The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhaoyan was taken to Lingshan by Yun Xiangyi.

Along the way, the other party walked behind Zhaoyan, keeping him completely under surveillance, so that Zhaoyan couldn't make unnecessary moves.

The two finally stopped at the foot of Lingshan Mountain, Zhaoyan looked at the familiar scene at the foot of the mountain, boulders, Lingxi, and green plants, but there was no Xiaosu.

Zhaoyan felt uncomfortable, and the corner of his mouth twitched in grievance.

Yun Xiangyi took all his expressions into his eyes and remained silent.

The patrolling Lingshan disciples changed a group, and when they saw Yun Xiangyi, they stopped and bowed: "Immortal Venerable."

Yun Xiangyi nodded slightly as a signal, and continued walking forward with Zhaoyan.

It was about to go up the mountain, it must be like Xiao Su's home, there were guards and disciples everywhere, there was no way to escape.

"Wait, wait a minute..." Zhaoyan sniffed and called the other party to stop.

Yun Xiangyi turned around.

"I think, go to the bathroom."

"There is a place for you to go to the toilet in the Spirit Hall." Yun Xiangyi's voice was extremely quiet and cold, and the snow-colored robe was floating in the wind, like a spotless god descending into the world, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through mortals all the thoughts.

Zhaoyan was afraid that Yun Xiangyi would notice his dodging eyes, so he lowered his head: "I can't hold it anymore."

When the surrounding guards heard this, they hurriedly said, "About 500 meters to the west, there is a resting place for patrolling guards, and there is a rear house next to it, which is convenient for you."

Hearing the sound, Zhaoyan quickly thanked the guard gratefully, then opened a pair of moist eyes, and cautiously looked at Shangyun Xiangyi.

Yun Xiangyi stared at the other party for a long time, seeing Zhaoyan thought that his lie had been seen through, his little face flushed red with embarrassment, and when he could no longer look directly at the other party, Yun Xiangyi finally nodded.

He slowly looked in the direction pointed by the guard, and walked over.

Zhaoyan hurriedly followed.

After the two left, the guard stared at Zhaoyan's back and frowned: "I smell the demon cultivator."

Another guard nodded: "Strange, the cultivation level is not high."

They were puzzled: "Who needs the immortal to guard at all times..."

Yun Xiangyi stood in front of the back of the house, and when he sensed the smell floating in the air with a much more sensitive sense of smell than ordinary people, his usually dull face showed a faint expression of discomfort.

He stopped and stood at a distance from the rear: "You go by yourself."

"Yeah." Zhaoyan was overjoyed, and quickly lifted up the hem of his clothes and ran towards the inside.

After entering the house, he immediately closed the door firmly, and couldn't wait to take out sugar packets and sour plum packets from his sleeves.

Zhaoyan put all the plums into the sugar bag, wiped off the marks left by the plums on the paper, bitten his finger and used his own blood to write a letter to Xiao Su on the oiled paper.

He doesn't know how to summon spells, and he doesn't know how to send letters well.

But he wants to give it a try. If Xiao Su is alive, he must be waiting for news from him...

After pondering for a long time, only one word was written on the paper, LingShan.

After completing these, Zhao Yan began to try to use spiritual power to turn it into fog.

Yun Xiangyi stayed in place for a long time, and the evil spirit with very little spiritual power that suddenly expanded in front of him made him slowly raise his eyes.

The evil spirit grew from time to time, and he repeated this about twenty times. He saw a cloud of black mist coming out from behind.

Zhaoyan finally succeeded after interviewing inside for a long time, and couldn't help showing a happy smile on his lips.

"Xiao Su will know." Zhao Yan stretched out his hand to touch his stomach, and he wanted to wait with the baby for Xiao Su to pick him up.

He adjusted his breathing, pushed open the door, wiped off the thick beads of sweat on his forehead, and walked towards the tall and straight Yun Xiangyi not far away.

The joy in the big brown eyes hadn't faded yet, the flower of hope in his heart had already budded, and Zhao Yan's footsteps were a little lighter than before.

But all of this, when he caught a glimpse of the oil paper in Yun Xiangyi's hand, instantly condensed into ice, and then shattered into debris at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Yun Xiangyi's snow-colored eyelashes drooped, and she unfolded the neatly folded oiled paper, staring at the characters made up of blood that had been smeared on the paper.

Yun Xiangyi heard the footsteps of the visitor, shifted his gaze to the other person, and handed the greased paper over: "Your."

Zhaoyan's eye circles turned red immediately, he stretched out his hand stiffly and tremblingly, and took the oil paper, the corners of his lips twitched, almost crying.

After all, he has zero experience, he is so stupid that he didn't even think of this...

In the pool of blood, a hand full of scars moved.

"Zun...shang..." His voice was hoarse, and the moment he spoke, red blood slid down the corner of his lips.

Zhexi regained consciousness from the pain, he slowly rolled his eyes and looked around.

The dazzling blood spread endlessly in the eyes, and the red curtain covering the ground was more daunting than the hopeless long night.

The corpses were all the corpses of Luomei Pavilion disciples.

Under the severe pain, memories rushed into my mind like an uncontrollable tide.

Unexpectedly, His Majesty's support this time was shorter than the war a thousand years ago.

But for more than an hour, a white light in the sky cut through the black mist in the sky.The clouds and sky reappeared, and the sun shone softly and harshly on the disciples of Luomei Hall.

The cheers of thousands of disciples of Luomei Pavilion who survived Xiao Su's evil spirit came from the surrounding area.

The tears of Zhexi, who was protected by Xiao Su with evil spirit, flowed down his face drop by drop.

He rushed over the barrier and flew towards Xiao Su's position like crazy.

The outstretched hand caught nothing but a palm of black mist.

Without Xiao Su's scorching temperature, the fog is cold...

Xiao Su's body was cut to pieces by Yun Xiangyi's long sword, and the disciples of Luomei Hall raised their weapons, attacking desperately towards the mist whose spiritual power was gradually dissipating.

Zhexi's folding fan was facing Yun Xiangyi, and it carried all his cultivation in this life.

But in the blink of an eye, before half a move, his folding fan was knocked to the ground.

He fell from the sky and fell into the attack range of Luomei Pavilion.

Later, there was a tingling pain from the skin to the bone.

Yun Xiangyi's figure gradually disappeared into the gradually blurred vision.

Vaguely, there was a fiery spiritual power wrapping his pierced body, firmly protecting him under the black mist.

Still later, the consciousness dissipated, and he fell to the ground, unable to stand up.

Memory so far.

Zhexi struggled to get up from the ground, and stood there in a daze among the dead bodies, only confusion and despair remained in his formerly cold eyes.

"My lord..." Zhexi stumbled forward, looking for the black mist belonging to Xiao Su while walking.

Slowly, the voice became louder and louder: "Your Majesty!"

It was empty and there was no response.

"Xiao Su!" Zhexi frowned gradually, and tears immediately filled his eyes.

Heartbreaking: "Xiao Su! Where are you! Come out!"

"Where are you..."

Zuo Xi's staggering body was tripped by the corpse and fell to the ground, he couldn't hold back any longer and cried out bitterly.Tears crawled all over his face, staining the cold and clean face that looked down on anyone.

He lay on the ground, lost the strength to get up, and his shoulders trembled from crying.The peach blossoms in the corners of his eyes have faded, and he no longer looks so lofty.

"You haven't avenged yet...Xiao Su..."

Amidst the sound of sobbing, a dense black mist emerged from the cracks in the ground, slowly gathered, and condensed into five fingers with slender bones and fair skin, stretching out in front of Zhexi.

"The deity is not dead yet, who are you crying for?" The playful, playful tone was mixed with a little helplessness.

Zhexi's body trembled.

He raised his head in disbelief, and in his long and narrow eyes, Xiao Su's handsome face gradually recovered under the patchwork of black mist.

The heroic flame between the eyebrows rekindled a cluster of orange-red light, so full of vitality.

Zhexi slowly raised her hand and put it on Xiao Su's palm.

temperature, is hot.

Zhexi immediately clasped his hand, got up from the ground, rushed over and hugged Xiao Su's body tightly.

"I thought you were dead...why didn't you answer when I called you!" Zhexi didn't know that she had overstepped the rules, and the content of her words was already a reproach, "You haven't even lasted two hours after practicing for so long. You usually What are you doing in meditation, are you lazy?! What should I do when you die, do you know, do you know who I am living for..."

"Zhexi!" Xiao Su noticed that the content of the other party's speech was getting more and more wrong, and interrupted him with an emphasis, "You are not awake."

Zhexi was stunned for a moment, all the shock slowly retreated, joy was burning, panic was disappearing, he seemed to have regained consciousness.

But Xiao Su's embrace was so warm, he didn't take back the arm holding the other party at the moment of regaining consciousness.

Instead, it got tighter and tighter.

"Xiao Su, are you going to push me away?" Zhe Xi's tearful eyes sank, there was begging in his voice, but it was not obvious.

Xiao Su's hands went around behind his back, palms covering his back, then gripped his clothes tightly, and pulled him away from him.

"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time." Xiao Su avoided the topic of Zhexi, and an invisible barrier seemed to be erected in the air to completely separate him from Zhexi.

Zhexi was rejected by the other party with actions, and stood there for a while, deciding to temporarily put aside his personal feelings: "What's going on?"

"This deity's spiritual power is not as strong as Yun Xiangyi's, so conflicting with him will not benefit this deity at all." Xiao Su explained, "So I hid nearly one-third of my spiritual power, turned it into evil spirit, and hid it underground .”

Therefore, the moment before the action, the earth was burned and cracked, trembling to receive his spiritual power.

In order to deceive Yun Xiangyi, he manipulated the energy hidden underground to attack the disciples of Luomei Hall, hiding the real purpose of releasing the spiritual power.

Yun Xiangyi was indeed deceived.

Xiao Su, whose cultivation base was greatly reduced, couldn't beat Yun Xiangyi. He was seriously injured, his body was cut apart, and he fell to the ground.

After Yun Xiangyi left, the evil spirit reunited, Xiao Su resumed his work, restored one-third of his spiritual power, and even absorbed and condensed a little bit of the mist floating in the air.

He has survived 72 catastrophes, no matter how injured he is, it will not hurt more than being hit by a thunderbolt to go back to Mahayana after his spiritual power has reached the catastrophe.

Painless, not worth mentioning.

"Your injured deity has already repaired [-]% for you." Xiao Su said while holding the imperial amulet, "Hurry back to Hanshan now, the deity has more important things to do."

He was going to make sure that Zhaoyan was in Hanshan, Yun Xiangyi left in a hurry, Zhaoyan and his child, I'm afraid there will be more or less bad luck...

"Where are the people from Luomei Hall?" Zhe Xi looked down at the place where he was pierced before, there was no more bleeding, but his clothes were dirty.

He stood on the sword formed by Xiao Su's spell: "Did you kill them?"

"All." Xiao Su twitched the corners of his lips, and when he mentioned this, his eyes were gloomy, "If Yun Xiangyi grabs my furnace, they are all at fault."

Hearing the word "Luding", Zhexi's hand hanging by his side tightened immediately.

"So you'd rather keep a trash by your side than lower your head to see what I'm thinking?" Zhexi turned her head, the redness in her eyes still hasn't dissipated.