Going back through the book to the time of the morbid devil boy

Chapter 28 Grievance
Ye Qingwu didn't care too much, she took out a black veiled hat from her storage bag and put it on. She held the space stone tightly and watched their movements.

When Yan Chi was standing alone, Ye Qingwu seized the opportunity and touched the space stone with spiritual power.

Everyone saw a black shadow jumping into Yan Chi's arms, and then the two disappeared.

"what happened?!"

"Let this half-demon run away again!"

"Who saved this half-demon! It's unreasonable. It's a disgrace to the world of cultivating immortals to have someone with a half-demon. If this elder finds out, he will have to skin this person."

Everyone sighed unceasingly, they were so close to eradicating the disaster in the world of cultivating immortals, but suddenly a person ran out to rescue the half-demon, how could they not be angry, after all, many disciples died and some were injured, so Wouldn't it be nothing to fetch water from a bamboo basket?

Mo Yiran was holding a sharp sword stained with blood. He was dressed in neat blue clothes, and he looked like a fairy. His eyes were unclear, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

The man with the black valance gave him some familiarity?

Qu Manshuang sighed deeply at this time, and said with regret: "So many people didn't kill this half-demon in a short time, which shows that this half-demon's vitality is very tenacious, but I didn't expect this half-demon to grow up. He looks so good-looking, if he wasn't a half-demon, I guess I would have jumped at him and spent a moment with him."

"Qu Manshuang, is this the time to talk about this?" Gong Aotian scolded.

Qu Manshuang curled her lips, and secretly rolled her eyes. An old man is just an old man, without any human touch.

Si Ming put away the golden Zen stick, put his hands together, nodded slightly to Gong Aotian and said: "Elder Gong, should you go and heal the disciples of your sect first, I'm afraid you will die if you delay."

Hearing this, Gong Aotian looked around and saw that there were quite a few disciples who fell to the ground and were seriously injured, among which he had the most disciples from Yuan Mingzong, and all the disciples who died were from his Yuan Mingzong.

Nearly ten disciples died, more than ten disciples were seriously injured, and more than ten disciples were slightly injured.

This battle, it can be said that Yuan Mingzong suffered heavy casualties for him.

Gong Aotian's hatred for the half-demon Yanchi grew deeper and deeper, and at the same time, he also hated the person who inexplicably rescued the half-demon.

Hu Mingdao gloated and said: "Elder Gong, if you haven't healed the disciples of your sect, I'm afraid the whole army has been wiped out before encountering the demon cultivator."

"Hu Mingdao!"

Hu Mingdao heard the words, with a smile on his face in Chinese characters, he asked back: "What's wrong?"

Gong Ao's face turned ugly, he had no choice but to gather the slightly injured disciples and asked them to bandage and distribute the elixir to the seriously injured disciples.

Other sects are also preparing to start resting...

Suddenly, an extremely fast purple figure rushed to this place, and everyone saw a handsome and monstrous man dressed in purple, his face was full of anger, and his eyes were actually purple!

"It's a demon!"

"Everyone, be on guard!"

Everyone was on alert for a moment, but this handsome and evil demon just looked around quickly, as if he was looking for someone!
"Small eyes, how dare you lie to me!"

Before everyone could react, the handsome purple-eyed man had disappeared in place.

Everyone was more or less confused. After all, this demon came and went in a hurry, and they didn't understand his purpose.

Qu Manshuang said: "This man is Qian Juechen, the third prince of the Demon Race! I met him ten years ago, during the Zongmen Grand Competition! He came here to make a mess of the Zongmen Grand Competition. This Qian Juechen Full of bad taste..."

Mo Yiran nodded and said, "It is indeed him!"

Anyone who participated in the sect competition in the world of cultivating immortals ten years ago knows that Qian Juechen is a demon, and his strength has been comparable to that of the middle stage of Nascent Soul ten years ago.

But now, I am afraid that his strength is even higher!
Mozu and Moxiu are also different.

There are many races in the world of cultivating immortals, and the demon race is one of them, as well as the demon race, feather race and so on.

It's just that the demons, demons, etc. are not very gregarious, so they are separated from the human race, and they are safe.

Demon cultivators, also known as evil cultivators, are extremely evil people who practice forbidden arts, bloodthirsty like life, and don't take human life seriously. They don't want to be bound by the rules of the world of cultivating immortals, and they want to become stronger desperately , Violating many principles of the world of cultivating immortals.

Mo Weiwei and Liu Huashang had met Qian Juechen in Minglan City before, and it was rare for them to look at each other in tacit understanding, each with their own ghosts.

Mo Weiwei suddenly took a few steps forward and said: "Master, I have seen the third demon prince Qian Juechen and Sister Qingwu being entangled with each other in Minglan City before, arguing on the street."

When everyone heard the words, their expressions were different.

Ye Qingwu actually knew the third prince of the Demon Race?
Hearing this, Mo Yiran frowned, and looked down at Mo Weiwei beside him, why did he feel that his apprentice seemed to be targeting Ye Qingwu.

However, seeing Mo Weiwei's innocent face, the doubts in his heart were dispelled. He watched Weiwei grow up, and he naturally knew her temperament.

Luo Tianyan was originally sitting on the ground resting, when she heard this, she seemed to bounce instantly, she came to Mo Weiwei angrily, wanted to slap her hard, but was stopped by Mo Yiran.

"Let go of me!" Luo Tianyan said fiercely to Mo Yiran.

Mo Yiran did not let go of her hand, but instead asked: "Why did you hit Weiwei?"

Luo Tianyan sneered: "I hit her because of her cheap mouth. What Ye Qingwu said before was correct, but Mo Xianzun, your apprentice will turn right and wrong!"

"At that time, I was with Ye Qingwu. Ye Qingwu was flirting with that ghost prince. Why didn't I know?"

"Mo Weiwei, why are you trying to black-name Ye Qingwu, who no longer exists in this world?"

A look of panic flashed across Mo Weiwei's face, she felt a little guilty, and was speechless for a while.

Mo Yiran naturally noticed the change in Mo Weiwei's expression, and while he understood from the bottom of his heart, he was also deeply disappointed.

"That's enough! Luo Tianyan, stop yelling and yelling again and again regardless of your identity, just silence yourself for two hours!"

After finishing speaking, Mo Yiran made a secret speech formula.

Luo Tianyan felt a force shut her mouth tightly, and she suddenly felt aggrieved.

Her eyes were a little red... Ye Qingwu, where are you?Can you come back and help me fight them?They all bully me!

Suddenly, someone hugged her shoulders, and a masculine breath came from the tip of her nose.

Luo Tianyan raised her eyes and saw that it was Fang Zeyan. Suddenly, her grievance disappeared and was replaced by disgust.

He dared to touch himself, tired of life?
She is not a casual woman, Luo Tianyan started to break away from his arm around the shoulder, but he tightened her grip even more.

I just heard him say to Mo Xianzun: "Mo Xianzun, you are so disappointing, you actually defend your own apprentice indiscriminately!"

(End of this chapter)