shock!Immortal Lord, he became the pet of the little witch in the devil world

Chapter 3 Falling into the hands of the enemy

A weak consciousness hit the man's mind.

Youhuang saw only darkness.

As the golden consciousness passes through it, some memory fragments gradually light up.

A little boy was thrown away with his hands raised and fell to the ground, covered in mud. There were tears in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to shed them.

Then the little boy grew up, and his face became more handsome and handsome, but his eyes were much calmer, neither sad nor happy, nor angry nor angry.

The young man stood on the top of the mountain, holding a sword in one hand, his posture proud, feeling indescribably lonely and cold.

The young man is getting older and older, and his figure is getting more upright and upright. The expression on his face is still the same. He looks calm and calm, and the sword in his hand is getting stronger and stronger.

You Huang had to sigh, this man was upright and upright.

An upright sword cultivator!
She recognized the sword he was holding and called it Qin Tai'a.

To tame the Sword of Tai'a and recognize it as its master, the owner must develop the Brilliant Sword Qi. The strength must be strong, the aura must be majestic, and the mind must be upright.

Being able to tame Qin Tai'a can be regarded as an amazing genius!
The scene turned, and the young man appeared in a secret room. There were three or four people standing beside him. The words he said could not be heard, but they all looked worried.

Especially the young man, whose face was horribly gloomy, and Qin Tai'a, who was hanging on the wall, let out bursts of sobs.

That was the scream of the sword!

The picture flashed across again, and the young man always walked out of a small room with a pale face.

Then he supported the wall and spurted out a mouthful of black blood.

I don’t know how long it took, but the screen went out bit by bit.

Youhuang watched the blood flow from the corner of his mouth, and she seemed to be able to smell the fragrance that made her addicted before.

These are the past experiences he has experienced.

The scenes that followed became faster. The young man attended funerals again and again. Each time, he would look up at the sky and remain silent for a long time.

The chilling air in him has weakened a bit, and he is more lonely and cold.

Until the end, when he was meditating, he was attacked and the entire secret room exploded.

At this time, the consciousness no longer flies forward.

Youhuang was stunned and realized that there was an invisible net in front of his consciousness blocking his way.

"I didn't expect that he was in a coma. There is such a mysterious barrier blocking the divine sea. His secret must be inside!"

You Huang felt excited and input countless spiritual consciousnesses one after another.

She wanted nothing more than to break through this protective net.

Unexpectedly, before the transported consciousness could gather together, an unstoppable pressure arose in the entire divine sea space, shattering her consciousness once again!

A huge force of wind blasted out from behind the net, heading straight towards the door.

"Forehead--"

Youhuang was caught off guard and had to withdraw his consciousness, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

She almost got sucked in by the thing inside!

At this moment, the man sitting in front of her suddenly opened his eyes.

Youhuang felt the breath of his body moving, and felt happy, "You're awake..."

However, before he finished speaking, the man quickly took action and struck her chest with one palm!
Youhuang's expression changed and slowly returned to normal.

Because the force exerted by the man is too small and has no lethality, it is equivalent to scratching an itch.

At the same time, she grabbed the man's hand, narrowed her eyes, and said teasingly, "Oh, you are so rude. I finally rescued you, but this is how you treat your savior?"

The man was shocked and wanted to withdraw his hand.

But Youhuang held on tightly.

His pale face was filled with embarrassment and uneasiness, and he scolded in a hoarse voice, "Let go. I have no intention of taking action. I thought someone was doing harm to me..."

Youhuang smiled and said, "I am this person?" How many people on this continent can claim to be this person?

Youhuang lives deep in the Demon Palace, but he is also aware of the factions of Taoist cultivators outside.

But she didn't care at all about this man's identity.

"I don't care who you are, even if you are an immortal, if you are brought back by me, you will be respected by me!"

You Huang let go of his hand and threw a robe over.

The man's face froze.

He looked at the surrounding environment and knew that this was someone else's territory.

It's just that the demonic energy here is strong...

He suddenly remembered the abyss he had fallen into before, and the actions of those people who chased him there but stopped abruptly, and felt hateful and angry in his heart.

I'm just afraid of falling into the abyss of the demon world.

Under his palm was a piece of cold black ice. Without the protection of a thousand years of cultivation, he was shivering from the cold.

You Huang looked at him and found it a little interesting, "You're not still thinking about running away, are you?"

The man trembled and said, "I am seriously injured now and have lost all my cultivation. How can I escape from here?"

"You react quickly and are calm enough!"

It's not that You Huang praised him, but he was really surprised by this man's endurance.

For those who cultivate immortality, cultivation is the most important thing. If their cultivation is destroyed and their foundation is dug, they will be useless even if they are not dead.

How many people in this continent can withstand such a disaster?
But this man said it easily, and he was quite aware of current affairs.

"What's your name?"

Youhuang lifted his chin frivolously and blew in the hot air of incense.

The man tilted his head and gritted his teeth and said, "Just call me Ben, just call me Dongchang!"

You Huang laughed.

What Dongchang? !

He claims to be the deity and is a sword cultivator with Mahayana cultivation. She has heard of Haichang Xianzun, the founding master of Fuyun Sect!
It's just that he hasn't ascended to immortality after all, and the world respects him, so naturally calling him an immortal is just flattery.

Youhuang hates these false etiquette the most, which makes him appear hypocritical.

If Haichang Immortal Lord is really admired by everyone, why has he fallen to this level today?
This person may also have a strong self-esteem. After the tiger fell into the sun, he thought of telling her a false name to deceive her.

However, Dongchang sounds better than Haichang.

She knew the origin of this man, but she still smiled and said, "It turns out to be Taoist Master Dongchang, how disrespectful!"

She sounded nice, but Haichang didn't feel her respect at all.

The woman in front of her was too charming. Not only was she dressed in revealing clothes, but she also behaved frivolously and casually. She could touch the man's face and look at the man's body whenever she wanted.

"Hmph, even though you saved me, I will repay you. Can you please send me out of the demon world? I will repay you generously in Dongchang one day!"

Haichang wrapped his clothes tightly, endured the pain on his body, and tremblingly tried to get off the Xuanbing stone bed.

Youhuang said displeasedly, "Let you go? No!"

She stretched out her hand and nailed Haichang to the bed with one move, "You are the one I rescued. It just so happens that the Demon Palace still lacks a pet that pleases me, so why not let you take over!"

Haichang suppressed a sickly blush on his pale face, and was angry that he was unable to resist, "No, I am a sword cultivator, how can I stay in the demon world and hide in it?"

Based on You Huang's words just now, he guessed her approximate identity.

This charming woman is a tough one!

"Why not?"

Youhuang smiled and put her face close to his, and said word by word, "Haichang Immortal Lord, your spiritual roots have been dug away. How will you survive if you leave the Demon Palace?"

(End of this chapter)