Immortal Monarch and Demon Venerable are all my vests

Daoist Yuan narrowly blocked the sword.The vigorous aura circulated, forcibly suppressing Yin Lang's sword light back.

He was startled and furious: "Why are you crazy?"

"Not crazy." Yin Lang sat back following the spiritual pressure, leaned against the carved pillars of the palace, raised his head and said unhurriedly: "I just want to try it. How much damage will come."

He pulled the corners of his lips: "And... you probably don't know that not long ago, Mu Xuan almost fell under the gun of Venerable Yin."

Daoist Yuan's furious expression froze, and he checked Yin Lang's physical condition in surprise.

Excessive bleeding.

It is a fantasy that this symptom appears in a cultivator, but Yuan Daoist's expression shows no doubt at all.

He even hesitated to think about it.

Yin Lang observed the other party's expression without any trace, and he was almost relieved when he saw this, and the clenched fist in his sleeve was slowly released.

Fortunately, this time, there should be no need for bloodletting and I will not be able to get up for three months.

It is not in vain that he deliberately bumped into the Buddha light of Zen mind.

Daoist Yuan frowned.

Shen Muxuan was clearly threatening him with suicide, but he had to consider the possibility that this kid was really forced to commit suicide.

The Taihua Immortal Sect does not lack a Mahayana combat power, but Yuan Daoist cannot lose the 'blood bottle' Shen Muxuan.

It has been nearly [-] years in the Lantian Realm that there has not been a successful ascension person, but all those who dared to survive the ascension disaster were smashed to death under the endless calamity.

Daoist Yuan has lived ten thousand years ago to the present, and his cultivation and state of mind have already accumulated to the level of being able to ascend, but he has witnessed one after another Dao practitioners being dissipated under the catastrophe. Over time, he has the courage to survive the catastrophe of ascension all lost.

Rather than going through the doomed Ascension Tribulation, he chose to hide in the Lantian Realm to resist the punishment thunder tribulation that occurs once every thousand years.Every time he successfully passed it, he would have another thousand years of time without any worries.

But since the desolate ancient jade was robbed thousands of years ago, the frequency of punishing thunder disasters has become higher and higher. Up to now, there will be a wave of thunder disasters almost every hundred years.With Daoist Yuan's cultivation base, he gradually became unable to do what he wanted, so he began to look for assistance from outside forces.

earlier years.He learned that adding a special kind of blood when refining the weapon can greatly increase the resistance of the magic weapon to the tribulation thunder. Since then, he has searched everywhere, and finally found Shen Muxuan, a person with special blood hundreds of years ago.

Thinking of this, Daoist Yuan slowed down his tone: "Mu Xuan, Daoist has never thought of killing you."

Shen Muxuan said quietly: "Yes, at most you let me die by bleeding."

"Don't you know how the Taoist has always treated you? If it weren't for the Taoist, I will support you, how could you treat your master as nothing without any scruples, and participate in the affairs of the sect as you wish? Good day?"

"That's right, in the end I was almost 'killed' by him even when I accepted an apprentice."

"..." Daoist Yuan had a dangerous expression on his face.

Shen Muxuan smiled brightly, and neatly rolled up the sleeve of his left hand, revealing a section of his thin forearm. The sword glow of his right hand came out again, gesturing back and forth on his left arm.

"How much does the Taoist master need this time? You can give me an accurate number, so that Mu Xuan can control the size of the wound." He pretended to be pitiful: "You also know about the fall of Taoist Tianxuan. Senior brother calls Mu Xuan a lot."

After expressing dissatisfaction and venting grievances, it's time to subdue wisely.

Yin Lang let out blood carelessly, feeling the weakness caused by the rapid loss of blood, he had chopped Daoist Yuan into seventeen or eight pieces in his heart.

Wait, wait, wait...

Only the patient hunter can harvest the richest prey.

His cooperative attitude obviously satisfied Daoist Yuan very much, and the capacity of the jade bottle he took out was only half of that of last time, and it didn't take long for Yin Lang to fill it up.

Shen Muxuan circulated spiritual energy to heal the wound, and when he got up he staggered, revealing a pale side face that had lost all blood, like a delicate porcelain doll.

When Xu Rong came to greet him, he was taken aback by his abnormally pale face: "Master, you are..." What's wrong?

Shen Muxuan glanced at him slowly.

"Oh, usual things, you get used to it."

Xu Rong wanted to ask more specific questions, but he saw that Shen Muxuan was already wandering in, and he didn't forget to wave his hand to direct him: "Go cook a bowl of angelica red jujube porridge and bring it here."

I don't know how long it will take for the 'protagonist' to notice something is wrong?He doesn't believe in the so-called 'protagonist halo', but if this thing can have an effect on Taoist Yuan... then it's okay to believe it!

Yin Lang lived a life of self-cultivation and nourishing blood with a bowl of angelica red jujube porridge every day. He left big things to Tu Feng, the head of the house, and small things to his cheap apprentices.

Fortunately, everyone also knows that 'Shen Muxuan' is too lazy to take care of things and loves to travel. He should quarrel, and no one will disturb him until the result of the quarrel needs to be fought.

During the period, Gu Fuxuan came once and said, 'Have you fallen in love with red dates again recently? After solving Xu Rong's doubts, Xu Rong knew that this Tianji Daoist not only likes farming, but is also a rare person among cultivators who is greedy for food and drink.

Then he received a storage bag of fresh spirit dates left by Gu Fuxuan.Big and round.

Xu Rong's eyes were a little dead.

First plant the land, and then make porridge.

He's here to cultivate for revenge, why should he develop towards a self-sufficient cook!

Fortunately, although Shen Muxuan doesn't know how to raise children, he still knows that his apprentice can't really be used as a cook, and he will lazily lie on the rocking chair and guide him on his cultivation when he has nothing to do.

Although Xu Rong came back again, but in his previous life, he was only a monk in the distraction period, and his experience was far less profound than that of the Daoist Tianji in the Mahayana period. Many subtle mistakes that he had not discovered in his previous life were also pointed out by the other party one by one, and the flow of spiritual power became more and more intense. smooth.

"Huh? Who did you fight with and come back with such an injury?"

The night was getting dark, and a figure suddenly appeared behind the tree. If Xu Rong hadn't been mentally prepared, he would have been scared by the ghost's movement and drew his sword.

He pretended to be frightened, quickly pursed his lips, and said in a low voice: "It's just a rivalry, that brother just confiscated the sword, it's all flesh and blood wounds, master don't have to worry."

"Disciple, your strength is not good enough." Shen Muxuan threw over a bottle of high-quality healing medicine, hating iron for being weak: "Back then, it was difficult to find an opponent when you beat all your peers. Your senior brother is not so weak in heart. Crying and looking for Master..."

The voice of the last sentence is very low, but it doesn't mean Xu Rong can't hear it.

Fortunately, it was already late and Shen Muxuan was far away, so he didn't notice his suddenly darkened face.

No... In this case, shouldn't you, a Taoist known for your strength, take revenge for your apprentice?Open your mouth and say that the apprentice is useless, is there something wrong?

Is this person really suitable to be a master... How did that elder brother who had never met become a success under this kind of education!

Xu Rong was full of complaints, lowered his head, opened the cork and stuffed the medicine into his mouth.

Although the injury was intentional, and it was also intentional to pretend to be pitiful, but the injury was real, and it hurt.

As soon as the pill enters the mouth, it turns into warm water and flows to the injured site, and the wound heals quickly visible to the naked eye.

Xu Rong raised his arm in surprise, half of his almost broken left arm was healed in a few breaths, and the pain was greatly reduced.

This must be at least a Rank [-] Healing Pill!

His impression of Shen Muxuan was immediately reversed, he could casually throw such a good pill to him, it turned out that this cheap master was just not very good at comforting his disciples, and still valued him very much!

Little did he know that the Taoist Lord behind the tree took out a bottle of Nine Turns Healing Pill, and stuffed it into his mouth as easily as if he was eating a sugar pill.

Well, the taste is good this time, next time I will go to Luli for a change.

After the master and apprentice took the medicine, Yin Lang sat on the tree and knocked on the trunk: "Tell me, who can actually bully you?"

Finally back to the topic!

Xu Rong suddenly regained his energy, and was recalling the delicate tone of someone in the harem in his previous life telling about his grievances, when Shen Muxuan suddenly said: "Wrong question."

Then he said solemnly——

"I'm used to your elder brother's out-of-body cultivation, and I forgot that you are only in the Qi refining stage. The inner disciples of this sect can basically beat you to the ground."

Xu Rong: "..."

It's too late for me to change my division now!

He lowered his head aggrievedly: "Master..."

"Hahaha." Shen Muxuan laughed heartlessly, and when Xu Rong began to doubt his life, a warm hand fell on his hair and rubbed it gently.

"Don't really cry." There was a smile in his voice.

Strangely, Xu Rong felt that this smile was the most genuine smile he had ever seen.

"It's impossible to avenge you directly." Shen Muxuan stretched out his hand and dragged him up the tree, and put him beside him.

Suddenly, he soared into the air, and before he could react, he leaned close to the warm body.Without warning, Xu Rong's whole body froze into a rock, his mind went blank, he couldn't hear what the other party was saying, and it took him a long time to calm down.

"...so keep working hard!"

Xu Rong: ...Huh?

He returned to the humble house he had built with a dazed face, and he didn't react suddenly until he sat cross-legged on the bed and settled into a meditation posture.

None of the goals were achieved, and all the wounds of this bitter trick tonight were all for nothing!

***

On Qingsang Peak.

"The Daoist is out?!"

A woman in Tsing Yi was wandering in the courtyard with a face full of panic, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"How could it be at this time...too early...the time is too short!"

She bit her nails and whispered to herself nervously: "No, Qilan must not be taken away by him! I snatched Qilan away with great difficulty, and I must not waste all my previous efforts...I want to find the master!"

Her eyes suddenly lit up, she raised her head and looked at the snowy Yuejiang Peak in the distance, her excitement grew stronger: "Go to Master! Yes, go to Master! Master will definitely save my Qilan! "

She lifted the corner of her skirt and rushed out of the small courtyard, running in the direction of Yuejiang Peak relying on only one pair of legs.

When the disciples of Qingsang Peak saw her, they avoided her unconsciously, and some of them rushed to report to Peak Master Liu.

Peak Master Liu, who was deeply studying medical skills, frowned upon hearing this.Thinking about the news of Daoist Yuan's departure, she hesitated for a while, but gave up.

"Hua Feiying ran away... Forget it, let her go. After all, she is a member of the Taoist family. We don't have the ability or the right to do so."

She sighed and asked her disciples to pass on the message, no matter what she wanted to do, no one should stop her.