The Stepmother was Overturned

Shi Jiaojiao: "..." What is it?

Shi Jiaojiao looked at the little maid with a dazed expression, and the little maid also bowed to Shi Jiaojiao, "Thank you Xianzun for saving my two brothers' lives!"

No, wait...

She's not saved. She just used the devilish energy to cover up the miserable bodies of the two people. The devilish energy, where's the healing power, if there is, why did she run all the way to the Demon Realm, find some blood, and directly give it to one. Wouldn't the wounded apprentice be healed?

Shi Jiaojiao looked strange and did not speak. The two tree demons coexisted, and they knelt in front of Shi Jiaojiao. The two people looked at her with four eyes, filled with gratitude and awe.

"You all get up first," Shi Jiaojiao didn't know that the reason why she could use her magic energy to restore the two parallel tree demons was because she slept with Xuantu all day and absorbed his magic energy. Sleeping on his body, the devil energy accumulated in his body is already inseparable from the effect of the blood black.

All three of them stood up when they heard the words. Shi Jiaojiao didn't care that the eyes of the two coexisting Dryads would stick to her, and only said to the little maid, "You go and explore the road again to ensure absolute safety. I will take the blood. , Then let's go together!"

The little maid quickly went out, and Shi Jiaojiao dropped two coexisting tree demons and walked towards the giant blood crow.

This thing was extremely stiff, like a pitch-black stone bed. If it hadn't been for the little maid to say, Shi Jiaojiao would have never imagined that this thing was actually a blood black.

It was so hard that Fan Pin could not hurt anything. Shi Jiaojiao put the bottle the little maid gave her on the table, and touched the saber on his wrist with his fingers.

With a thought, the saber clank returned to its original shape, and the hilt of the sword fell into her hands automatically. This is because Shi Jiaojiao was really idle in this Demon King’s Palace, and finally learned to use her saber, but she still didn’t Knowing how to manipulate it, it can't bring out the full power of this saber.

Shi Jiaojiao tried many places with this saber. At most, he could chop off the stone in the Demon King's Hall. The effect was the same as... well, a kitchen knife.

Before the cut, Shi Jiaojiao remembered Xuantu, and couldn't help but pause, feeling guilty in his heart... He was probably not allowed to marry him if he agreed to marry him. Not only could it not be possible, but he would also be embarrassed in front of the world.

Shi Jiaojiao sighed, then lifted the saber, illuminating the corner of the giant blood black, using the sabre as a knife, raised it high, and chopped it down heavily—

At the same time, the outside world has reached the Heavenly Heavy Realm, and the pros and cons in the Heavenly Heavy Realm Auditorium are facing each other fiercely.

Xuantu sat in a high position, leaning against him, looking at the so-called decent people. It took less than a long time to unite, sacrificed weapons, and condemned him righteously.

It seems that when he marries a wife, he has done heinous things, which is even more evil than the mortal bully who pushes the good into the prostitution.

If Xuantu heard such words before last night, he might have an on-the-spot attack, sending all these so-called righteous people into the abyss of the Demon Realm, allowing them to get in close contact with the abyss beasts and experience what is real evil. .

But Xuan Tu thought of the words that Shi Jiaojiao said last night, and then listened to these people's bluffing, it was very indifferent, all as if they were farting.

His wife is willing, even if they have different paths between good and evil, but she is willing to marry him. What do these hypocrites who are full of benevolence and morality know!

Anyway, when the wedding ceremony officially begins, they will see her willingness. If someone dares to say a word, he must splash the blood on the spot and dye the bright red auditorium with his blood.

Xuan Tu didn't want to pay any attention, and slowly closed his eyes. There were still two schools behind, one was Cangyuan School and the other was Xuanyang Palace.

Only when they arrived, the wedding began. Before that, no matter how the little shrimps hopped, Xuantu didn't want to care about them.

These people really don’t have much ability. The invitations under Xuantu carry the shameful privacy of various factions. The old things that want to face will basically not come, but of course the people who come should not be too famous. Most of them are some. Elders who haven't had much success over the years and are not taken seriously.

These people have not been reused for a long time, and they can finally walk around with the title of the sect. Of course, they will be bluffing and "do their best" for the reputation of the sect and "do their best" for the righteous way of the world.

Xuan Tu was ignorant, they were arguing, until Xuan Tu opened his eyes and sat upright, and there was no movement. Even if there were two who dared to speak, their voices could not be suppressed in his throat.

Xuan Tu sat and looked around at everyone. No matter which one passed by, Xuan Tu's icy eyes almost froze the person, and the person didn't even dare to move.

However, Xuan Tu's final sight did not stay on anyone, but looked straight outside.

Cranes gathered in the sky, and behind it was a delicate frame that was so dazzling. On the left and right sides were disciples who flew with swords and were guarded by blue robes.

Xuan Tu only glanced at it, and was stabbed in his eyes by the frame.

He used to be in Xuanyang Palace, and every time the old **** went out, he would wear such a blue shirt and he would be the first to protect him.

At that time, I was so proud of my martial art, and now I am so full of hatred in my heart because of this majestic debut.

Xuan Tu's face was gloomy, and he knew clearly in his heart that the old **** was determined not to come to the Demon Realm, and that the sick child who crawled out of the ice coffin was held by his treasure in the palm of his hand, and it was impossible to come to the Demon Realm alone. Risk, so it is very likely that those chief disciples were sent to the Demon Realm to die by that old bastard.

It's the same as asking him to die after using him.

The frame slowly descended from the sky, Xuantu stood up, walked to the door of the hall, the whole body was devilish, and the coercion was silently released. The people in the hall who were still chatting righteously just now suddenly disappeared. sound.

Xuan Tu is dressed in a black robe with rust and red stripes, wearing a gold-red high crown, and the red stripes between her eyebrows that symbolize the devil are flowing slowly. The devilish energy around her body inspires the robe to hunt and fly, and she carries a king who is king over the world. Domineering.

He was going to wait for the frame to come down a bit more and knock it off directly. He couldn't see the people in Xuanyang Palace showing any limelight.

The hands behind them are constantly accumulating devilish energy, and the decent sects behind them saw that they all looked like earth and did not dare to say anything.

They can barely withstand the coercion is already strong support, all silent, full of humanity, righteousness and morality, but at this moment no one dares to remind the Xuanyang Palace frame that is slowly falling.

The corner of Xuantu's mouth was sneered, and the raging demonic energy in his hands was ready to go. Seeing that the frame had been lowered, Xuantu raised his hand with one hand, and the surging demonic energy suddenly turned into a huge beast, full of blood. The pot had a big mouth, biting towards the frame.

The disciples guarding by the side of the frame used spiritual power to make swords, raising their hands to form a formation, but their cultivation bases were all added together, and it was too little to see if they matched the Xuantu.

The protective barrier quickly shattered under the erosion of the devilish energy. The disciples of the Xuanyang Palace were swayed by the devilish energy, and soon someone couldn't hold on, and fell from the saber.

Seeing the behemoth transformed into devilish energy, swallowing the entire frame in the mouth, Xuan Tu looked at the disciples who fell to the ground in a distorted heart.

He raised his hand to manipulate the behemoth transformed into devilish energy, and slammed down towards the frame, seeing that he was going to crush the person in the car directly with the frame.

Xuan Tu thought he could at least endure it, but unfortunately he couldn't. If he couldn't see it, he could slowly cut the flesh to torture Xuanyang Palace and destroy everything about that old bastard.

But when he did see it, he couldn't bear it at all, he just wanted to crush everything in his hands!

The red lines on the face slowly twisted, and even the blood appeared in his eyes, which is a sign of Xuan Tu's murderous intent.

The coercion enveloped the entire auditorium inside and outside, not only those decent members have sacrificed life-saving instruments, even Mo Xiu could not bear to find a place to hide in silence.

But just when the frame around the frame was cracked, and the moment was about to turn into dust, suddenly a mighty and pure sound of the piano came out of the frame, and the place it passed was like a huge wave, and it would surround the car. The devilish energy of the frame fell apart.

Everyone in the auditorium only felt that everyone was light, and the blood that was crushed by the heavy pressure on the chest disappeared immediately.

Xuan Tu was struck by the clear and upright piano sound and took a step back, put down his hand, frowning tightly.

The Xuanyang Palace repaired the fire of Xuanyang that had just been hunted, and no one was able to play such a piano sound. Other than Xuanyang Palace, could it be...Cangyuan School!

The sound of the piano did not stop there, one after another, it became denser and more and more urgent. Those decent people listened to not only refreshing and concentrating, but also healing effects, but the dense piano sound after another sounded in Moxiu’s ears. However, it is getting sharper and harsher, just like nails driving into their ears.

The demon cultivators have fallen to the ground and cried out in sorrow, but Xuan Tu was not affected too much, but the whole body was surrounded by demon energy, and the blood in his eyes was heavier.

The frame fell slowly to the sound of the piano, and the curtain opened. Before Xuantu had to see who was inside, the sound of the piano changed again, and it became very light and nice.

The tumbling magic repairs on the ground hurriedly got up and fled. The sound of the piano changed from covering the audience to focusing on one person.

The visitor couldn't even wait to get out of the car, and directly put a killer move towards Xuantu.

Xuantu raised his hand, the devilish energy formed a shield, one step after the mistake, began to take the move.

Everyone spontaneously hid in the corner, working together to prop up the barrier, so as not to be affected by the pond fish.

The battle between the great gods is really not something they can bear.

The sound of the piano is endless, and wherever he goes, it has been turned into a sword. Some decent people who often walk outside have already heard who uses the piano as a sword.

At this moment, the person who can merge the sound of the piano and the sword intent to such a peak can only be the head of the Cangyuan School, Zui Le Xianzun!

The magical energy turned into countless giant hands, biting towards the source of the sound of the piano. The sound of the piano continued to change its tune, tearing the beast into the air.

Spiritual power and demon energy are entangled in tyranny. It was at this time that Little Flower Demon passed through the gap in the abyss before poking out her head. He was poured out of her body by the rushing demon energy and spiritual energy, and he vomited blood on the spot. , Fell to his knees.

The chasing light had been scattered and retreated, his long hair and robe fluttered messily under the surging spiritual power, his always gentle eyebrows, at this time, he was covered with a layer of silence, holding the piano and floating in the air, and Xuan Tu looked up and saw two completely different people, one black, one white, one righteous and one evil, but at first glance there was a startling similarity.

It's just that at this time, no one will pay attention to this. The war is getting more and more violent, and the furnishings in the auditorium have been affected as ruins.

Everyone had seen how Xuan Tu murdered brutally, but they had never seen the madness of chasing the light, who had always been gentle and moist like a moon, and they were shocked to no avail.

The little flower demon returned to the crevice of the abyss, and wanted to go back and tell Shi Jiaojiao that he couldn't go here for the time being, and the blood crow couldn't move. If the demon venerable who was in 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 the spirit power and the devil qi, she is already at the end of the crossbow, her own spiritual power is very low, and when she is still halfway, she begins to dissipate.

In the end, she used her only remaining spiritual power to send messages to the two brothers in a special way between the souls of plants and trees.

At this time, Shi Jiaojiao had already cut the edge several times with a sword, but couldn't shake it a little bit. He had no choice but to fumble around with his hands, and finally found the softest blood in the center.

The long sword was raised high again, right in the middle of the small piece of softness.

"Master!"

"Master!"

The coexisting tree monster who received the message from the flower demon dying and shouted together--