Shi Jiaojiao: "..." What the hell
Shi Jiaojiao looked at the little maid in confusion, and the little maid also kowtowed to Shi Jiaojiao, "Thank you, Immortal Lord, for saving the lives of my two brothers!"
No, wait a minute...
She couldn't be saved. She just used demonic energy to cover up the miserable bodies of the two people. Where does the demonic energy come from? If it had the healing power, why would she come all the way to the hospital? What Xuewu was she looking for? Just give it to her. Wouldn't it be better if all the injured disciples were healed
Shi Jiaojiao looked strange and said nothing. The two tree demons kept kneeling in front of Shi Jiaojiao. They looked at her quietly with four eyes, full of gratitude and awe.
"You all get up first," Shi Jiaojiao didn't know that the reason why she was able to use her demonic energy to restore the two parallel tree demons was because day and night, she slept with Xuan Tu all day long, absorbing his demonic energy, and Sleeping on his body, the demonic energy accumulated in his body is almost as effective as the Blood Crow.
The three people stood up when they heard the words. Shi Jiaojiao didn't care that the eyes of the two tree monsters were glued to her, and only said to the little maid, "You go first and explore the road again to ensure absolute safety. I will take the blood crow right now." , and then let’s go together!”
The little maid took the order and went out quickly. Shi Jiaojiao dropped the two tree demons and walked towards the giant blood crow.
This thing is extremely stiff, like a dark stone bed. If the little maid hadn't said it, Shi Jiaojiao would never have thought that this thing turned out to be Xuewu.
It was so hard, so of course it couldn't be hurt at all. Shi Jiaojiao put the bottle the maid gave her on the table, and touched the sword on her wrist with her fingers.
With a thought, the sword returned to its original shape with a clang, and the hilt automatically fell into her hand. This was because Shi Jiaojiao was really idle in the Demon King's Palace, and finally learned to use her own sword, but she was still not very good at it. Knowing how to control it cannot bring out the full power of this sword.
Shi Jiaojiao tried many places with this sword. At most, it could cut marks on the stones of the Demon King's Palace. The effect was almost the same as...well, a kitchen knife. At most, it could cut without curling the blade.
Before cutting the knife, Shi Jiaojiao thought of Xuan Tu and couldn't help but pause, feeling guilty... She had promised to marry him, but it was probably impossible. Not only was it impossible, but it would also make him embarrassed in front of the world.
Shi Jiaojiao sighed, then picked up the sword, pointed it at the corner of the giant blood crow, used the sword as a knife, raised it high, and cut it down hard -
At the same time, the outside had reached Tianzhongjie, and the pros and cons in the Tianzhongjie auditorium were facing each other tensely.
Xuan Tu sat on a high seat, leaning against his body, looking at the so-called decent people. In less than half a day, they had already united together, used weapons, and denounced him righteously.
It seems that if he marries a wife, he has done something heinous, even more evil than the bully who forces girls into prostitution in the mortal world.
If Xuantu had heard such words before last night, he might have had an attack on the spot and sent all these so-called righteous people into the abyss, so that they could have close contact with the abyss monsters and experience what it means to be real. evil.
But when Xuan Tu thought about last night, what Shi Jiaojiao said, and then listened to these people shouting, he was very indifferent, thinking that they were just farting.
His wife was happy. Even though they were both good and evil, she was willing to marry him. What do these hypocrites who talk about benevolence, justice and morality know
Anyway, when the wedding officially starts, they will see her willingness. If anyone dares to say no again, he will make that person's blood splash on the spot and dye the bright red auditorium with his blood.
Xuan Tu didn't want to pay attention and slowly closed his eyes. There were still two sects left, one was Cangyuan Sect and the other was Xuanyang Palace.
As soon as they arrived, the wedding would begin. Before that, no matter how much these little shrimps jumped around, Xuan Tu didn't want to argue with them.
These people really don't have much ability. The invitations under Xuan Tu carry shady secrets from various factions. Basically, old people who want face will not come, but of course the people who come can't be too unknown. Most of them are Some elders who have not achieved much for many years and are not taken seriously.
These people, who have not been reused for a long time, are finally able to walk around with the title of the sect. Of course they will make noises and "do their part" for the reputation of the sect and "do their part" for the righteousness of the world.
Xuan Tu ignored them, and they kept arguing until Xuan Tu opened his eyes and sat up straight. There was no movement at all. Even if there were two people who dared to speak, their voices were suppressed in their throats.
Xuan Tu sat and looked around at everyone. No matter who he passed by, his cold eyes almost froze the person, and that person didn't even dare to move.
However, Xuan Tu's eyes did not stay on anyone in the end, but looked straight outside.
There are crowds of cranes in the sky, and behind it hangs a carriage that is so exquisite that it is eye-catching. On the left and right sides are disciples flying with swords and wearing blue robes to protect them.
Xuan Tu only glanced at it before his eyes were stung by the frame.
He used to be in Xuanyang Palace, and every time that old bastard went out, he would be dressed in a blue shirt like this, and he would be at the top of the list of protectors.
At that time, I was so proud of my sect's pomp and circumstance, but now I am filled with infinite hatred because of this grand appearance.
Xuan Tu's face was gloomy, and he knew clearly in his heart that the old bastard was determined not to come to the cave, and the sick young man who crawled out of the ice coffin could not come alone as he held his treasure in his hand* He was in danger, so it was very likely that the chief disciples were sent to death by that old gangster.
It's the same as wanting him to die after using him.
The carriage slowly descended from the sky. Xuan Tu stood up and walked to the door of the hall. The demonic aura around him was unbridled and the pressure was released silently. The people in the hall who were chattering righteously just now suddenly lost all their composure. sound.
Xuan Tu is wearing a black robe with rust-red stripes, and a gold-red high crown on his head. The red stripes symbolizing the sages of the demon world flow slowly between his eyebrows. The demonic energy around him is stirring up the robes to hunt and fly, and he is wearing a king who dominates the world. Domineering.
He planned to wait until the frame of the bicycle came down further and knock it down directly. He didn't want the people of Xuanyang Palace to get any limelight.
The hands behind his back were constantly accumulating demonic energy. When the dignitaries behind him saw it, their faces were all pale and they did not dare to say a word.
They were able to barely withstand the pressure. They were all silent and full of benevolence and morality. At this moment, no one dared to remind the Xuanyang Palace carriage that was slowly falling.
Xuan Tu had a sneer on his lips, and the raging demonic energy in his hands was ready to go out. Seeing that the carriage had been lowered, Xuantu raised one hand, and the raging demonic energy suddenly turned into the shape of a huge ferocious beast, with blood flowing out. With a big mouth, he bit towards the frame.
The disciples who were guarding beside the carriage used their spiritual power to make swords and raised their hands to form a formation, but their cultivation levels were all put together, and it was really not enough to compete with Xuan Tu.
The barrier of protection quickly shattered under the erosion of the demonic energy. The disciples of Xuanyang Palace were staggered by the demonic energy. Soon some of them could not hold on and fell off their swords.
Seeing that the giant beast transformed from demonic energy had swallowed the entire frame into his mouth, Xuan Tu felt a twisted sense of joy in his heart as he looked at the disciples who fell to the ground in pieces.
He raised his hand to control the giant beast transformed from the demonic energy, and pressed it hard towards the frame of the car. He saw that the people in the car were going to be crushed directly together with the frame of the car.
Xuan Tu thought he could at least endure it, but unfortunately he couldn't. If he couldn't see it, he could slowly torture Xuanyang Palace like cutting flesh and destroy everything about that old bastard.
But when he really saw it, he couldn't bear it at all. He just wanted to crush everything in his hands!
The red lines on his face slowly twisted, and even his eyes were filled with blood, which was a sign that Xuan Tu had murderous intentions.
Coercion shrouded the entire auditorium inside and outside. Not only the noble sects had sacrificed their life-saving magical weapons, but even the demon cultivators could no longer bear it and silently found a place to hide.
But just when the frame around it had cracked and was about to turn into powder in an instant, a loud and pure piano sound suddenly came out from the frame. Everything it passed was like a huge wave, destroying everything and surrounding the car. The demonic energy in the frame caused it to fall apart.
Everyone in the auditorium felt as if everyone around them was lightened, and the blood in their chests that had been crushed by the heavy pressure also dissipated immediately.
Xuan Tu was knocked back by the pure sound of the piano, put down his hand, and frowned tightly.
Xuanyang Palace cultivates the most recent Xuanyang Fire. No one can play such a sound. Besides Xuanyang Palace, could it be that... the Cangyuan Sect!
The sound of the piano did not stop there. One after another, it became denser and more urgent. Listening to these decent people was not only refreshing and concentrating, but also had healing effects. , but it became more and more sharp and harsh, like nails driven into their ears.
The demon cultivators had all fallen to the ground and were crying out in mourning. Xuan Tu was not affected too much, but he was surrounded by demonic energy and the blood in his eyes became heavier.
The carriage slowly fell to the ground amid the sound of the piano, and the curtains were opened. Before Xuantu could see clearly who was inside, he heard the sound of the piano changing again, becoming extremely light and beautiful.
The demon cultivators who were writhing in pain on the ground quickly got up and ran away. The sound of the piano changed from covering the whole place to focusing on one person. It turned into countless swords in mid-air and flew towards Xuantu in a dense manner.
The visitor didn't even wait to get out of the car, and directly launched his killing move towards Xuan Tu.
Xuan Tu raised his hand, and the demonic energy formed a shield. He took a step back and started to receive the attack.
Everyone spontaneously hid in the corner and worked together to hold up the barrier to avoid being affected by Chiyu.
The battle between the great gods is really not something that little shrimps like them can bear.
The sound of the piano is heard endlessly, and wherever it goes, it has turned into a sword edge. Some decent people who often walk outside have already heard who is using the piano as a sword.
In today's world, the only person who can combine the sound of the piano and the will of the sword to such an extreme level is the leader of the Cangyuan Sect, Zuile Xianzun!
The demonic energy transformed into countless giant hands, biting towards the source of the sound of the piano. The sound of the piano kept changing its tune, tearing the monsters apart in the air.
The spiritual power and demonic energy were intertwined and violently dispersed. It was at this moment that the little flower demon passed through the gap in the abyss and poked his head out. He was filled with the scurrying demonic energy and spiritual power, and he vomited blood on the spot. , fell to his knees.
The chasing light had been suppressed and he stepped back, his long hair and robes flying messily under the surging spiritual power. His usually gentle eyebrows were now covered with a layer of chill, and he floated in the air with Qin in his arms, and Xuan Tu looked at each other, and it was clear that one black, one white, one good and one evil were two completely different people, but at first glance there was a shocking similarity.
But at this time, no one would pay attention to this. The battle situation became more and more violent, and the furnishings in the auditorium had been affected like ruins.
Everyone had seen how Xuan Tu killed brutally, but they had never seen the man who was always as gentle as the moon chasing the light and going crazy. They were all shocked beyond measure.
The little flower demon retreated to the gap in the abyss, wanting to go back and tell Shi Jiaojiao that he couldn't leave here for the time being, and the Blood Crow couldn't move. If the Demon Lord in the battle was passive, he would lose control. Then all of them will be killed by him and buried in the abyss.
But being penetrated by spiritual power and demonic energy, she was already at the end of her strength, and her own spiritual power was very low, and it began to dissipate when she was still halfway through.
Finally, she used her remaining spiritual power to send a message to her two brothers in a special way between the souls of plants and trees.
At this time, Shi Jiaojiao had already slashed the edge with her sword several times, but could not shake it even a little bit. She had no choice but to search around with her hands, and finally found the softest spot in the center of the blood crow.
The long sword was raised high again, facing the small piece of soft center.
"Master, no!"
"Master, no!"
The tree demons who received the dying message from the flower demon shouted together -
The author has something to say: I will post one chapter first, and I will write the rest later, hehe