The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 700 Sick disciples, don’t blacken (104)

   The red-haired and red Demon Venerable stepped forward and stepped on the insulting Demon Cultivator.

  The other party was dying. At this moment, Jun Jiuyou stepped on his chest like this, and only felt that his whole body was broken and his ribs were broken!

  The blood on the face of the clever subordinate suddenly disappeared.

  He kept spraying bleeding foam on the corners of his lips, but still tried his best to swallow it, for fear of dirtying Jun Jiuyou's Chijin shoes.

  "...You are forgiving! It's nonsense! Subordinates! Damn it! For your respect, for the sake of your subordinates' many years of loyalty to do things for you, you leave a small fate!"

  If it weren’t for Jun Jiuyou who was still stepping on his broken ribs at this moment, I’m afraid that even if he crawls, he will have to throw himself to the ground. No face is more important than leaving a life!

  ...

   "You know, you are talking nonsense?"

   Jun Jiuyou whispered.

  He condescendingly looked at the trembling Demon Cultivator.

Most of the demons are born tall and tall, and Jun Jiuyou is one of the best.

  At this moment, being looked at by the man like this, the shadow coming from his head, as if Shura came back to the world.

  Even the subordinates who are not too talkative, are in a cold sweat at the moment, for fear that they will be implicated, but they are unavoidable fortunately, but fortunately, they did not foolishly figure out the thoughts of the king.

  Now the pain of Jun Jiuyou's burning bones is getting worse and worse. If anyone really wants to flatter his horse's legs, I'm afraid that death is the easiest end.

  I heard that there was a demon cultivator who had annoyed the emperor before, and he didn’t know what inverse scales had offended the emperor, and he was directly refined into a holy spirit banner!

  Every moment, destined to only be the broken resentful soul, without any spiritual wisdom, but still have to endure the pain of the soul being torn, live forever, not to be superborn.

  ...

   "The subordinate knows wrong! Demon Lord! It is the subordinate who shouldn't have such wishful thinking about Liuli Immortal!"

"Ah…"

  Jun Jiuyou stretched out his hand boredly, and straightly turned the tearful subordinate under his shoes into a plume of blue smoke.

  Seeing this scene, everyone suffocated.

  You know, this subordinate has also followed Jun Jiuyou for hundreds of years!

   Although not a loyal confidant, there are some careful thoughts on the side, but he also knows that he is too far away from the strength of Jun Jiuyou, and he does not dare to make too big a moth.

  Who knows, today I ended up with a word of nonsense!

  ...

  All the people present respectfully lowered their eyebrows and narrowed their eyes, watching their noses, their noses and hearts, and even dare not even speak out, for fear that they would have a word or two at random, which would annoy this moody demon.

   Seeing that the atmosphere became more and more serious, the magic repair present finally couldn't stand it. One of them was a little bolder and stood up tremblingly to ask questions.

   "Devil Venerable, since the Liuli Immortal Venerable and Yan Hanzhou are very likely to appear in the mortal land of the wasteland, it is better to let the subordinates pick a few elite soldiers to catch them in person."

   Seeing Jun Jiuyou squinted over, the magic repair who made the proposal took a breath of horror, and quickly finished the rest of the words quickly.

  "Don't worry, Mozun, your subordinates will definitely invite the Liuli Xianzun back, so that she will not be harmed. When you bring her to the Demon Palace, he will definitely bring her to see you as soon as possible."

The subordinates can’t figure out Jun Jiuyou’s thoughts, and don’t know whether Jun Jiuyou likes this Liuli Xianzun or what other thoughts he has. I hate that Yuanying Daojun.

  In this case, they still have to treat Su Qinghuan well.

  ...

   Just when everyone was trembling, Jun Jiuyou spoke coldly.

   "No, the deity will go to the North Wilderness in person."

"what?!"

   Before everyone could say anything, he saw the tall figure in front of him, suddenly disappearing.

  The intense coercion instantly turned into nothingness. A Yuan Ying Moxiu tried to find the extremely oppressive aura in this magic palace, but found that it was really gone.

  In other words, Jun Jiuyou really left.

  And it's not the avatar that left, but... the deity!

  Everyone thought about this, and their eyes widened in shock. You know, last time for that fairy Lengyue of the Ming Sword Sect, the Demon Venerable was just sending out a avatar!

  After a few winking subordinates looked at each other, they immediately began to murmur.

   "It seems...waiting for the demon lord to bring back the glazed glaze immortal, we really have to be respectful to the immortal lord."

  You Moxiu recalled Jun Jiuyou's previous expression, and asked some hesitant questions.

   "Do you think that maybe our Demon Realm will soon welcome a devil queen?"

   "Puff... Are you crazy?"

   "The cold-hearted people of the Demon Lord, who have treated beautiful women for thousands of years, will set up a queen like this?! I am afraid that the Demon Lord does not like women at all!?"

   "It's not impossible, right...Looking at the master leaving so hurriedly, when have you seen the master like this?"

   "But...that's just because the pain of burning bones is becoming more and more severe nowadays, right? Otherwise, the master will definitely not look for any antidote."

   "Yes, I also think that the honor is only because he is too painful now. If we can welcome a queen in our devil, I would welcome with my hands, it would be better than the fear every day like this."

  ...

  Su Qinghuan still didn’t know that something like this had happened in the Demon Realm thousands of miles away.

   But even if she knew, there was no way to stop her, but to improve her and Yan Hanzhou's cultivation as soon as possible.

  After knowing the approximate location of the cold jade vein, the two quickly began to march towards the ice and snow wasteland to the north.

  The emperor paid off. Su Qinghuan quickly found a few places where his aura was very obvious through his powerful spiritual sense.

  It's just that hidden under the ice of ten thousand years, she is a monk with ice attributes, and because it is too cold here, all the limbs and skeletons seem to be frozen.

  ...

  On the contrary, it was Yan Hanzhou, who was warmer than her all the way through the raging fire to the yang body.

  Yan Hanzhou looked at Su Qinghuan’s frosty hair ends, and asked cautiously.

  "Master, can I help you?"

   Without waiting for the white-clothed Immortal Venerable to answer, Yan Hanzhou quickly shook Su Qinghuan's hand.

   Soon, the young man passed his spiritual power to Su Qinghuan’s meridians, and Su Qinghuan felt much warmer with this spiritual aura.

  ...

  Yan Hanzhou is like a natural heater. It's usually nothing, but Su Qinghuan is really reluctant to refuse at this moment.

  She looked embarrassed.

   had to acquiesce in Yan Hanzhou's behavior of leading him.

  ...

  The two were also lucky, and they soon found a more suitable training place than imagined, because in the heart of the earth, there was a natural bed of ten thousand years of cold jade.

  Su Qinghuan looked at the shining cold jade sheen, suddenly overjoyed.

   "Hanzhou! Look here!"

  (End of this chapter)