The devil is below, I am the master

"Assemble! Hurry up! Hurry up!"

The Immortal Court under the command of Dark Moon Palace is in a mess at the moment.

A group of subordinates were divided into several batches and sent out, and the courtyard was full of noise and footsteps.

He Ming had previously gone to Tianlanju for business, but when he returned to Dark Moon Palace immediately, he found that the direction of the Inner Court Book Pavilion was full of evil spirits.

He is the chief person in charge of the Immortal Courtyard, so he is naturally duty-bound at this time, so he quickly stepped into the Dark Moon Palace, ready to transfer people.

He Ming led the team to Shuge.

As expected, the Book Pavilion at this moment has been completely infiltrated with demonic energy.

It's just that this devilish energy doesn't seem to be pure, and the whole bookstore is filled with black mist, which looks particularly terrifying.

"Master Heming, this...?" The subordinate next to him was also shocked and asked hastily.

He Ming raised his hand to stop the other party, he knew what the other party wanted to ask.

It's just that he can't fully grasp the situation now, just now when the incident happened suddenly, he also had time to look for it, my lord, so he had no choice but to lead the team here first.

"Go in and be careful." He had warned in advance before leading the team into the Book Pavilion.

The inside of the bookstore is also covered with thick black mist at this moment, and what you see in front of you is not clear.

He Ming felt a strong sense of oppression.

The source of this sense of oppression...?

It can't be Zhimo.

Shuxian's apprentice is not good at such overbearing spells, and it is impossible to bring about such a shocking change.

However, after walking not far, Heming saw Zhimo who was unconscious.

There was a half-open picture scroll in his hand.

He looked down and saw a man in white playing the piano on the painting.

Without waiting for him to react, a sharp wind blade suddenly swept in front of him, He Ming raised his hand and raised his whip almost like a conditioned reflex, and barely blocked the wind blade.

After He Ming swung his whip, he raised his eyes and saw the person surrounded by the black mist.

——Bai Zhe.

"It's you." He Ming frowned and said to him.

Bai Zhe was once arrested by the Immortal Court before.

Bai Zhe in front of him lowered his head slightly, and when he raised his head, those bright red eyes shot over.

This glance is the momentum of thunder.

He Ming quietly clenched the long whip in his hand, a drop of cold sweat slipped down his forehead.

He thought it was going to be a tough fight.

However, unexpectedly, the opponent did not choose to fight him.

Bai Zhe's figure swayed slightly in the black mist, then he leaned over slightly, and covered half of his face with his palm, as if something was being suppressed with difficulty.

The black mist gradually became thinner.

He Ming realized that Bai Zhe's body was absorbing the black mist.

"What are you doing?!" The subordinates beside him were shocked and couldn't help asking.

He Ming didn't have time to blame his subordinates for acting rashly, so he heard Bai Zhe on the opposite side speak slowly——

"...Aren't you going to arrest me? Hurry up."

His expression was unbelievably indifferent.

He didn't know how long he could control the black mist.

That thing in the body is always around the corner.

Now his body is almost in a state of ice and fire.

The two forces collided fiercely in his body, and neither one was willing to bow his head first.

Yes.

The power of the first generation Demon Lord and the power of Tianyuan Seal, the Lord of the Immortal World, which one will be the first to bow to the other?

Naturally not.

The development of things was indeed unexpected.

If he leaves here now, of course it can be done.Just kill all the guys from the Immortal Court here.

What a breeze.

but……

The moment he had this thought, he suddenly realized——

He is no longer the solitary and unscrupulous Bai Zhe back then.

He has a place to belong to, named Yue Lao Pavilion.

There is also a person who can miss him, named——

Warm dye.

……

It has been several hours since the eruption of the magic energy in the Book Pavilion.

The sky gradually darkened.

The fairy court also ushered in the expected moonlit night.

The atmosphere in the dungeon is bleak and creepy.

There are traces of punishment and interrogation everywhere, and some cells are empty, leaving only a puddle of long-drawn black blood, and it is unknown when it was left.

Wen Ran huddled in the corner of the cell, sitting quietly.

It's not the first time I've come in anyway.

I hugged my arm, it was a bit colder than last time.

Occasionally, when someone passed by outside the cell, Wen Ran hurriedly poked his head outside and shouted something.

It's a pity that no one paid attention.

"..." Wen Ran lowered her head in frustration.

He just wanted to know how Bai Zhe was doing.

It happened so suddenly.

He was taken away by Heming and locked up here before he could figure out what happened.

During the period of sitting and waiting here, he thought a lot, and probably completed what happened.

But he doesn't understand.

Bai Zhe was clearly wearing the Wuhui bracelet, which was a relic of his parents, why did he suddenly burst out with demon energy?

What caused his devilish energy to surge?

Thinking of this, Wen Ran suddenly panicked.

He may have been too careless.

Didn't you have signs when you were in the academy?

A college student whose throat was pierced by a paintbrush and who went crazy.

The weird scroll that Wen Wu couldn't wait to send away.

In the painting, he is a traitor of immortality who is both good and evil.

Going back to the academy to visit the paper figurine that turned into ashes...

All these piles are suddenly connected in series.

But the more he thought about it, the more he felt a headache, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

what is going on actually?

He seemed caught in a huge net.

This net is confusing.

But he was firmly trapped.

Wen Ran hugged her knees and buried her face in her knees.

He was really worried about Bai Zhe...

After being quiet for a long time, the door of the cell was finally opened by someone.

Wen Ran immediately raised her head and looked at the person coming.

Unexpectedly, the person who came in was not Heming, not Uzuki, and it seemed that he was not anyone he knew.

The other party was wearing a half black mask, but she looked like a graceful woman.

"Who are you?" Wen Ran secretly became wary.

He has never seen this woman before, so she cannot be a subordinate of Dark Moon Palace.

The subordinates of Dark Moon Palace...he has seen all of them.

Thinking of this, even Wen Ran herself was taken aback by herself.

How did he have such confidence?

Because he followed Yan Fei all the year round, people in Dark Moon Palace basically regarded him as a member of the Divine Fire Palace.

Although he has been in and out of the Dark Moon Palace many times, he is not very familiar with him.

Before Wen Ran could figure it out, she said to Convenience: "It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is that I'm here to interrogate you."

The woman's voice is quite soft and charming, which is carried in her bones.

Just listening to the voice, it seems that the mood is still a little excited.

"You are not from the Dark Moon Palace at all, why should you interrogate me?" Wen Ran immediately replied, "Where is Uzuki?"

If he must be interrogated because of the demonic energy, then Uzuki or Heming should come in person, not this weird woman who came out of nowhere.

But the woman in the mask laughed a few times, even through the mask, the voice was still clear.

"I was personally sent by the adults..."

Wen Ran felt more and more that the masked woman was weird, so she couldn't help but took a step back.

The masked woman took another step forward.

"Are you afraid?" She asked, "Be patient, it will pass soon."

After that, she took out a set of silver needles from her body.

A row of silver needles were neatly placed in the cloth cover, each of which was nearly three inches long, far exceeding ordinary needles.

The masked girl became more and more excited, and picked out a silver needle with her fingers.

"Want to taste it?"

Wen Ran forgot to breathe for a moment, just staring at the other party who was slowly approaching.

"You are forcing a confession."

"Extorting a confession?" The voice of the masked woman became softer, "That's right, then I'll ask you a question before I start——Who is your apprentice Bai Zhe?"

Wen Ran's back was tightly pressed against the cold wall, and there was no way out, but the masked woman was already close.

He could only reply: "Don't you already know? He is my apprentice."

"Hehehe, I knew you wouldn't tell the truth. Look, why should I bother to ask you again?" The masked woman seemed to have known this situation a long time ago, and shot the long needle in her hand instantly.

Wen Ran didn't have time to react, only felt a sharp pain on his wrist.

A long needle was pierced into the skin impressively.

The masked girl struck very quickly, and the long needle was pulled out/out quickly.

Wen Ran covered her wrist, but the expression on her face became uncontrollable due to the sudden severe pain.

"I said he is my apprentice, he has no messy identity, I only know so much." Wen Ran realized that the other party was coming for Bai Zhe, not him.

Then what he has to do is to protect Bai Zhe.

It's not that he didn't suspect that Bai Zhe would have problems, it was a long time ago, but he has eyes and a heart, he can tell if Bai Zhe is good, and he also believes in the Emperor of Heaven.

If Bai Zhe really had problems, the Heavenly Emperor would not help them, let alone make Bai Zhe his apprentice.

The masked girl didn't seem annoyed when she couldn't get anything out of the question, but looked forward to it, "If that's the case, don't blame me for being cruel. After all..."

"Your pain is my greatest joy."

The author has something to say: In fact, Wen Ran has seen this _(:з」∠)_ of Madam Rong, thank you for your silent support~