Saint Emperor Devourer of Heaven

The moonlight shone on the ice plains in the deep night, shimmering with fluorescence.

Jun Wuxie silently landed on Ice Cloud Mountain.

An exquisite courtyard was built on the edge of a cliff, planted with snow trees.

A slender woman, draped in an ice-blue fur coat, stood under a snow tree, facing the cliff.

The night wind was bitterly cold, but she didn't seem to feel the chill, letting the cold wind blow against her cheeks, carrying snowflakes and lifting her ink-black hair.

The hair strands that moved with the wind were covered with a layer of snow-white frost.

She was like a statue in the icy and snowy world, motionless, occasionally letting out a soft sigh.

Jun Wuxie stood at the entrance of the courtyard, quietly looking at her side profile, beautiful and serene, like the most beautiful landscape painting in the world, so beautiful that he couldn't bear to disturb her.

The cold wind howled, snowflakes danced, falling on her head and shoulders.

Jun Wuxie stepped inside, his footsteps extremely light.

She didn't seem to notice anyone coming, standing there quietly, staring blankly at the hazy ice plains below the cliff.

Jun Wuxie held up the Azure Sky Umbrella, shielding her from the snow.

At this moment, her delicate body trembled slightly, and she slowly turned around.

"Xuelan."

He softly called her name, filled with longing and the joy of reunion.

Her eyes quickly became moist, filled with mist, only looking at him, and then without saying a word, she turned to leave.

Jun Wuxie reached out and pulled her into his arms, she struggled hard, hitting his chest.

"Xuelan."

Jun Wuxie held her tightly.

"Who is your Xuelan? Let me go, I don't want to talk to you!"

She was still struggling, pushing his chest, trying to break free.

"Don't be angry, okay?"

He put away the Azure Sky Umbrella, holding her tightly in his arms, letting her struggle, without loosening his grip at all.

"I'm not angry, I don't have the right to be angry. What are you doing here in the middle of the night? You should go back to Sect King Mountain, leave!"

She pressed her hands against his chest, lowered her head, slightly choked up.

"Stop it, be good."

Jun Wuxie stroked her hair, coaxing softly.

"I'm not good, why should I be good? You don't care about me at all, you don't have me in your heart!"

She struggled even more fiercely, thinking that this man had returned these past two days, but he hadn't asked about her or even come to see her, and she felt extremely aggrieved and lost.

Smack!

Jun Wuxie suddenly slapped her翘臀.

Instantly, Mu Xuelan's delicate body stiffened, her whole body trembled, she raised her beautiful face, looking at him with tearful eyes, feeling wronged, "You hit me…"

Smack!

Responding to her was another slap, especially loud and crisp in the silent night.

"Umm…"

Mu Xuelan's body instantly softened in his arms, her face flushed, the tears in her eyes no longer seemed so resentful, but rather had a hint of bewilderment, lightly biting her red lips, her breathing disordered.

"Didn't I come?" Jun Wuxie pinched her chin, gazing into her eyes, and said forcefully in a slightly cold voice: "Are you going to resist your husband?"

"I… I…"

Mu Xuelan's heart trembled, that domineering gaze and cold voice made her afraid to argue back.

"Come, kiss me!"

Jun Wuxie looked at her coldly, issuing a command-like tone.

Mu Xuelan's delicate body trembled, her face quickly covered with blush, even her crystal-clear neck turned red.

She let out a faint moan, facing the beloved man's domineering and forceful nature, the feeling of being controlled by him made her unable to resist at all, and she involuntarily succumbed, tiptoeing and lightly kissing his face.

"Will you dare to ignore me in the future?"

His voice was still cold, with a hint of majesty.

Mu Xuelan, facing his forceful gaze, leaned weakly in his arms, lightly biting her lower lip, slowly shaking her head.

"What does shaking your head mean, tell me, will you dare to do it again?"

Jun Wuxie slapped her臀 again.

"No… I won't dare anymore, husband, don't hit me…"

Mu Xuelan moaned, her whole body twitching slightly.

"Then do you want me to continue staying here now, or do you want me to leave?"

Jun Wuxie let go of her, and said, "If you want me to leave, I'll leave now."

After speaking, he turned to leave.

"No, don't want you to leave, you're not allowed to leave, sob sob ~"

She hugged him tightly from behind, regardless of everything, and began to cry softly.

A smile curled up at the corner of Jun Wuxie's mouth, he turned around and pinched her chin, and said: "Do you want to serve me tonight?"

"Umm… I don't know, don't ask ~"

Mu Xuelan lowered her head, blushing, not daring to look at his eyes.

"It seems that you are unwilling? Then I should leave."

"No ~" She said in a low voice with tears in her eyes: "I want to ~"

"Hmm? Want what, say it clearly."

Jun Wuxie bit her ear, continuing to tease.

"Sob sob, I want to serve you ~"

She mustered great courage to say these words, and her whole body lost strength again, collapsing into his arms.

"I like this obedient Xuelan, hahaha!"

Jun Wuxie laughed loudly, picked up Mu Xuelan and strode towards her bedroom.

Mu Xuelan was so ashamed that she buried her entire face in his arms, her body trembling from time to time, not daring to look up at him.

…

The Ice Cloud Tower at night was tranquil.

But tonight it was no longer tranquil, many people listened to the beautiful melody, tossing and turning, unable to sleep all night.

The singing was like weeping, melodious and lingering.

Not far away, in an exquisite small courtyard.

Mu Xueqing lay on the bed, her legs tightly夹着the quilt, her hands tightly抱着the pillow, biting her lip, her face flushed, sweating profusely, her expression seemed somewhat painful, as if she were sick.

She heard the beautiful singing, which made her very uncomfortable, her whole body was like being烤by fire, as if to burn her to ashes.

The other high-level members were also the same, not far from the楼主's residence, the long night accompanied by singing, unable to fall asleep.

…

The next morning.

Jun Wuxie and Mu Xuelan walked out of the courtyard hand in hand, and happened to meet Mu Xueqing, Mu Xueli, Mu Xueyan and others.

When the three saw them, their ice-like faces turned slightly red, and they quickly moved their eyes away.

"Xueqing, what's wrong with you?"

Mu Xuelan's expression was somewhat puzzled.

"It's nothing."

Mu Xueqing, Mu Xueli, Mu Xueyan and others stepped forward, placing their hands on their lower abdomen, and bowed to Jun Wuxie: "Greetings, Young Master Jun."

"No need to be so polite." Jun Wuxie smiled and said: "In a few days, I will have someone send you some cultivation resources to help you break through the Half-Saint realm as soon as possible."

"Ah, really?"

Mu Xueqing, Mu Xueli, Mu Xueyan and others were surprised and delighted.

"Of course it's true."

"Thank you, Young Master Jun, then we won't disturb you and the楼主 ~"

Mu Xueqing and others娇笑ed and left gracefully.

"The people of your Ice Cloud Tower are really different, it seems that the Ice Heart Divine Art is working well."

Jun Wuxie sighed, in the past, when cultivating the 【Ice Muscle Jade Bone Art】, the women of the Ice Cloud Tower would not smile, living with masks all year round.

Now, although the cultivation technique has also changed their temperament, they still look like ice mountain beauties on weekdays, but at certain times, they will unreservedly show the joyful side of their hearts.

"Husband, I… I want to cultivate a new楼主candidate…"

"Why?"

"Yunxi will definitely follow you to the Upper Realm in the future, she can't stay to be the楼主, and I also want to go to the Upper Realm with you…"

She looked at him with hopeful eyes.

Jun Wuxie was stunned, then smiled and said: "What are you thinking? Would I leave you in the Lower Realm? When I leave, I will definitely take you with me."

"Yeah."

Mu Xuelan had a smile on her face, this was her knot, she had been thinking about this question these days.

She was afraid that Jun Wuxie would worry that it would be unsafe for her to go to the Upper Realm, and would let her stay in the Lower Realm.

She naturally didn't want to stay, in that case, the day of reunion would be far away, and that kind of separation made her afraid to think about it.

…

Near noon, Jun Wuxie left the Ice Cloud Tower and returned to the city.

At this time, the extraterritorial powerhouses in the temples and Taoist temples were gathering together.

"This is all the means we have, the greatest reliance! That Chaotic Body boasts of being invincible in the same generation, and agreed to let you all go together. With such an opportunity, you must seize it!"

"Humph! The Chaotic Body is too arrogant. With our six people blessing the formation, even if we can't kill him today, we will make him shed a layer of skin!"

A young Taoist said.

"Amitabha, success or failure depends on this battle. Upholding the compassionate wish of my Buddha, it is best to kill this demon, which can be regarded as saving the common people."

A young monk clasped his hands together, saying compassion in his mouth, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Let's go, the time is almost up."

Three young monks and Taoists came out together, and with them were three old monks and three old Taoists.

In the center of Central Capital City, there is a fighting stage here.

Jun Wuxie was already waiting here.

The streets and sky around the fighting stage were crowded with people, densely packed.

Lingfei, Yan Qingcheng, Mu Yunxi, Yan Ruyu, Chan'er and others also came.

When the extraterritorial people entered the arena, the slightly noisy crowd suddenly quieted down.

"Are you ready, one by one, or all together?"

Jun Wuxie stood in the center of the fighting stage with one hand behind his back, looking down at the monks and Taoists.

"Amitabha, to deal with Sect Master Jun, why come one by one, naturally we have to go together, lest the world laugh at my Dawei Buddhist Temple for using wheel battles!"

A young monk said this.

Suddenly, everyone was in astonishment.

To think that this bald donkey could describe six people ganging up on one person in such a fresh and refined manner; his skin is truly thicker than average.

“Since that’s the case, come on, I’ll let you make the first move.”

Jun Wuxie’s expression was calm as he stood quietly on the platform.

Three young monks and three Taoists leaped onto the battle stage.

The six of them quickly separated, forming a hexagonal formation around him.

At this moment, the runes along the edge of the battle stage lit up, forming a defensive barrier.

“Activate the formation!”

The six of them shouted in unison, their hands simultaneously forming hand seals. Patches of runes surged out, their light soaring into the sky.

In the air, a massive formation diagram materialized, rotating and cascading six-colored light, like a waterfall crashing down, sealing Jun Wuxie from all directions, forming a unique sealed space.

“This is the method you’ve prepared?”

Jun Wuxie looked up at the formation diagram in the sky, his eyes slightly narrowed, a hint of surprise in his heart.

The formation diagram was divided into six different sections, casting different colored lights, each radiating a different aura.

“Sect Master Jun, we’d like to see if you have the ability to break our Six Paths Demon-Slaying Formation! If you die in the killing formation, don’t blame us. Amitabha, good, good!”

“Then let’s give it a try.”

Jun Wuxie still had his left hand behind his back, a sneer on his face.

“Wuxie, be careful, this Six Paths Demon-Slaying Formation is no small matter!”

The Great Elder of the Xuanyuan Clan had a grave expression, loudly reminding him.

They had heard of this kind of killing formation; it was extremely terrifying, especially when constructed by six young supreme talents at the Lesser Celestial Realm working together.

“Aha ha ha ha! Amitabha! Sect Master Jun, you were very arrogant yesterday; today, I want to see your pathetic appearance!” A young Taoist laughed, then his hands flashed with runes, and he shouted: “Six Paths Demon-Slaying, Punishment of the Gods!”

Rumble!

The formation diagram erupted with a roaring sound. One of the golden facets of the formation released a terrifying aura. Dense runes surged out, transforming into a majestic Heavenly God wielding a scepter of judgment high in the sky, descending to kill.

Jun Wuxie’s golden blood energy surged, and with a punch, he knocked the scepter of judgment away. He launched a counterattack against the Heavenly God.

“Six Paths Demon-Slaying, Asura Descends to the World!”

As the young supreme talent from beyond the region’s voice echoed, the blood-colored light in the formation diagram was blinding, and a chilling killing intent and brutal aura swept down like a mountain torrent.

The killing formation runes transformed into an Asura clad in blood-colored armor, wielding the Asura Blade, his gaze cold and tyrannical, slashing down with his blade.