The weakest peak master? All my disciples are immortal kings and empresses.

"Here! I'll give it to you. This thing doesn't have any exquisite features. From time to time, you can pass some spiritual energy to nourish his soul and keep his soul from dispersing."

"By the way, there is also the soul-binding bottle that contains your senior master. I have already dispelled the evil spirit in it and added a soul-nourishing pill. Now it has become a soul-nourishing bottle."

After Su Changqing handed the two soul-binding bottles to Luo Xue, he continued, "After your senior master's soul is nurtured and solidified, you can send it to the underworld to reincarnate."

"Thank you, Master!"

Hearing this, Luo Xue smiled.

Although the master could not be resurrected, she was spared from being tortured by the soul-binding bottle. Being able to reincarnate in the underworld was already the best result.

"Let's go. Breaking through the realm and understanding the sword intent, we have gained a lot from going down the mountain today."

Su Changqing walked out of the mountain house with a folding fan in a fluttering green dress.

"Master, where did you get this outfit?"

Luo Xue hurriedly caught up with Su Changqing, looked her master up and down, and asked curiously with a smile covering her mouth.

In the past, Su Changqing always wore a white robe, which was a bit cold as a banished immortal. Now he changed into a scholar's outfit, and his already handsome profile became a little immature, more humane, like a brother next door.

"What? It doesn't look good?"

Su Changqing stopped, lowered his head to look at his outfit and said, "Just now at the market, I saw that it was quite suitable for me, so I spent more than a dozen spirit stones to buy it. I feel so sorry for Master."

"Handsome! Master is very handsome in whatever he wears!"

Luo Xue walked to Su Changqing and promised Su Changqing with a shy face.

As for the fact that Master was sorry for the spirit stones, she kept it in mind and would earn a lot of spirit stones for Master in the future so that Master could buy whatever clothes he wanted.

The two of them left the mountain house together.

......

Erga Daoyu, in the Nightmare Cult.

In a mansion filled with demonic energy, there was a skinny, gloomy old man sitting on a black cushion, with several bodies of mud that had been drained of blood and flesh in front of him.

He closed his eyes tightly to calm his mind, and stretched out a hand through the black vortex hole in front of him.

Suddenly, he suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the black vortex in horror, and the next second he let out a sharp scream: "Ah!"

He pulled his hand out of the black vortex hole again, and it was cut off smoothly at the wrist, with only black liquid like mud constantly oozing out from the broken end.

"My hand! My hand!"

The Nightmare Ancestor bit the two remaining yellow teeth in his mouth in pain, his turbid and deep eyes widened, looking at the broken part in disbelief, shouting in pain with all his might.

"Who is it! Who dares to cut off my hand! I must find you, eat your flesh and blood alive, and bind your soul for ten thousand years!"

As soon as he said this, he saw a spiritual energy bullet shot out from the black vortex hole that was only the size of a finger, hitting his forehead and breaking a bloody hole, and black muddy liquid oozing out.

Boom!

Before he could react, he fell backwards, his eyes were still wide open, and he couldn't close them for a long time.

About seven days passed.

"It's strange! Why hasn't the ancestor sent anyone to offer tribute for so long?"

"Who knows? Who dares to go into the ancestor's mansion to ask him about this? Maybe he's in seclusion, so we can live a peaceful life for a few days."

"That's right! There's not much flesh and blood left recently. If it's not enough, the ancestor might absorb all my disciples."

The disciples of the Nightmare Demon Sect were curious about why their ancestor hadn't sent anyone to offer flesh and blood for so long.

"Ancestor, what's wrong with you?"

There was a disciple who was extremely loyal to the Nightmare Demon Sect. He couldn't let go of the ancestor who had no news for a long time. Taking advantage of the night, he pushed open the door of the ancestor's mansion and looked inside.

The next second, he saw his ancestor lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. He hurried over and knelt on the ground, trembling and asked the Nightmare Demon Ancestor: "Ancestor, Ancestor, are you dead?"

No one answered for a long time.

He plucked up his courage and walked towards the Nightmare Demon Ancestor step by step. He saw the severed arm of the Nightmare Demon Ancestor and the bloody hole between his eyebrows. He cried out with tears in his eyes: "Ancestor, Ancestor, are you dead? You died so tragically!"

"Shut up! If you die, I won't die either."

Suddenly, the turbid eyeballs of the Nightmare Demon Ancestor turned around, and an extremely weak and withered voice came out of its mouth.

"Ancestor, you are not dead! You made me so worried!"

The disciple breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest to feel relieved.

"If no one came to make up for me,If the heart is filled with blood, I will die in a month, but now you are here, I, the ancestor, will not die. "

The Nightmare Demon Ancestor stared at the disciple with his eyes and said with great relief.

"Ancestor, what do you mean by that?"

The disciple looked at the Nightmare Demon Ancestor and asked, but before he finished speaking, he saw a withered arm grabbing his chest.

Although it was a jagged bone, it had unimaginable strength. It only took a slight scratch to break the flesh and blood of the disciple's chest, and took out his heart directly with a fierce scoop.

"Ancestor, you..."

The disciple's seven orifices were bleeding, just like when the Nightmare Demon Ancestor died a few days ago, his eyes were wide open and he looked at this scene in disbelief.

He came to care about the ancestor with good intentions, but he never thought that he would become the ancestor's resurrection sacrifice , leaving the last thought before death.

If there is a next life, he will definitely not join the Demon Cult, and will not care about anyone kindly.

However, he didn't know that he would never have a next life.

The Nightmare Demon Ancestor put the heart he had taken in his mouth, bit it hard and swallowed it into his body. In an instant, the demonic energy surged around him again, constantly inhaling into his mouth and nose.

The blood hole between his eyebrows was slowly sutured at a visible trend, and the broken part of his arm also had white bones regenerated, and slowly the flesh and blood grew on the bones.

"Hehehe! I finally woke up!"

He stood up from the ground with his legs propped up, and the bones in his body made a clattering sound. He looked in the direction of Shengri Daoyu outside the hall, squinting his turbid eyes: "Although I don't know who you are, but if you can cut off one of my arms, you must not be an ordinary person. I don't know how delicious the flesh and blood will be. "

"When I have mastered my magical power, condensed into a demon form, and become the demon lord feared by the world, I will definitely find you to avenge my broken arm! I will just let you live for a while!"

Then, he walked through a statue of the demon god in front of him, opened the secret door and walked into a tunnel, muttering something, "Master! I am an unfilial servant and have not served you for a long time."