Pop’s face darkened as early as Meimei spoke.
In order to resurrect his son, Pop separated Meimei's soul and body as early as the first day she brought her to the banquet capital, and stuffed her soul into the body that his son used after resurrection. It stands to reason that Meimei Mei's body should have long since become a puppet without self-consciousness, but now she is conscious.
Pop is a fool and he knows that he is being deceived.
"Xuan, Yang, Shao, Lord." He chewed the word word by word, as if it was Xie Xuanyang's flesh and blood, wishing to bite it to pieces, "Xie Xuanyang... Xie, Xuan, Yang!"
Pop suddenly raised his eyes, the darkness under his eyes made his eyes bloodshot. He stared at Qing Xiao, trying to stare at Xie Xuanyang through Qing Xiao.
Before he betrayed his teacher, he felt that Xie Xuanyang was a wrong man. He is obviously a man, but he looks prettier than a woman. He has a great ability to seduce people. He has taken away the soul of Mo Lingyan, who was born in a family. Fascinated.
What righteous person will grow up to be like Xie Xuanyang? What kind of virtuous person can confuse everyone around him like he does? This is simply a soul-grabbing demon! Popular people don't believe that Xie Xuanyang's paintings have any good intentions hidden under the skin, even more so now.
Young Master Xuanyang, Young Master Xuanyang! What a good Young Master Xuanyang!
Xie Xuanyang is not good enough for the name Xuanyangjun of the Xiu Xianjie, and now he has to take all the magic in his pocket. The most hateful thing is that this fellow dared to hinder his resurrection! Unforgivable, unforgivable!
The more Pop thought about it, the more he hated it, and said maliciously, "Sure enough... Xie Xuanyang should be damned!"
He only hated that he didn't kill Xie Xuanyang before he betrayed his teacher. If Xie Xuanyang had died early, nothing would happen now, and no one could stop him.
Qing Xiao said coldly, "It's you who's damned."
Pop's face was ashen, and he asked sharply, "Didn't you hear? He is called Young Master!" He pointed at Mei Mei, "Do you know what she is? She is a demon! The Fengmo clan who are loyal to the Demon Lord of Extreme Dao. The only person who can be called the young master by her is the descendant of the Demon Lord of the Extreme Dao, the young master of the devil world! Xie Xuanyang, he is a devil!"
Pop thought that after he identified Xie Xuanyang's identity, he would see Qingxiao's face change suddenly, but Qingxiao was not surprised at all, and Zhangzhang looked like he knew it for a long time. He only heard him ask, "Young Master of the Demon World, isn't it you?"
The popularity suddenly choked. When he accidentally entered the ruins of a demon cultivator, he obtained all the cultivation bases left by the demon cultivator, and he also knew from the remaining spiritual consciousness of the demon cultivator that he was the bloodline of the Demon Venerable Extreme Dao. The name of the young master, every demon who follows him is also because he is the young master. But if I really want to say the identity of this young master, Pop himself has no idea after thinking about it.
Now another young master, Xie Xuanyang, has emerged, and Pop is so annoyed now that there is no fear of his own identity. But it was impossible for him to admit that he was a fake young master. He took a deep breath, "It's me."
Qing Xiao said, "A devil dare to speak of my Dao Companion?"
Pop was stunned, he couldn't refute Qing Xiao. Everyone standing in the position of Qingxiao will choose to trust their Taoist companion, rather than listening to a demon, even if the demon was his apprentice. However, each of these people should not include Daojun Qingxiao.
Jianxiu Qingxiao Daojun should be the most ruthless person in the world. He sticks to the right way, has no regard for love and righteousness, and uses the sword in his hand to slay the evil in the world and seek to prove the way of heaven. Rao is facing the closest relationship with him. People will not show mercy.
Although Xie Xuanyang is Qingxiao's Taoist companion, it is an undeniable fact that he is called the young master by the little girls of the Fengmo clan. No matter whether his identity as the young master is true or false, he is bound to be inseparable from the magic way.
If such a person falls into the hands of the former Qingxiao Daojun, no matter what his identity is, he can only end up being killed. But now Qing Xiao has just said something that is obviously partial.
Pop couldn't help but ask, "Are you still Qingxiao Daojun?"
Qing Xiao replied, "I'm still me, and I'm also human."
A person will have feelings, seven emotions and six desires are innate, but he has never met someone who can make him have feelings.
Pop wondered, "The way of heaven is ruthless, so you no longer seek to prove the way of heaven, and you no longer plan to be the head of this sword cultivator?"
He suddenly burst out laughing again, "Haha! It's time to show those Taoist priests who claim to be righteous. Their respected and revered Taoist Qingxiao finally, finally, could not stand the temptation of the devil's way. Do not want to pursue a thousand years of Tao! Haha! Their expressions will be very interesting."
Qing Xiao was unmoved, but slowly drew out his sword. He said, "What is right? What is evil? One thought is right, and one thought is evil. What is proving the Tao? Why is not proving the Tao? The sword is in the Tao, and you..."
I saw that the white robe on his body was windless and automatic, and he took a step but at the same time completely released the suppression in his body, and the terrifying spiritual power surged into the sky and swept the palace, gushing out to cover the entire feast.
In an instant, the expressions of all the demon cultivators in the banquet capital changed again and again—there was an immortal cultivator who entered the banquet capital!
The utensils in the palace made tremors under the terrifying spiritual power released by Qing Xiao, as if they were about to shatter. Qing Xiao stared at the man in front of him, and after a long time he slowly said again, "I lost my way, it's popular."
As soon as these words came out, Pop's face turned pale immediately, the blue veins on the back of his hands bulged, his eyes were shining brightly, and the muscles on his face were twitching and twisting into a hideous look. He glared at Qing Xiao, if he said that he regarded Qing Xiao as a master just now, but now he no longer has the slightest respect for his master, but instead looks at his enemy, "Who said I lost the way? ?"
At this moment, a sword appeared in his hand. The hilt of the sword was inlaid with spiritual stones, the whole body was red, and the sword body hummed as if countless ghosts were wailing.
Qing Xiao's eyes fell on the popular sword, the sword he had given him when he entered the Tao, but now even he, the sword maker, can't recognize it. He asked, "How many people were killed?"
His words were endless, but Pop could hear what he was asking. Pop stroking the crimson sword body with obsession in his eyes, he smiled and said, "Who remembers? Maybe thousands, maybe tens of thousands, long ago I can't count. How can the magic sword of Zhineng be made by killing a few people? Once it is made, there will be no one who can stand in my way in this world, even if it is Master, you can't make it... Ha, ha ha ha ha !"
He seemed to be insane, laughing wildly, tears welling up from the corners of his eyes. Qing Xiao looked at him, like a passer-by looking at a paranoid madman.
Pop laughed for a long time, and Qing Xiao also watched it for a long time. Pop finally had enough of laughing, he suppressed his smile and stared at Qing Xiao, "There is still one person short of ten thousand demons, and the ghosts will form. I wanted to use Master Taifu, but I didn't expect you to come."
A greedy light flashed in his eyes, he licked his lips, and said, "For the last sword sacrifice, let the master come here? Turning the master's soul into a sword spirit must be the most powerful sword spirit in the world. "
Qing Xiao said, "A lot of words."
In an instant, the sword light leaped, and Pop had already rushed over. Qing Xiao was not in a hurry, he avoided the sword move with a flick of his body, flashed behind him, stabbed the sword with his right hand, and hit the popular back chest with a puff.
The strange thing is that the popularity does not retreat, and regardless of the aggravation of the injury, he twists and slashes towards Qingxiao. The Ten Thousand Demon Sword is approaching Dacheng, and its Yin Qi is mixed with evil spirits. I don't know what will happen when it is slashed by this sword.
Qing Xiao had to retreat. I saw him retreating for a moment, his pupils suddenly shrank, and when he turned his footsteps, the man was already close to Pop again, and he reached out and suddenly clasped his sword-holding hand.
Qing Xiao said sharply, "This is not your sword."
Pop rolled out a few loud laughs from his throat, looking at Qing Xiao's eyes are already pitch black, unable to distinguish between pupils and whites. He said, "This is my sword!"
Saying that, he kicked out with his left foot, and with a click, his hand bones were twisted out of a terrifying angle, and the sword edge slashed towards the sky. Qing Xiao suddenly became annoyed, and with a wave of his right hand, the sword light flashed, the popular hand was broken at the wrist, and it fell to the ground together with the Ten Thousand Demon Sword.
Qing Xiao scolded lightly, "Not only have you lost your way, but now you don't even have a mind."
Pop shook a few times, his right hand drooped softly, blood kept pouring out from the broken wrist, and it soon became a small pool of blood when it dripped on the ground. He covered the wound with sullen eyes and jumped back, his voice hoarse and harsh as if the voices of the two overlapped, "Qing, Xiao!"
His left hand became a claw, and he reached out to probe the broken arm. I saw that the long sword in the broken hand trembled and hummed, but when it jumped up, it was suddenly stepped back to the ground.
When he looked up, he saw Xie Xuanyang looking at him with a half-smile but dazzling red eyes, even the most beautiful red lotus in hell.
"The Sword of Ten Thousand Demons." Xie Xuanyang crushed the sword body under his feet, and saw Pop's face bloodless, his muscles twitched and clasped his neck in pain.
I saw Xie Xuanyang smashed it again, and the sword under his feet suddenly broke into five or six knots, and the sword body suddenly dimmed. He said, "You're damned."
"Xie Xuanyang..." Pop said hoarsely, "You think you can kill—"
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly fell down. He clasped his neck with his only left hand, his eyeballs bulged, and the muscles in his body twitched. There was a hoarse in his throat, and the bulging eyes were full of fear, and his eyes were focused on the void, and he didn't know what to stare at, "Hua, Wen... you, you..."
His body twitched violently, and he could never move.
Xie Xuanyang sneered, "I can't kill you, but Hua Wenyu will."
The author has something to say: I'm sorry, it's more late today