Master, love me again!

The red light faded away, and the playful expression was replaced by a gloomy look. Zhuo Junchen looked back at the plaque of Bieyueju, and left quickly.

He returned to his wing, spread out his right palm, and the Nether Whip fell into his palm.After returning from Taiyun Mountain, Zhuo Junchen found that his long whip had changed a little.At the handle carved into the shape of a dragon's head, there is a golden-red bead in the dragon's mouth that was originally empty.Now the black and silver long whip exudes black and purple magic light, which flickers on and off like a breath.

Since getting this whip, he and his master have encountered troubles one after another, and now Zhuo Junchen can clearly feel that his body is being manipulated by others - this whip is probably the cause!

"It seems that you are quite smart, but unfortunately you still guessed wrong." The voice said.At this moment, Zhuo Junchen clearly felt that the voice came from his dantian, and in his dantian, spiritual energy and devil energy were scattered and entangled, and it was impossible to see where the voice was hidden.

"I have always existed in your body since the day you were born. It is a pity that my primordial spirit has been consumed too much, and I just woke up from a deep sleep not long ago." The voice seemed to be hiding in the body of others Among them, there is nothing wrong with waiting for the opportunity to seize the house.

Zhuo Junchen was extremely sensitive: "Since the day you were born?"

"Haha, otherwise, how do you think that a cloud of unconscious devilish energy can survive in the body of an upright monk for so long?" The voice laughed loudly, "You are the container I specially created, if you didn't My primordial spirit is weak, and you shouldn't have used this body for so long in the past 19 years. Now that I wake up from a deep sleep, you should give me back this body." As he spoke, the voice still carried With a little charity, he said, "You are wise enough to give this body to me, because you have cultivated for many years and nourished the soul for me. When I rule the world in the future, I will allow you, Master, to live a life."

Ever since Zhuo Junchen consecrated his light, his spiritual power has increased along with the demon energy in his body.Although he is a mutated single spiritual root, he is far behind the cultivation speed of Zhan Baichuan and others, and this is the reason.

Zhuo Junchen sneered and said: "It's ridiculous, you are just a mass of demonic energy that doesn't even have a body, but you ordered me to hand over my body. When I am a three-year-old child, can you deceive me at will?"

Before the words fell, Zhuo Junchen felt a tingling pain in the sea of ​​consciousness, and quickly hugged Yuan Shouyi, and the shaken spiritual consciousness stabilized again.

The sneak attack failed, and the voice seemed a little disappointed: "I didn't expect you to be so alert about things that have nothing to do with your master. It's really boring."

Zhuo Junchen frowned: "How dare you mention my master!" He couldn't bear others to make fun of Shen Hanfeng.

The voice sneered and said: "It's just a cultivator at the stage of transforming gods, so there's nothing I dare not mention. My cultivation was almost over the kalpa, and it is Shen Hanfeng's blessing to treat him differently."

Almost crossing the catastrophe, there is a demon clan in the Mahayana period. The master explained Qu Lingsha's identity to him before, and Zhuo Junchen could only think of one person.

"You are Wei Shengming?" Zhuo Junchen frowned tightly.Although he is not familiar with the entanglement between immortals and demons, he is not even aware of the demon king who was suppressed many years ago.

The voice said arrogantly: "It is this seat, since you know my identity, I am willing to give up your body, so I should be grateful."

Zhuo Junchen's eyebrows turned cold: "If you really have the ability, try to erase my consciousness. See if it's you who is quick to seize the house, or I who is quick to kill myself." Looking for his heart, Zhuo Junchen naturally didn't want to die, It's just that both Du Heng and Shen Hanfeng were helpless with the demonic energy in his body. Instead of handing over this body to a demon clan, it's better for him to sever his heart first, so as not to discredit the lintel of the master.Thinking about the abnormal condition when the master healed him that day, I am afraid that Wei Shengming also did something to the master!

Wei Shengming sneered and said, "Smear the lintel? To your master, there is probably no difference between a traitor who has fallen into the devil's way and a traitor who deceives the master and destroys the ancestors. It is true that the heart is broken." The dead body is useless to me, but before you die, I will use your body to tell everyone on the mountain to know your thoughts on your master, but it is not too late." The cost of seizing the house is huge, but he wants to Controlling Zhuo Junchen's body was not too difficult.

Zhuo Junchen pursed his lips: "What do you want to do!"

Wei Shengming chuckled lightly, what are you doing?Naturally, he wanted to drag Zhuo Junchen into the devil's way, and one day use this physical body to make a comeback, stepping on the blood of his former enemy, and avenge his shame.It's just that these most secret thoughts in his heart are not allowed to be spoken out.

After a while, Wei Shengming said unhurriedly: "You don't need to worry about what I want to do. You should think about how to save your master."

Zhuo Junchen's heart skipped a beat: "What do you mean!"

Wei Shengming sneered and said: "Immersed in jealousy, I can't even tell that your master is seriously injured and his cultivation base is greatly damaged. Hehe, your liking is too superficial."

Zhuo Junchen said in a cold voice: "My uncle has rejuvenated with his wonderful hand, there is no illness in the world that he can't cure, so you don't need to worry about it like a monster."

Wei Shengming pointed out: "It's not a monster, but this seat is a demon king. Besides, if your uncle can cure everything well, why can't he deal with a cloud of demonic energy for many years?"

Zhuo Junchen's eyes darkened slightly, and he ignored Wei Shengming's provocation.Throwing the Nether Whip far away, Zhuo Junchen returned to the bed by himself, closed his eyes and meditated.

Wei Shengming refused to give up, and his voice continued to spread into Zhuo Junchen's sea of ​​consciousness: "Your master's injury is not an ordinary internal injury. His battle on Taiyun Mountain not only exhausted his efforts, but even transformed him into a god. The primordial spirit of the Yuanying stage is damaged. If the treatment is not good, let alone stagnate from then on, it is not impossible that one day the cultivation will be completely gone. At that time, his enemies will hear the news, and you say that you are only in the Nascent Soul stage. Uncle, how long can you protect him?"

Zhuo Junchen reminded himself not to trust Wei Shengming's words lightly, the master once said that the demons are extremely cunning and will do anything to achieve their goals.

Wei Shengming sensed his thoughts, and snorted coldly: "We demons don't have the hypocrisy of your so-called right way. Everything I said just now is true, if you don't believe it, you can verify it yourself."

Zhuo Junchen suppressed the worry in his heart, and asked in a cold voice: "Then what do you think of me?"

Seeing that he took the bait, Wei Shengming said: "Rely on others for your master's safety, don't you feel at ease? As a demon master, I practice the highest method of the demon race. Just follow what I taught It is not difficult to raise your cultivation level to the stage of transforming gods within a few years through cultivation of kung fu. Now that the vitality of the immortal way is seriously damaged, and there are not even a few monks in the stage of transforming gods, your master is naturally no longer a threat."

Zhuo Junchen's eyes dimmed: "Are you so kind?"

Wei Shengming said without concealing the slightest bit: "The further you practice, the more difficult it will be. Maybe your spiritual consciousness will be damaged when you go through a small catastrophe. At that time, I will take your body again. Once you There is no resentment in my heart, I will be quicker to win, and secondly, the cultivation level of this physical body is impressive, so I don't think I have any loss."

Hearing that it was the best of both worlds, in the final analysis, he just wanted to trick Zhuo Junchen into tempering a better body for him.

Zhuo Junchen was silent for a while and said: "It turns out that it is time to reach the stage of transformation. With your eagerness, if you have the chance to win, you will definitely not let me control the physical body for so long. It seems that after you reach the stage of transformation, you can Really use this body, so you say such a thing?"

Wei Shengming was silent for a long time before saying: "You are really too smart. Yes, my primordial spirit is too strong. Even if it is damaged now, it cannot be carried by the body of an ordinary monk. It is inevitable that the body will be corroded by the devil. I have to find a cultivator at the stage of transformation."

Zhuo Junchen was furious, no wonder Wei Shengming attacked Master.

"However, for monks in the transformation stage, spiritual knowledge should not be underestimated, otherwise you should call me Master now." Wei Shengming smiled.

Zhuo Junchen said indifferently: "Then you just wait slowly, I'm afraid that if you wait for a lifetime, when I am old, you may not be able to wait until the day when I cultivate to the stage of transformation."

"Oh?" Wei Shengming's voice was not worried, "Then have you ever thought that when you live, grow old, get old, get sick and die like ordinary people, and before you die, your master will still be as immortal as you are now, How do you deal with that part of your mind?" The conversation changed, and Wei Shengming's voice sneered, "Or you are as timid as a mouse, and you need me to help you once and speak your words for you."

Zhuo Junchen was silent, and after a while he said: "As long as I live, I will protect Master for a day. The matter between me and Master is not something that you, an outsider, can talk about." Whether to say it out loud, or to bury it forever In the bottom of my heart, it should not be decided by others.

This time, Wei Shengming didn't force it, but said provocatively: "One day, you will beg me to help you."

Then he fell silent, and Zhuo Junchen could no longer feel the fluctuation of Wei Shengming's spiritual consciousness.

Unintentionally continuing to practice, Zhuo Junchen looked at the Nether Whip that he dropped on the ground not far away.The demonic energy on the long whip had subsided, only the purple aura could be seen, and Zhuo Junchen's eyes dimmed.