The scoundrel became the pet of the master's group

His lips moved a few times, and he was silent for a long time, not knowing what to say.

He quietly looked at the person below him for a moment, then raised the corners of his mouth, shook his head and said, "I won't regret it."

Wenfeng saved his life and pampered him in every possible way.

When they were embracing each other, Wenfeng made him swear over and over again that he would never leave in this life.

Wenfeng himself, perhaps under the same deep oath.

He understands that what Wenfeng said is true, his heart belongs to him, and there is absolutely no lie.

"I told Xining that no matter what means he used, he must find that man." The cruel voice was wrapped in a deep love, "I will definitely let him die by my hands."

"It's just that I didn't expect that before Xining found him, Yang Ning had already been slaughtered. I finally knew who it was at that time, but unfortunately he was already dead."

"I didn't even expect that you would be so angry that you completely lost your mind."

I didn't know what to say one after another, so I could only smile lightly: "I... do things impulsively, and once I get angry, I don't care about anything."

Wen Feng also chuckled a few times: "I know. You are cruel and aggressive. Your usual obedience and obedience are all just pretending."

One after another, the corners of his mouth turned up and he shook his head: "It's pretending to them, but not to you."

"That day you were so angry that you didn't even know who your enemy was, so you held a sword and wanted to seek revenge, but no one would persuade you. I had no choice but to knock you out and carry you back to Dust Wind temple."

"I thought that your anger would subside a little after you slept, but who would have rushed out to seek revenge when you opened your eyes."

"You have so much affection for him, it made me go crazy with jealousy. So I couldn't help it," Wen Feng hugged him, turned around suddenly, and pressed his thin and thin figure under him, "Kiss for you, like this."

The tip of the fiery tongue penetrates into the coolness, indulgently plundering the delicious taste that makes people want to stop.

It wasn't until I tasted every warmth and coolness to my heart's content that I left temporarily.

"I thought you could understand what I mean by doing this."

He took a deep breath one after another, and took another breath: "I thought that Master was reluctant to hit me, so he had to use this method to calm me down."

"How could I be willing to hurt you a little bit." Wen Feng sighed helplessly, "For all these years, no matter hinted or expressed, I kept telling you my love, but you still don't understand my heart."

"Not only did you not understand, but you also took the things that person gave you with you. I can't get rid of my anger."

No wonder Master has been unhappy since then.

I knew that he was angry one after another, but I didn't know why he was angry.

Wenfeng was not indifferent to him, but jealous.

He's really out of his mind.

Wenfeng kissed the tall nose and cool thin lips again: "Your heart is full of hatred, and your mind is restless. Forced cultivation will only make you go mad. I will not help you, avenge him."

He sighed helplessly: "But I never imagined that you would follow Ling Chengze away from Dustwind Palace and come to the third floor of Yantian after you are prohibited from practicing."

"You really..."

Gentle and elegant, he sighed again, but didn't say the daring and distressing scolding.

Eyes lowered one after another: "Master, I'm sorry. I want to find out the real culprit no matter what, and avenge them."

The handsome phoenix looked at him affectionately for a moment: "How is the investigation now?"

"I thought it was Wu Ya who did it, but he said he didn't know. There are no other clues now."

"The cultivator of the blood sect cast a spell on his heart, so he couldn't reveal the person behind it," Wen Feng raised his mouth lightly, "but it's not impossible."

Qingyan's eyes widened slightly: "Master?"

Isn't Master unwilling to help him?

Qingyue voice teased: "What does my Xu want to do, and I still don't agree?"

"There is a secret technique that can directly search the soul and find the memory in his spiritual platform beyond the heart demon oath." Hearing the rumors, he preached: "It can only be used against opponents whose cultivation level is much lower than mine. Gao, this condition can be met. He will die after the soul search, and this doesn't matter."

One after another, he silently slandered: To say that a Nascent Soul cultivator's cultivation is far lower than his own, really doesn't know how to be modest.

He frowned and said, "But he has already been killed by Ling Chengze."

"It doesn't matter. As long as there is a talisman that has been connected with his heart and blood, he can also cast spells. But it can only be cast once, and the magic weapon will be destroyed."

One after another, I don't care whether a heavenly magic weapon will be damaged.Even if the magic weapon is a priceless treasure that can be handed down to other monks for use, it is not his.

"It's not too late, Master, we..."

"Master?"

"Wenfeng." Gently pushed the people on him one after another, "Let's go to Ling Chengze and ask, where is that man's magic weapon?"

"Ah Xu." Wen Feng jokingly smiled, implying something, "You have the heart to let me go out like this now?"

The hot high-spirited pressed tightly against his body, startled one after another: "It's still daytime."

He had just rested for a day, and his body hadn't recovered yet.

"Isn't it suitable for a little devil to be promiscuous in the daytime?" The scorching smile was filled with satisfaction and confusion, "No? You have the heart to let me suffer like this all the time?"

After a few breaths of silence, he nodded his chin slightly.

With the master's consent, he drove straight in with high spirits, rampaging and bullying in the fascinating Taoyuan Wonderland.

……

Wenfeng, this sanctimonious animal!

For countless times one after another, the desire to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors arose, and he even wanted to blatantly yell out the curse in his heart.

Unfortunately, his throat was dry and hoarse, and he was too tired to speak a word.

It wasn't until the second day, when the sun was rising, that he gritted his teeth and kicked the animal feebly, and got up from the bamboo courtyard that covered the sky and the ground.

"Ah Xu," the well-dressed beast brazenly and confidently said, "Do you prefer to be inside or outside? Above or below?"

A dead face appeared one after another, and they looked at each other coldly: "Get lost."

If he can attain the Dao and become a great power, the first thing he should do is to kill his master to prove the Dao!

He rushed out of the mustard space angrily, and his steps stopped suddenly.

Wherever it came into view, it was scorched black, and the land that had been burned by the fire was still steaming. When the breeze blew, black dust filled the sky.

Confused one after another, in my impression, before entering Mustard Seed, wasn't there a remote mountain and old forest outside?

Just as he was wondering, a shadow of golden red flames appeared instantly, and the gloomy eyebrows and eyes suddenly cleared up when he saw him, but then he took a breath, and the clouds were clouded again.

Thin lips slightly raised: "Chengze, you came just in time, I was going to find you."

Ling Chengze glanced at Wenfeng bitterly, and when he turned to Lianlian, he lowered his eyebrows and sighed helplessly: "What's wrong?"

"That Bloodborn Nascent Soul, where is his talisman now, do you know?" He was suddenly unaware of his low mood, and with a bit of agitation, he quickly told Wenfeng that he could find the real culprit through the magic weapon. out.

Ling Chengze squinted at Wen Feng thoughtfully: "Where did you learn such a spell? From Liu Changji's family?"

He had never heard of such a spell.I don't know if it is Liu Changji's family tradition.

Wen Feng raised his mouth, noncommittal.

The flamboyant attitude made Ling Chengze instantly angry again.

For so many years, he has always been slightly better than the opponent. He never thought that one day, a bad move would make this despicable and shameless villain so arrogant.

If it wasn't for success, for Xue Songyu, he would never have told him.

Resisting the anger of wanting to draw swords to fight with Wenfeng, he said one after another: "It's with me. Follow me back to the Lingxiao sect."

The three of them arrived at the Lingxiao faction in a magic golden chariot.

Ling Chengze's followers had already held the magic weapon and waited for a long time.

The magic weapon used by the Blood Sect Yuanying to drive monsters is a bone flute.

Hearing the wind, he pointed to the sword, and drew a few spells on the magic weapon with his fingers. In an instant, the bright red blood that was about to drip flourished, and a layer of light curtain was projected in the air.

"This is the content of the heart spell." He raised his chin towards the light curtain, "He cannot reveal what is on the light curtain to anyone."

The light curtain existed for an extremely short time, the bloody light disappeared suddenly, and the precious heavenly magic weapon lost its aura in an instant, turning into a tattered mortal thing without any power.

They only had time to take a look at it one after another, but the situation on the light curtain has been deeply imprinted in their minds.

That's one person.He has a long beard, long eyebrows, dark eyes, slender cheeks and prominent cheekbones. He has the appearance of an evil monk in the storybook.

This cultivator, who can be seen to be vicious and vicious just by looking at his face, is the one who gave the Blood Sect cultivator the secret method of controlling beasts and let him attack Yang Ning.

Yan Jue frowned: "Who is this person?"

"Taoist Quhai." The two voices spoke in unison, scrambling to explain one after another.

"A person from the previous generation. He was already a Nascent Soul before I was born." Ling Chengze spoke arrogantly, contemptuously, "However, when I broke through to the Nascent Soul, his cultivation didn't improve much."

"Not long after that, my realm far surpassed his."

What he wants to know one after another is not how talented Xingyan Mojun is, how fast he is enlightened, he just wants to know where this Qu Hai is now.

"He was also the first peak master of the Blood Sect." Wen Feng's gentle tone was also slightly contemptuous, "It's a pity that with his aptitude, the Nascent Soul has already reached the peak of the initial stage, and there will be no breakthrough for hundreds of years. The Nascent Soul's defeat gave way to the positions of Peak Master and Demon Lord."

Ling Chengze rushed to talk again: "After he lost his power, he should have made a name in the Blood Sect. He hid in some deep mountain and old forest and dared not meet people. Before I got the title of Demon Lord, his name had gradually ceased to be mentioned."

A Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator who was once famous in Xia Tian but was gradually forgotten by the world.

"Although the lifespan of a monk is long, it is not infinite. If one's cultivation stagnates for a long time, he will also slowly grow old until he dies. At the initial stage of the Nascent Soul, if he does not accidentally fall midway, he will have a lifespan of about a thousand years."

At a high level, one can live for thousands of years.If you are lucky enough to break through the realm of transforming gods, you can reach the end of the road, reach the sky and realize the Tao, and live the same life as the heaven and the earth.

"Once a monk starts to grow old, he will have run out of fuel." Wen Feng said, "Xu, you see that he is very old now, and he doesn't have many days to live."

One after another indifferently asked: "Not long, how long?"

Ling Chengze said indifferently: "Even if we rely on pills to survive, it will only last a hundred years at most."

They clenched their fists one after another.century?He wants this person to die right now.

Wenfeng gently pulled his fingers away, clasping his fingers together: "Let's go, let's go find him."

The three hurried to the blood sect.As soon as they reached the mountain gate, a group of monks drew their swords and blocked the door nervously, as if they were facing an enemy.

"Xing Yan, what are you doing here again?!" The Blood Sect Sect Master and several Nascent Soul Peak Masters stared at him with anger and hatred.

Some time ago, the Sun Star Flame Demon Lord took several subordinates and forcibly entered the Blood Sect, killing many Jindan monks and a Nascent Soul.

The members of the blood sect were furious, but they couldn't beat Xing Yan, and they were afraid of him, so they could only grit their teeth and swallow the anger.

Unexpectedly, after more than a month, this person ran to the door of the blood sect again with arrogance.

"Jiechen?!" Seeing the Daoist Juechen who was with Xingyan, the lord of the Blood Sect became even more frightened: "What are you doing in the realm of the Demon Sect again?!"

Ling Chengze avoided answering, but said arrogantly: "Where is that old man Qu Hai? Take me to find him."

Although the sect master of the blood sect was a little afraid of him, the aura of the master of the sect remained undiminished: "How do I know where Qu Hai is! He left here decades ago and said he was going to find a place to retreat. People in the blood sect have been here for a long time. Never seen him."

He wholeheartedly wanted to send these two uninvited guests away and let them leave quickly: "Qu Hai is not in the Blood Sect, and I don't know where he is. You go look elsewhere!"

Ling Chengze sneered: "How does this seat know, whether what you said is true."

"Let me go in and search for myself. If I can't find anyone, I will leave."

The blood sect master was furious: "Ridiculous! How can my blood sect allow you to come whenever you want, if you want..."

"Don't say you are a little blood sect," Ling Chengze interrupted the other party directly, and sneered arrogantly, "In the whole summer, and even the whole Jiuchongtian, where is this seat that I am not free to come and go as I like?"

He was careless and casual, walking forward. The monks of the Blood Sect held swords in their hands, but they did not dare to attack him, and retreated step by step in fear and anger.

He was held tightly by Wenfeng one after another, and followed behind Demon Monarch Xingyan.

The two great masters strutted about with their eyes high and no one in their eyes, they treated a sect with Nascent Soul as their back garden and ran rampant.

He is a Jindan elementary level, with many hostile eyes, he can't laugh or cry.

There is nothing better than a fox pretending to be a tiger.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and a wisp of green smoke descended from the sky and turned into a human figure, a monk wearing a Taoist robe of Yuheng Sect.

The Blood Sect belonged to the Yuheng Sect, and when they saw this person, they thought that Lord Wuya had sent a helper, and they were immediately overjoyed.

Unexpectedly, the cultivator of the Yuheng Sect handed over a scroll to the suzerain of the blood sect arrogantly, with an unruly expression: "The suzerain's will for you."

As soon as the voice fell, he walked away.

The Patriarch of the Blood Sect turned black and blue in an instant, and hastily unfolded the scroll to check.

After scanning the content, he turned his anger into joy again, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, and said to Xingyan and Juechen: "The Demon Monarch Wuya has something to tell you."

One after another, he frowned slightly: What kind of tricks does Wu Ya plan to come up with?

The other party read out Wu Ya's original words:

"I do a good deed every day. Today's good deed is to help you save the world and save Qu Hai from the sea of ​​suffering."

"Xing Yan, let me do a little favor for you as well. I hope you can seize the opportunity and regain your beauty."

Wuya Mojun ordered the Blood Sect to hand over Taoist Quhai to Wenfeng.However, the second sentence, as soon as you hear it, you know it is not a good thing.

Wen Feng, with a bit of indifference, smiled gently at Chao Lian: "Let's go, let's go to Qu Hai first."

He glanced at Ling Chengze one after another, curious about what Wu Ya was going to do, and Ling Chengze was the same.

It's a pity that Wu Ya will only tell Xing Yan alone, he has no choice but to follow a blood sect monk and enter the mountain gate first.

The golden red figure stood with arms folded, impatiently waiting to hear the wind and leave first.

As the two walked away, Ling Chengze frowned, impatiently urging: "Fart, let go."

The suzerain of the Blood Sect smiled bitterly: "The Lord Wuya asked me to hand over two things to you."

He took out two brocade boxes from the Qiankun bag tied to the golden belt of the scroll.

"This box contains ecstasy powder. What's in this box is Qingxin Pill. They're all from the Acacia Sect under your command. Lord Wuya said, you know how to use them."

The arrogant and handsome facial features suddenly froze.

Ling Chengze understood Wu Ya's meaning, this shameless trick actually shook his mind instantly.

Wenfeng relied on ecstasy to scatter, and was able to deceive one after another.He can also use ecstasy powder one after another to get the person he misses.

Not to mention Qingxin Dan.

As long as you feed the female pill into Lianlian's mouth, Lianlian will actively seek him from now on, and he will never be able to leave him in this life.

It only takes a second, and no one has time to stop him. He can snatch people away in front of Wenfeng's face.

The insolent deep brows and eyes were cast a shadow by the sun, showing a bit of coldness and ruthlessness.

Even though he knew in his heart that Wu Ya should not lead him by the nose, Ling Chengze still couldn't control himself with a sweep of his sleeves and pocketed the two brocade boxes.

Following the Blood Sect monks one after another, they passed through the main peak where the high pavilion stands next to them, and walked up the small path with many twists and turns. After walking for half an hour, they finally came to a deserted mountain.

Although this place is located in the blood sect territory, the location is extremely remote, and few disciples from the blood sect sect come here.

With the sound of jackdaws, the clouds and mist were closed, and the atmosphere was desolate, like a prison.

"Elder Qu Hai lives here." The disciple leading the way called him an elder, but his attitude was not respectful.

He pointed to a side hall in front of him, a house in disrepair, mottled and dilapidated, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a ruined temple.

"Since it is the will of the Demon Lord Wuya, please help him to be transformed into him, so that he can escape from the sea of ​​suffering."

After speaking, he left directly.

Unbelievable one after another, eyes slightly widened.After all, he is still a Nascent Soul, living in this place?It looked much dilapidated than the bamboo courtyard on the side peak of Lingyuan where he used to live.

The gentle and elegant voice smiled in his ear: "Although Qu Hai was once a powerful party, he is no longer what he used to be. He is called an elder in the Blood Sect and has no status at all."

Qu Hai was robbed of power by his disciples in the past, and he lived here alone without any attention, as if he was locked in a cold palace.Many disciples of the younger generation didn't even know that there was such a senior in the Blood Sect.

After giving indifferent "hmm" one after another, he opened the door and walked into the ruined temple.He wants to see this enemy with his own eyes.

The furnishings in the room were simple, with a bed, a table and a stool. A monk with a long beard and long eyebrows was sitting on the futon with his eyes closed.

He has an old face, without any charitable appearance, his protruding cheekbones are covered with a thin layer of flesh, and his expression is gloomy, which makes people feel unhappy at first glance.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Qu Hai slowly opened his eyes, and Sen Han's eyes flashed a hint of madness.

"Who is the junior, report your name."

They laughed one after another.He was like this, and he was still living in the old dream of the glory of the past, thinking that he was still a powerful Demon Lord, putting on a laughable and generous air.

Qingrun's voice was cold and cold: "You instigated Yang Ning's matter?"

Qu Hai was furious: "A mere Jindan, dare to talk to me like this!"

A gust of wind blew, and the skinny palm shaped like a ghost's claw attacked the opponent with a heavy and dead air.

His eyes narrowed one after another, and without giving an inch, he raised his sword and stabbed straight at Qu Hai's palm.

He was bent on revenge, and he only had the light of the sword and the fragrance of the shadow of the sword in his eyes, and there was no way to retreat or avoid it.

The tip of the Yinliang sword turned cold, but it didn't face the opponent directly.

A dazzled streamer was one step ahead of him, chasing the wind and lightning and quickly attacked Qu Hai, piercing the bony palm.

The powerful sword energy knocked back the opponent for several feet, and the radiant flying sword firmly nailed the dead branch-like palm to the wall.

"Axu," Wen Feng hugged him tightly, sighed helplessly, "Why are you acting impulsively again, regardless of the consequences?"

"Although Qu Hai is dying, he is still a primary Nascent Soul."

It's not that Jindan's cultivation base can deal with it.

He lowered his eyelids one after another and remained silent.

Wenfeng sighed again, the obedient yet stubborn appearance of his beloved made his heart so soft that there was nothing wrong with it.

He hooked his jaw lightly, tasted it on his cold and delicious thin lips, and said softly: "Go ask now, with me here, no one can hurt you."

One after another came out smoothly: "Thank you, Master."

Then he turned to Qu Hai, and asked again in a cold voice: "You instigated Yang Ning's matter? Why did you do this?"

The sharp pain from the pierced palm spread along the blood vessels all over his body, Qu Hai broke out in a cold sweat, but slowly spit out vicious resentment towards Wenfeng: "When I am in the midst of the hot weather, you are still in the mother's womb, what right do you have?" ..."

Wen Feng had a thought, and a flying sword made the sound of breaking the wind again, blatantly piercing the opponent's other arm, suspending Qu Hai in mid-air like a torture rack.

All the unspoken venom and curses were stuck in his throat.

The heart-piercing pain made Qu Hai no longer dare to speak harshly, and he answered successive questions in a sinister manner.

Not long ago, the Peak Lord of the Blood Sect Yu Beast happened to pass by here.

Before he became a Nascent Soul, Qu Hai once mentioned a few words to him, and the two of them had a bit of a sweetheart.

"He is very respectful to me. I saw that he encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation, and I happened to have a copy of the secret method of controlling beasts that I accidentally obtained many years ago, so I gave him this exercise."

That exercise was obtained by Qu Hai when he was still the Demon Venerable.He used to be an all-powerful, powerful man who responded to everyone, even now he has not stepped out of the glory of the past.

It had been a long time since anyone regarded him as a Demon Lord again, and the Peak Master of the Blood Sect treated him respectfully. He was overjoyed immediately, and gave the other party the secret technique that had been lost due to falling into his hands.

The Peak Master of the Blood Sect was also overjoyed, and couldn't wait to find a place to try.

They asked coldly one after another: "Why did you choose Yang Ning?"

Qu Hai smiled subduedly: "I can call the wind and call the rain, and I am omnipotent, even mere mortals and a few casual cultivators in the mortal world dare to be disrespectful to me!"

"I want to kill chickens and monkeys, and let the world see, this is the end of annoying me."

Whether it was the Blood Sect or the entire Yantian Demon Sect, the young monks had no idea that there was such a Demon King as him.

And Star Flame Demon Monarch and other great powers who command the Demon Sect regard him as an outdated joke.

He had been to a mortal town on the first floor of Yantian a few years ago, and even mortals only regarded him as a bad old man and looked at him coldly.

He held a grudge for this, and took advantage of this opportunity to let that blood sect monk massacre the city to vent his anger on himself.

They gave him a cold look one after another.

This man is completely insane.He also felt that he was the Demon Lord Quhai that everyone feared, and everyone should bow their knees in front of him as before.

But how could mortals and mortal cultivators know him.

Not to mention him as an old antique from hundreds of years ago, even if Wen Feng and Ling Chengze went to Yangning, mortals and casual cultivators in the mortal world would not know that they are powerful and powerful in the cultivation world.

However, Qu Hai has been distorted in his heart, and he is brooding over this matter.He held grudges against those people, and sat here alone for several years, thinking about them often, making him even more resentful.

There are his enemies in Yangning City, so he wants to let the whole city be buried with him.

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Misunderstanding Little Theater

There is no misunderstanding, one after another is an evil disciple who wants to kill his teacher every day (.

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The city I live in has just been downgraded to a low-risk area, and I can go out of the city, but the epidemic broke out in other places...

The days are too difficult, I hope the sisters are safe every day