Immortal Monarch and Demon Venerable are all my vests

Xu Rong was panting heavily, curled up on the carpet with no intention of getting up, he looked up at Shen Muxuan, looking extremely pitiful.

No Moxiu dared to look at him, and Xu Rong didn't care if they saw him in such a mess, he just tried his best to raise his head, trying to distinguish Shen Muxuan's expression from the dazzling sunlight projected from outside the hall.

He said, "Master, I don't understand."

Xu Rong supported the ground with his hands, and sat up slowly, with messy hair draped on his cheeks, and the rising sun shone into his eyes, which were frighteningly red.

He bowed his body and straightened his legs little by little, his eyes fixed on Shen Muxuan's direction all the time, even though he might not be able to see clearly.

Shen Muxuan slightly raised his eyebrows: "What don't you understand?"

"I don't understand..." Xu Rong pushed aside the guard in front of him, raised her leg and took a step forward, "Why can you like Yin Lang like this, but can't accept me like this?!"

The last few words are almost broken.

He trembled violently all over, and the right hand that was pressing on the guard's shoulder firmly dug into the flesh of the other's shoulder. The guard couldn't control his body trembling a little, but Xu Rong, who was moody and moody at this time, shook his hand and threw it out violently. .

All five fingertips were covered with fresh, hot blood, which was even more dazzling than the color of the red dress on Shen Muxuan's body.

"How many people have I killed? Yin Lang has been in the Demon Sect for nearly 600 years, and the blood of innocent people stained on his hands may drown the hell on earth he built with his own hands!"

"His first appearance in the world of comprehension, on Xiang'an Road, the butcher knife cut down dozens of members of the comprehension family, including the children of Zongjiao. Three Huashen, seven out of body, 18 Yuanying, Jin Dan builds the foundation and cultivates Qi countless...he stepped on the bones of innocent people to become famous in battle, and stepped on the road made of blood to the throne."

"Compassionate and kind Shen Daojun, why don't you think he is dirty!"

Shen Muxuan's expression gradually turned cold, and he tightened and released the five fingers of his right hand, repeating this process over and over again.

His tone suddenly became gentle, and he asked gently: "Who told you that I like Yin Lang?"

He laughed again, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and the depths of his eyes were filled with emptiness and silence.

He said: "You are wrong, Xu Rong. I hate 'Yin Lang'. In this world, no one hates him more than me. I wish he never appeared in my life."

Xu Rong was stunned.

Shen Muxuan originally rushed back to play a scene with him, and arranged for the follow-up by the way, but now he has no mood to stay here any longer.

He threw away the willow branch he picked up casually, stepped heavily on the soles of his shoes, and didn't cast a single glance.It's like treating Miss Zhu Ling who played tricks with him and tried to escape the 'tyrant' Xu Rong through him.

Hate and like have no weight in front of survival.Without the strength to protect himself, he can only pray for the mercy of the strong.

Poor and pathetic.

The aura in the body is flowing, and the sleeves of the robe are flying.

Shen Muxuan waved his sleeves and rushed up to stop his guards, striding towards Tianguang.

"...Don't go! I won't let you go!"

The moment Shen Muxuan turned around, the panic in Xu Rong's heart suddenly soared endlessly, as if if he was allowed to walk out of this door, the two of them would never have any possibility again for the rest of their lives.

He pushed aside the guards, rushed forward like crazy, grabbed the corner of Shen Muxuan's robe, raised his head and begged: "Master...don't go."

"what."

Xu Rong seemed to hear a low laugh, and the figure that followed him stopped as he wished, and then slowly squatted in front of him.

Shen Muxuan smiled and said, "Don't go? Can you only stop me with such weak words?"

He looked at Xu Rong with pity and mockery in his eyes, Xu Rong suddenly froze, this kind of expression... would this kind of expression really appear on Shen Muxuan's face?

His hand was lightly pressed against Xu Rong's, but the strength to break his fingers apart was so steady that he couldn't resist. Xu Rong's joints were all white, but he was still breaking them apart one by one, throwing them away like old shoes to the side.

Then he shook his head with a smile, stood up slowly, and looked down at him: "I don't dislike people who take shortcuts. After all, in life, everyone has their own destiny. Make your own choices and bear the consequences yourself."

"However, the fact is that you are still not my opponent. When I am not in the mood to play house with you, I can say unilaterally—"

"It's time to end."

The door of the temple was opened, and the figure of Daoist Lord Xueyi stopped a moment before he was immersed in the bright sky.

The light of hope rose again in Xu Rong's eyes: "Master..."

"It's coming very fast."

He heard Shen Muxuan's laughing voice, jealousy filled his chest in just a few breaths.

who?Who is that person? !

He struggled to get up from the ground—strictly speaking, there was no injury on his body. If you ignore the decadent energy, the spiritual energy in your body is flowing freely, and it is in its prime.

In the next moment, a ray of golden light tore apart the day, and Shen Muxuan's Tianji sword was unsheathed.

The sound of the sword whistling can also be heard from the continuous sound of piercing through the air, the person coming must be a difficult opponent.

After an extremely violent explosion, the oncoming shock wave directly shattered the two hall doors into 800 yuan.Many guard maids were hit on the spot, and they fell to the ground and wailed endlessly.

Xu Rong got out of the way by rolling on the spot, but was shocked and unwilling by the power of the aftermath.

He finally had this fortuitous encounter and became the world's top tribulation-surviving power. Why did he continue to be suppressed everywhere after enjoying it for a few days?

If Shen Muxuan who was in the battle heard such remarks, he would probably laugh outright on the spot.

If the small gap between the tribulation period is the same as Qi training and foundation building, why does he have to endure Fengjiang City every day without doing it?

Even at this moment, with the great gift from Long Yu for ascending to the second realm, if it weren't for the support of double the spiritual power and demonic energy, he would still not be a real opponent to seal Jiangcheng even though he had not yet reached a stable vain realm.

Shen Muxuan's original plan was to take advantage of his strength and ask the former Destiny's Son, who was still somewhat lucky, to fight with the trash of Fengjiang City. Free up your hands to deal with the mess in the Northern Demon Region.

However, Xu Rong's erroneous remarks really angered him, and he ran head-on into the stormy version of Fengjiang City that Di Wuhong had revealed, and drew his sword without saying a word.

Think twice?Think twice about your father!

I have cultivated this strong cultivation base in the world of cultivation through wind and rain for hundreds of years. Is it to reason with you?

Feng Jiangcheng was caught off guard for a few times before he figured out who the enemy was, and he was stunned: "Mu Xuan..."

why you?

"What are you screaming about? Why didn't I know when our relationship became so close?"

Shen Muxuan's response was to slash down with a sword, and said calmly: "I'm going to clean up the traitors who committed the following crimes. Why did Elder Feng come to see the excitement? If I remember correctly, it's still during the closed period of Elder Feng's cold prison, right? Running out in such an open and aboveboard manner, do you not take the Taoist Master seriously?"

Feng Jiangcheng rushed here all the way from the Taihua Immortal Sect, the temperature dropped sharply within eight feet of his body, and he could still see the icicles emitting obvious coldness on the ends of his hair, his face was also a little pale, and there was a very short time between tossing and turning. It is obvious that during this period of time, he was sealed up and stayed in the cold prison to suffer a lot.

Feng Jiangcheng's focus was completely different from his, ignoring a large section of the provocation, and his tone was so eager that he even questioned: "The next offense? That bastard is really—"

His eyes unconsciously looked under Shen Muxuan's clothes, especially at the back and other places.

Shen Muxuan's eyes seemed to be full of ice for a moment, and he slashed down with his sword fiercely in the air. The power and power were not the same as before. When the sword fell, it actually opened a hole in Feng Jiangcheng's chest , deep into the bones, blood spurted out, soaking the Tsing Yi in an instant.

Feng Jiangcheng fell, and he was half lying on the ground, clutching his wound and vomiting blood, his eyes were extremely incredible.

He didn't notice Shen Muxuan's cultivation until now: "Crossing the catastrophe to the Great Perfection...you...how could it be possible?"

He looked over Shen Muxuan who was slowly landing, and saw Xu Rong who was chasing after him, doubts spread, and anger burned in his eyes: "At the beginning of the tribulation... Could it be that you and him..."

"Pour out all the pickle? H stuff in your mind!"

With the cold sword pointing at his neck, Feng Jiangcheng moved his Adam's apple, and under the threat of a real killing intent, he still chose to keep silent.

Shen Muxuan held the sword in one hand and looked down at the seriously injured man on the ground.

It was the first time he saw him from this perspective.

Powerless, flustered, not at all what a sword cultivator should be.

It turned out that this person, the sword-wielding elder who was always proud and disdainful in memory, would also be afraid?

"Muxuan..." Feng Jiangcheng called his name in a trembling voice, which strangely coincided with that of 600 years ago.

'...forget your name, forget your past.From this moment on, you are called Shen Muxuan. '

The hoarse but gentle female voice kept repeating in his ears: "Muxuan, Shen Muxuan. Child, repeat after me, Shen, Mu, Xuan."

There was a sudden wind, and a familiar male voice took him from the woman's arms with both hands: "Is this child called Shen Muxuan?"With your surname... Haha, Mu Xuan? '

White, red, blue...

All the colors around him turned into blurred blocks of color in his eyes. The colors blended together and intertwined, and the colors were sometimes brilliant and sometimes condensed. He walked forward slowly in such a strange world until the colors condensed into a picture and time flowed.

"Shen... Mu... Xuan."

The ignorant child held his mother's shoulder tightly, repeating his new name. In his young memory, something seemed to be slowly fading away.

"I should have forgotten the past according to your arrangement. But mother, they made me think of everything."