He originally wanted to crush to death this woman who disturbed his sleep like an ant, but suddenly his heart, which had been silent for a long time, felt a little interested.
"Little woman, do you know who I am?"
"I don't care who you are!" Feng Siyue snorted coldly.
Shen Wu Luo narrowed his eyes: "Then why do you want to come in and disturb me?"
Feng Siyue suddenly realized that Shen Wuluo had been sleeping for too long and had no idea that he was already inside the magic weapon.
She turned her thoughts and raised the corners of her lips slightly under her veil: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come in to disturb you, it's just that this is the semi-saint level magic weapon of Alliance Leader Ouyang, and I am just a little disciple who accidentally came here to pass the level, not a bride sent to you by others."
"What did you say?"
Sure enough, the expression of Shen Wuluo in front of him changed, his brows furrowed tightly, and suddenly he closed his eyes and released his spiritual sense!
Feng Siyue felt the oppression again, his spiritual sense was so strong!
At least it’s the consciousness of the Martial God level!
You know, Yang Aotian and Ouyang Feng are only at the Martial Honor Realm.
Feng Siyue widened her eyes and forced herself to remain calm. Her talisman must have been tampered with by Ouyang Hai. In other words, even if she crushed the talisman, she might not be able to get out.
The Shen Wu Luo in front of her is so powerful that if she wants to escape, she will probably pay a very heavy price. Adhering to the principle of not moving unless the enemy moves, she must try her best to make Shen Wu Luo reduce his hostility towards her!
boom!
Shen Wu Luo's spiritual consciousness extended out, and when it touched the boundary of the Tao, the picture bounced back!
The scroll began to vibrate as if from an earthquake, and from the perspective of the square, the scroll also looked unstable.
Yang Aotian quickly flew over and threw a few top-grade spirit stones into the scroll with great pain!
Ouyang Feng, oh Ouyang Feng, you made a big mistake. You shouldn’t have sent Han Yue to the Demon Lord’s tomb!
Feng Siyue stared at the Demon Lord and saw him cough a few times. He swallowed a trace of bright red blood without making a sound.
He is injured!
Shen Wuluo is injured!
Feng Siyue quietly used her special pupil technique and clearly saw that Shen Wuluo’s heart was... only half!
"What are you looking at?"
Shen Wu Luo suddenly approached like a ghost and grabbed her delicate neck.
The scarlet eyes stared at hers intently, and suddenly he stretched out his cold fingers and touched her eyes.
"You have interesting eyes."
It turned out to be a pair of ghost eyes.
The aura of Emperor Xuanshang in the square was frighteningly low, and a sword silently appeared in his hand.
Just when Lu Chen and Lan Yi thought he was going to take action, in the scroll, Feng Siyue suddenly pushed Shen Wu Luo away and took a few steps back.
Shen Wu Luo did not approach her again, and the murderous intent he had just shown disappeared.
"Men and women should not touch each other. Instead of bullying a weak woman like me, you should think about your own situation!"
Feng Siyue saw that he would not kill her, so she deliberately provoked him.
It would be interesting if he could destroy Ouyang Feng's scroll.
It's just that he is not in his prime now, and he is sealed in this semi-holy magic weapon. Maybe it was his enemy who did it, so how could he escape easily
Thinking of this, she stepped back, intending to find the scroll's spirit herself.
It’s better to have less contact with this weird Shen Wu Luo.
"Stop, little woman, did I let you go?"
Feng Siyue paused, not knowing what the Demon Lord wanted to do for her. But when she met Shen Wuluo's strange gaze, she had a bad feeling in her heart.
Oops, it seems like he saw through my thoughts!
"I was awakened early by you, and my cultivation level has dropped drastically. Shouldn't you give me some expression?" Shen Wuluo said with a smile.
"Well, I'm just an ordinary little disciple, and I'm extremely poor. If Lord Demon wants any compensation, I really don't have anything to offer."
"Your blood smells delicious. If I drink it, my cultivation will definitely improve a bit."
Feng Siyue took a few steps back in horror. She had suffered heavy bleeding when she gave birth to her two babies, and she has been suffering from anemia ever since. You can ask for her magic weapon, but if you want her blood, it’s better to fight!
You know, the blood she usually uses on paper figures will be recycled. She is the one who won't waste even a drop of blood.
"Come here, I won't suck you dry."
Feng Siyue would of course not go over, but Shen Wuluo grabbed her with his hand and the powerful suction force pulled her over.
Just when Shen Wu Luo opened his mouth to bite her, Shen Wu Luo's tomb suddenly shook, and then the main tomb chamber suddenly sank. Feng Siyue seized the opportunity, slapped the Demon Lord hard on the chest, and flew towards the door on the side.
hiss!
Her body sank, and it turned out that the Demon Lord grabbed her ankle.
Feng Siyue flicked her sleeves, and countless paper people flew out like butterflies, clinging tightly to Shen Wuluo's body, biting and pulling his arms.
But Shen Wu Luo refused to let go and insisted on pulling her down to sink together.
It seemed that she had no choice but to use her trump card. Feng Siyue gritted her teeth and prepared to take action. Suddenly, a long whip was swung fiercely into Shen Wuluo's hand. Then Feng Siyue's waist was rolled up and someone pulled her up with a whip.
The paper people took the opportunity to drag Shen Wu Luo into the abyss.
"Junior Sister Hanyue, are you okay?"
Feng Siyue raised her eyes and saw that this was a young disciple she was unfamiliar to her.
The disciple who saved Feng Siyue was very handsome, with a Taixu Sect badge hanging around his waist.
Taixu Sect? She had no impression of it. It was probably a small sect.
"I'm fine. Thank you for saving me, brother. Have you also been teleported to the Demon Lord's Tomb?"
After Feng Siyue stood firm, he took a step back calmly and put some distance between himself and the other party.
While asking the question, she looked into the abyss below. Shen Wu Luo had disappeared, and her paper figures also lost contact with her in an instant.
"I am Jiang Cheng, the eldest disciple of Taixu Sect. I was near the Demon Lord's Tomb before. I rushed over when I heard the noise and saw my junior sister in danger. Let's go quickly. It's very dangerous here."
The disciple of Taixu Sect spoke to her with a serious look and took her out.
The scroll was shaking everywhere, as if there was a severe earthquake, and it took a while to subside.
Feng Siyue followed him out of the Demon Lord's Tomb, and the entire tomb fell into the abyss, leaving behind a huge bottomless pit, emitting a strong and evil aura.
"Junior Sister Hanyue, when I came here just now, I found a place with abundant spiritual energy. Do you want to go there with me to practice? There are formations around that can block other people's attacks. We can form a temporary team and come out again when there are fewer people."
Jiang Cheng extended an olive branch to Feng Siyue.
"It's better not to. Senior Brother Jiang saved my life. How can I bear the shame of accepting Senior Brother Jiang's care again?"
Jiang Cheng smiled slightly, with a hint of shyness on his handsome face.
"Junior sister Hanyue, you are too polite. After yesterday's competition, I really admire you. Besides, you are so strong. If we form a team, we are more likely to win a place in the competition. This is a win-win situation. Junior sister, don't refuse. You can go with me to take a look. If you don't think it's good, it's not too late to leave, right?"
Feng Siyue hesitated and said, "Well... okay then."