After the demon king failed to beg for death

This is the first person who dared to put his arms around his waist so directly.

He almost slapped it down with his palm, but thinking about his current cultivation, he held back for life.

Ling Chen didn't have any good intentions at all, and he fell into that group of people with Fu Ling.

The giant python was still flying its tail all over the sky.

Many of the remaining people turned out to be disciples wearing the clothes of Tianhuo Pavilion.

Moreover, Fu Ling found that even if someone wanted to run away, Ling Chen would drive them into the circle without any intention of letting them go.

Fu Ling: ...

This is undoubtedly a narrow-minded, extremely vindictive kind.

Ling Chen would not bring Fu Ling here for no reason, he had a purpose, to attract the eyes of the Xuantian Sect.

The Xuantian Sect disciple who had already escaped from the circle saw Ling Chen holding Fu Ling in one hand, and couldn't help exclaiming: "Isn't this the outer disciple of our sect?"

"He is still alive..."

"Why are these two people together?"

"Could it be that the death of the young master in Tianhuo Pavilion really has something to do with Luo Xuan?"

Ling Chen wanted to drag the hatred of Tianhuo Pavilion to Xuantianzong and let them engage in civil war.

Fu Ling looked at the giant python that was almost biting him, and suggested sincerely: "Should we really not change places? Your goal has been achieved."

Ling Chen glanced at him as if he didn't know anything, and quickly moved away.

At that moment, Fu Ling was convinced that this kid was laughing at him.

Ling Chen just took Fu Ling and slipped around in front of all the disciples of the sect. After confirming that someone recognized him, he put him back where he was.

Master Mozun, who came back from the dead, experienced a trapeze game for free.

Then it was ruthlessly abandoned.

After Ling Chen threw him away, he flew back to the distance again. On the current battlefield, the people in Tianhuo Pavilion had already been overwhelmed.

Immortal and disabled.

Everyone watched from a distance, but no one stepped forward to help.

At this time, Ling Chen soared into the sky, and a simple and thick black sword pierced through the air and hit the snake's back.

The hilt of the sword was neither crooked nor slanted, just hit the snake's seven inches.

I don't know what Ling Chen used this time. He was still arrogant, but the big snake flying in the air just fell straight down, stirring up a cloud of dust.

It can be said to be effortless.

Everyone who was still saying that Ling Chen was only at the Golden Core Stage: ...

All the disciples clamoring to arrest Ling Chen and bring him back to Tianhuo Pavilion: ...

Dare not dare, say goodbye!

Everyone fled in despair, and began to speculate on Ling Chen's identity.

Why have I never heard of such a character inside the sect, is it a Sanxian?

But no matter whether they are separated or not, they are all the ones who have sinned against Ling Chen. It is better for them to resolve the grievances between him and Tianhuo Pavilion by themselves, and there is Xuantianzong involved in it, so it is really difficult for others to intervene.

All the sect disciples who could leave have left.

Their purpose is to hunt for treasures and find out the sect disciples to get out of the secret realm safely, and they don't want to get involved in sect disputes.

Xuantianzong's disciple looked at Fu Ling with a hesitant expression.

In the end, without saying a word, he left him and left.

Xuantianzong didn't want to be an enemy of Tianhuo Pavilion.

Fu Ling watched coldly, not surprised by their decision.

Ever since he was pushed out to explore the way, he knew what kind of virtue Xuantianzong was.

And the disabled people in Tianhuo Pavilion looked at Ling Chen who was getting closer and closer in horror.

"What are you doing? Don't think that you can get away with it."

"When we leave the secret realm and tell our ancestors, you will be finished."

"Leave your name again."

Fu Ling shook his head and approached.

"Idiot, if I were you, I should beg for mercy and save my life."

As long as you can get out of this secret realm alive, you will have a chance of revenge.

The disciples of Tianhuo Pavilion are used to being arrogant, they never thought of begging for mercy, and the first thing they did when something happened was to move out their ancestors.

But this is in a secret realm. There are no ancestors in the secret realm, and no one will come to rescue them.

The disciple of Tianhuo Pavilion snorted: "Not only him, you Xuantian Sect can't escape either."

Stupid, so stupid.

Fu Ling walked closer and looked down at the disabled people who were almost paralyzed on the ground: "In this case, I can't let you go out."

As he spoke, he pulled out the dagger that had been following him.

"What do you want... what do you want?"

Fu Ling looked at this group of people with pity, and hooked the corners of his mouth.

"What are you doing? Of course it's never going to happen again."

Killing without blinking an eye, he has always been good at it.

Hands up and down, without hesitation.

Before he came in, he had heard about the style of Tianhuo Pavilion, bullying others with power, and robbing others in the street are all trivial.

What kind of good person would be able to join the Skyfire Pavilion.

Fu Ling believed that if he fell into the hands of these people, his end would definitely be much more miserable than this.

And this group of people were all stained with snake venom, the venom would spread all over the body, and finally all the skin would fester and fall off, life would be worse than death, this could be regarded as a great favor to them, avoiding pain.

Fu Ling tore off a corner of his clothes to wipe off the poisonous blood on the dagger, and put the dagger away.

Turning around, he found that Ling Chen, who was concluding the master-servant contract, was actually looking at him.

Fu Ling walked over: "What are you looking at? Thanks to you, I am now a grasshopper on the same line as you."

After leaving this small secret realm, the people of Tianhuo Pavilion will never let him go.

Ling Chen and the others didn't dare to provoke him, he was the only one who could target him.

This double-headed python is really too huge, just standing like this, the snake's head is as high as Fu Ling's waist.

Ling Chen took a drop of fingertip blood, wrapped it with spiritual power, and melted into the forehead of the snake head.

This master-servant contract is extremely unfair to spirit beasts.

But the realm of comprehension was originally a place where the weak preyed on the strong. If Fu Ling hadn't been lucky, he would have died in the belly of a snake long ago.

So he watched coldly, not only did he not feel that Ling Chen's actions were cruel, he even couldn't help admiring them.

"Your thinking is not the same as that of ordinary people."

Others just want to escape, but he just wants to subdue him.

After Ling Chen absorbed the blood from his fingertips, he pressed his hand on the snake's head, and reddish light radiated from his palm.

The master-servant contract was so compulsively signed.

During the signing period, Giant Python struggled twice, but was unable to defeat Ling Chen's suppression, and finally gave in.

The contract is completed.

Fu Ling looked at his black face, and couldn't help asking: "You have such a powerful contracted beast, why do you still have a straight face?"

It is clearly written that all living things should not come close.

Although normally Fu Ling himself was unsmiling and expressionless, but whenever he met Ling Chen, he was talkative and couldn't help but tease him more.

It's probably boring for so many years. When I meet someone who is interested for the first time, I can't help but want to know more.

Maybe one day when I understand it thoroughly, I will lose interest.

Ling Chen patted the giant python's head, as if the forbidden curse had been lifted, the snake raised its head suddenly, its neck was raised high, and Fu Ling had to look up to see him in an instant.

In the master-servant contract, the master can communicate with the beast, but no one else can perceive it.

The giant python was no longer as ferocious as it was when we first saw it. Instead, it lowered its head and rubbed Ling Chen's shoulder flatteringly, before being slapped away by him.

One person and one snake didn't know what they were communicating, and then Ling Chen grabbed Fu Ling's arm, brought him onto the snake's body, put him on top of the head, and stood on the other head.

Fu Ling staggered twice and stabilized his body.

He simply sat down cross-legged, but a little listless.

Really hungry.

At this moment, a dark object fell from the sky and landed in his arms, carrying a scent.

Fu Ling took a closer look, and it was the wolf meat that this man put away after he roasted it that night, and it was still hot.

From this point of view, this young man is still a duplicity guy.

His face looks like he needs to be beaten, but his hands are still very gentle.

After Fu Ling thought this way, Ling Chen's cold voice came from the next door: "I have already returned the things to you."

Just as Fu Ling bit off a piece of meat, he was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and turned to look at him.

What does it mean?Could it be that the meat was returned to him, so the medicine should be exchanged for it?

How to change this, skin and bone?

Probably because Fu Ling's gaze was too burning, Ling Chen turned his head: "What are you looking at?"

Fu Ling hesitated for a few seconds: "Are you asking me to clean up with you? But I can't return the medicine."

After all, half of it was used, and he didn't want to give the rest.

It's that rascal.

Ling Chen said angrily, "You don't need to pay it back, just stop pestering me after leaving the secret realm."

Although Fu Ling was extremely hungry, he seemed to be eating meat in a rather orderly manner. It didn't look like he was eating simple barbecue, but some delicacies from mountains and seas.

His body is inherently beautiful, coupled with his original temperament, this picture is actually indescribably beautiful.

But Ling Chen just took a look, then turned his face away, looking at him is no different from looking at the air.

Fu Ling didn't say unhurriedly until he finished eating and wiped his mouth clean: "You took me around in front of the Tianhuo Pavilion and brought me trouble, and Xuantianzong is full of wimps. Will you brazenly confront Tianhuo Pavilion for me, an outsider disciple, are you telling me this now, crossing the river and tearing down the bridge?"

Ling Chen's expression did not change, he was as ruthless as a statue, and did not respond to what Fu Ling said.

Fu Ling probably understood this person's temperament a little bit, and didn't expect him to answer. He just sat on the snake's head and enjoyed this luxury car without walking.

The wind blew past Fu Ling's ear, and the hair tie that was not neatly tied up suddenly came loose.

The long black hair spread over his back in an instant, fluttering against the wind.

The light blue hairband just floated in front of Ling Chen with the wind, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab the hairband, and turned to look at Fu Ling.

Fu Ling no longer crossed his legs as before, but bent one leg, propped his chin with his elbow, and looked into the distance with a somewhat distracted gaze.

Ling Chen was in a trance for a moment.

This person has exquisite facial features, fair skin, and flowing ink hair. It should be a very beautiful picture.

But this sitting posture has an indescribably familiar feeling.

Ling Chen looked at it for a while before realizing that this seemingly loose but actually defensive sitting posture was too similar to his usual appearance.

He developed this habit by licking blood on the tip of a knife, but how could this young man be so guarded because he was only about seventeen or eighteen.

Thinking this way, Ling Chen jumped into the air and leaped directly to Fu Ling's side.

At that moment, the boy's sitting posture changed, as if he was going to shoot at him in the next second.

But in fact, nothing happened.

Fu Ling just stretched and looked at him intently.

"Are you here to ask for medicine?"

Ling Chen pursed his lips and stretched out his hand.

In the palm of his hand was Fu Ling's hairband.

Fu Ling looked at this, only to realize the purpose of his coming, but he didn't reach out to take it, but turned around, and put his fragile back in front of Ling Chen without reservation.

"I'm most annoyed by tying my hair, can I trouble you to do me a favor."

This tone was so natural that Ling Chen was stunned, his eyes passed the man in front of him, and he saw the tall figure in a daze.

"I don't like to tie my hair the most in my life, it's too annoying."