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On the east bank of the Nether Abyss River, countless demon armies were waiting in formation, and the dark demonic energy lingered in the air.

In front of the army, dozens of demon soldiers stood upright, carrying a huge curtain respectfully.

Black and red veils hang down from the curtains, fluttering in the wind, and a lazy figure with its chin propped up can be vaguely seen.

The figure said unhurriedly: "The group of Tian Yanzong, why have they been silent for so long?" His voice was naturally romantic and affectionate.

Immediately someone outside the curtain said: "Return to the young emperor, the news I heard is that the person who will face the Tianyan Sect has changed."

The voice sneered, "Who—"

Before the words were finished, a silver sword light came from the sky at dawn!

The chilly and domineering sword energy brought up the black water of the Mingyuan River, and the raging waves surged up to hundreds of feet, but it turned into ice in the blink of an eye.

This sword light was clearly the coercion of the distraction period, and the demon army immediately rioted.

The wind was hunting, and on the black ice of hundreds of feet, stood a tall and tall figure, with his left hand behind his back and a sword in his right. He was dressed in white and silver on the sleeves, and he had a very beautiful face, but he was surrounded by Indifference suppressed three points.

He swept his eyes, looked at the curtain in front of the demon army, and turned his sword, "Tian Yanzong, the master of Cangwu Peak Fu Zhi, please enlighten the demon young emperor."

As soon as the words were uttered, they immediately caused waves in the cultivation camp.

"Sword Master Fuzhi of Cangwu Peak...doesn't it mean that he has never stepped out of the Tianyan Sect?"

"Who said that?! A hundred years ago, the one who blocked the sixteen ghosts and beasts from Lanjiang Mountain with a single sword, wasn't it the Sword Master Fuzhi?"

"..."

A moment later, the black and red curtain was lifted away by a hand with sharp bones, the black robe was embroidered with dark gold patterns, and the man who came out of the curtain had a pair of extremely narrow and long eyes. When looking at people, he seemed careless Frivolous and frivolous.

He stared intently at the indifferent silver-robed sword master on the hundred-foot-high black ice, and his usual casual demeanor turned into almost fiery obsession at this moment.

The subordinate reminded: "Young Emperor, this person's strength is close to yours. This subordinate suggests that you should not confront him head-on..."

Yin Lingxi didn't seem to realize it, he sighed in a low voice: "It's so tempting..."

He waved his hand, leaving only one sentence: "The whole army is attacking."

After saying that, it turned into a stream of light, flew into the air, and unambiguously attacked the sword master who was rushing towards him.

Downstairs soon started a scuffle, and uppermost Fuzhi and Yin Lingxi had exchanged dozens of moves.

The silver icy sword energy and the flamboyant devil energy disrupted the dark clouds, and the people fighting below couldn't see the battle situation above the clouds. They all thought that they must be fighting with each other, causing people to die.

however--

Fuzhi was approached again, and the man behind him relied on his cultivation level to be half a point higher than him, and held him tightly without fear of death. Taking these few seconds, he flirtatiously left a kiss on his slender neck.

While rubbing his ears and temples together, he ignored the murderous aura of the sword master, and sighed in a low voice: "I don't know, but the appearance and figure of the well-known sword master Fuzhi have grown into my heart inch by inch. The first time I met him, I hooked him up." Heart fluttering."

Fuzhi's ears were dyed a beautiful color, his eyes were as cold as a pool of cold, his right hand clenched the hilt of the Duanchen Sword tightly, his spiritual power broke through the confinement, and the sword slashed fiercely on Yin Lingxi's forearm.

Yin Ling hid a bit late, and instantly bled profusely.

Knowing the horizontal sword, Fu said coldly, "Get lost."

Yin Lingxi looked at the blood on his arm, raised his eyebrows playfully, and was about to say something, but his expression suddenly changed, his eyes narrowed, and he looked in the direction of the demon territory.

"Get out... It's okay," he turned his head, smiling seductively, and while Fuzhi was not paying attention, he forcibly entangled him again.

Fuzhi: "You——hmm!"

His pupils shrank.

This person bit the side of his neck, the sharp pain and slight tingling of blood being sucked spread all over his body in an instant, and the domineering demonic energy injected into his body bit by bit through the tooth marks, like a poison that could not be dispelled.

Fuzhi's fingertips felt weak, and his voice trembled slightly, "Go...go—!"

Before the silver spiritual power erupted, the apprentice seemed to have made up his mind, and he quickly pulled away and left here, and he really rolled. Not only that, he also laughed loudly, and ordered all the demon soldiers——

"Retreat! Return to the Demon Palace!"

The blood flowing from Fuzhi's neck stained the white robe red, and the bite marks on the white neck were bright and dazzling.

Of course, the taste of being forcibly instilled with devilish energy is not pleasant, especially the owner of the devilish energy is half a point higher than him.

He put the Duanchen sword across his knees, sat cross-legged on the remnant clouds, and circulated spiritual energy to expel the demonic energy.

Naihe expelled most of them, but some of them still lingered in the wound, even the tooth marks left by the apprentice could not be erased.

Fuzhi's face gradually turned pale under the clash of demonic energy and spiritual energy.

Until there was a sound in his consciousness——

"Master, there is no one around here, so you don't have to act for the time being."

The sword master with his eyes closed slowly opened his eyes. He clearly still had this indifferent face, but his temperament had undergone an earth-shaking change.

Fuzhi raised his hand to touch the tooth marks on his neck, his fingertips were stained with blood, he shook his head and said, "Lust is really cruel..."

There is a blue soft ball jumping in his consciousness, called Ah Ruan, it is the companion spirit he brought from the three thousand gods, and it has part of his divine power.

Now, in order to take back his lust, greed, and destroy the three soul fragments, and ban the godhead from entering this high-level world under his jurisdiction, Ah Ruan can be regarded as a good helper.

Ah Ruan said distressedly: "Does the master hurt? Is there no other way to take it back? Let's take it slowly."

"Take your time?" Fuzhi smiled, and casually wiped off the blood-stained fingertips little by little, "I am the main soul, and the main soul is very attractive to soul fragments. Let's see if lust will give me a chance."

After the soul fragments are awakened, once they meet the main soul, they will be attracted to the main soul unconsciously, and will be filled with great malice towards the main soul, and if they want to recover the soul fragments, they must eliminate these malice.

Ah Ruan pursed his lips, "He is still full of malice towards you."

After Fuzhi wiped off the blood on his neck, the bite marks became more obvious, he obviously didn't care much.

"It's nothing."

"Lust has awakened, but greed and destruction do not know who will awaken, Ah Ruan, watch for me."

Ah Ruan obediently said: "Okay master, that lust is gone, what should we do?"

Fuzhi destroyed the scarf in his hand, got up and put away his sword, and changed into that indifferent look again, turning into a streak of light and flying in the direction of Tianyanzong.

"No hurry, he will come to me."

***

The three-year war between the world of cultivating immortals and the demon clan has come to an end. No one knows what happened when Fuzhi Jianzun fought against the young emperor of the demon clan that day, but the result is undoubtedly good.

Even though Fuzhi Jianzun didn't express his position, the retreat of the demon clan has already explained everything. The teahouse and wine shop circulated the words of Jianzun fighting the young emperor. For a while, Fuzhi Jianzun became the most respected person in the hearts of the younger generation.

After the war, the major sects of cultivating immortals began to recruit more disciples in order to replenish fresh blood, and the Tianyan Sect was of course no exception.

These things were reported to Cangwu Peak, and Qingyun, who was in charge of taking care of Fuzhi's daily life, conveyed the meaning of the head of the sect——

"Jianzun, the meaning of the sect master is that he has accepted an apprentice for you. After all, Cangwu Peak doesn't have any disciples. It's really..."

Seeing Fuzhi frowned, he hurriedly said: "The head said you should take a look first, and if you are not satisfied, send it to the main peak."

Fuzhi had a white gauze tied around his neck, he hummed, and was about to go out, then turned his head and said softly, "Follow what senior brother said."

"Where is Sword Master going?"

"Green Bamboo Mountain."

***

In the depths of the quiet bamboo grove, a man in green shirt plays chess with a piece. He has a young and handsome face, and his hair is like snow, tied up simply with a piece of red silk.

Gu Mianliang stretched out her hand, brushed off the bamboo leaves that fell on the chessboard, and said, "Ah Fu, just come here."

Fuzhi walked across to him slowly, "Little Master Uncle."

Gu Mianliang motioned him to sit down: "Why do you have time to come to my place today?"

He put away the chess pieces one by one, then raised his head to look at Fuzhi, his eyes fell on the white gauze around his neck, paused for a while, and asked in doubt, "Are you... injured?"

Fuzhi frowned slightly, "That's not it, I came to find my little uncle because of this matter."

He took off the white gauze, and the ambiguous bite marks left by Yin Lingxi on his fair skin were particularly dazzling.

Gu Mianliang's eyes paused, and the gentle smile on her lips disappeared in an instant, and the sunspot in her hand turned into powder in the blink of an eye.

Fuzhi turned his head and tugged at the collar to let him see more clearly.

With this movement, his jaw, neck, and fingers on the collar all stretched into a beautiful arc: "Little uncle, can you remove this thing?"

Gu Mianliang leaned over, pressed her fingertips on the bite mark on his skin, rubbed it, and asked softly, "Who bullied you?"

"Bullying?" Fuzhi raised his tone slightly, and asked in confusion, "Little uncle, what do you mean?"

Gu Mianliang stopped moving.

He looked down at Fuzhi's eyes, and found that although the eyes were cold, they were still as clean as before.

The killing intent in his heart subsided a little, and it was only then that he realized that the nephew he had single-handedly raised still didn't understand those messy things, but... he didn't know that he was being targeted by wolf cubs outside.

Gu Mianliang straightened her waist, "It's nothing, there is demon energy around this mark, who left it from the demon clan?"

He squinted his eyes and guessed: "In the battle half a month ago, you fought against the young emperor of the Demon Race, was it him?"

The demon clan has always respected strength, and the current young emperor of the demon clan can be said to be the real one. He has always called himself the emperor, and only few people know what his real name is.

Fuzhi nodded, "Uncle Master, is there a way to get rid of it?"

Gu Mianliang suppressed the imminent massacre thoughts in her heart, "Yes."

He took out a small celadon jar, opened it, and there was a translucent solid inside.

Gu Mianliang took out a little, and dabbed it gently on Fuzhi's neck. He leaned very close, and the snow-white hair brushed against the side of Fuzhi's face, causing an itchy feeling.

Fu Zhi tilted his head uncomfortably, "Uncle Master..."

"do not move."

The cold ointment was full of aura, and when it collided with the demonic energy at the bite mark, the pungent fragrance of the ointment completely dissipated. This thing evaporated into the eyes, and Fu Zhi's eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

Ah Ruan sighed in his consciousness: "Master, why are you hooking up with him again?"

Fuzhi was served comfortably: I like beauties, um, to use a word from other worlds in my God's Domain, this addictive behavior is called Jika.

Ah Ruan had a headache: "Aren't you afraid that you might overdo it?"

Fuzhi: Then...let's talk about it after the waves pass.

this time.

An abrupt, youthful voice broke the inexplicably charming atmosphere here——

"Please...excuse me, who is Fuzhi Sword Master from Cangwu Peak?"

The person who came was a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, with clear and handsome eyes, he smiled and looked at Fuzhi, as if he had confirmed his identity.

The young man was embarrassed, scratching his head and said: "My name is Yin Lingxi, and I am the disciple chosen by the master for you. I heard Senior Brother Qingyun said that you are here, so I wanted to come to you first."

Yin Lingxi's eyes looked reverent and expectant, and the malice in his heart blossomed into gnawing flowers.

He remembered the scene he saw when he came in just now——

The white-haired man in blue shirt bowed his head on Jianzun's neck and didn't know what he was doing. According to rumors, Jianzun was extremely indifferent and tilted his head. There was fog in his eyes, but he didn't intend to hide.

This intimacy that you love and I want... Really, it's dazzling.

Yin Lingxi ignored Gu Mianliang's gaze and met Shang Fuzhi's gaze.

He paused for a moment, and smiled brighter.