The Lord of the Underworld

"Right way..." Mo Xiu still had a look of surprise and anger on his face, but he had already kept turning and fell down.

There was only a shallow blood line on Mo Xiu's neck, as if the blade had only cut a little skin, but this "cut a little skin" would end in death.

A Demon Xiu who was with him rushed over when he heard the sound, and happened to see his body collapsed heavily on the ground. This Mo Xiu was taken aback, and he faced Mo Shang vigilantly, and then used his peripheral vision to look at the silent doormate.

This magic cultivator was not afraid, but found out that he alone would definitely not be able to defeat the intruder, and he was ready to attack Moshang with his "dead" fellow.

Although the overall strength of their Dark Blood Sect is not outstanding, the people in the family have practiced a secret method to bring the dead back to life!

The spiritual consciousness that only the monks in the Yuan Ying stage can escape, they have learned the magic cultivation of the Dark Blood Sect.

This righteous monk is not afraid of tigers when he is born with a calf, so he dares to provoke them from the Dark Blood Sect-he does not live or die!

There was a trace of bloodthirsty and arrogance in Mo Xiu's eyes, and the corners of his mouth were raised high, and it seemed that Mo Shang, an intruder, had died miserably. His soul was excited and agitated.

The fingers of the same school who were secretly watching by Mo Xiu moved slightly, and a group of gods condensed into the form of a baby and an infant was being formed. Mo Xiu's body was tightened, his fists slightly clenched, and his palms were close to the storage bag, which was enough for him to draw out a big knife and slash towards Mo Shang within half a second.

He also knows that the same door who has died once will definitely cooperate with him to raid Mo Shang as soon as possible. No matter how strong Mo Shang is, there is only one person--

"Give me, die!!"

The demon master roared and swung his big knife. At this moment, Mo Shang's frowning brows loosened, as if he had discovered something worthy of joy, he sent out the sword lightly.

In Mo Xiu's stunned expression, the spirit of his resurgent fellow was cut off with a sword from the middle, so fast that it was impossible to react!

A terrible sense of crisis swept through Mo Xiu's body, making him forget that he was fighting, and subconsciously stopped the movement of his hands.

Magic repair:! ! !

He held a high knife and stopped in mid-air, watching Moshang happily said, "I'll just say there are fish that slip through the net here."

He was obviously referring to the same door he had swept through, but Mo Xiu listened to his heart, and when he met Mo Shang's eyes, he only felt that the fish that slipped through the net in his mouth was referring to himself.

"thump!"

Mo Xiu's body reacted before his thoughts. The five-and-three-thirty demons threw down the big knife, knelt on the ground with a thump, and yelled sensibly: "What do you want to know? I said all, I said all!"

--Ok……? Why did he start begging for mercy inexplicably? !

Why would he drop the weapon? ? ?

Mo Xiu was frightened by the automatic reaction of his body, and he was forced to the extreme. He didn't understand why he disarmed and surrendered. He still has the fighting power after the same door died! I can't think of calling the same door to besiege this hairy boy! !

Why are you so useless? !

Deep down in his heart, he felt that all this was traceable-he couldn't beat the young man in front of him, and no matter how much he came to the same door, it would be a **** gift.

Not to mention, how does Mo Xiu think this young man is righteous? On the right way, those old-fashioned people who like to talk about the truth, will they kill if they don't agree?

The murderer also brought a very friendly smile or something... Mo Xiu shivered, not knowing why he thought of the "Lu Zhiling" who was besieged by several sects.

"Good boy." Mo Xiu heard Mo Shang's gentle voice, and immediately found that his gaze stayed on the side of his sleeve a little longer. This kind of gaze looks soft, but in fact it is like scanning an object.

Obviously, Mo Shang was still satisfied, and Mo Xiu suddenly felt that his attitude towards him was much better.

What's on his sleeve? A beam of spiritual light flashed in Mo Xiu's mind, and their Dark Blood Sect judged their status by the embroidery patterns on the sleeves of their sect. Behind the magic repair is such an ancestor's backer, and of course his status is higher than that of his dead fellow. I don't know where to go!

Grass-Mo Xiu guessed something, he just said that this kid... How could the senior suddenly attack his fellow students, feeling that he would not be able to hand over any useful news at all if his level was low. He can be kept, all because of his high status.

At the same time, Mo Xiu became more and more secretive. How could Mo Shang know about the status of the Dark Blood Sect? Mo Dao and Zheng Dao are incompatible with each other, and they all agree to hold their own news tightly.

Mo Shang knew that it was only possible because... he was very concerned about the magic way, and it was not a day or two. Mo Xiu made up his mind that in the past, he had a pair of black jade eyes staring at the ignorant self, and he was sweating all over his body.

This, this person is not simple!

"Excuse me, do you know what happened near Linghai?" Mo Xiu was suspicious of life's brain filling here, and he heard Mo Shang's question. He hadn't organized the language, and there was a sharp pain in his limbs. .

"Woo!" He screamed, with a lot of sweat on his forehead, staring at Mo Shang almost in horror and fear. This person, this person kept such a gentle smile, but broke his limbs without saying a word!

Moxiu deeply felt the horror of Mo Shang. At the moment when his limb was broken, he didn't even feel the slightest pain. It was because all the pain converged to a point, after the limb was broken. Attacking the human spirit like a dense needle.

He didn't even use the devilish energy, and simply relied on the skill of his hands... This is undoubtedly a terrible mental torture! Moxiu is more active in his brain when he is in pain. This Mo Shang was definitely not a simple righteous way. His torture method made Mo Xiu even more unavoidably thinking of the guy who had almost become the shadow of the entire magic way.

That's right...it's the "Lu Zhiling".

"I know, I know!!" Mo Xiu replied again and again, "Huha, huha, what happened in Linghai... Linghai will have a secret realm open, and only a few people in charge of the sect will know. In the secret realm we will find a way to return to the devil world!

In addition, there are dozens of Demon Sects besieging Xuanwuzong Lu Zhiling and forcing him into the Linghai. The latest news is... Lu Zhiling has fallen into the Linghai with serious injuries. "

After he finished speaking with difficulty, he didn't know what he thought, and added anxiously: "Our Dark Blood Sect is a neutral Demon Sect, and we did not participate in the encirclement and suppression of Lu Zhiling!"

Mo Xiu didn't know that Lu Zhiling had no similarities with the young man in front of him, but why he always felt that the two were inexplicably similar.

"Lu Zhiling...heh." Mo Shang read the name, his gentle smile turned into a sneer, "Sooner or later, I will kill him."

what…

Mo Xiu looked stupidly at Mo Shang abandoning himself and left. Behind him, a fellow hurried over: "Brother, are you okay?!"

The same door glanced at Mo Shang's departure warily: "He is definitely not a righteous monk! It seems that he and Lu Zhiling have enemies, but fortunately... Lu Zhiling now knows his life or death, otherwise the magic way may be in chaos. We'd better take it right away. Pass the message to the ancestors!"

Mo Xiu Yu Shi: "???"

He slightly disagreed with the same school's words in his heart, but he didn't know what was wrong.

Yu Shi grinned and was helped to heal his wounds. What he didn't find was that this fellow who he thought was loyal to the Darkblood School released a spirit pigeon with a secret letter tied to the pigeon's paws.

[The Dark Blood Sect has a powerful person who is suspected of having a deep hatred with Lu Zhiling, which can be used. ]

The fact that Lu Zhiling didn't know his life or death had become a foregone conclusion, but those in charge of dozens of demon sects were still at a loss as to how to deal with Xuanwu Sect. In order not to disrupt the precarious balance between the several demons, they dare not hold the power alone.

Therefore, the power of these demon sects initially made a plan to place them in other undercover agents of large and small demon sects to find suitable puppets——

They want to push a man in the Demon Path who hates Lu Zhiling to the highest position, so that he can become a shield, so that they can secretly divide all of the Xuanwu Sect!

The "same door" of this dark blood sect and dozens of demon sect undercover undercover agents are fancy Mo Shang's attitude.

He behaved too naively and kindly, and he didn't know the truth of cutting the grass and rooting out the roots, and even left this dark blood sect's demon repair a life. This character couldn't be better controlled.

As for the spiritual power that exists in him?

The undercover is not a fool like the Demon Cultivator who died in the first place. The spiritual power of this young man seems to be abundant, but in fact it is vain. He is simply pretending to be, in essence, he is undoubtedly their Demon Cultivator!

The undercover thought so cleverly, he did not hesitate to report the existence of Mo Shang.

He didn't notice that a slender hand flicked, pulling off the flying pigeon at high speed. Mo Shang was carrying a sword, and blocked all the struggling warning sounds of Ling Pigeon.

Mo Shang cast a gentle gaze towards the undercover agent.

"Mo Shang" certainly does not have spiritual power, his essence is still a soul derived from "Lu Zhiling". However, such a low-level undercover agent could "see through" Mo Shang's identity, all because of Luo Zhifeng's release.

He knew what the powers of dozens of Demon Sects were planning, so he planned to make Mo Shang as a "poor" bird in their net.

Luo Zhifeng values ​​the identity of "Mo Shang" most. He has never forgotten that the owner of this body is Mo Shang. When Lu Zhiling is long, he cannot become Lu Zhiling.

Who is Mo Shang?

——Luo Zhifeng helped him set a very beautiful identity background, and he could become a bridge connecting the magic way and the right way in the future.

And these fools of the Demon Sect will be the first drop of blood that Mo Shang became famous.

Linghai.

Yuan Qingyan is trying to coax "Aya" well. She stared at the little girl bitterly, if she didn't mind that Lu Zhiling was here, she would have killed the country girl at once.

What a broken kid is this!

Ah Ya was extremely taciturn, she always stared at Yuan Qingyan with a dull and dull look, and saw Yuan Qingyan, a monk with a cultivation base, having a numb scalp.

Yuan Qingyan really wanted to cut her eyes with her nails.

Lu Ya was unaware of Yuan Qingyan's resentment. After encountering Luo Zhifeng's eclectic style, his loyal and reliable subordinates were forced to become "active" a lot.

He opened a pair of dull eyes, pinching his little skirt-Lu Ya never thought that when he would have women's clothing, but this was the Lord's command!

Which one is more important than the command of the Lord? Of course the Lord!

Therefore, poor Lu Ya no longer tried to resist, and even started to comfort himself... At least he played a little girl, not an adult woman, and the little torn dress he wore barely looked like a dress. He doesn't have to really become a girl.

Luo Zhifeng was watching the tangled and unlovable look of his subordinates beside him, and he had avoided Yuan Qingyan's gaze and cast several interesting and interesting eyes at Lu Ya.

Lu Ya: My heart is very tired, very tired.

He was tired, but still wanted to meticulously complete the task of attracting Yuan Qingyan's attention, staring at her all the time.

"land……"

"Wow!" Yuan Qingyan heard a very soft noise, and then she saw "Aya" approaching her silently, staring at herself with black hole-like eyes.

Yuan Qingyan, who had been sluggish after several days of mental torture, sat down on the ground, pressing on the dusty ground like an ordinary person rather than a cultivator.

The delicate makeup she deliberately dressed up could not be maintained a few days ago. At this moment, there was a little dust on her hair, just as embarrassed as she was when she was chased by a beast.

In the past few days, Yuan Qingyan's level of attack on "Lu Zhiling" was 0. She even watched that the original 50% of the basic favorability score plummeted to 40 because of the existence of the broken girl Aya!

"System, system!" Yuan Qingyan called the system hysterically in her mind. She suffered more than Aya's gaze and the failure of the strategy. She gritted her teeth in silence,

"Why every time I build a house, the house collapses, and every time I try to taste delicious food, they are thrown away for various reasons-even more, I can't even leave this broken thatched cottage?!

In the beginning, Yuan Qingyan played with the idea of ​​lure Aya and Lu Zhiling together. Aya was a child in the village, and Lu Zhiling had the same identity as her before Xiuxian.

Such a child has never lived in a gorgeous palace, wore beautiful clothes, and tasted the delicacies of mountains and seas... Yuan Qingyan intends to conquer these aspects.

Her storage bag contained gorgeous palaces, clothes and jewelry, and mortal food. She happily took it out and planned to give her two children some insights. What happened?

——Tian Lei scorched the magnificent palace building to dust, clothes, jewelry, and food attracted a beast that Yuan Qingyan could not deal with.

They, groups of moas have sharp beaks, three heads, six tails, and their bodies are covered with tooth blades that emit cold light. They took away all the things Yuan Qingyan had prepared, and even shreds her only vestment, making her a cultivator of immortality and a cultivator of the foundation stage to wear linen clothes like them!

And when Yuan Qingyan gritted her teeth and gave birth to take Aya and Lu Zhiling away from here, a wall appeared in the void, smashing her head to blood.

Even when Yuan Qingyan was in her unprecedented embarrassment, she heard a very light and cold sneer from behind--this weird tone was not from the little girl Aya? !

The system answered without blinking: [This is the plot. ]

Yuan Qingyan understood the meaning of the system in a second. This is the plot, so even if she comes, she can only live in a thatched hut, wear linen clothes... and live like an ascetic.

The system and Yuan Qingyan are too dependent on the so-called plot, short-sighted, and never see any clues. How did she know that the tribulations she encountered these days had nothing to do with the plot, but just a small trick Luo Zhifeng used to tease her?

Yuan Qingyan didn't know, so she "knowed" a fact for the first time-the plot was not a good thing.

She took the script of the protagonist, but there was no life for the protagonist.

Yuan Qingyan was stunned, and suddenly found that the touch on her left hand was a bit wrong. She subconsciously glanced at the place on her left hand, and found that there were still a mass of damp things on the ground.

...Bird shit. And she sat down like this, without using spiritual power to protect her body, her left hand just happened to be pressed on a ball of bird droppings.

Immediately, Yuan Qingyan felt her nerves tense for a while, and finally broke apart as if she couldn't bear it. The torture of these days has reached her critical point, and this unfortunately has become the last straw that overwhelms Yuan Qingyan's mind.

She doesn't care! She wants to kill Aya so that she will never appear in front of Lu Zhiling! !

Lu Zhiling, Lu Zhiling-why should she be afraid of a guy who has lost her memory, can he still shake the sky? ! She should have done this long ago.

Yuan Qingyan's last trace of caution was worn away, she gritted her teeth vigorously, her eyes pouring out explicit killing intent.

Lu Ya, who she thought was dull like a puppet, suddenly raised her head to look at Yuan Qingyan, with a cold look in her eyes. At the same time, Lu Ya's tail fingers convulsed slightly, which was always his habitual movement when he reached out his dagger.

Luo Zhifeng, who shrank timidly behind Lu Ya, gave Yuan Qingyan an understatement, as if he had anticipated her decision a long time ago.

Distract Lu Zhiling! Confused him!

Yuan Qingyan wiped the skin of her body over and over again, rubbing it off hard, almost. She tossed away a roll of silk fiercely, and after putting on her clothes, she spread the mist of poison with her five fingers.

She was chased and killed by the previous sect and trapped in the plot. The storage bag contained only poison with strong lethality and full coverage.

Yuan Qingyan was shocked by Li Luoqiong's fright, and when she treated the small version of Lu Zhiling, she was also worried. She didn't dare to use this poison at all, for fear of implicating Lu Zhiling, when the cannibal demon would take revenge on her.

But now, Yuan Qingyan's heart is full of pleasure when he swears the poison out.

She should have done this long ago. It's easy to handle Lu Zhiling if she is really stupid. A stupid doesn't need her to try hard to please--

Yuan Qingyan watched Luo Zhifeng and Lu Ya collapse, thinking that they could not be so. There was repressed madness in his pupils, just like those magic repairs who got into trouble.

She rolled Lu Ya's small body like a whirlwind, took him to a place where Luo Zhifeng could not see, and landed.

Yuan Qingyan grabbed Lu Ya's neck and "woke him up" abruptly. She intends to torture this broken child to avenge her stubbornness! Now Yuan Qingyan's mentality has been completely distorted, and her ugly **** is breeding wildly.

Lu Ya pretended to cough twice, watching Yuan Qingyan's face twisted and crying.

"Do you want to protect Lu Zhiling?"

"He doesn't need your protection at all! He's a **** devil, ogre, pervert-wait, I'll cook for him when I chop you up!"

"I will pull out your spiritual roots little by little, and you will see a big hole in your abdomen, just like the one I took away from the spiritual root...Lu Zhiling!!!"

Yuan Qingyan mocked the intimidator Lu Ya with a sarcastic tone. She even thought about replacing the protagonist Mo Shang, who had dug out her roots, with Lu Zhiling. She wanted to see the little girl shivering in pain--!

Lu Ya's body was indeed trembling slightly, but it was not the pain Yuan Qingyan expected.

Yuan Qingyan didn't know, she actually said the truth by mistake. The masters of her digging away the roots are the current "Lu Zhiling" and Luo Zhifeng. Lu Ya, as a close friend of Luo Zhifeng, was given to Luo Zhifeng by Ying Long on his first day in Xuanwu Sect.

The ferocious little wolf cub didn't believe anyone, and bit anyone who touched him, but he believed in Luo Zhifeng almost madly. Ying Long's position in Lu Ya's heart was even inferior to Luo Zhifeng.

Under such circumstances, Lu Ya, the little wolf cub, always remembered that Luo Zhifeng was **** when he first arrived in the clan.

His abdomen, which is the place of Consciousness Sea, received a severe injury. Although the spiritual roots were still there, Lu Ya keenly felt...His nobles occasionally showed a sense of anger when looking at Consciousness Sea.

He thought at the time, who made the master so angry? If he finds it, he must have killed that person!

Yuan Qingyan said this now, which happened to awaken Lu Ya's memory of the past.

He took it seriously, his body trembling with anger. After Yuan Qingyan was intimidated for a while, Staring Lu Ya planned to crush her bones, but at this moment, she saw a strange color flashing in Lu Ya's eyes.

Before Yuan Qingyan realized what was happening, pain came from her two hands. Inch after inch of devilish energy poured in frantically, regardless of her tolerance, almost bursting all the skin of her arm in an instant. The devil qi was like a meandering insect crawling on every part of Yuan Qingyan's arm.

"This……"

Then, Yuan Qingyan saw the powerless little girl "Aya" being held by the huge devilish spirit and forcibly breaking free of her restraint. "Her"'s feet were hanging in the air, her pupils shrank like beast pupils, and the brutal killing intent poured into her flesh little by little.

A dagger struck Yuan Qingyan's cheek like lightning, leaving a long line of blood on her face!

"Little girl" Lu Ya said word by word: "Have you dug out the spiritual root of the Lord?"

"Then..." Lu Ya's fangs cut his lips, and his eyes seemed to have turned into an invisible black hole, "——dead."