The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

Shen Liuxiang had never seen such a smile, there was a smile in his eyes and lips, but there was a lingering sadness.

He couldn't help frowning: "Are you okay."

Ye Bingran's smile faded away, as if he had completed a difficult task, and now his face was only tired.

He shook his head lightly, but his body shook violently. Shen Liuxiang hurriedly supported him, noticing that the spirit energy around him was agitated, and widened his eyes, "Are you going to break through?!"

The crowd who had fallen into dead silence before suddenly boiled up.

If Sword Master goes one step further, he will reach the state of transforming gods!

Lan Xiaosheng's expression changed suddenly.

Breaking through is most forbidden to be disturbed by others. If you are a little careless, you will fall into a place of eternal doom. At this moment, Nan Yaoquan has no good people coming, and there are crowds of people around. It is really not a good time to break through.

Someone must protect Ye Bingran.

He wanted to go immediately, but Nan Yaoquan raised his hand to stop him, "I heard that Taoist Jianzhen is very devoted to the cultivation of the younger generation, and Ye Bingran is about to break through, why won't he come out to protect him?"

Lan Xiaosheng's face was frosty: "What exactly do you want to do?"

Nan Yaoquan just smiled and said nothing, Ling Ye narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this, and stretched out his hand to Su Baiche who was beside him.

This side of the world was instantly in chaos.

Dou Da raindrops hit his head and face, and Ye Bingran was helped to sit down with a sinking sound, the rain slid down his cheeks, his black eyelashes trembled slightly, and he could hardly open his eyes from the drenching.

He looked around, Lan Xiaosheng, Ning Runxin, etc. were all stopped by the demon cultivator, and he was the only one protecting the law here.

Shen Liuxiang set up an enchantment to cover Ye Bingran, and was about to add some protection, when there was another person quietly beside him.

In an instant, he felt a sense of creepiness.

"Leave it to me."

The visitor was dressed in a black satin robe, his long hair was meticulously bound by a jade crown, his face was solemn and handsome, and he raised his hand to impose a restraint on the barrier, isolating all the noise from the outside world.

"Master! Master is here!" Jianzong disciples were ecstatic, and other monks also showed joy.

On the bright side of the cultivation world, the only Mahayana monk has arrived!

Nan Yaoquan's eyes were slightly focused, staring at the figure standing on the eaves for a long time, the corners of his lips suddenly twitched, and he burst out laughing.

"Yu Fusheng, Yu Fusheng, it's interesting, it's really interesting, it's not in vain for me to mobilize people."

Ling Ye had already rescued Su Baiche, and upon hearing this, he cast his eyes on Taoist Jianzhen, "What do you mean?"

"There are still things in the world that you don't understand," Nan Yaoquan was surprised, and then said inexplicably, "The foundation of Jianzong is in chaos, the cultivation world is weak, and my demon world will add more powerful generals."

Ling Ye frowned in thought.

"My purpose of coming here has been achieved," Nan Yaoquan turned to look at Su Baiche, "I have had enough fun outside, and I will go back to the Demon Realm with my brother."

Gritting her teeth, Su Baiche leaned on Ling Ye and glared at him, wishing to cut him into pieces with his eyes.

What demon king, he is clearly a control freak, he doesn't even want to go back to the demon world!

Nan Yaoquan noticed the unfriendly gaze, smiled to himself, and stretched out his hand unhurriedly, "You took the initiative to catch you with me, the result is the same, but the treatment will be different when you go back, think it over clearly."

Su Baiche's body couldn't help trembling, his eyes were filled with frost.

It's this feeling that he hates so much, if it can be stronger, how can he be so controlled by others!

Tong Xi also panicked, yelling in his mind, "You can't go with Mo Zun, you hold Ling Ye tightly, the critical period is coming, you must stay by Zhou Xuanlan's side!"

With a pale face, Su Baiche reached out and grabbed Ling Ye's sleeve even though he was reluctant.

He was about to ask for help when a chuckle came from his ear, "Why doesn't Su Zhenren's body stink anymore?"

Su Baiche's back turned cold.

Shen Liuxiang didn't know when he came here, raised his foot, kicked Su Baiche's ass, kicked him away from Ling Ye, and threw himself on Nan Yaoquan.

Everything happened unexpectedly.

Ling Ye turned his head to look at the younger brother with a hippie smile, and was speechless for a while, and everyone around him was even more stunned.

Lan Xiaosheng: "..."

this fool.

Even if you don't like the other party, you shouldn't make a move in front of so many people.

Pushing the same door into the tiger's mouth in public, acting so arrogantly and viciously, aren't you afraid of falling into the trap!

Ling Ye caressed his forehead and sighed helplessly.

He stretched out his hands to hold Shen Liuxiang's head, poked his long fingers into the soft black hair, and rubbed it vigorously as if venting his anger, twisting the long hair into a bird's nest shape.

Shen Liuxiang, who thought he would be scolded, was stunned, but then he was dumbfounded.

"Brother, don't move, you're going to be bald! You're going to be bald!"

Ling Ye: "Do you know what was wrong?"

Shen Liuxiang pursed his lips, covered his messy hair, and moved to the side.

Su Baiche intended to harm him, but he just retaliated a little bit, so there was nothing wrong with it.But on the surface he was tired, and said honestly: "Understood, brother."

The crowd around the audience were still silent in Shen Liuxiang's feat.

Ling Ye turned his head and stood tall, the corners of his clothes were slightly rippled by the night wind.

He suddenly clasped his fists together and pretended to say, "Since that's the case, Brother Lao Nan will take good care of Bai Che. I'll come to the Demon Realm in person sometime later to pick him up."

Nan Yaoquan raised his eyebrows, and he understood.

Ling Ye's remark was to tell everyone present in his capacity as Sect Master Qingling that he agreed with Su Baiche to go to the Demon Realm, and it was not a fault of Shen Liuxiang's previous push.

Furthermore, he and Nan Yaoquan were good friends in the past, and everyone knew it, it was just a private transaction between the two of them.

Nan Yaoquan echoed the voice and gave him a lot of face: "Of course I will take good care of him."

Su Baiche's face was livid, he was held down by the Mozun and couldn't move, his eyes were fixed on Shen Liuxiang.

One day, kill him!

In his mind, Tong Xi yelled again and again: "Oops! Oops! What can I do? I told you not to go to the Demon Realm. Now, if Zhou Xuanlan needs you, you are not here. Him, it's even harder!"

Su Baiche's eyes became even colder.

When Nan Yaoquan left, he asked Shen Liuxiang again, "Will you come with me? The cultivation world will not be peaceful in the near future. For the sake of foster father, in the devil world, I will always protect you well."

Shen Liuxiang looked at Su Baiche who had written "Life without Love" written on his face, smiled dryly, and raised his hand as a gesture of invitation.

"Yi brother, let's go."

Seeing this, Nan Yaoquan stopped talking, and finally looked at Yanjian Zhendao, with a meaningful smile on his face, and led everyone in the demon world to leave.

Yu Fusheng, the most respected figure in the world of comprehension today.

Obsessed, it's ridiculous.

However, this group of ignorant people still can't see it, and still follow his lead, and will be backlashed sooner or later.

The whole group of Demon Realm retreated, and the tense strings in everyone's hearts were instantly loosened, and the joy of rebirth after the catastrophe appeared on their faces.

Shen Liuxiang found a place to hide from the rain, his whole body was wet, his black hair was sticking to his back, and the ground around his body was soon wet with drops of water dripping from his robe.

He covered his mouth and sneezed, untied the storage bag, and wanted to find a coat to put on. There were a lot of things in the bag, he searched and tossed for a long time, and finally found a piece of clothing.

Take it out and have a look, it is a scarlet fox fur.

Last time in the bamboo forest, he was cold, and Zhou Xuanlan put it on for him.

Shen Liuxiang looked around, but there was no figure of his apprentice, and he was usually the first to rush to him.

He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, put on his fur coat, leaned against the side rail alone, picked up some wet melon seeds and began to lick them.

After eating a handful of melon seeds, the aura around him returned to calm, and Ye Bingran had successfully stepped into the realm of transforming gods.

He opened his eyes, and a broken light flashed in them.

Looking around, seeing no one from before, Ye Bingran looked a bit sad, got up and bowed to Yu Fusheng, "Thank you, master, for your help."

Yu Fusheng held his hands behind his back, the night wind blew, and his sleeves fluttered: "You have just entered the realm of transforming gods, and the spiritual power in your body is not stable, so go back and adjust it first, and leave the external affairs to your master and uncle to deal with. "

Ye Bingran nodded slightly, looked towards a long corridor, turned and left.

Yu Fusheng followed his line of sight, twitched his eyebrows slightly, flicked his wide sleeves, and appeared in front of the young man in the blink of an eye.

"You are Zhong Qing's little apprentice."

Shen Liuxiang was startled by the sudden appearance of the person. For some reason, every time he saw Yu Fusheng, he would always be frightened, as if subconsciously afraid.

After calming down, he saluted and said, "I pay my respects to Taoist Jianzhen."

Yu Fusheng didn't say a word, stepped forward and pressed his shoulder.

Shen Liuxiang felt a cold spiritual force rushing into his body, his whole body ached, and his face turned pale.

At this time, Ling Ye appeared and bowed, "Taoist."

Yu Fusheng withdrew his hand and looked at him: "Last time you told me that your junior brother has been poisoned by a demon that no one can cure. I still don't believe it. Now it seems that it is not a lie."

Shen Liuxiang broke free from the restraints, and immediately moved beside Ling Ye.

Seeing this, Yu Fusheng said, "You are afraid of me."

Shen Liuxiang shook his head, stretched out his hand and rubbed his shoulders: "The Taoist majesty, the junior is in awe, so he dare not approach easily."

"Growing up is more restrained than when I was a child." Yu Fusheng's eyes were dim, "I hugged you before, remember, Zhong Qing was still there, every time I come to my sword sect, I always take you with me."

Wuyuan Taoist, Fang Zhongqing.

Ling Ye said: "Brother was young at the time, so I don't remember those things, Taoist is not to blame."

"Disciple of Zhong Qing, how can I blame you," Yu Fusheng said, "You two brothers and sisters, I watched them grow up, now that he is not here, I will treat you as personal disciples."

He took a step forward, put his finger on Shen Liuxiang's shoulder, and patted Shen Liuxiang twice, "I remember, Zhong Qing loves you the most."

After the words fell, Yu Fusheng disappeared.

Shen Liuxiang wrapped herself in the fox fur, feeling cold for no reason.

Ling Ye lightly tapped his forehead with his fingertips, and a gust of warm air enveloped him.

"Master has a past relationship with Taoist Jianzhen, and he is both a teacher and a friend. After the master left, he searched for a long time before giving up. Seeing you and me, thinking about the master, he will inevitably become agitated, don't worry about it. "

Shen Liuxiang blinked: "Where did Master go?"

In the original book, there is very little ink and ink on characters like Yu Fusheng and Fang Zhongqing, and there is no information.

"I don't know," Ling Ye shook his head, with a bit of nostalgia on his face, "Master left in a hurry, so he just said a few words to me."

Shen Liuxiang: "Why is he in a hurry, what is he in a hurry for?"

Ling Ye smiled, with a playful look in his eyes, "You are about to return to the sect after the practice, of course he has to hurry up, otherwise he won't be able to leave after you hug his thigh and cry and make noise."

Shen Liuxiang touched his nose resentfully: "In this way, he couldn't be the one who deliberately sent me away when I went out to practice."

"Nine times out of ten." Seeing that his long hair and robes were all dry, Ling Ye withdrew his hand, "When Master is here, he will decide where you practice each time."

Shen Liuxiang was stunned.

Daoist Wuyuan sent Yuanshen to Nanzhou and Donghuang, maybe he knew something earlier.

Ling Ye glanced at the sky, "There is still some time, go and rest for a while, tomorrow we will set off to return to the sect."

Yu Fusheng returned to the cave, his body swayed, his slender fingers were embedded in the cold and hard stone wall, blood flowed from the grinding.

His fingertips hurt, but his heart was filled with joy.

Fang Zhongqing cut off the cause and effect in the world that day and disappeared without a trace. Everyone said that he had ascended, but Yu Fusheng didn't believe it. There must be someone in the world that he misses and can't let go...even if it's not him.

Now, he finally found some clues.

There should be clues about Fang Zhongqing's whereabouts hidden in Shen Liuxiang's body. He loves this apprentice so much and calculates every possible opportunity to send him to Nanzhou and Donghuang. Feisheng ignored it.

Yu Fusheng smiled silently.

Raising his head, his face was covered with a faint devilish air.

Shen Liuxiang returned to disciple Qingling's residence, and glanced at Zhou Xuanlan's room, but there was still no movement inside.

I don't know where to go.

He was thinking about whether to look for it, when a small figure jumped out from the dark, opened his arms and hugged his leg, turning into a leg pendant.

"Daddy~"

Shen Liuxiang had no choice but to pick up the fat baby with one hand and go back to the room.

"It's great that Daddy is fine," Shen Bubu put his arms around his neck, rubbing back and forth happily.

His small face was buried in Shen Liuxiang's fair neck, and a few gold leaves on top of his head swept back and forth on his cheeks.

"Tomorrow Bu Bu will go back to Renshen Mountain with the team leader's grandfather,"

He was very clingy tonight, and he urged in every possible way, "Daddy must always think about Bu Bu, once a day, okay?"

Shen Liuxiang tugged at his fair and tender face, which was soft and full of sensuality and elasticity.

Thinking of not being able to pinch it in the future, I was still a little sad, "If you really don't want to part with it, you can go back to Qingling with me."

Shen Bubu raised his black bright eyes, looked at him for a while, and then his eyes dimmed, "Daddy said that Bubu is the most suitable to stay in Ginseng Mountain. We pulled Gogou, and Daddy will wait for Bubu to grow up." Come to Ginseng Mountain to pick me up."

Shen Liuxiang pondered for a while: "When did you grow up?"

"When it bears fruit, it will grow up." Shen Bubu touched the gold leaf on the top of his head, and smiled. "It won't be long, maybe 100 years."

Shen Liuxiang: "... I'd better find time to visit you at Renshen Mountain in the future."

He picked up the storage bag, put the fox fur in it, suddenly thought of something, rummaged through the bag, and took out a sprig of spirit grass.

Shen Bubu frowned suddenly, "Dad, throw it away!"

Shen Liuxiang was taken aback.

This spiritual herb was purple in color, and it was picked from Ning Runxin's cave that day. He felt that something was wrong at that time, so he picked a plant and put it in the storage bag. Only now did he think of checking it.

"Is there something wrong with this grass?"

Shen Bubu sniffed: "This is the purple god grass, which is used to improve the cultivation level by any means. Although it can help breakthroughs, it will cause damage to the spiritual veins. In the long run, it will completely cut off the chance to enter the Mahayana realm. "

Shen Liuxiang was startled, and heard that every flower and tree in Ning Runxin's cave were carefully selected by Taoist Jianzhen.

He knows the danger of the purple god grass, if he knew, wouldn't it be...

Shen Liuxiang was furrowing his brows in deep thought when the aura around him suddenly tightened.

On the empty chair beside the tea table, a man quietly appeared, pouring a cup of tea by himself, with a gloomy look on his brows.

The silent coercion spread out.

The spirit grass in Shen Liuxiang's hand fell to the ground unknowingly.

When he woke up again, looking at a completely unfamiliar place, he had a splitting headache, and whispers echoed in his mind over and over again.

"You are Zhong Qing's beloved disciple, and I don't want to hurt you. I will give you a chance and tell me where your master is."

"He was so cruel to me, but he couldn't let you go. He must have revealed to you where he is."

"As long as I am in this world, I will find him everywhere."

"Tell me if you don't want to die!"

Shen Liuxiang felt a hand grabbing his neck and tightening it so hard that he couldn't even breathe.

When he was about to suffocate, he was released again.

Yu Fusheng's long hair was scattered, and the jade crown with his hair fell at his feet, and it was broken into two halves. The surroundings were filled with cold and black air, and there was a ferocious look between his brows. The whole person looked like a ghost in hell.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the young man panting heavily on the ground, with a cold arc on his lips.

"You haven't answered all the time, and I'm not polite anymore."

Yu Fusheng knelt down slowly, pinched the tactic with his fingers, and said to himself: "Zhong Qing, you can see clearly, your disciple forced me, and he didn't tell me your whereabouts, so I had no choice but to use the soul search technique. You shouldn't blame me."

"However, it's okay to blame me, come out and kill me."

With a cold hand on his forehead, Shen Liuxiang was shocked, his pupils shrank slightly.

It hurts——! ! !

It wasn't the pain in the body, but the soul, as if a sharp knife was scraping, trying to cut off his soul inch by inch and strip it from his body.

The pain was so extreme that Shen Liuxiang's consciousness began to collapse, his fingertips subconsciously pierced the skin, and ruthlessly dug the flesh on his arm, subconsciously wanting to use this to divert a little bit of pain from his soul.

Seeing this, Yu Fusheng seemed to find it very interesting, and threw him a dagger.

"Hold on, don't die before I finish checking your soul, Zhong Qing must have left a soul seal for you, and I will definitely find it."

Time passed slowly, and before he knew it, his body was covered with cuts and bruises, and his robe was stained with blood, all scratched by him with his fingernails and daggers.

But the torment on the soul continued, as if it would never end.

The sky was gray, and there was still some time before dawn.

Zhou Xuanlan returned to his residence, glanced at the brightly lit room, hesitated for a moment, stood at the door, and called out, "Master."

There was no response from the room,

Zhou Xuanlan lowered his eyes, resting his fingers on the door.

I deliberately came back late, hoping to wait for the master to calm down, but in the end I still ignored him.

He didn't tighten his fingertips, and wanted to turn around and leave, but he was a little unwilling, so he called again, but there was still no movement in the room.

Zhou Xuanlan frowned, pushed the door open and entered.

There was no figure of Master in the room, only Shen Bubu fell on the ground and passed out.

Beside him, there is a half-folded spirit grass.

Zhou Xuanlan picked it up, his eyes fell on it, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

On the leaves exuding white luster, there is a crooked character, which seems to be carved with nails in extreme panic.

A word for 'jade'.

The corners of Zhou Xuanlan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he rushed out the door.

Tonight, there was an attack led by the Demon Lord, and then the Sword Lord broke through to the realm of transforming gods. Major incidents followed one after another, and finally subsided. The disciples of the Sword Sect are still busy registering the situation of the disciples of each sect and sect to see if there is any damage .

Ye Shi was in charge of Qingling. He had just arrived at his residence when a figure passed by him like a gust of wind.

He decided to see who it was, and quickly chased after him, "Don't go, wait until I finish counting the number of people, okay?"

The person in front suddenly stopped and turned back. Ye Shi looked at the boy's frosty face, and his heart skipped a beat, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Xuanlan picked up his skirt and asked coldly, "Where is Yu Fusheng's cave?"

Ye Shi blurted out: "How can you call Master by his name directly?"

"I ask you where he is!!!"

Ye Shi was taken aback by the yelling, the eyes of the young man in front of him were bloodshot, his slender hands trembled uncontrollably, as if he was desperately trying to contain the killing intent in his heart.

At the same time, Ye Shi, a cultivator at the Golden Core stage, suddenly became timid.

"Come with me," he said, "By the way, tell me what's going on. Aren't you Shen Xianjun's disciple? Why don't you ask your master if you have anything to do?"

After a while, the two came to the foot of a tall and straight mountain.

"Master's cave is on this peak," Ye Shi frowned after hearing the engraving of the spirit grass, "Maybe it's a misunderstanding, Master has no reason to hurt Shen Xianjun, please calm down first."

Zhou Xuanlan broke into the peak without saying a word.

Ye Shi hastily stopped him, "Senior brothers and sisters are guarding here, let me know earlier!"

At this time, dozens of Jianzong disciples with long swords on their backs appeared in front of them, and the leading young man said coldly, "What's the matter?"

Ye Shi leaned over to salute, and was about to explain, when Zhou Xuanlan shot directly beside him, blasting a path in front of him.

"Bold! Dare to make a mistake in front of the master's cave!" Everyone immediately drew their swords and attacked Zhou Xuanlan.

Ye Shi was sweating profusely, seeing that the situation was like this, it was difficult to end well, he gritted his teeth, and decided to help him stop one or two.

Fuck it, I'll be expelled from the sect at worst!

"Hurry up and save Shen Liuliu! Don't let anything happen!"

Zhou Xuanlan threw away the man, blinked to the entrance of the cave, and the peak guard disciples were furious when they saw this, and immediately chased after him.

Ye Shi was injured a little and was a few steps slower than everyone else.

When they arrived, there was a dead silence in the cave, and the peak guard disciples seemed to be frozen, with incredible and terrified expressions on their faces.

The smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose, and Ye Shi felt an ominous feeling in his heart.

hurried to the front.

Into the eyes, Shen Liuxiang's black hair was disheveled, and he fell in a pool of blood.

He was still holding a dagger in his hand, and half of the blade was embedded in his bloody wrist.

The person standing next to him, with disheveled hair, looked like a ghost, held Shen Liuxiang's forehead with one hand, and kept saying: "I will definitely find it... I will definitely find it... Zhong Qing, where is your soul seal!"

"Master, Shizu," someone called tremblingly.

Yu Fusheng's face changed, and he shouted like a madman: "No one can stop me!"

He slapped everyone with a bang.

Afterwards, Yu Fusheng looked at Zhou Xuanlan who was approaching: "Are you also here to prevent me from looking for Zhong Qing?"

There was a moment of silence all around, Zhou Xuanlan raised his eyes, and a bloodthirsty sneer appeared on the corner of his lips.

"I'm here to kill you."

The thousand-year-old cave collapsed suddenly, and a frightening aura of monsters spread out. When the dawn was approaching, it brought the power of the ancient prehistoric era, enough to destroy the world.

The world is in turmoil, and the situation is changing.

Shen Liuxiang only had a little residual consciousness, and felt that someone was hugging him, tightly and forcefully, as if wanting him to rub into his bones.

The man's voice was hoarse and trembling, "Master, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Shen Liuxiang moved his fingertips slightly, slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly a soft call came from his ear, "Junior brother."

He was stunned for a moment, then sat up, the sea of ​​consciousness felt like it was about to split open.

"Don't move, just concentrate and rest for a while." Ling Ye sat on the edge of the bed and raised his hand to support him.

After a long time, the pain gradually dissipated. Shen Liuxiang breathed a sigh of relief and opened his mouth, only to find that his voice was hoarse and he could hardly speak.

He asked hoarsely, "Where's Zhou Xuanlan?"

Ling Ye was silent for a moment: "In Jianzong's demon prison."

Shen Liuxiang was stunned.

Fuyao Prison, as mentioned in the original book, Jianzong imprisoned evil spirits, why should Zhou Xuanlan be imprisoned? !

His face was slightly pale, and he got out of bed in a hurry, but was held down by Ling Ye, "Calm down, listen to me."

As if to comfort him, he rubbed Shen Liuxiang's black hair, and said slowly: "He seriously injured Taoist Jianzhen."

"He did it to save me!" Shen Liuhang grabbed Lord Ling's sleeve with his fingers, "Senior brother misunderstood, you all misunderstood, Yu Fusheng took me to his cave, and used the soul search technique on me in order to find the whereabouts of the master!"

Ling Ye's eyes turned cold: "What did you say?!"

As soon as he grasped Shen Liuxiang's wrist, he penetrated into it with gentle spiritual power, wanting to find out what was going on in his body.

"Everything I said is true," Shen Liuxiang got out of bed anxiously, "It's a misunderstanding, I'll explain it and let the Jianzong people release Zhou Xuanlan."

"Wait," Ling Ye grabbed him and didn't let go, "It's useless."

Shen Liuxiang frowned: "What do you mean?"

Ling Ye said calmly: "No one will believe it, or why he shot Jianzhen, these are not important."

Shen Liuxiang was stunned.

Ling Ye's eyes became colder, and he paused every word: "Zhou Xuanlan also killed a disciple of the Sword Sect, and most importantly... he is a demon."

There was a rumble in Shen Liuxiang's mind, and a huge wave was set off in his heart.

Walking from the residence to the demon prison, all the sword sect disciples wore white satin on their swords, with solemn expressions.

Shen Liuxiang lowered his eyes, recalling what Ling Ye had said to him earlier in his mind.

The outside world now concludes that Zhou Xuanlan, a member of the demon clan, hid himself for so long and finally couldn't restrain his bloodthirsty demon nature. He killed the disciple of Jianzong and seriously injured Taoist Jianzhen.

It was pitch black inside the demon-subduing prison, only when the door was opened was light penetrated.

Shen Liuxiang never imagined that one day he would see Zhou Xuanlan pierced through his shoulder bones by black iron chains and chained in a dark prison that would never see the sky and the earth.

The young man was in a state of embarrassment at this moment, kneeling on the cold and hard ground, with disheveled black hair, tattered robes, stained with blood, and his exposed flesh was covered with scars.

Hearing footsteps, there was no movement at all.

Like a dead thing.

Until I heard someone dissuade: "Xianjun, this is a fierce beast, you must not get close to it."

Zhou Xuanlan was stunned for a moment, raised his dark and deep eyes, his eyes fell on Shen Liuxiang, his lips moved slightly, "Master."

An imperceptible breath.

Shen Liu paused, clenched his fingertips tightly, his palms gradually turned red.

He pulled up the corners of his lips, chuckled, squatted in front of Zhou Xuanlan, raised his sleeves and helped him wipe his blood-stained face.

Zhou Xuanlan was slightly stunned, looking at him cautiously, "Master, aren't you afraid of me? I'm a monster, and they call me a beast."

Shen Liuxiang: "I already knew."

Zhou Xuanlan opened his eyes slightly, with an incredulous expression on his face, and immediately saw Shen Liuxiang curling his lips towards him, with the tails of his eyes slightly raised.

"Aren't you a goblin?"

Zhou Xuanlan choked in his throat: "...Master."

Shen Liuxiang looked around, if the door was closed, the place would be pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers.

He asked, "Are you afraid of the dark?"

Zhou Xuanlan didn't understand why, so he shook his head.

Shen Liuxiang was relieved, and whispered in his ear, "Then you wait here for me obediently, and I will rescue you out."

Zhou Xuanlan said dumbly: "Master, don't waste your efforts."

Even if he lost all his cultivation, Jianzong still had the highest supervision over him. Everyone believed that he was the one who became so demonic that he killed those disciples of Jianzong.

However, even if there were no such crimes, those people would not let him go.

A young monster can seriously injure Mahayana monks, and no one will not understand how big a threat it is to the cultivation world.

Only when he dies can everyone feel at ease.

Zhou Xuanlan could see clearly, accepted the sudden identity of a monster, and could turn a blind eye to all fear and malice from the outside world.

Only care about his master.

Would she hate him just because of this, or would she also believe that he was the one who became a monster and killed innocent people indiscriminately?

So, with an anxious expression on his face, he asked, "Master, do you believe me? I didn't kill those disciples."

Shen Liuxiang was taken aback for a moment, then his fingertips landed on his forehead, and he flicked vigorously, his voice trembling slightly.

"Fool."

Shen Bubu waited for a long time, finally waited for his father to come, and hurriedly jumped on it.

Shen Liuxiang picked him up skillfully and put him on the table, "I won't be able to take care of you from now on, you follow the team leader back to Ginseng Mountain."

What ferocious beast must die, he has the final say on whether his apprentice should live or die.

Shen Bubu grabbed his hand and shook his head vigorously: "Father, the team leader grandpa told me that there are disciples guarding the third floor and the outer three floors of Jianzong Fuyao Prison. It is impossible for you to secretly rescue big brother."

Shen Liuxiang said nothing.

It is naturally impossible to rescue people quietly, and there are at least five or six people watching his movements from the dark.

To save Zhou Xuanlan, he had to force his way.

Seeing that he was silent, Shen Bubu said anxiously: "Father who can't do it, even if you save big brother from the demon prison, a group of people from Jianzong will stop you, even if you pass through Jianzong, a group of people from the cultivation world will stop you , It is impossible to save big brother!"

After he finished speaking, the door suddenly opened, and Ling Ye walked in.

Shen Liuxiang poured a cup of tea and didn't look at him, just asked: "Did senior brother stop me?"

"Yes." Ling Ye said calmly, "He is still young, and he already has the ability to fight against Mahayana monks, and he will become a great enemy in the future."

Shen Liuxiang picked up the teacup, took a sip, and found that it was a cup of cold tea, "He has lost all his cultivation and is defenseless."

Ling Ye: "There are only two words that the world seeks - peace of mind."

Shen Liuxiang twirled his fingertips lightly, and poured all the remaining cold tea on the ground.

He raised his phoenix eyes, his eyes were cold, "I only ask for two words - his peace."