After Being Betrayed, The Immortal Master Ran Away With The Demon Venerable

Fu Zhuo sneered suddenly, looked at the child in his arms, and said slowly: "So you are not afraid of death, but you are afraid of this child's death."

That being the case, killing a baby is much simpler than killing Zhanying.

Zhan Ying understood the meaning in his eyes, her brows tightened, and she drew the long sword from her waist to face Fu Zhuo.

"Konghua! Why are you still here, Second Elder..." A woman's exclamation came from not far away.

Before he finished speaking, he was replaced by a hoarse voice of a year old: "Where are you going with that evil seed?"

Immediately, Zhan Ying couldn't care less to entangle with Fu Zhuo, his hand holding the long sword tightened slightly, and hid the child behind him.

It was the second elder who had come. The second elder, Yi Ning, had met him when he was young. He was the elder with a stick in charge of the sect.

If this child falls into his hands...

The second elder stretched out his hand, looked at Zhan Ying coldly and said, "Give me that evil seed."

Zhan Ying didn't hesitate for a moment, knelt on the ground and said, "I beg the elders to be gracious, even if Fu Yan kills and kills the child, the child will always be innocent."

"He's innocent? When he grows up in the future, the people he kills won't be innocent? There's a difference between people and demons, you shouldn't understand, Konghua." The second elder narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice suddenly rose: "Come here, put Zhan Ying catches it and brings it back to the Sect Leader."

Seeing that they were about to come around, Zhan Ying immediately put his sword upright in front of him, and his voice sank: "Forgive Konghua's difficulty in obeying."

Even if he died, he would not hand over the child.

"Killed?"

Yi Ning was watching intently when a cool arm suddenly wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him into his arms.

Turning his head, he met Yan Xuan's smiling eyes.

Yi Ning just wanted to ask Yan Xuan what he was doing, but the other party already understood what he meant and explained: "The formation of the formation needs to be controlled by someone, so I went to someone for help."

Just like Xiaobai was sitting in the formation at that time, Yan Xuan had to find someone to help him sit first before entering this illusion.

But to be precise, this is not an illusion, but a killing formation.

No matter what choice Fu Zhuo makes, it will only lead to the same result in the end.

Doesn't he like to play with people's hearts the most? Yan Xuan accompanies him to play this last game, letting him know that it is not the rat race that is good at formation.

This killing formation was set up by Yan Xuan for Fu Zhuo long ago, waiting for Fu Zhuo to throw himself into the net in Langye City.

Unexpectedly, this idiot, except for Qin Yin, was actually pinched by Yan Xuan every step of the way.

It's hard not to die.

"Who did you find to help you maintain the formation?" Yi Ning couldn't help but be a little curious.

Thinking of this, Yan Xuan laughed and said, "It's your old senior, but he was entangled in me and insisted that I give an explanation and ask me why I bullied Shangxian. I'll ask him to help me by the way."

At this moment, he must be still scolding outside the formation.

After a pause, he bullied himself over and said softly, "Did I bully you?"

Inevitably, Yi Ning recalled what Yan Xuan had done to him that day, and said in a bad mood, "You know it yourself."

"I don't know, Shangxian can help me recall my memories?" Yan Xuan rubbed his neck affectionately, and said aggrieved: "I just waited for you for a long time and didn't come out, and I was so anxious."

Yi Ning's ears were slightly hot from his breath, he reached out and pushed his face away, and whispered, "Pay attention to the occasion."

Perhaps the tone was a little heavier, but Yan Xuan's expression was a little sad, and Yi Ning couldn't bear to see him. After a while, he added lightly, "Let's go back."

Yan Xuan's eyes brightened visibly, and he replied slowly, "Okay."

"Why did you use the illusion to kill him." Yan Xuan obviously had so many ways to torture Fu Zhuo, but he chose the easiest one.

Yan Xuan's eyes fell on the figure of Fu Zhuo among the few people fighting in the distance.

He sneered and said, "Fu Zhuo is not afraid of death, and if he is afraid of death, he will not provoke me."

He turned his head to look at Yi Ning, leaning on his chin and chuckled: "So, I want him to not want to die, unwilling to die, reluctant to die, and then... kill him with one sword."

Yi Ning blinked, and suddenly realized that this little lunatic is really very revengeful.

However, he likes it.

The two looked at each other and understood each other's meaning, Yan Xuan laughed wickedly: "Is Shangxian more and more like me, what is this called - husband and wife?"

"Go away." Yi Ning ruthlessly patted off Yan Xuan's head.

He did get a little bit bad. But there is no one in the world who is not bad, as long as it is bad for bad people, there is nothing wrong.

Not far away, Zhan Ying has lost the siege of several opponents, and is gradually defeated.

And this whole process, Fu Zhuo watched from the sidelines, not even feeling moved for a moment.

He just watched like this, until Zhan Ying exhausted his strength, and when he fell to the ground and carefully guarded the child, the expression on Fu Zhuo's face finally loosened for a moment.

However, calm soon returned.

Yi Ning is right, he is indeed a paranoid lunatic, in Fu Zhuo's eyes, no one in this world does not owe him.

Therefore, it is well deserved.

Who told him to send himself away, who told him to give birth to him in the first place, and who told him to live in this world.

There was no suspense, Zhan Ying was taken back to the head of Mingguangzong, and together with the child who only babbled, he was locked in the prison door.

Just before being taken away, Zhan Ying bit his fingertips and drew a spell on the child's forehead.

It was what he had learned all his life, a spell that protected the child's life.

"He's willing to lift the curse?" Fu Zhuo heard the conversation between the two people near the Sect in Charge.

"No, I don't know what you are insisting on. What is there to protect for a bastard. This time, the Second Elder and the others are afraid that they will have to kill the child."

"Why?"

"Why, I'm afraid of being punished."

After he said this, Fu Yan sneered, and cold hatred filled his body, he knew that this beast would do this.

But he didn't care either, he would still kill Zhan Ying whether he was outside the illusion or inside the illusion.

"If Konghua doesn't unravel the curse, the second elders will use the soul extraction array."

"What is the soul extraction array?"

"Put his soul out and make him a person without feelings, so he can't pity the child, it's not bad if he doesn't strangle himself to death."

Fu Zhuo's footsteps stopped suddenly, he rushed up regardless of his identity, grabbed the man's collar and said, "What did you just say?"

The man was frightened by the aura all over his body, but he didn't notice that Fu Zhuo had no mana, and said weakly, "Would it be good if I didn't strangle myself?"

"The last sentence." Fu Yan's face was gloomy and terrifying, like a ghost crawling out of hell, pulling the man up.

"Draw out his soul and make him... become an emotionless person," he finished tremblingly.

Fu Zhuo threw him down violently and rushed into the responsible door.

It turned out that at this time, he did not send Fu Zhuo away, nor did he think about abandoning him.

It turned out that at this time, he was drawn out of his soul.

It's not that he hasn't used the soul extraction technique on others, it's a pain that is tens of thousands of times more painful than the pain of flesh.

"Zhanying, don't die first." Fu Zhuo never thought that a road could be so long, and he wanted to ask Zhanying for an explanation.

Was it Zhan Ying's original intention to send him to Nan Keze and then to Demon Domain?

"Send him away."

Fu Zhuofu rushed in carelessly, and he actually crashed into the dungeon by mistake, but as soon as he entered, he heard the voice of Zhan Ying coming from the dungeon.

Zhanying said it himself, let him go.

Fu Zhuo was stunned on the spot, his eyes were blood red, he suddenly pulled out the sword of the person in front of him, and recklessly stabbed the sword into Zhan Ying, whose hands and feet were bound.

Everyone present was stunned.

His eyes were stained red by the hot blood spattered, Fu Yan looked at him with a wicked smile, and said, "Go to hell, your life will only make me suffer for a lifetime, I tell you, I am that child, and I am your good show. Qing, how did I grow into what I am now?"

Zhan Ying's eyes were slightly confused, but after a while, he reached out and touched Fu Zhuo's eyes lightly.

Wiped the blood from his eyes.

"You're not him." Zhan Ying closed his eyes and let the blood flow out of his abdomen.

Fu Zhuo roared again and again in his ears.

"I am him, he is me, you send me away, and this is how I end up. As you wish, my name is Fu Zhuo now!"

But suddenly he heard a trembling voice behind him: "That child is mine."

A man's hands and feet were weak, he slumped on the ground, looked at everything in front of him, and said in pain: "Senior Brother Konghua was not bewitched by the witch at all that day, it's me... I didn't control myself."

"What did you say?" Fu Yan's hand trembled for a moment, then suddenly let go.

The scene just now was too bloody, Yan Xuan covered Yi Ning's eyes, and both of them were stunned at this time.

No wonder, no wonder Fu Zhuo has no temperament that belongs to Zhan Ying at all. No wonder Zhan Ying failed to recognize Fu Zhuo as his child.

But why did the sect master want to keep Fu Zhuo, and he did his best to him, and even was implicated in his own reputation?

The man hugged Er Zhang Lao's legs as if he had never heard of it and said, "Elder, I beg you, save the senior brother quickly! The senior brother is innocent, I can't let him die because of me!"

"No...it's me, it's my fault." Zhan Ying hoarsely spit out blood.

No wonder he fell in love with the wrong person, he shouldn't have fallen in love with that emotionless demon woman.

Knowing that the other party is an open cobweb, he laid down many traps waiting for him to jump, but he was willing to be caught.

"Haha, hahaha..." Fu Yan suddenly laughed, "I have endured humiliation for more than ten years, and in the end, I am completely empty."

He smiled and laughed, and suddenly tears fell, and the blood flowed to his cheeks.

Fu Zhuo didn't look back at the man, but just stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to cover the blood flowing out of Zhan Ying's wound.

"Zhanying, don't die, don't die, I have a way to save you." Fu Zhuo looked crazy, biting his fingers and randomly drawing spells on Zhanying's body, he muttered: "I know a lot of spells, The flesh and bones of the living dead, as long as a ray of living soul, I can save you..."

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Yi Ning closed his eyes and drew his sword from Fu Zhuo's heart.

"Yi Ning..." Fu Zhuo turned around, his expression suddenly stunned.

"This sword is to avenge your revenge for the poison." Yi Ning's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Fu Zhuo opened his eyes wide, held his sword and said, "Don't kill me, Yi Ning, don't kill me." Wait for him, wait for him to rescue Zhan Ying...

Then, another sword pierced his chest.

"This sword is to avenge your revenge for killing the sect master." Yi Ning's face was calm, full of hatred: "He was already dead and was killed by your own hands, Fu Zhuo, as I said earlier, in In your eyes, there is no one in the world who does not owe you, and there is no one who should not be hated by you. Did you think when you killed him, he just wanted to persuade you to return to the right path, and from the beginning, he treated you as his own child. And what have you done?"

Fu Zhuo coughed out blood and slowly knelt down on the ground.

He murmured: "By the way, he died, I killed him."

"That's because he deserves it, **** it, he owes me."

"He owes me...what?"

The long sword fell back into the scabbard, and Yi Ning took a deep breath.

Under Jiuquan, the Sect Master must be able to rest in peace.

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