword hand.

Qing Xiao said sharply, "This is not your sword."

Popular laughter rolled out of his throat a few times, his eyes looking at Qing Xiao were already pitch black, and the pupils and the whites of the eyes could not be distinguished.He said, "This is my sword!"

As he spoke, he kicked back with his left foot, and with a click, his hand bones were twisted at a terrifying angle, and the blade of his sword slashed towards Qing Xiao.Qing Xiao suddenly became annoyed, swung his right hand, the sword light flashed, Feng Feng's hand broke off at the wrist, and fell to the ground together with the Wanmo Sword.

Qing Xiao scolded softly, "Not only have you lost your way, but now you have no sanity."

Pop shook a few times, his right hand drooped limply, and blood gushed out from the severed wrist, dripping on the ground in a short while and became a small puddle of blood.He closed his eyes and covered his wound and jumped back, his voice hoarse and piercing, as if the voices of two people overlapped, "Qing, Xiao!"

His left hand was clawed, and he stretched out his hand to explore where the broken arm was.I saw the long sword in the severed hand trembling and buzzing, but when it jumped up, it was suddenly stepped back to the ground.

When he looked up, he saw Xie Xuanyang looking at him with a half-smile, his red eyes shining brightly, even the most beautiful red lotus color in hell.

"Wanmo Sword." Xie Xuanyang crushed the blade of the sword under his feet, and saw that Pop's face was pale, and his muscles twitched painfully clutching his neck.

Seeing Xie Xuanyang grind again, the sword under his feet suddenly broke into five or six knots, and the blade suddenly became dim.He said, "You should die."

"Xie Xuanyang..." Pop said in a hoarse voice, "You think you can kill—"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly fell down.He clasped his neck with his remaining left hand, his eyeballs bulged, and his body muscles twitched.There was a roar in his throat, those protruding eyes were full of fear, his eyes were focused on the void, and he didn't know what to stare at, "Hua, Wen...you, you..."

His body jerked violently and he could never move.

Xie Xuanyang sneered and said, "I can't kill you, but Hua Wenyu will."

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