Please Kill the Demon

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"Girls, eat more elegantly."

"Leave me alone?"

"..."

There are many forbidden places in the imperial city, some are heavily guarded, and some are not even allowed to set foot by the guards. The Divine Fire Hall is such an existence. The main hall and the surrounding area are not allowed to enter the second person except the emperor.

Because the person living in it is the guardian of each generation of the Xia family, that is, the Taoist master of the eighth realm, Fen Cang. In fact, even if the emperor wanted to enter, he had to have something important to do. In a sense, the guardian's status in the royal family is even higher than that of the emperor.

But at this moment, there is a beautiful and domineering woman sitting carelessly in the center of the Divine Fire Hall, cooking hot pot with the copper tripod in the hall. She was picking up the soft vermicelli from the steaming pot, and after taking a big mouthful, she made a refreshing hissing sound.

Sitting opposite her was a handsome middle-aged man, dressed in a purple and gold robe, with a deep demeanor, but his eyes were full of helplessness.

The man is naturally the former Prince Mingde, the current guardian of the Xia family, and the father of the emperor's daughter Feng.

After a moment of silence, Mingde sighed: "It's been eighty years, and it's only my first meal with you."

"Yes, such a commemorative meal, even if I ask you to catch a Qinghong to eat it." Di Nvfeng shook her head and said.

"Actually, if you really want to eat it, it's not impossible." Mingde said with a wry smile, "If you insist on using Qinghongniao to make hot pot, isn't that...reckless."

"Chu—" Emperor Nvfeng responded with a more brisk sigh.

A few bright spots of oil fell on Mingde's robe, and the veins on his forehead jumped a few times visible to the naked eye, but in the end it could only turn into another sigh: "Ah."

"We Shushan people are like this." The emperor Feng swallowed, and said again: "If you don't try it, how will you know that it won't taste good in the hot pot?"

"If you leave Shushan and come back to the imperial city, then I'll catch one for you." Mingde said again.

"Don't even think about it." Emperor Nv Feng wiped her mouth and said: "Now it depends on whether my apprentice can win the championship in the Immortal Gate Conference. If he wins, then I will fight with you openly."

"Heh." Mingde chuckled, "I still don't understand why you suddenly have an aggressive mind."

"I didn't tell you, the life in Shushan is not easy now, and Yan Zi is ready to fight for Taoism." Emperor Feng said: "I don't dare to slack off because of her..."

She cleared her throat and said seriously: "My plan is to win the Fen Cang Dao to the eighth realm first, and then kill the Sword Emperor of the West Sea, then Yan Zi can get the Jueyun Dao smoothly. "

"Will it be too curvy?" Mingde said, "This level is almost as good as when you rebelled last time to save your apprentice."

Empress Feng stared, "How did you know about my top secret plan?"

"A top-secret plan that all the talking spirit beasts in Shushan know?" Mingde couldn't laugh or cry.

"There is an inner ghost..." Emperor Feng thought to himself.

"You are really not suitable to be emperor, otherwise, what's the point if I just help you to the throne?" Mingde said deeply, "Although the world says you are stubborn, in fact you have a strong sense of justice, but you are not good at handling affairs, so you are very suitable." The role of the guardian. I am free and easy on weekdays, and only take action when needed."

"It sounds similar to what I did in Silver Sword Peak..." Emperor Nvfeng looked around and looked around the gloomy hall, "It's just that you call staying here for eighty years free and easy?"

"It's different, I'm..." Mingde was silent for a while, but didn't finish his sentence.

He is atoning.

For him, every day of life is a redemption, until death.

"I don't care what you're doing, anyway, you asked me to eat, I'm done." Empress Feng suddenly got up and said, "Now I'm going to see how my apprentice won the championship."

...

"Counting the previous batch, there are sixteen in total. If you get so many in the remaining six days, you will be safe."

A bright pearl was placed on the ground, emitting a soft and bright light. Chu Liang was taking advantage of the night to count the gains of the most of the day with his teammates.

After the initial chaos, the Void Realm has returned to calm, and there are very few teams acting rashly at night.

This has always been the case in the Hundred Gates Contest. In the first day after landing, it was the biggest wave of elimination. The Xianmen disciples who have just arrived here don't know the situation yet, and there will be enemies who fall by chance around them, and they will inevitably experience a chaotic fight.

After the first wave of chaos is over, the surviving forces have obtained a certain number of soul crystals and a relatively safe area, and the situation will stabilize.

Practitioners in their virtual environment couldn't see the overall situation. In fact, the outside audience would see that nearly forty teams were eliminated in this day, and many of the remaining teams also had downsizing.

Nearly half of the people eliminated.

After that, there will be another wave of elimination until the seventh day, because at that time, teams with insufficient soul crystals will no longer be dormant, and will all come out to give it a go. While fighting for an opportunity, give others a chance.

During the five days in between, apart from the powerful teams that would continue to sweep and hunt, there would usually only be some sporadic collisions.

Shushan faction is naturally ready to mop up.

On the last day, time waits for no one, and when the time comes, the entire virtual world will be full of red-eyed practitioners, and the risk of uncertainty is extremely high. Every year, there are strong teams that overturn at the last moment, and they don't want to wait until that time to rush to grab the soul crystal.

Fortunately, on the first day, they encountered an ambush from the alliance of the three factions, and sent Chu Liang a big wave, which was simply a gift of nature.

In this way, the workload of the next few days will be greatly reduced.

As long as one team can be wiped out in one day, then there will be thirty-six soul crystals by the seventh day, and this number can steadily enter the top ten. At the most turbulent moment at that time, they can completely stand up without taking any risks.

"You've worked hard." Jiang Yuebai said softly.

Afterwards, Chu Liang simply described what happened during the day, but it would not be a simple matter to wipe out three groups of enemies with one person.

"It's okay." Chu Liang smiled.

"Be careful." Xu Ziyang, who was in charge of guarding the perimeter, suddenly gave a low voice.

Chu Liang and the others immediately stood up and also sensed that someone was approaching. They spread their consciousness and saw a shiny ball of light floating over from a distance.

"A little familiar?" Chu Liang said suddenly.

When he got close, he realized that the one approaching was a young monk, whose bald head reflected the moonlight so brightly.

And this monk is none other than Monk Pushan from Yunque Temple.

"Chu Shaoxia?" Pu Shan also detected the team from Shushan from a distance, and immediately waved his hand, "Don't do it, it's me!"