Master, love me again!

Qu Lingsha never expected that Zhuo Junchen would turn against her at this time when she offered to help her.She admitted that she was not selfish, but Zhuo Junchen's reaction made her so angry that her silver teeth were about to be crushed.

For some high-level monks, their bodies are more beneficial weapons than their natal spiritual weapons.At this moment, Zhuo Junchen's long sword was nowhere to be found, he only carried the thunder and fire spiritual power in his palm, and slapped it towards Qu Lingsha.There was a trace of black air lingering in the palm entwined with thunder and lightning, and the erosion of the heart demon flower had already made Zhuo Junchen's mood at this moment in a precarious state.

Naturally, Wei Shengming would not just watch Zhuo Junchen attack his most loyal subordinates. These days, he has already discovered the existence of the Heart Devil Flower, but the devil energy controlled by him has been entrenched in Zhuo Junchen's body for a long time. After a while, when the seeds germinated, he was able to absorb these demonic energy one step ahead of Zhuo Junchen and strengthen himself.That's why he kept silent all this time, just waiting for Zhuo Junchen to fall into the inner demon, no matter whether it was to generate more demon energy or Zhuo Junchen himself fell into madness, it would be of great benefit to him to seize the house. One harm.But now, the heart demon flower suddenly grew, exceeding Wei Shengming's expectation. Not only did he fail to control the violent demonic energy, but even the part that had been refined by him was crumbling.

Qu Lingsha has now figured out the details of the black-robed man, but in the mid-Yuanying period, her cultivation base has also been increasing over the years, and she thought it would be very easy to deal with this man, but now that Zhuo Junchen stepped in, but It's a lot of trouble.

"What are you doing!" Qu Lingsha shouted.

Zhuo Junchen didn't answer, but the blood in his eyes became more intense and coquettish.Qu Lingsha gritted her teeth. She had already suffered from Zhuo Junchen once, but she didn't expect to fall into such a situation again today.If it wasn't for the sake of His Majesty, who would be willing to deal with such a thing!

Qu Lingsha resentfully sacrificed a black formation plate, poured the spiritual fire backhand, and the dark and dull magic weapon suddenly spread, and the ground full of dead leaves suddenly sank, and it turned into a black bubble in a short time. swamp, in which there are countless skinny hand bones scratching out.

Zhuo Junchen was quite familiar with this magic weapon, it was the ghost hand quagmire that Qu Lingsha used to surround him and his master back then.

The ghostly whereabouts of the man in black jumped out of the swamp early, but Zhuo Junchen was not afraid at all. The violent aura around him made the clothes and hair on his body move without wind, and the wet and muddy swamp under his feet, Zhuo Junchen was still there. Before it sank, purple lightning lingered and poured into the quagmire along Zhuo Junchen's legs.

Qu Lingsha frowned. She noticed that the demonic energy in Zhuo Junchen's body was still rising, far exceeding the level that a monk who had just become demonic could bear.It's just that Zhuo Junchen in front of him had the potential to stir up thunder in the world, and he didn't look like he couldn't bear it at all.

Ten sessions with one force, the power of the inner demon can be great or small, no one would have thought that a small seed of the inner demon flower could draw out so much demonic resentment from Zhuo Junchen.Under the lightning, the ghost hand's movements froze for an instant, and the rancid swamp was pierced by lightning, turning it dry and charred.Zhuo Junchen was entwined with bright lightning power and lingering dark devil energy, and all he could see in Fengshu Ridge was a pair of cold and stern eyes.

The man in black was originally staying in the dark, hoping to sneak up on Zhuo Junchen at some point.Just seeing his current state, he secretly backed away.

Zhuo Junchen's eyes made Qu Lingsha's hairs stand on end, seeing the man in black who wanted to retreat out of the corner of her eyes, she sneered secretly in her heart, want to leave?It's not that easy!

Zhuo Junchen's move to deal with her has already rushed, Qu Lingsha did not retreat but advanced, facing Zhuo Junchen's palm.It's just that before Zhuo Junchen's palm was attached to Qu Lingsha's body, he saw the woman in red suddenly turned into several balls of spiritual fire.After missing a hit, Zhuo Junchen's eyes subconsciously followed the direction where the spirit fire was fleeing.

The man in black realized that he was being targeted, and felt a little bad in his heart. Except for Linghuo and Zhuo Junchen who followed one after another, his ears were so keen that he caught a voice, which was the voice of a summons.

The disciples of the Qinghua Immortal Sect who escaped just now probably have already notified the people in the sect.

Although Fengshu Ridge is remote, it is not too far from Cuiwei Lake. Not to mention other people, those two people who are in the stage of transformation may be able to come here immediately.

While the black-robed man was thinking, the spiritual fire had already pressed against him, and a cold sneer appeared on the lips under the hood. If so, let's meet you for a while.

Outside Maple Ridge, Lian Xinhong looked at the signal that had exploded and disappeared, and turned his head to look at the deep and dark Maple Ridge.When he fled through the forest, he had actually tried to send out many signals, but all of them were destroyed by those mysterious leaves.Now that the signal has been released, should he wait here, or help Junior Brother Zhuo first?

Lian Xinhong frowned, his brows twitched when he thought about the bloody words of "Let's go" by Junior Brother Cai Zhuo just now, and finally he went into the forest without any hesitation.

"Junior Brother Lian." Lian Xinhong was suddenly called out, the voice was very familiar to him, and the worry on his face turned into a smile unconsciously.

Lian Xinhong turned around, before he could say anything, his heart felt cold.Stretching out his hand to grab the blade, Lian Xinhong couldn't help but slowly half-kneeled on the ground, his eyes full of disbelief.The man just showed a cold smile and pulled out the sword.

Lian Xinhong, who fell on the ground, gushed blood from his throat, accompanied by a gurgling sound, and kept grabbing at the man with one hand.

The man stepped back half a step, seeing that Lian Xinhong's eyes gradually lost their luster, and his raised hands fell to the ground, then he nodded in satisfaction, he dropped the sword in his hand casually, and left without looking back.

The sharp palm wind blows towards the face, and the man in black is under the double siege of the spirit fire Zhuo Junchen, but the dignified high-ranking monk in the Nascent Soul stage seems stretched, and the cloth on his body is also slightly damaged.

Zhuo Junchen's goal was Qu Lingsha, but Linghuo was so treacherous that he could bring his offensive to the man in black.As he missed again and again, the devilish energy in Zhuo Junchen's body became stronger and stronger with his anger.

The heart in black felt that it was almost done, and Zhuo Junchen's next blow, drawn by Qu Lingsha, had arrived.Zhuo Junchen sneered when he saw the man in black taking a step forward.The devilish energy was divided into several strands by him, and they surrounded the man in black from various deadly places. Tears glistened in these strands of devilish energy, echoing each other, and the man in black could no longer escape.

In the shocking thunder, the man in black was torn into pieces by the seamless thunder. Apart from his exclamation, there was also the woman's cry of pain.

Qu Lingsha dodged and dodged in a spiritual fire posture, this time she was unprepared, but Zhuo Junchen killed two birds with one stone.

Looking at Zhuo Junchen with hatred, Qu Lingsha coughed up a mouthful of black blood, and her limbs became paralyzed for a while, unable to move.

Zhuo Junchen approached step by step, his eyes were cold, and there was no trace of warmth in his red eyes.

His steps stopped suddenly, and Qu Lingsha only heard Zhuo Junchen speak in another tone: "Zhuo Junchen, you dare to touch her!"

Zhuo Junchen's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a hint of evil that he had never seen before: "What am I not afraid of? What am I not afraid of."

Wei Shengming didn't speak anymore, only to see Zhuo Junchen's body tremble violently, and then suddenly raised his head to the sky and screamed.

The aura between the sky and the earth was swirling, and at some point the originally clear night sky was covered by dark clouds.There are faint thunder and lightning in the thick gray and black clouds.

Fu Yong, who came here with a few stewards, looked at the strange and unpredictable sky, with a serious expression on his face.Jiang Wuxin, who was following him, murmured, "Enchanted..."

"You guys go back first and take care of the other disciples. I only need to be here." Fu Yong ordered back.

The stewards showed hesitation, but Jiang Wuxin said with great determination: "The stewards can go back first, I want to go with Master."

Fu Yong frowned, but didn't say much, turned around and left, Jiang Wuxin consciously followed.After the remaining stewards looked at each other for a while, they all hurriedly turned back the way they came.

By the time Fuyong and Jiang Wuxin arrived at Fengshuling, most of the forest had been destroyed.Fu Yong stopped, and among the scorched black ashes, Zhuo Junchen half knelt in the mess, half lowered his head, and could only see his chest rising and falling greatly.

"Nephew Zhuo?" Fu Yong said, already holding a pure white jade ruyi in his hand, his whole body was full of defensive momentum.

He felt a little remorseful, but Tong Jiang Wuxin lost his temper in private, and Zhuo Junchen disappeared in a blink of an eye. I don't know what happened to the grand-nephew of Zhuo in front of him. Now he has signs of becoming a demon. , anything can happen.

Zhuo Junchen didn't answer, but still knelt down where he was, his hands could be seen trembling faintly.

Jiang Wuxin took a few steps forward, intentionally or unintentionally trying to protect Fu Yong, but was scolded by Fu Yong: "What are you doing at this time!"

He intended to protect Fuyong, but he forgot that Fuyong didn't know that he was the demon king of the demon clan.

Zhuo Junchen raised his head slowly, Fu Yong could only see a pair of blood red eyes clearly.But only for a moment, the blood red disappeared, and Fu Yong thought he was dazzled.

After a burst of wind, a white figure appeared between Fu Yong's master and apprentice and Zhuo Junchen.Shen Hanfeng held the sword behind his back, turned his back to Fu Yong, and stared at Zhuo Junchen without turning his eyes.

"Ah Chen?" In the darkness, he could only see Zhuo Junchen tilting his head slightly, but he didn't know what he was hiding, and there was only panic and dodge in his dark eyes.

Shen Hanfeng pursed his lips and stepped forward, but Zhuo Junchen suddenly stood up and looked at Shen Hanfeng: "Master, are you back?"

Shen Hanfeng ignored Zhuo Junchen's expression of wanting to downplay it, and asked in a harsh voice: "What happened!"