The clear and cold sword in Wen Shili's hand stabbed towards the black fog without hesitation.
This sword had hit Ye Linyuan's vital point. The sound of coughing up blood could be heard from the black fog: "You have to protect him well. I want to see if you can protect him for a while, but can you protect him for a lifetime? Hahaha - hahaha -"
Blood spurted out wildly, large areas of red were spilled out, the bloody smell filled the sky, and the breath was filled with the smell of moist rust, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared.
Also disappearing was the demon army that had just come with such force.
"If my ears are correct, the Demon Lord should have said something like his disciple's resurrection or his downfall..."
"You heard it right. I heard it clearly with both ears."
"I have a bold idea. Could it be that Jiang Ziyou died once before, and Master Qinghe used some forbidden technique to revive him? And then he was caught by the Demon Lord? Oh my god, it's terrifying to think about it!"
"What kind of forbidden resurrection technique is this? I've never heard of it."
Jiang Niannian pricked up her ears.
Resurrection forbidden technique? It's not mentioned in the book
"Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean that Qinghe Zhenjun doesn't know it. He has lived hundreds of years longer than us."
Everyone present looked at Wen Shili at the same time.
The latter just stood there coldly, dressed in white, standing between heaven and earth, like a god who could not be desecrated. He heard the monks' whispers, his eyelashes rolled up, revealing a pair of cold eyes, and glanced at them indifferently.
The monks immediately fell silent, not daring to make a sound.
When he turned around, a monk started to urge him again in a low voice: "We are so far away and speaking so quietly, how can he still hear it?"
Other cultivators: “…” If you were a Mahayana cultivator, it would be hard for you not to hear it.
Jiang Ziyou said proudly: "Did you see that? It was my master who killed the Demon Lord!"
Just as Yin Ci was about to argue, he saw Yin Buqi falling straight down from the sky, his red robe fluttering in the wind like a burning fire.
"Brother Yin!" Yin Ci subconsciously reached out to catch it, but unexpectedly kicked the coal ball.
A mouthful of the demon clan's unique specialties.
Yin Ci: “…Fuck!”
Coal Ball seemed to know that he was in trouble. He raised his face covered with mud and said pitifully: "Ouch~" I'm sorry, Qiuqiu was wrong.
Look at my cuteness! Don’t ask, I learned it from Cha Cha’s dad.
On this side, Jiang Niannian quickly made a gesture, and dozens of vines rose from the ground, weaving into a cradle shape, just enough to catch Yin Buqi and slowly descend.
Jiang Niannian then breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over to check on Yin Buqi's condition.
He was unconscious, talking nonsense, and was seriously injured. The red spider lily on his chest was still there, but Jiang Niannian vaguely felt that it was not a good thing, so she reached out and gathered his clothes to cover it.
“Nian Nian… Nian Nian…”
Jiang Niannian hugged him and comforted him, "I'm here, it's okay."
But she didn't notice that Tang Murou, who was not far away, was looking at this place, thoughtfully.
"Master!" Jiang Ziyou saw Shi Li coming over and buried his head in his arms, put his arms around his waist, and rested his forehead against his collar, rubbing against him intimately: "Master, did you kill the Demon King?"