After the cannon fodder was reborn, he got the devil

The suzerain of the Yinyue Sect is Lu Zhuoyu's master, according to seniority, he is the master of Xie Yun and Ying Baiye, but Ying Baiye's memory was erased by the formation, so he doesn't remember Lu Zhuoyu.

Although Xie Yun was damaged, he couldn't arrange the master's respect, so he had to change the topic: "What are you happy about?"

Ying Baiye was in a good mood, and said: "I laugh at you, a majestic sword master, who is in the Yinyue sect, but you can't recognize the furnace cauldron."

Xie Yun felt that the scene just now was very familiar. After thinking for a while, he realized that the first time he and Ying Baiye really worked together was because of Liang Yuan.

It was the same at that time, Ying Baiye laughed that he didn't know Lu Ding, even his expression was exactly the same as now.

The corners of Xie Yun's lips couldn't help but curl up: "What's so funny? If I recognize it, it will look like I'm so flirtatious."

He has always been unable to distinguish between the furnace and the ordinary physique. First, he has never had any unruly thoughts about the furnace, and second, for Xie Yun, the furnace physique is as easy to be ignored as the gender of a monk.

Later, with Ying Baiye reminding him, he was even more lazy to know the characteristics of the furnace.

Xie Yun took two steps in the direction of Ying Baiye, and said in a low voice, "If I were that kind of person, wouldn't you be making trouble? Don't worry, you are the only one in my heart."

Xie Yun and Ying Baiye were used to teasing and laughing, and they were both extremely virtuous bastards behind closed doors.

Who would have thought that Ying Baiye would be stunned for a moment after listening to it, and turned his head away and did not answer.

Xie Yun was immediately overwhelmed with novelty—you must know that the two have evenly thick skins, and Ying Baiye is a bit more thick-skinned than him.

Ying Baiye turned his face away and changed the subject: "Silver Moon Sect has such a suzerain, and the Silver Moon Sect can't even surpass the third-rate strength of Linguangzhou."

The cultivators of the Silver Moon Sect were severely disrupted, and there were only two monks in the distraction stage. One of the two distraction stage monks was not working, and there were less than 30 out-of-body monks left.

Ying Baiye said: "But if you are counted, then it will be another matter."

The sword master who is well-known and upright in the Three Ways of Demon Buddha, one person is enough to support a top power.

Ying Baiye said: "Speaking of which, since you are the guest of Silver Moon Sect, how dare this flood dragon barge in?"

Just now when I saw Jiaolong offending the Yinyue Sect, Xie Yun didn't take action for a long time. Even though he made a move later, it only protected the Yinyue Sect's sect.

He obviously cared about Yinyuezong very much.

This is obviously an omission in the identity arranged for him by the array.

Xie Yun didn't know what the consequences would be if he rashly woke up the people in the illusion, so he had to change the subject and asked, "Can't the third-rates squeeze in?"

Ying Baiye: "...Linguang Continent is a large continent, and the Yinyue Sect is sandwiched between the three orthodox sects. If there is no monk with a strong bone to support it, it will be eaten up by other sects sooner or later."

Xie Yun was silent for a moment, then suddenly accused: "Why are you so familiar with Yinyuezong?"

Ying Baiye: "..."

Why do you look like you're jealous?

Ying Baiye pushed Xie Yun's finger away: "The Silver Moon Sect is probably more famous in the Demon Dao than the No. [-] force in the Righteous Dao—when the Silver Moon Sect was still the Yin Moon Sect, everyone in the Demon Dao knew about it. After all..."

Ying Baiye smiled lightly: "The Yinyue Sect is a sect no different from the Yuhuan Sect."

Take off the skins of these orthodox monks, and the naked/naked souls underneath are not much different from demon cultivators.

Xie Yun turned her head and looked at the sobbing monks around her. After a while, she said, "Compared to Yu Huanzong? Then you really think highly of these children."

They have been to the Devil's Dao for the matter of the ten thousand curses, so Ying Baiye would not take Xie Yun to visit the Yuhuanzong, but he has also seen people from the Yuhuanzong—the outer disciples are often furnaces, but the inner disciples are all Some ordinary magicians who practice the secret method of acacia.

These little disciples of Yinyue Sect can only be regarded as outer disciples of Yu Huan Sect.

Ying Baiye: "How to say?"

Xie Yun always remembered the words of Cheng Anping back then, so he said: "These children just have no way out and protect themselves. The inner disciples of the Yuhuan Sect are all bullies."

There was a little sneer on Ying Baiye's face, but he didn't speak.

Although Jiaolong died, the conflict between the young master and the suzerain frightened the monks of the Silver Moon Sect. They stood together hand in hand, neither daring to speak to Lu Zhuoyu nor returning to the sect before the young master made a move. Door.

Lu Zhuoyu stood motionless at the door, blood dripped down her sleeve, and soon formed a pool of blood at her feet.

She was born exceptionally beautiful, but her beauty was so extreme that people dared not get close to her. Her brows and eyes were covered with frost, and her clothes were stained with blood, like a Shura ghost.

At some point, Nie Sha left Lu Zhuoyu and circled Xie Yun curiously - Nie Sha sensed the aura of Chun Shan Dao.

Lu Zhuoyu walked towards Xie Yun. Where she walked, the monks of the Silver Moon Sect couldn't help backing down.

Lu Zhuoyu was used to the way she was treated. Standing in front of Xie Yun, she hesitated for a moment and said, "Thank you."

Take advantage!

Xie Yun tapped the hilt of the sword with her fingers happily: "It's my job."

Rong Cheng let go of the hands of the people around him, and walked in the direction of Lu Zhuoyu, just after taking two steps, he was quickly grabbed by the round-faced monk beside him, and whispered: "Where are you going?!"

Rong Cheng raised his hand: "Send some pills to the young master."

The round-faced monk said forcefully: "The young master has it himself! Don't go there!"

Rong Cheng looked at the fear on the little sister's face, and was slightly startled: "What's wrong?"

The round-faced monk twisted the corner of his clothes with his fingers: "Master, the young master is naturally a very good person...but, but he has a bad temper...and he doesn't like us."

These furnaces, with their vain cultivation, have always been an unworthy burden in the young master's eyes.

Rong Cheng smiled: "I want to go."

She broke away from the round-faced monk's hand, and under the stunned gaze of the round-faced monk, she walked to Lu Zhuoyu with two bottles of medicine pills and a clean and soft cloth towel.

"Little Lord."

Rong Cheng raised his hand, rolled his eyes, and said with a smile, "Please wipe your face."

There was blood on the side of Lu Zhuoyu's neck. She pressed one hand on the side of her neck, stared at Rong Cheng for a while, then slowly stretched out her hand, pulled out the cloth scarf, and said proudly: "Even if you please me, I will not accompany you to practice , but I can teach you."

Her so-called "accompanying practice" naturally does not refer to purely guiding cultivation.

Ying Baiye: "..."

Rong Cheng: "..."

The little girl stared blankly at Lu Zhuoyu.

Xie Yun showed a confused expression. He looked around blankly and saw that the expressions of the two people were very consistent. It seemed that he was the only one who couldn't understand what the master was saying.

Xie Yun put a sound-isolation barrier around the two of them, and asked Ying Baiye: "What is your expression? She is the young master, shouldn't she guide the cultivation?"

Ying Baiye raised his eyebrows: "Did I forget to say that earlier? The Yinyue Sect basically has the physique of a furnace, only this young master is not."

Xie Yun clenched her hands: Why don't you beat up Master while you can.

Ying Baiye said indifferently: "For a sect like the Silver Moon Sect, this young master would be a sought-after object of attachment...but this little girl is brave enough to speak out."

Xie Yun held Yichixue's sword hilt, with a puzzled face: "What did you say? What did you just say?"

This is really Demon Lord Ying Baiye, isn't it the younger Ying Mingzhou?

When Ying Mingzhou met him in Feiyin City, his personality was much more peaceful than now. How could the current Ying Baiye be called a Demon Lord?

The person in front of him is more like a little Ying Baiye who has been curled up in Ying Baiye's heart.

Indifference, paranoia, unwillingness to face the softness of one's heart.

On the day when his Ying Mingzhou really became the demon king, he probably looked like a bright and beautiful man, right?

Xie Yun finally realized the abnormality of this formation——

This must not be the deduction formation mentioned by Wan Jue, because there is a distracted master, a more immature Ying Baiye, and Rong Cheng who has been thrown back hundreds of years ago.

When Xie Yun was distracted, a disciple of the Silver Moon Sect hurried up: "Young master! Something happened! Dozens of monks died tragically in a small sect of ours! They hope that the young master can uphold justice for them!"

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I didn’t update much today... because to be honest, I am a little afraid to write (cover my face), I have never played such a big game before... Seriously, you should see what I want to write, Lei’s words are still running now in time.

This chapter reissues forty red envelopes to everyone, bow.