After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

The wind is cold and the snow is deep.

Xie Yujing stood for a long time, a layer of feather-like snow fell on her shoulders, some of which had already melted, and her white robe was soaked, looking ghostly in the dark blood-colored waves.

The disciple on the side held the sword, his eyes filled with amazement.

They only heard that the chief talent of this generation of sword sects is outstanding, but no one has mentioned Xie Wushuang's appearance. Canglan's twelve beauties are spread all over the world, and they are already rare in the world. Pet.

Yuansi has been dormant for a long time, and the past has been forgotten.After coming to Liangjie Mountain, he became vaguely familiar, and he became a reality, accompanying Xie Yu: "I seem to have been here before... Wushuang."

He was only living in Xie Yu's Sea of ​​Consciousness temporarily, not Xie Yu's sword, and the two of them also communicated as friends. The young man was cold and serious, and his ink-colored clothes were a little vague. He asked, "Remember to take care of yourself."

This person seems to be born for the sake of the world's morality, he acts in a good manner, and has the world in his heart, but he is too harsh on himself.

Xie Yu looked sideways, Yuan Si was the only one in his eyes at this moment, and many times, he would forget that Yuan Si was still by his side.Suddenly, Yuan Si seemed to have been with him for a long time.Thick ink-like eyelashes trembled a few times. Yuansi helped him a lot, but he seemed to have nothing to repay. To this day, he still has to use his sword. He said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry."

Yuan Si was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "No need." Xie Yu actually understood it very well, he didn't have too much selfish desire, and the snow piled up with ice was pinched and cold.He looked at Xie Yu and said solemnly, "My honor."

Conquest of No.1 accompanying this tide.

There is always someone who will make you feel that being able to die for him is also an honor. There is no doubt that Xie Wushuang has this capital.

Yuan Si knew that he had a crush on Xie Yu.Those pity, intolerance, and flash-in-the-pan surprises suddenly changed in quality.But he didn't say anything, and he didn't make it clear that loving someone is his own business.

His love is a trickle, always gentle and appropriate, silent and generous.

Xie Yu is very slow in this aspect.

He was indeed born to be ruthless.

The two were still looking at each other, Xie Yu looked at Yuan Si, something flashed in his heart, he didn't catch it, lowered his eyes, and said softly: "Thank you."

Yuan Si smiled, and his figure gradually faded away. Xie Yu had a sword in his hand. The body of the sword was black, simple and heavy, and there were two small characters engraved on the hilt, Zang Feng.Su Bai's slender fingers supported the hilt of the sword, and rubbed the word Zangfeng. If he guessed right, the Zangfeng sword hadn't been out of its sheath for ten thousand years, sinking hard, the silent sword sounded clear, and the breath of the ancient prehistoric quietly Advent.

Feng Ciyue was the first to notice that he turned to Xie Yu... with the sword in his hand, his peace of mind was broken, and he felt a rare sense of crisis.What kind of sword was that? Even he felt it was dangerous.

His consciousness was cut by the sword intent just after passing, but he began to see clearly, Zang Feng.

The name of a sword is Zangfeng. It is hard to imagine how sharp this sword is, and how low-key and reserved the owner of the sword is.With just one glance, his gaze has traveled through thousands of years. This sword still retains the charm of its master. With his cultivation level, he can vaguely capture some fragments that have been witnessed by the Tibetan peak in the past—the lotus pavilion, ten miles of red lotus like fire, one person and one futon With a glass of wine, the young man sat and cooked tea, playing chess alone, as if he had noticed something, he showed signs of turning around, his ink-colored robe trembled slightly in the wind, and his Dao Yun was barren.

Feng Ciyue took two steps back, his face turned slightly pale, he was injured.The owner of Zangfeng should have already ascended to see its past, and this is the price.He didn't care whether he was hurt or not, the venerable who never changed his face was a little panicked: "Wu Shuang!"

Wushuang wanted to draw his sword.

Wushuang has only practiced for a few years, so she will definitely be hurt by backlash.

Feng Zhiyue even wanted to forcefully interrupt her. Xie Yu heard it and saw it. He didn't care, but just glanced over. For Feng Zhiyue, he usually chooses to keep out of sight.

Old Mo Han was still feeling sad, and suddenly changed his face to protect Liandong, and looked at Liangjie Mountain with sharp eyes.This is the second time he saw Xie Wushuang. He had seen Xie Wushuang once before in Hanyuan, and he was extremely sad. This time, he also felt the danger. He noticed that Xie Wushuang was about to draw a sword, and shouted loudly: "Children of Jianzong... ..."

Liandong also saw Xie Yu.

As beautiful as ever, he will still be thrilled.He also saw that flash of sword light, which cannot be said to be sword light, but a rain of flowers, lingering rain of fine peach blossoms, overwhelming, continuous spring breeze, greasy peach blossoms, and the snow that has lasted for thousands of years on the Liangjie Mountains melted. Sweeping obliquely, the sword light pierced the sky, and the snow ridge of the mountain suddenly lit up.

The sixteen prefectures of Canglan have all witnessed this flash of sword light.

Shocking sword.

You Moxiu caught a petal, and his body melted instantly, turning into dust.Before he died, he lost his mind, puzzled, and pulled the corners of his lips, but found that he couldn't smile, so he could only regret: "...that's it."

He considers himself a genius, and the immortal cultivator in his hands has eight hundred lives if not one thousand. He thinks that the immortal cultivator is nothing more than that, and he despises his predecessors who were expelled to the desolate Demon Realm by the immortal cultivator like a dog to live on their last days. Before, he roared, "I will kill Xie Wushuang!"

Since Xie Wushuang was born, why bother to give birth to them.

Heaven is unfair.

There are tens of millions of demon cultivators participating in the battle in Liangjie Mountain, and those with low cultivation levels can hardly last for a second.

The peach blossom drizzle was still falling, and the eyes of countless demon cultivators wept blood: "I will kill Xie Wushuang!"

"Definitely kill Xie Wushuang!"

"Definitely kill Xie Wushuang!"

"Definitely kill Xie Wushuang!"

Kong Gu reverberated with a heart-piercing roar of despair and resentment.

This man butcher, this lunatic.

On Liangjie Mountain, a young man with black hair and snow robe stood holding a sword, his appearance was as dusty as frost and snow.The peach blossom drizzle was still falling, his shoulders and hair were wet, and under the curse of countless people, his eyes were still indifferent.

In the previous life, Wushuang Daojun was the prestige that came out of him.

But he didn't kill so many people in his previous life.He came out after 600 years in the ghost town, and his cultivation had already reached the peak, so he couldn't attack the demon cultivators with low cultivation, and killed almost all the people of the same realm.

In Canglan, as long as the name can be called, the subordinates are full of blood and tears.

Especially the monks of Jianzong.

Jianzong is famous for killing.

Old Demon Han's fingertips trembled, he stared at Xie Wushuang, and said to Liandong: "Young Master, this person is a serious problem in my Demon Realm, I must kill him." It's not just Xie Wushuang.

There are three members of Jianzong Ling Xuefeng's family, and all three of them are famous and famous for a while.

He had foreseen that this sword sect would welcome the praise of immortal cultivators.

Liandong was silent, Old Devil Han stared at Liandong, his face was old, and he had a bitter face after bearing the humiliation for many years, the venerable of the Demon Realm actually had tears in his eyes: "Young Master, this hatred is irreconcilable."

He humbly begged, "You are the hope and glory of the Demon Realm, you... must kill him."

Liandong clenched her fingers: "Got it."

He looked up at Xie Wushuang, and suddenly remembered another person named Wushuang.If the one he likes is that Shui Wushuang, probably there is no need to suffer so much. This kind of love and admiration will bring him pain and struggle.

Like a drowning person, he can never catch the driftwood for survival.Ai Xie Wushuang, it's really disappointing.

Besides... Xie Wushuang doesn't need his love either.

Lonicera will still be sad.

He thought, even if Xie Wushuang was willing to give him a little love, even if it was pretended, he would not...be against him.To Mo Yu, even though they all call him Young Master, he still doesn't have much sense of responsibility.

He cared about very few people, himself, Xie Wushuang, and Grandpa Han.

But the current situation is that if he doesn't kill Xie Wushuang, Xie Wushuang will kill him.

Xie Wushuang will definitely kill him.

Lian Dong closed her eyes, then opened them again, there seemed to be nothing in her olive green eyes.

Xie Yu's cultivation was still too low, even if Zang Feng was willing to cooperate with him, he was still seriously injured.

But he didn't care. He threw out the Zangfeng and struck down with a sword. The young man's voice was like a broken piece of jade: "The two mountains are the boundary, and there will be a truce for 300 years."

The Tibetan Front slowly sank and was sealed into Liangjie Mountain.

The sky seemed to be split, half of it was the Demon Realm, it was still gloomy and cold, the cold wind was howling, and there were signs of snow again.Half of it is the world of cultivating immortals, the snow has melted into the soil, and the spring is harmonious.

No one answered.

The Demon Realm's vitality has been severely damaged in this battle. Even if they don't agree to a truce, it will be difficult to launch a large-scale attack. Besides, that sword... is still in Liangjie Mountain, and no one dares to cross the border.

"I don't agree!" The female demon Xiu's eyes were filled with blood and tears. Her father and brother both died in peach blossom and drizzle, Xie Wushuang's sword, he wants a truce at this moment?She refused to agree to death, looking at Xie Wushuang, who was all white and defiant, she laughed madly, "Xie Wushuang, I curse you! I curse you that one day you will lose all your cultivation and become an ant like us, no, you are worse than us." Ten thousand times inferior. I curse your relatives and friends from the sect to turn against each other and die without a whole body..."

The female voice is absent.

Feng Ciyue withdrew her hands, and said coldly: "I don't know whether I will die or die."

Xie Yu's thoughts were a little confused. If it was in her previous life, then she had indeed succeeded in cursing, losing all her cultivation, her family and friends turned against each other, and she died without a whole body.

Feng Ciyue saw that Xie Yu's condition was not right, so he stretched out his hand, wanting to help Xie Yu: "Wushuang..."

Xie Yu stared at Feng Ciyue, his eyes were a little strange, and he was a little wary: "What are you doing!"

He has nothing left.Cultivation, Daogu... No, he still has half of his heart and soul, so he wants to take it together?He dodged Feng Ciyue's hand, a little dazed, "Master, what did I do wrong?"

Feng Ciyue raised him, taught him how to practice swords and read books, and taught him the three principles and five constant principles.Tell him, Wushuang, my sword cultivator, should go forward and bless the world.

Feng Ciyue was hurt by the strangeness and vigilance in Xie Yu's eyes. He knew that Xie Yu's spiritual consciousness was consumed too much and he was unconscious, so he tried to soften his voice: "You are right. My apprentice will never make mistakes. "He is Feng Ciyue, Hongxue Immortal Venerable, and Canglan No.1 today. He has the qualifications and confidence to say such words, "Wu Shuang. Come here and let the teacher take a look for you."

Xie Yu just looked at Feng Ciyue, not only that, he also took two steps back: "No."

You all hate me and you all want to kill me.

Feng Ciyue didn't dare to go there rashly, he was really anxious and panicked: "You are right. Wushuang...well, I won't go, don't go back." Behind Xie Yu is the boundary wall.

Xie Yu's mind was still a little confused.

Didn't he want to kill me?Why does she look so nervous, like she loves him so much?

There was a touch of warmth on the cold wrist, someone grabbed his wrist and stood in front of him, Xie Yu raised his head, it was Shen Chungui, at this time Shen Chungui was not the Bu Jun who frightened Moxiu and had no plans to spare, He is still very young.

Shen Chungui stood between the two of them: "Please be considerate." He still spoke gently and politely, "Stay away from Wushuang for now."

Feng Ciyue looked at Xie Yu again... still very resistant to him.

"Okay." He moved his lips and tasted bitterness, "I'll go first."

Exactly when and why.He just left for two years, but two years, Wushuang shouldn't... Feng Ciyue suddenly woke up and froze, did Wushuang know?

His bottomless dirty thoughts.

Feng Ciyue didn't dare to turn her head back, her blood was cold all over her body, and it seemed that her breathing had become extremely difficult.

He wanted to ask, but dared not.

He just wants to get out of here.

Xie Yu was watching Shen Chungui holding his hand.

He's sober, and now it's another life.

Shen Chungui let go of Xie Yu and said naturally, "I offended you."

He knew Qiu Lingjun's thoughts on Xie Yu, but he had never doubted Feng Ciyue, but today Feng Ciyue's performance was a little obvious. He looked at Xie Yu, hesitating to speak, wanting to remind Xie Yu, but afraid Yu suspected that he was provoking, and hesitated for a while, "Wushuang, do you think your master..."

Sudden accident.

Feng Ciyue should have noticed it first, but he was a little absent-minded. Ten venerables appeared in the Demon Realm. , he scolded: "What are you running around like, you old bastard, and come to Liangjie Mountain... Are these lunatics in the Demon Realm really not afraid of death, or do they think they won't die?"

The fortune teller smiled apologetically, "It's troublesome."

He pinched his fingers, "Could it be the old man's limit today? That's not right."

Feng Ciyue finally regained consciousness, he greeted him with a sword: "Stand back."

The situation of the battle has not been reversed, but Immortal Le Sheng is much more relaxed, and he still has the time to look around: "Where is Old Demon Han?" His hand was like a dead branch, and he struck Xie Yu and Shen Chungui with a palm, "Stop!"

Feng Ciyue's love for Xie Yu is obvious to all.

Does Old Demon Han want Feng Ciyue to enter the Demon Realm directly?Le Sheng was really insane, "You shameless old man!" Xie Yu was a junior, and Old Demon Han blatantly attacked him.

Lonicera's pupils shrank.

He drew the knife, shaking the snow, the sharp edge was sharp, and the light of the knife shook the snow.

Life and death crisis.

Shen Chungui had never faced life and death so directly, he subconsciously stepped forward alone, his shoulders were wet, his brows and eyes were still a bit indifferent, and the fragrance of plums stained on his sleeves was cold and serious.It was Xie Yu, with her jet-black silk-like hair still wet, her breath still weak, her exhalation cold, and her light-colored lips slightly pursed.

He just stood in front of him.

Shen Chungui was stunned for a moment, his heart suddenly jumped, he smiled wryly: "Why bother."

The cold hair hung on Shen Chungui's neck, itching a little, the man's voice was calm: "You can't die."

Only Shen Chungui can break through the Divine Machine Gate.

In the sky and on the earth, in the yellow spring and the blue sky, there is only one Shen Chungui in the world.

"I'm not going to die." Shen Chungui hugged Xie Yu. This was the first time they were so close. In fact, they were not very close. Through the fabric, they didn't touch an inch of skin. He smiled and tremblingly said, "I'm actually I'm afraid of dying."

He is not Qiu Lingjun, not Qiu Liren, not Ge Yun...he is not one of those heaven's favored ones, he is just an ordinary person, and the two switched positions again, "I am much worse than you, I have a lot of thoughts and worries Many, I don’t have that kind of courage. Wushuang, you are heroes, you have this awareness, the elders have high expectations for you, this is also your morality. I am different, I was born mediocre, they only ask me to live... Can leave a descendant for the Shen family."

It's not Shen Chungui's fault.

Xie Yu, Ge Yun, and Qiu Liren were all born with brilliance, and after the elders' persuasive guidance, they will regard Canglan as their own responsibility.Even Qiu Liren, who is the most foolish, has such awareness.Shen Chungui is just an ordinary person, mediocre in the world of mortals, it is unfair to him that he cannot be demanded by the standard of a hero, he has never been given high expectations, nor has he enjoyed those preferential treatment.

Xie Yu was a little surprised.

"I don't know why I'm saying this..." Shen Chungui still smiled, his amber eyes were gentle, "I know my ancestor is a little disappointed in me and thinks that I..." He paused, but didn't continue, "I don't want you to see me that way."

Only Wushuang told him that one day, Cang Lan would also have his place.

For the first time, someone valued him so much.

He is clearly the young master of the Shen family.

Shen Chungui is not doing well either.

Han Laomo's palm pierced through layers of barriers, and the aura still descended. Shen Chungui let out a muffled snort, his muscles and bones were broken, blood gushed out of his throat, but he showed a trace of true temperament, a little proud: "I'm actually not that bad." It's useless, is it?"

He bet he wouldn't die.

Die...then die!

If you don't die this time, your luck will definitely increase a lot, and there is hope for Taoism. After all, Xie Wushuang is the destined person of this tide.

This is what Shen Chungui thought when he passed out.

He is like this, calculation has become instinct.

Honeysuckle has cold hands and feet.

He didn't expect Old Demon Han to attack Xie Yu suddenly, the boy's voice was a little hoarse: "Grandpa Han."

There is a bloodstain on the palm of Han Laomo, which is the scar of Yaoxue's knife.

He asked Liandong: "Is he the one you are looking for?"

It was clear to both of them who he was referring to.

Lonicera held the knife and said nothing.

Old Demon Han approached and rubbed Liandong's head. At this time, he became an amiable elder again: "We will meet many people in this life. Young Master, there will be others. You like Xianxiu, I love you. You can ask your subordinates to collect them." Lonicera will be the ruler of the Demon Realm, not to mention that he likes male cultivators, he can open a harem, "Fox demons are charming, rabbit demons are pure, and there are succubi in our Demon Realm, who are delicate and soft, graceful, Most importantly, they will still be loyal to you, Young Master will like it."

After the blow, he just wanted to destroy Xie Wushuang. Now, Xie Wushuang must die. Han Laomo sent a voice transmission to the other venerables, "Let go of the fortune teller this time and kill Xie Wushuang."

Lonicera still didn't answer.

Feng Ciyue usually seldom gets angry, her ink hair is scattered, and she is full of elegance: "Why seek death."

The tone was still flat and light, maybe it was the reason why he had cultivated his spirit in meditation for many years and hadn't made much action in these years, which made them forget the fear of being dominated by Immortal Hongxue.

There was snow again in the sky, white and light.

The sword rises to startle, and the sword falls to snow.

This is also the origin of the name Fengciyue, Hongxue.

Jinghong Xuefeng bid farewell to the moon.

In a critical situation, Feng Ciyue can block three with one, and at most four, but as long as one can pull away, Xie Yu will surely die.Venerable Demon Realm knew that after this battle, they would surely die, and all of them fought to the point of madness.

"Feng Ciyue, just a junior. Go away! I'll hold him back." The one-year-old venerable laughed, "I haven't been born for a long time, and Liangjie Mountain will still look like this. It seems that I can't wait anymore. Forget it, that's all."

He rushed to Feng Ciyue and blew himself up. Before leaving, "Don't forget to pay homage to me when my Demon Realm returns to the sky!"

The family sacrifice never forgets to tell Nai Weng.

Feng Ciyue knew that Demon Realm had hidden people, not only him, but all the venerables in the Immortal Cultivation World knew about it.

But he didn't expect that there are so many old demon venerables hidden in the Demon Realm. It can be seen that these venerables are really at the end of their lives. He saw that they were all leaning towards the mountains of the two realms: "Xie Wushuang is dead. I will definitely kill my disciples in the devil world."

Old Demon Han was fighting Immortal Deyun, he was knocked back when he heard this, and then continued to meet him.

Feng Ciyue has always done what he says, and he will definitely kill the Demon Realm when the time comes.But so what, the Demon Realm is not the realm of cultivating immortals, the realm of cultivating immortals will shrink back because of this, but the Demon Realm will not.

They are very indifferent to human life.

Feng Ciyue also knows.

He continued to fight head-on, the battle situation maintained a delicate balance and could not collapse.

Feng Ciyue can resist, but Le Sheng can't. He was injured. For him, the fortune teller is more important than Xie Wushuang. Even if it is Qiu Liren, he will give up: "Hongxue, I will take the fortune teller and withdraw."

Feng Ciyue can't stop her, even if she thinks about it again.

There were many bloodstains on his body, and he was also scarred. In the heavy snow, he took the time to look at Xie Yu again. Under the sky made of red and black smears, on the boundary wall spread by frost and snowflakes, there was a young man in white robes. Sitting on his knees, lay a dying man in Tsing Yi in his arms, his clothes and long hair were messed up by the wind.

Xie Yu lowered his head, the more Feng Ci couldn't see his expression clearly.

Xie Yu was named by him, Yu, which describes beautiful.

For Feng Ciyue, Xie Yu's existence was very beautiful. In his half life of swords and swords, it added a touch of warmth and gentle sustenance.When little Xie Yu was babbling and softly calling him Master, Feng Ciyue felt for the first time that his life was meaningful, not for Canglan, nor for defeating Demon Domain.

He sincerely liked this child: "Xie Yu."

Feng Ciyue would never allow Xie Yu to die in front of him.

He would rather die by himself.

Hongxue Xianzun has a youthful bearing and a shocking appearance.

He is determined to bury the sword.

"Wait a minute." A masked man in black robes came out from the air, he was the head of the Heaven Department of Jingtian Pavilion, he was shocked and forgot to come out.All this happened very quickly, just in an instant. He looked at Xie Yu and said excitedly, "What's the name of that sword?"

The Jingtian Pavilion, which has never made a move except Cang Lan, who is in danger of being destroyed, appears.

Still a minister.

Xie Yu said, "Zang Feng."

"Zangfeng... Zangfeng." The head of the Tianbu Department of Jingtian Pavilion seemed to be crying and smiling, "How many years?"

The trace of the master in Canglan has almost disappeared, but Zangfeng is still there.Didn't it follow its master to the upper realm?He looked at Xie Yu again, and said gently, "Has Zang Feng entrusted you as master?"

The master's heir should be their little master.

Although it was a question, his tone was affirmative, Zang Feng must have chosen the master, otherwise Xie Wushuang's level of cultivation would not be able to use Zang Feng Sword at all.

That's right, Jingtian Pavilion was indeed created by Taoist ancestors.

"No." Xie Yu's eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of frost, a little silvery, "Zang Feng and I are friends."

Minister of Tianbu: "Are you sure? If Zangfeng regards you as the master, I, Jingtian Pavilion, will definitely protect you to death. If it is just a friend..." He said tactfully, "Jingtian Pavilion can only send the venerable once."

Xie Yu's expression remained unchanged: "Sure."

Why is this kid a bit stubborn.

The Minister of Tianbu shook his head and laughed, but this is Xie Wushuang, whom countless people admire, he flicked his sleeves: "Then the old man will only make one shot."

Old Demon Han heard the conversation between the two.

He smiled miserably: "The eleven venerables of the Demon Realm can't even kill one Xie Wushuang."

Ridiculous, how ridiculous.

But this is Tianjiao, they will never die in a hundred battles, they each have their own opportunities, and there are always noble people to rescue them in critical moments.If it weren't for that sword, even if Xie Wushuang was a genius, if he died here today, Jingtian Pavilion would not send anyone.

Jingtian Pavilion has a detached position in Canglan.

Exactly how many venerables there are in Jingtian Pavilion... I don't know.It's not that Moyu has never attacked Jingtian Pavilion, and it's not useless to return without success every time. They made a contract that Jingtian Pavilion will not intervene unless Moyu and Xiuxianjie come to a decisive battle.

Old Devil Han asked: "Are you going to breach the contract in Jingtian Pavilion? Xie Wushuang is a member of Jianzong, and you want to protect him in Jingtian Pavilion?"

Minister of Tianbu Wu Nai said: "You didn't hear it? Let's put it this way, that sword is very important to my Jingtian Pavilion. Since Xie Wushuang can use that sword, it has something to do with my Jingtian Pavilion. My Jingtian Pavilion The Pavilion will only protect him this time."

What he meant was that next time Laomo Han gets a chance, they won't care about it.

Unless Moyu is willing to send troops again, this battle of the Venerable will basically be over.

Old Devil Han looked around, two venerables had already fallen, and the remaining eight couldn't hold on for long. He was wrong, he was really wrong, and shouted violently: "Killing the god operator!"

Xie Wushuang definitely couldn't kill him.

The ten venerables cannot be allowed to fall in vain.

The eight venerables looked at each other: "Hey, that's all, that's all."

Someone laughed and shouted: "Go together, go together."

"Going to die with an old friend today, what a pleasure."

After cultivating to the Venerable Realm, they used to be all-powerful figures.In an instant, eight more fireworks bloomed on Liangjie Mountain.

Ten venerables fell.

Hundreds of millions of souls in the Demon Realm looked at the sky at the same time. They didn't know what happened, but they seemed to have lost something in their hearts. For some reason, sadness came from their hearts, and tears fell like rain.

"what happened?"

"Why am I crying?"

"What happened?"

"It seems to be the Two Worlds Mountain."

"What happened to Liangjie Mountain?"

"A venerable has fallen."

"...Didn't my Demon Realm Venerable just fall three?"

"Yes, another ten left."

"..."

After the first battle in Liangjie Mountain, every household in Moyu raised white flags and howled everywhere.

There is an unspeakable shadow in Moyu Moxiu's heart. Compared with Qiu Lingjun who is cursed by everyone, the name Xie Wushuang hardly appears in Moyu.

They were terrified, and some demon cultivators even believed that Xie Wushuang had three heads and six arms, that he was the reincarnation of a demon god, and that he would never die in a hundred battles. He secretly built a living shrine for Xie Wushuang, and the demon cultivators worshiped power.

Old Devil Han's words circulated widely, "Eleven venerables in the Demon Realm can't even kill one Xie Wushuang."