The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

Master and the three of them killed the Daoist girl Nascent Soul to stand up for themselves, out of emotion and reason, they should all salute and say "thank you" one after another.

However, a strange cold feeling suddenly rose from his heart, his eyebrows frowned involuntarily, and the bone-piercing chill enveloped his whole body.

The sense of oppression forced him to freeze in place, all words were choked in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

The master is noble and cold, and the figure of Xia Ziyue Yun is lingering with the coldness that hurts the soul.

Huantian Daojun's spiritual pressure is violent, and his fierce sword energy and killing intent make people tremble with fear.

Even Ling Chengze, who used to be a thief and knocked over his window, making him feel a little stupid for doing things inexplicably, had a gloomy, cruel and creepy look.

What happened to them in the demon realm, so angry and displeased?

Or... is this the true attitude of these peerless powers?

...he had never seen their true colors before?

Not only one after another, all the monks stood there dumbfounded.

The oppressive coercion of the flourishing age also made them breathless.

Only the elusive demon king lightly pinched his nose and whispered jokes to Succession: "Cheng Ze is very angry now."

One after another: "..."

He can see this, so he doesn't need to say it again.

The body of the Taoist female venerable was pierced by Juechen Daojun's flying sword, like a public punishment for killing chickens and monkeys, hanging high in the air, which is horrifying to watch.

After a long while, Feijian pulled away from her body without a sound, and flew back to Daojun Juechen.

The body of the female venerable fell straight down from the sky in an instant, and there was a loud bang when it fell into the mud, pulling everyone back to God.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what to say to break the dull atmosphere.

Suddenly, the slightly hoarse voice of Xingyan Mojun asked coldly: "Who are his disciples? Do you cut off the meridians yourself, or should I do it myself?"

"Xing Yan, you are making too much of a fuss." A sect of Nascent Soul frowned.

They were aware of everything, even if the cause was that the fellow daoist was coquettish and domineering and planned to bully Juechen's apprentice, the situation would not be so serious that he would die.

The three of them directly took her life without saying a word. We have known each other for many years, so it would be too heartless to take action.

Ling Chengze turned a deaf ear to it, and looked coldly at the Golden Core cultivator thrown out by the Acacia Sect Master, and then walked slowly towards a group of cultivators wearing the same Taoist robes as her.

"Xing Yan!" Daoist Yuanying said with anger, although these disciples are not his disciples, they are members of the Daoist sect, how could a demon cultivator slaughter them in front of so many Daoist cultivators.

Just as he took a step, another figure stood in front of him three feet away.

Lang Yin was arrogant and cold: "Are you going to help them?"

"Huantian, why don't you even know who is right?" Daoist Yuanying didn't expect that Huantian was standing on the same path as Xingyan Demon Lord, he looked around guiltily and annoyed.

The Taoists around were silent.They are all the same as him, knowing that they are not Huantian's opponents, and at this moment, they are not willing to stand up for fellow daoists from other factions and offend this killing god.

In the boundless and endless silence, only the Demon King whispered in Lian Yue's ear, "This one is also very angry."

They were left speechless one after another.He could see it too.

Can this incomprehensible demon king stop talking nonsense and tell him the reason why they are so angry.

Huantian Daojun's ruthless coercion at this moment is very different from what he has seen before, and he is not the same person at all.

Seeing that no one paid any attention to him, Daoist Yuanying turned his eyes to Juechen with a embarrassed expression.

Juechen is not as unkind as the two of them, and rarely does it himself.Discuss with him, maybe there is still room for things to turn around.

With a glance, his eyes froze suddenly.

Taoist Juechen raised his head in awe, his robes fluttering and he walked slowly towards the crowd.

He pointed and pinched the sword formula, his figure didn't move much, a flying sword turned into a stream of light, his heart moved at will, and he ran amok among the disciples of the Taoist female venerable.

The shadow of the sword was as bright as colorful clouds and clouds, silently piercing into the heart of a Jindan cultivator. After piercing the heart with a sword, it flew out from behind her, easily killing all the disciples under the empress' sect like needles.

The cold wind blew past, the thick blood not only did not dissipate, but spread with the wind and enveloped the surroundings, mixed with the biting cold air, penetrated into the internal organs, and froze the heart.

The crowd under the Leng Yan Han tree was dead silent, and even the vegetation fluctuating with the wind did not dare to make any slight sound.

The shimmering water shadows of the water and the sky are smudged and the blood flows into a river. It is difficult to distinguish where is the sky and where is the ground. The boundary between blood and water is blurred.

The demon king still whispered in successive ears and teased: "Your master respects him..."

His brows were slightly wrinkled one after another, and fine cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

The master is furious at this moment, there is no need for the demon king to tell him.

It's not that he has never seen a gentle and elegant master who is occasionally displeased and angry.

Ten days ago, he had angered Master so much that Lei Ting was furious.

But he had never seen such a creepy Sen Han on his master.

What exactly did Master encounter in the Demon Realm?Why did those three people come out at the same time, all thundering and furious?

Taoist Juechen walked slowly, step by step to dissipate the chill all over his body.

When he walked to his side, the lingering cold air dissipated, and he turned back to the gentle and warm Taoist Juechen like the spring breeze in March.

"Ah Xu." And pointing to the sword, the long fingers suddenly relaxed, and gently caressed Ruyu's cheek in front of him.

Yayin smiled softly: "When did you come out? Have you been waiting for a long time?"

He never mentioned the matter of talent, as if nothing happened.

They took half a step sideways one after another, and bowed respectfully: "It won't be long, the master is safe and sound, and the disciples can rest assured."

The long and strong fingers were empty, pausing for a moment in the void.

After a few breaths, the same slight sneer that seemed to be there was withdrawn together.

The demon king was at the side again at the right time, deliberately teasing as if he was different from the world: "I have been waiting for you for a long time, almost two hours."

He added: "Liu Lian was the first to escape from the inner demon realm, and he came out in less than a quarter of an hour."

"He also mistook me for a monster and cut me off with a sword."

One after another, his eyes were slightly opened, completely unable to understand why the demon king, who was so unpredictable, reported all the meaningless situations to his master one by one.

Taoist Juechen was silent for a moment, then pulled his arm as if nothing happened, and said softly, "Are you tired? Keep going, or find a place to rest?"

The red flame figure of the Star Flame Demon Lord suddenly lay between the two of them.

He and Juechen looked at each other sternly, and when they turned their heads, they looked at Luan with a light and joyful look, and they were completely different from Fang Cai.

Daoist Huantian also came over at this time.

He glanced at the timepiece, with an arrogant yet warm smile on the corner of his mouth, and said to one after another: "It's still early, I'll go for a walk with you."

Just now, the three of them didn't mention a word.

The cold and hostile energy dissipated, and if it wasn't for the river of blood that was still flowing slowly on the ground, the bloody smell permeated the air, and one after another it suddenly occurred to him that everything he saw just now was an illusion in the inner demon realm, and he hadn't actually escaped.

The tip of her clear eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the corners of her delicate mouth slightly raised.

If a few people don't say anything, he has no right to ask ignorantly.

The corners of his eyes drooped slightly, and he followed the master obediently and respectfully again, and strolled up the luxuriant mountain path.

The group of monks who surrounded them dispersed in an instant, and the strange scenery of Liancang Mountain seemed to be empty with only five of them.

Except for the phantom monsters that can draw out the inner demons, in the eyes of several powerful people, all monsters are not to be feared.

The few people strolling in the courtyard is like going on a green hike, sneering and sarcastic all the way, arguing endlessly tit for tat, the atmosphere is strange, and there is a kind of harmony between movement and tranquility.

But one after another, there was always an indescribable feeling that the three of them were slightly different from before they entered the Inner Demon Realm.

It's just that this inexplicable thought was quickly interrupted by other things.

He just asked out of curiosity: Will he meet phantom monsters again, and was immediately ridiculed by several powerful people.

The person who couldn't get rid of his anger along the way turned into himself secretly grinding his teeth.

He couldn't help suspecting that Master brought him to Mount Liancang mostly for the purpose of teasing himself.

***

There are also day and night in the secret world.

Two moons, one red and one white, hang high above the head, the night wind fluctuates from hot to cold, and ghosts and wolves howl with the wind, which makes people shudder.

The dark night of Liancang Mountain is full of dangers, making countless monks tremble with fear, but it is not affected at all.

He is the unscrupulous second-generation ancestor of the Yantian Realm, and he has a master who is profound, omnipotent and dotes on him in every possible way.

He entered the mustard space.The bamboo grove is secluded with wind and flowing water, the courtyard of the small bridge building is bright and the moon is in the sky, the world is quiet and peaceful, and you can relax and relax.

——Except for the three uninvited, peerless powers who had to be squeezed into Juechen Daojun's magic weapon for some reason.

"You don't have your own magic weapon of space?" asked Ling Chengze indifferently one after another.

Ling Chengze was overwhelmed, frivolous and arrogant: "Yes. It's much better than Wenfeng here. Shall I take you there?"

One after another with indifferent faces: don't go.

He couldn't understand at all why the other party stayed here since he despised it.

Ling Chengze and his master have known each other for hundreds of years, and the relationship between enemies and friends is delicate.He didn't know how the two got along in private in the past.But at this moment, he only wanted to send the devil away respectfully.

In the future, he will show respect and respect to this famous and powerful demon king.

Ling Chengze babbled wildly for a long time, and he was worried, afraid that the other party would let Master know about the fact that the two often met late at night.

Uneasy during the day, I thought I could relax a bit at night, but the other party and the master still got together.

He glanced at the demon king, hoping that the demon king would be kind enough to help out once.

The demon king, who is equally unpredictable in species and mind, and loves to join in the fun, is sitting on the carved railing of the Red Bridge, catching fish lazily, motionless and oblivious to external affairs.

Anyway, I sit still and fish like a mountain, can't I go back to my magic world to fish?

One after another, they turned their gazes to the bamboo forest next to them.

Daoist Huantian leaned on the bamboo with his arms folded, his posture was arrogant and unrestrained, he stared at him intently, his scalp numb with his dark eyes.

Sword Master Yantian never sees outsiders. He regards the master's place as his own, and regards the master's things as his own.

Master has such a close friend who doesn't distinguish between each other, and he dare not have any opinions one after another, but can you stop staring at him.

He is definitely not a villain who has unreasonable thoughts about his master.

The eyes of the two collided in the air, Taoist Huantian raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled with unknown meaning, and quickly looked away one after another, turning his head to the other side.

Taoist Juechen walked up to him, held him half in his arms, and played with Qingsi with his fingertips.

"Ah Xu, I heard from the Demon King that the demon you saw was yourself?"

With a soft word, the two deep eyes locked on his body became more serious.

The demon king's back still didn't move. I don't know if he didn't hear it, or he didn't care.

Daoist Huantian sneered, "Still so determined."

Xingyan Mojun didn't say a word, waiting for the next sentence.

The sharp and beautiful jaw nodded slowly.

The slightly protruding phoenix eyes at the corners of the eyes concealed the gloom that flashed by, and the clear and gentle voice asked lightly, "Why isn't he the one you want to be a Taoist companion?"

A gust of cold wind blows in from nowhere, pouring in from all directions, disturbing the fish swimming in the water with Songtao Bamboo Tune.

This time, the Demon King turned around abruptly, looked at Ling Chengze playfully, and reminded him loudly with good intentions: "Chengze, I want to get married one after another. I'm sure I won't be able to drink your wedding wine."

Ling Chengze's complacent and arrogant smile froze instantly.

With a high nose and deep eyes, the bamboo leaves cast thick shadows on the indistinguishable thick eyebrows.

Feng Han glanced at Liu Changji, and he knew it from the look on his face.

Ling Chengze had never heard of this matter before, and a burning flame of jealousy suddenly ignited, but after hearing the two words Wenfeng asked just now, he instantly understood the other party's intentions.

Clenching his long fingers under the sleeve robe, he held back his jealousy and anger, his eyes were tightly locked, and he didn't say a word to disturb him.

When hearing Master's words, there was a sudden shock in my heart one after another.

Ever since Master Jinkou said that he would not pursue this matter any more, he never asked about it again.

He didn't expect to mention it suddenly at this time, which caught him off guard and his clothes were wet with sweat.

In the Demonic Realm, he saw himself with a lively expression, and also saw the dead person with a blurred face.

I didn't see Xue Qiaozhi with cold eyes and cold face.

If the inner demon turned into Xue Qiaozhi, he would stab the sword without hesitation, and let out a mouthful of the evil spirit accumulated in his daily swallowing.

It's a pity he didn't see that infuriating face.

Jingjing pursed her thin lips slightly, and insisted on the lie: "Master, I really just said it casually that day. There is really no one."

"There is no one in your heart, how can you see people in the inner demon realm?"

"There is no one in my heart." Liu Changji laughed a few times, laughing at others as well as himself.

Juechen Daojun lowered his phoenix eyes slightly, covering up the flickering cold light, and smiled softly: "No, wouldn't it be better."

Yayin lightly said: "Tell me, what did you do in the inner demon realm?"

Master's expression was dignified and elegant, as usual, he let out a sigh of relief one after another.

He looked happy and calm, and his tone was calm and calm: "The heart demon wanted to trick me into dual cultivation with him, but I killed him with a single sword."

Another gust of cold wind blows, the sound of bamboo leaves rinsing, and the pleasant ticking sound of swimming fish.

Qingyan eyes looked around suspiciously, what's wrong?What expressions do these people have?

The silence lasted for a while, and Liu Changji suddenly laughed a few times, and then sighed helplessly.

Facing Leng Yu, who is ruthless, desireless and heartless, ignorant of human love, even the demons can't do anything about it.

The demon king also laughed loudly: "Although you are boring, you make me feel very interesting."

One after another: "..."

Are you complimenting him or scolding him?I didn't understand at all.

Ling Chengze pondered for a moment, and the arrogance of his brows was beaming again.

"I thought you'd always abandoned me."

They were silent one after another.Can this guy stop talking crazy?

Taoist Juechen sighed gently, and then softly said with concern: "It's getting late, go to the house earlier to rest."

After worrying for a day, I finally got a night's respite, and strode towards the bamboo house one after another as if I had been granted an amnesty.

After taking two steps, he suddenly realized that the situation was not right. Why did these people stand still?

"Master?" He suddenly turned his head and asked doubtfully, "There is only one room?"

Daoist Juechen didn't answer, and after a few breaths, Yao Dynasty answered his doubts: "This mustard space looks small, but it can be shrunk and expanded at will, and there are as many rooms as you want."

He looked around again, smiled playfully, and said nothing.

One after another, I became more puzzled, since the room was not a problem, why the few people stood still.

"I..." Ling Chengze said in a low voice, "I can meditate outside."

He glanced at Wenfeng bitterly again: "He can't go in either."

"The same goes for Liu Changji."

Although I don't know what happened to these three people, but they couldn't enter the house alone one after another, leaving the three of them outside.

If Ling Chengze missed something out of his mouth, he might be able to come up with some excuses to confuse the matter of the late-night private meeting between the two.

He's not here, what should Ling Chengze say to his master in nonsense?

He wanted to send a voice transmission to the other party to remind him not to talk nonsense.He was also afraid that the master's keen inspiration would intercept his voice transmission.

Wink?

Master and Daoist Huantian never took their eyes off of him, revealing his secrets whenever he moved.

We can only hope that Ling Chengze knows what he knows?

"If Master does not enter the house, I will also stay in the courtyard to meditate with Master."

In such a situation, he couldn't sleep with peace of mind, it would be better if everyone was together so that he could interrupt some people's indiscriminate words in time.

Daoist Juechen's eyes darkened, and after a few breaths, he smiled softly and said, "Xu, I still have something to talk to them about."

The demon king stretched leisurely, jumped off the bridge railing, and walked to Lian Lian's side: "Ignore them, let's go into the house and sleep."

Ling Chengze gave him a sideways glance: "Old monster, you can't enter the house either."

The demon king pointed at himself: "Me too?"

But he didn't say any more, and took a few steps back to sit on the bamboo chair in the courtyard.

What kind of charades are these people playing?

Confused and apprehensively peeking at several people one after another, his eyes were caught again, so he had to withdraw them quickly.

"Axu," Taoist Juechen raised his mouth and teased, "Could it be that I can't sleep alone? Want to sleep with you as a teacher?"

Turning around instantly one after another, striding into the room.

He bathed and changed his clothes, lay on the high bed, and kept listening to the movement outside with pointed ears.

It's a pity, I don't know if there is a special isolation circle in the room, or the voices of several people are too low, or they didn't speak at all, and there is no sound coming from the courtyard.

There was something in the room that exuded the same calming fragrance as in Master's bedroom.Although it is not as strong as incense, it can also cause people to fall asleep after a long time.

It didn't take long before he became drowsy and fell into a half-dream and half-awake state.It seemed like I had a nightmare but didn't realize it.

When he woke up in a daze the next day, pillars of molten gold light had shone through the large window.

He hurriedly dressed and left the room.

In the courtyard, Daoist Juechen and Daoist Huantian sat facing each other and played chess, and Mojun Xingyan got a reclining chair from somewhere, and lay on his side reading a book.

The demon king was also lying flat on a reclining chair. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he lazily stood up and yawned.

On a sunny and lazy morning in spring, four handsome people are among dragons and phoenixes, set against the backdrop of the luxurious and elegant bamboo forest courtyard, it should be a picture-like scene with exquisite beauty and ethereal spirit.

One after another, for some unknown reason, I felt something creepy and weird, but I couldn't tell what the problem was.

A hand dangled in front of his eyes, pulling back his restless thoughts.

Demon Dynasty he smiled: "Did you sleep well last night?"

The corners of his mouth were raised casually one after another, and he gave a perfunctory smile.

The Demon King asked casually: "Chengze, the three of us go first? Or should we wait for the two of them to finish playing chess?"

"Of course I'll go first and wait for them to do something." Ling Chengze put the book in his sleeve pocket.

He glanced sideways one after another, and there was a trace of indescribable unnaturalness in his seemingly calm demeanor.

As soon as the words fell, the two of them, who were so focused on the chess game, got up in an instant.

Taoist Juechen smiled warmly at him: "Xu, let's go."

"Master and Huantian Daojun can't play chess anymore?"

"Let's continue playing at night." Taoist Huantian smiled arrogantly, and there was something in his words, "I have been playing this game of chess with Wenfeng for many years, and the outcome will be hard to tell."

I didn't know why one after another, but nodded obediently in a daze, and followed the master out of the mustard space.

Liancang Mountain is the highest level and most dangerous high-level secret realm in Yantian Realm. The mountain is steep and stretches for thousands of miles, vast and vast.

Following several great powers one after another, they walked into the forest in the mountains.

The huge trees have gnarled roots and branches, with luxuriant branches and leaves, layered upon layer to block out the sun and light.

In the deep mountains and old forests, the sun is dim and the clouds and mist surround it. Even if you try to memorize the route one after another, it is a pity that after nine bays and eighteen rounds, you completely lose your way.

He couldn't help but wonder how Master and the others knew their way.

Before he could ask any questions, and he didn't know why his thoughts were seen by others, several powerful men showed mocking expressions again.

Ling Chengze's eyebrows were still beaming, and he spoke unreservedly: "Just stay by my side."

"You will know when you reach the realm."

They gritted their teeth secretly one after another.

He had thought about it yesterday, even if Ling Chengze's attitude in front of him was still kind, he was after all a great power with profound cultivation.

The scene of the battle against the Nascent Soul cultivator yesterday was overwhelming and frightening.In the future, it's best to show a little respect for this demon king.

However, when he saw the arrogance of the other party's amiable face, he immediately thought of his appearance through the window. It was really difficult to connect him with the demon king who ruled half of the demon sect, and he could only show his disrespectful indifference.

It may be true as others said, he was spoiled by his master, a low-level golden core ant, who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth.

With the great backing of his master, he has already unconsciously developed a domineering temperament, even for the most powerful figures in Xia Tian, ​​​​he has no respect or awe at all.

He sighed silently, and a faint uneasiness slowly lingered in his heart.

A few people came to a vast forest where they didn't know where. The demon king's nose moved lightly: "There are many snakes and boas here, but unfortunately there are no dragons."

One after another, they knew the purpose of Master and others coming here, to find Jiaolong.

Without Jiao, wouldn't it be a waste of time to return empty-handed?Next time I come here, I have to wait another few decades.

"Master, since the snake turns into an anaconda, and an anaconda turns into a jiao, can you capture a snake boa with a high level of cultivation, and find a secret place where you can enter and leave at any time to make offerings like Cangwu Sect, and wait for it to turn into a jiaolong?"

As soon as the words came out, he was once again met with mocking eyes from several people.

There is no doubt in succession that the only purpose of his coming here is to entertain a few great powers.

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Misunderstanding Little Theater

1.

One after another: Master, why are they angry?

Of course it was because the lights were turned off in the small black house (.

2.

One after another: Master, why do they feel so strange?

Because they are trying their best to restrain themselves, afraid of being locked (.