After wearing the book, I became the vixen master of the villain boss

"Junior brother! You are so confused! He is a demon cultivator! He is no longer a member of the world of cultivating immortals, how did you bring him back?!"

Xiao Feng really hates iron for being weak now!

Yan Xiu pursed his lips, knowing that he was being unreasonable, but...

"I originally wanted to find a way to cleanse the demonic energy in his body, or hide on the Bamboo Sword Peak, as long as it doesn't disturb others and stay out of the world, but I didn't know that such a big thing would happen."

He also didn't expect that after thousands of years, Moxiu would suddenly launch a conspiracy like this.

Things have come to this, Xiao Feng is helpless, he looks at the guilt of Yan Xiuyu in front of him, thinks about that tuantuan, the few hairs on his head have lost a few more, he is anxious to death.

However, they haven't come up with any results yet, but after a few days, something happened to Murong Mo.

When Yan Xiuyu and Xiao Feng rushed to the dungeon, only broken iron chains were left, and the pool still had a strong smell of blood.

The law enforcement elder was wounded by Moxiu, stole the jade gate key from him, came to the cell and took Murongmo away.

Yan Xiuyu heard what the door guard disciple said, saying that a female cultivator came to open the door. When he looked over, he was knocked out. He didn't even see the woman's face, only she was wearing a gorgeous black dress.

Yan Xiuyu rubbed her forehead, watched Murong Mo disappear in Yujian Xianzong, and even the storage ring bound to him could not perceive his location, and her heart was filled with strong worries.

"There were no casualties this time. That female demon cultivator probably just wanted to rescue people, and didn't think of hurting them. Maybe that Murong Mo...is fine too." Xiao Feng paused, comforted Yan Xiuyu.

The elders who followed snorted coldly, "Not long after I was locked in the cell, a demon cultivator came to rescue him, saying that he had nothing to do with the demon clan, and the old man didn't believe it!"

"This Murong Mo looks the same as those demon cultivators, and he is clearly with them. Otherwise, why would they take the risk to come here to save people?!"

"Is it possible that the Immortal Venerable still wants to justify? If these loopholes are not possible, do you still need sophistry?! Murong Mo is an ungrateful villain! How..."

"enough!"

Yan Xiuyu endured it again and again, but in the end he couldn't bear it anymore. He looked coldly at the people in front of him who repeatedly sneered at Murong Mo, and said directly:

"Everyone, if you have evidence to prove that Murong Mo is in the same group as those demon cultivators, please show it. Otherwise, don't blame the deity for doing it!"

"Just talking nonsense without knowing right from wrong, everyone thinks that this deity has lost his temper?! Even if this Murong Mo is possessed by a demon, as long as he is not expelled from the peak gate for a day, he will be the deity's apprentice for a day! It is the deity's duty to defend him Where is the responsibility!"

His words were full of coercion, no one dared to face the anger of the transformation stage, even the current Xiao Cunhong was only in the golden core stage, and his body was trembling under his coercion .

Those elders also stopped talking one after another, but in their eyes they just dared not speak out.

Yan Xiuyu looked at them coldly, he didn't come here to reason, not to mention these elders were just making trouble for no reason!

Murong Mo was obviously seriously injured, how could he contact the demons to save him? !

If he could get in touch, he would have let those people cover him and leave under the leakage of demonic energy!

He glanced at those people, pursed his lips, and strode away after a long time.

The elders were speechless. Naturally, they knew that they could not completely offend the power of the transformation stage, so they kept their mouths shut.

Xiao Feng stroked his beard and finally sighed.

Others don't know that he understands his junior's heart and mind best. He seems cold and ruthless, but he is the most affectionate. Even though this Murong Mo is a demon cultivator, his junior still protects him like this.

The immortal who is usually aloof and dignified in the outside world, panicked when he met that person. Junior brother, he finally fell into it...

Yan Xiuyu returned to the bedroom, looked at the sleeping ball in the crib, thought of Murong Mo, could not help but droop her eyelashes, her jade bones were slightly broken, and her heart was filled with worry.

Under the devil's palace, in the abyss, lived a frightening devil. His eyes, which had been silent for thousands of years, opened, and countless snowstorms were sandwiched between his white hair and pale face.

The cold wind poured into the underground palace, the cage was locked in the dark depths, the poison spread all over the walls, and the hurricane rolled up a monstrous storm not far from the prison. In the depths of the vast demon palace, the most terrifying thing is not only here, but there is another mystery.

Murong Mo just opened his eyes, his pitch-black pupils were half-opened, and he knew almost instantly that he had left Yujian Xianzong, and a thick demonic energy lingered around him.

He stood up and looked up, and there were narrow corridors with no end in sight, and there was only an oil lamp with a faint light beside it.

In the pitch-black prison, the faint candle flames resembled the eyes of an animal that was ready to devour people all the time. Except for his breathing, there was no sound at all. It was terribly quiet, as if a giant beast would break through the night at any moment. Bite people to pieces.

Murong Mo frowned, with a dull expression, thinking about where he was, obviously before he passed out in the dungeon of Yujian Xianzong, and his cultivation was suppressed.

But here... is more depressing than that dungeon, the loneliness is magnified to silence, and Murong Mo's calmness and vigilance are also magnified countless times.

To be able to take him away from Yujian Xianzong, this person must have great supernatural powers, his heart is actually not as peaceful as it appears on the surface, and his stern face is covered with a layer of frost, which is terribly cold.

He tried to open the solid iron gate, but found that even if he was carrying a treasure and still cultivated, there was only a slight chance of finding one in a thousand miles, but it was difficult to get out of it unscathed.

While he was thinking, the cold silence was broken, and the frozen air began to flow.

The sound of light footsteps sounded, although it was low, it was magnified countless times in this deathly silence.

Murong Mo struggled slightly, his limbs were trapped by iron chains, his devilish energy was blocked, his muscles and bones could not be stretched, he was no different from a disabled person under the heavy pressure, he was slaughtered.

A pair of long legs came into view, he looked up along the way, and the one who caught his eyes was Yumei Xiao who had met before, with black clothes and red lips, hair tied up high, and that gorgeous face with Zhang Yang smiled.

"I didn't expect that we would meet so soon, Your Excellency..." A smile appeared on her red lips, which was particularly glaring in Murong Mo's eyes.

Murong Mo pursed his thin lips, and asked in a cold voice: "Why are you doing this? How can I use so much effort?"

He was puzzled, although he became a demon cultivator, he had no border with her.

Yumeixiao smiled slightly, her red lips looked like a bloody mouth, bright red as if blood rushed to her face, "Well...you will know later..."

Murong Mo's expression was condensed. Hearing her words, he knew that he couldn't get anything out of her mouth, so he closed his mouth and stared at her coldly.

Later....Does that mean that he is going to take him to meet the mastermind behind the scenes now?

Yumeixiao really opened the prison door, and saw that the iron chains on his limbs fell off with the opening of the prison door, but his cultivation base was still restricted in this place, and he couldn't use it at all, presumably it was sealed .

"What are you looking at? Hurry up and leave? Do you still want to invite Your Excellency?" Yumei Xiao smiled and said, the sharp fingernails brushed Murong Mo's shoulder, but cut off a strand of his black hair.

The dungeon was dark and dark, Murong Mo didn't know how long he had stayed here.

The injuries on his body are almost healed, presumably the few elixirs given to him by Master have worked.

After Yumeixiao opened the cell door, she didn't let him continue to go up, but kept going down, the cold chill brought a piercing freezing feeling, and Yumeixiao watched him go from behind.

She had a cultivation level by her side, so she naturally didn't feel the cold, but Murong Mo's injury had just healed, but this made it worse. His face was pale, but he gritted his teeth and persisted.

It went deeper and deeper, until the cold dissipated and the surrounding area became hot. Murong Mo finally reached the end, and what caught his eye was layers of black gauze.

The thick flaming slurry sprayed out from the ground into a molten pool, everything that entered the eyes was black, and the ground was covered with scorching flames.

When he turned his head to look for Yumei Xiao, he found that the person had disappeared, and he was the only one left in the same place. Murong Mo's eyes sank and he looked forward.

Behind the layers of black veils, a looming figure appeared with the swaying of the black veils, and Murong Mo's whole body turned cold with just one glance. Under this kind of coercion, he became extremely vigilant.

Mojun sensed the man approaching slowly, and opened those red eyes.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that his body was soaked in magma, and his lower body had become pitted, and where the magma had been submerged, his rotting flesh became extremely terrifying.

All these years he lingered on...Finally found a descendant...

Yan Xiuyu wanted to find Murongmo, but the reality made him unable to leave. Tuantuan was still a cub, so he didn't feel at ease teaching anyone to raise him.

Things happened one after another in the world of cultivating immortals. Those monsters besieged the various sects, and even their Imperial Sword Immortal Sect was attacked.

The flames of war outside were raging, and the army of immortal monsters seriously affected the peace of the world of cultivating immortals, especially those small sects that were destroyed.

Yan Xiuyu, as an immortal in the world of cultivating immortals, naturally cannot ignore it.

Murong Mo had disappeared for three full months, and he was worried in his heart, but seeing the suffering common people in the world of cultivating immortals, his duty made him unable to leave them alone.

"Tuantuan, wait for my father to eliminate those bad guys before going to your father."

There was a black and blue color under his eyes, and he was quite tired and haggard.

Although there are servants on Zhujian Peak, without Murong Mo, his heart is always empty, plus he goes out all day to remove Mo Wei Dao, and there is almost no time to rest. Even if he is as strong as him, he must not be mentally tired .