Dijun's black moonlight is back

Lingyu stepped on Yanzhao's shoulder, propped his elbows on his knees and bent down to look at him: "What is this?"

Chunshanxiao pointed the tip of his knife at Xingzhi's heart, and Lingyu's eyes looked into Xingzhi's eyes.

Logically speaking, Xingzhi should feel angry at this moment.

The dignified demon king was stepped on by a woman and pointed at him with a knife.

But instead of being angry, he even felt it didn't matter.

"My heart," Yanzhao held Chunshanxiao's blade, "Do you want to cut it open and take a look? See if it's you inside."

Lingyu really wanted to reply to him that it must be me, but when he said this, he would probably pester him endlessly.

"Okay, let's change the question," Ling Yu asked, "Where is my master?"

Hearing her ask about Wen Jingchan, Yanzhi couldn't hold back his smile again.

"Your master," said Yanzhao, "why do you ask me?"

Ling Yu didn't want to waste any more words. After gently throwing the knife away, he changed his grip to a better way to stab downwards, and then inserted the knife into his heart.

"Where is True Lord Wu Yang?" Ling Yu asked.

An invisible coercion emanated from her body, pressing Yanzhao to the ground.

She really found it ridiculous that this demon king used the power of her body to actually try to compete with her.

Chun Shanxiao pierced his body, and the blood flowing from the wound flowed backwards along the blade and gathered in Ling Yu's palm.

The surrounding demons were still fighting, and the disciples of Mingjing Mountain were not to be outdone, and surrounded Ling Yu to protect him in the middle.

When the three immortals arrived, they were somewhat shocked by the sight in front of them.

This year's new disciple actually subdued the Demon Lord.

Wen Jingchan had fought against him several times. Although no one was present, he knew that such a crushing victory would never be possible.

There were too many people gathered, so it was difficult for Ling Yu to speak clearly.

She had already felt that her skull must be in Xianzhao's heart, but it was not convenient for her to ask directly.

I can only ask something that everyone can listen to.

"Zhenjun Wuyang is chasing you," Lingyu asked him, "You are here, where did he go?"

Yanzhao had no intention of speaking at all, but looked at Ling Yu provocatively.

"What do you mean?" Yun He asked confused, "He captured Zhenjun Wu Yang?"

Lingyu straightened his back and looked down at Yanzhi: "He doesn't have this ability."

Although she believed that Yanzhao did not have this ability, it was certain that Wen Jingchan was trapped by something.

Ling Yu didn't want to explain the unreliable people like Jingshan. A group of people had practiced so far that it was even difficult to defeat a demon king.

Ever since Wen Jingchan was a child, every time someone was injured, and it wasn't to the point of almost dying, the two of them would not be able to find him.

Ling Yu turned the handle of the knife and then released it. He formed a seal with his hands and whispered: "The soul is immortal, and the flesh and blood can return to my true spirit and gather my mortal body."

After a while, nothing changed around him.

Ling Yu was a little unwilling to give up and recited the spell again.

She was a little surprised. When she looked at Xingzhi, she found that he was looking at her proudly.

Without thinking, Ling Yu squatted down, drew out the knife and put his hand into Xing Mandrill's wound.

Her fingers passed through the Demon Lord's ribs and directly found the place where his heart was.

She felt it beating, but she couldn't grasp it.

Yunhe was so frightened that he took half a step back. Although he was a Taoist who also killed demons and demons, he had never done anything like this.There were times when he was injured in the battle between the spiritual beasts in the back mountain, but he was still unable to do this to the animals.

"You can't get it," Xingzhao felt pain and his face turned extremely pale, "I guess this is also a part of your body."

His voice was very soft, just soft enough for Ling Yu to hear her: "You can't take it away unless you give me another heart in exchange."

After he finished speaking, he laughed, even though the pain in his chest had made him break out in a cold sweat.

Lingyu withdrew his hand and squatted beside him, looking at Xingzhi indifferently.

Although she didn't like this Demon Lord very much, she also knew that he wouldn't lie to her. Since he said he couldn't take it away, he couldn't be joking.

Besides, she was in a mess right now, and she was still worried about Wen Jingchan's situation. She didn't want to waste time on Yanzhi.

Lingyu put away his sword and stood up, grabbed the Qing Zi Yin and shook it hard.

But this invisible magic weapon was motionless and made no sound at all.

As soon as she let go of Xingzhao, Yunxia stepped forward to capture him.

Ling Yu couldn't care so much anymore. Wen Jingchan had paid a lot for these people, but when he disappeared, they never remembered to look for him.

Maybe he was too confident in his abilities and thought he could handle it calmly no matter what.

Maybe he was simply used to being blessed and forgot that Wen Jingchan was just a cultivator who had not yet truly achieved immortality.

Lingyu tried hard to recall every moment between her and Wen Jingchan, trying to motivate Qing Ziyin by thinking about him.

But after a while, the broken bell didn't respond.

Lingyu put it down a little irritably, and when he turned around, he found that Xingzhao and the immortal leaders were fighting again.

He was seriously injured now. Ling Yu didn't know if he could still break into the Abyss of No Phase, but she didn't care anymore.

If these people can't deal with the remaining mess, then they really should stop cultivating immortals and go back to find a piece of land to plant crops so that they can have the first bite of new rice next year.

Lingyu's figure flashed and returned to the Green Willow Courtyard. She walked straight outside her house.

She picked up the bag of glutinous rice cakes in the courtyard and easily unlocked the door to Tongyan's room.

Wen Jingchan came back and still thought about bringing her glutinous rice cakes.

Where will he go then?

Just when she was thinking that if she really couldn't use Qing Ziyin, she would look for Wen Jingchan from hilltop to hilltop, Qingzi Yin was moved.

It is as clear and sweet as the sound of jade colliding.

She immediately followed the direction and appeared in Ao Zhuhai. In front of her eyes was the Taiwei Halberd that was wrapped into a stone pillar by magma.

Wen Jingchan hung in front of it, entangled in thousands of thin threads that emitted silver light like silk.

There were no obvious injuries on his body, and his eyes were softly closed, as if he had just fallen asleep peacefully.

Ling Yu flew in front of him and tried to untie the thread with her hands. Unexpectedly, fine cuts immediately appeared on her hands.

These seemingly delicate threads would instantly hurt her if touched.

Lingyu used Chunshan Xiaoxiao again, but it still had no effect.Later, she tried Xuan Yi Fire and Ziwei Heaven Fire, all in vain.

As a last resort, Lingyu had no choice but to pat Wen Jingchan on the face: "Master, wake up."

Wen Jingchan didn't respond to her. He closed his eyes quietly and breathed steadily and evenly.

Tangled with these threads, Ling Yu couldn't take him away, and he didn't know how to wake him up for a while.

Just when she was helpless, she was suddenly sucked into the illusion. (End of chapter)