cannon fodder attack

When Xi Ye became conscious, he felt his body was bound by something, and his whole body was lying on the cold floor.

The burning sensation of tearing came from the dantian, which made Xi Ye frowned slightly.

When the golden core is broken, it means that the cultivation base of the whole body is gone.

In other words, he is now an ordinary person.

Can't feel a little bit of spiritual power.

"woke up?"

The voice was no longer as soft as it used to be, and now it was a little gloomy.

Xi Ye lowered his eyebrows and looked at the fairy rope that bound him, and sat up cross-legged with a clever effort.

He looked up, and saw Fu Chen who was supposed to be snuggled up in Liu Fengnan's arms looking at him with a smile.

"Don't look, this is the palace of the Demon Lord, I brought you to the Demon Realm." Seeing people ignoring him and only looking at the surrounding environment, Fu Chen couldn't help being a little annoyed and said indifferently.

The palace is very large, and the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm probably prefers grandeur and grandeur to the simplicity and grandeur advocated by Tian Qingzong.

The four walls are inlaid with countless dark red spiritual stones, the ground is covered with blood-like rare animal skins, and the chair above it seems to be made of human bones, which looks extremely pale and prominent in the dark colors.

The entire hall reveals a gorgeous but full of violence, bloody atmosphere.

Xi Ye withdrew his gaze, glanced at Fu Chen, said "Oh", and said lightly, "I know."

He adjusted his sitting position so that his stomach would not feel so uncomfortable.

"Let me guess. According to your low qualifications, the possibility of you being the demon king is almost zero. Then, how many illegitimate children are you?"

The current Demon Lord in the Demon Realm is notoriously flirtatious, and there are countless concubines of all kinds, not to mention, the female monks and mortal women from the comprehension world that he provokes may be able to circle the entire Tianqingzong.

Xi Ye was just curious, but in Fu Chen's view, it was a kind of ridicule.

Fu Chen narrowed his eyes, curled his lips and said with a smile: "You care about what I do, shouldn't you be concerned about your own situation now? How about it, being pushed into the claws of a monster by the master I respected since childhood, just to Saving another apprentice, this feeling, it's not good."

Seeing the silence, he smiled brighter: "I saved you, otherwise, in that situation, you would have ended up being abandoned and torn to pieces by monsters."

Xi Ye pursed his lips and looked up at him: "Are you kidding? You saved me? The black hand behind the scenes is ashamed to say such a thing, but I want to ask you, why don't you continue to pretend to be next to that idiot Liu Fengnan?"

Fu Chen was confused by the word "stupid". Although he didn't understand the meaning of the word, he could tell from the context that the other party was swearing. He restrained his smile and said indifferently, "Liu Fengnan? I'm just I just used him, although there was an accident and my goal was not achieved, but fortunately, I found you."

Xi Ye raised his eyebrows slightly.

In connection with the original plot, Fu Chen's purpose is probably to use the slag Gong to get close to Shen Fuzheng.

But... what does it mean to have found him?

When Xi Ye was about to ask, the gate of the palace was pushed open.

With unhurried steps, a figure bypassed Xi Ye who was sitting on the ground, and slowly sat on the bone chair.

The visitor was powerful, and his handsome face was full of indifference.

As soon as Fu Chen saw him, he immediately stood up straight, with a look of respect mixed with a trace of fear.

"Father."

"Is this the cultivator you mentioned?" Mozun asked perfunctorily as he glanced at the young man who was not yet a weak crown.

Seeing his expression like this, Fu Chen knew that the other party must not believe what he said.

"The top-grade spiritual weapon that Shen Fuzheng has now is refined by him. Father, with him in hand, a mere Shen Fuzheng is nothing."

Xi Ye understood.

It turned out that they were eyeing him, so they tied him up.

The Mozun fixedly examined the bound young man on the ground.

Even in a predicament, the opponent's posture is not embarrassed, even a little too calm.

"Aren't you afraid? I can kill you directly."

Xi Ye curled his lips: "If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it long ago."

Mozun laughed, his face full of joy: "Cultivate the devil, even if you can't make the best spiritual weapon, you can still be my right-hand man."

Xi Ye's spiritual root is still there, but the golden core has been destroyed. He has two choices, either to rebuild it, or to become a demon.

Xi Ye chose the second option.

I don't know if Duanyang is in the hands of Liu Fengnan or Shen Fuzheng, but it doesn't make any difference. If he follows him, he will only be contaminated with devilish energy from now on. For a psychic sword, it probably won't Quite painful.

"A capable general? I'm afraid it's just that there is one more person who can restrain my master."

The closed disciple of Shen Fuzheng has become a demon, no matter how he listens, he will be stimulated.

Mozun took out a wine glass from nowhere, took a sip of spirit wine leisurely, and said with a smile, "Smart."

The immortal rope on Xi Ye's body has been untied, and Fu Chen was standing quietly listening to the conversation between the two, so he couldn't help being surprised when he saw this: "Father, this..."

Mozun waved his hand impatiently.

Xi Ye stood up, rubbed his wrists, with a smile on his face, and looked at Fu Chen: "Why are you nervous, my cultivation is gone."

Fu Chen pursed his lips, he always felt that this person would do something unexpected.

Sure enough, not long after he had this idea, the next moment, the other party said to Mozun: "To tell the truth, I can refine top-grade spiritual weapons, and I can still refine them if I become a demon."

Mozun looked more serious, and tapped the wine glass with his fingertips.

"condition?"

Xi Ye didn't blink: "I want your son's life."

As soon as these words came out, there was only silence in the hall.

Fu Chen was shocked, he suddenly looked at Xi Ye.

Never expected that the other party would take his life in exchange.

"Father, no! My son is loyal to you! Don't listen to him!"

Mozun glanced at him, and said in a tone of no emotion, "But didn't you recommend him to me?"

Fu Chen's legs went limp, and he almost sat down on the ground, feeling a little regretful, he failed in the mission, at most he lost his father's trust, but now he has brought back a deadly ghost.

After Mozun finished speaking, he looked at Xi Ye again.

He could see that this young man was not simple, and if he didn't manage well, he would be backlashed.

However, if you want to plot bigger, you always have to take some risks.

For him, the pros outweigh the cons.

As for Fuchen...he doesn't lack this son, clever ones abound.

Mozun made a decision in his heart, raised his hand and swung a sharp air blade at Fu Chen, beating him until he vomited blood, before he said: "Since you want his life, then go get it yourself, three In a month, I will see the first top-grade spiritual weapon."

After finishing speaking, the Demon Lord was no longer seen on the bone chair.

Xi Ye knew that that blow was not only to help him abolish Fu Chen's cultivation, but also to frighten him.

Judging from the terrifying wave of demon energy, the other party was on par with Shen Fuzheng.

That's right, if you don't have some real skills, you can't stay in this position for hundreds of years, and you haven't been beaten to death until now.

Fu Chen lay on the ground in pain, with a face full of disbelief, his and Xi Ye's situations were actually reversed like this.

Xi Ye walked up to him, squatted down, and said with a light smile, "I regret that you provoked me, but I am very happy. Thank you for saving me."

He deliberately bit down on the three words "saved me", and successfully saw Fu Chen's face turn from blue to purple.

Xi Ye was still too provocative. Not provocative enough: "It seems that my value is greater than yours. Look at you, you have been given up by your father."

Fu Chen was poked at the sore spot, he raised his head, and said with a vicious expression: "So what, you were also abandoned by your master, what's the use of you laughing at me, you laugh at a hundred steps at fifty steps!"

Fu Chen's mother is a righteous female cultivator. After being abandoned by the Demon Lord, she hated him to the bone, and she didn't even like the child in her womb.

The son of righteousness and demons, there are two kinds of gas in the body, spiritual energy and magic energy, but the two are afraid of each other and conflict with each other. It is impossible to achieve a balanced cultivation.

That's why Fu Chen chose spiritual energy, which is also the reason why he can use magic energy but there is no trace of magic energy on his body.

The smile on Xi Ye's face faded a bit: "Let me give you something nice to drink."

Fu Chen's face was full of vigilance, and when he saw a green bracelet suddenly appearing on the young man's wrist, his expression changed: "Aren't you without spiritual power! Why can you still use the storage space?"

Xi Ye slowly took out a bottle of potion from the bracelet, and forced Fu Chen to drink it.

Fu Chen choked and coughed, and with tears in his eyes, he said in a high-pitched voice: "What did you give me to drink!"

Xi Ye clapped his hands, stood up, and explained casually: "I gave it a name, how to die heart-piercingly, congratulations, you have become the first experimental subject."

"After all, I don't want to do it myself. What should I do if it gets dirty?"

After leaving the palace gate, the movement of the person behind him struggling in pain became smaller and smaller until there was no sound.

If the naked eye can see through, you will find that the golden core in Xi Ye's body has already recovered, but the pure and shallow spiritual power that surrounded him has turned into a thick purple mist.

The pure black eyes also turned purple.

Three months later, Mozun got the top-grade spiritual weapon refined by Xi Ye, which was in the shape of an iron claw.

"That's right." Mozun praised the spirit weapon in his hand carefully.

He purposely glanced at the other party's cultivation base, but there was nothing there, and he couldn't help curling his lips in satisfaction.

Xi Ye smiled and suggested: "You can find someone to test it out. If there is no problem, I will make a second one for you in three months."

Mozun was slightly happy, according to this progress, it would not be a problem for him to take down the realm of self-cultivation, at that time, even Shen Fuzheng would not be able to stop him.

He immediately called someone in.

Xi Ye slowly backed away a little, his face full of expressions of watching a play.

……

A piece of news has been circulating in the cultivation world recently.

On the first floor of a certain inn, several monks chatted while drinking spirit wine.

"Hey, you should have heard about it. After hundreds of years, the one from the Demon Realm has finally stepped down."

"Even if it's another Demon Lord, what if the Demon World has been on the move for so many years, will it still be restrained?"

"Haven't you heard? The newly appointed Mozun is the closed disciple of Elder Shen of the Tianqing Sect!"