The Villainous Shizun Is As Beautiful As A Flower

Shen Liuxiang had never seen such a smile before, there was a smile in his eyes and the corners of his lips, but there was a lingering sadness.

He couldn't help frowning: "Are you alright?"

Ye Bingran's smile gradually faded, as if he had completed a difficult task, but at this time there was only tiredness on his face.

He shook his head lightly, but his body swayed violently. Shen Liuxiang hurriedly supported him, noticed that the surrounding spiritual energy was restless, and his eyes widened, "Are you going to break through?!"

The people who had fallen into dead silence before immediately boiled.

Sword Sovereign goes a step further, and it is the realm of transformation!

Lan Xiaosheng's face changed suddenly.

Breakthroughs should not be interfered with. A little carelessness will lead to a catastrophe. At this moment, Nan Yaoquan is not good, and there are crowds of people around. It is really not a good time to break through.

Someone must protect Ye Bingyan.

He was about to rush to go, but Nan Yaoquan raised his hand to stop him, "I heard that Jianzhen Daoist is very concerned about the cultivation of the younger generation, and Ye Bingran's breakthrough is imminent, why won't he come out to protect him?"

Lan Xiaosheng's face was frosty: "What are you trying to do?"

Nan Yaoquan smiled but did not say a word, when Ling Ye saw this, he narrowed his eyes slightly and stretched out his hand to Su Baiche beside him.

In this world, there was a melee in an instant.

The heavy rain of beans slammed down on his head and face, Shen Liuxiang helped Ye Bingran to sit down, and the rain slid down his cheeks, his black eyelashes trembled, and he could hardly open his eyes.

He looked around, Lan Xiaosheng, Ning Runxin, etc. were stopped by the demon cultivator, and he was the only one here to protect the law.

Shen Liuxiang set up a barrier to cover Ye Bingran, just as he was about to add some protection, there was one more person beside him.

In an instant, he felt a creepy feeling.

"Give it to me."

The coming person was wearing a black satin robe, his long hair was meticulously tied by a jade crown, his face was stern, and he raised his hand to impose a restriction on the enchantment, isolating all the noise from the outside world.

"Master! Master is here!" The disciples of the Sword Sect were ecstatic, and the other monks were also happy.

On the bright side of the cultivation world, the only Mahayana monk has arrived!

Nan Yaoquan's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the figure standing on the eaves for a long time, the corners of his lips suddenly twitched, and he laughed.

"Yu Fusheng, ah Yufusheng, it's interesting, really interesting, it's worth my trip to mobilize the public."

Ling Ye had rescued Su Baiche, and when he heard this, he turned his eyes to Daoist Jianzhen, "What do you mean?"

"There are still things in the world that you don't understand," Nan Yaoquan was surprised, and then said inexplicably, "The foundation of the sword sect is in chaos, the cultivation world is weak, and I want to add more generals to the devil world."

Ling Ye frowned and thought deeply.

"I've achieved my purpose here," Nan Yaoquan turned to look at Su Baiche, "I've had enough fun outside, so I'll go back to the devil world with my brother."

Su Baiche gritted his teeth, leaned on Ling Ye's body, and glared at him, wishing to slash him with his eyes.

What Demon Venerable is clearly a control freak, and he doesn't want to return to the Demon Realm even if he dies!

Nan Yaoquan noticed the unkind gaze, smiled to himself, and stretched out his hand to him unhurriedly, "You took the initiative to come over and I caught you, the result is the same, the treatment when you go back is different, think about it clearly."

Su Baiche's body couldn't stop trembling, and there was ice in his eyes.

It is this kind of feeling that he hates so much. If he can be stronger, how can he be so controlled by others!

Tong Xi was also panicked, and shouted in his mind, "You can't go with Mozun, you should hold Ling Ye tight, the critical period is coming, you must stay by Zhou Xuanlan's side!"

Su Baiche's face was pale, and no matter how reluctant he was, he reached out and grabbed Ling Ye's sleeve.

He was about to ask for help when a chuckle came from his ear, "Why doesn't Su Zhenren stink anymore?"

There was a chill behind Su Bai Che's back.

Shen Liuxiang didn't know when he came here, raised his foot, kicked Su Baiche's buttocks, kicked him away from Ling Ye, and threw himself on Nan Yaoquan.

Everything happened unexpectedly.

Ling Ye turned his head to the side, looking at the smiling junior brother, he was speechless for a while, and everyone around was even more stunned.

Lan Xiaosheng: "…"

this fool.

Even if you don't like each other, you shouldn't shoot in front of so many people.

Pushing the same door into the tiger's mouth in public and acting so arrogantly and viciously, are you not afraid of falling into the truth!

Ling Ye stroked his forehead and sighed helplessly.

He stretched out his hand to hold Shen Liuxing's head, his slender fingers penetrated into the soft blue silk, and as if to vent his anger, he rubbed his long hair into a bird's nest shape.

Shen Liuxiang, who thought he would be scolded, was stunned, then dumbfounded.

"Brother, don't move, you're going to be bald! You're going to be bald!"

Ling Ye: "Do you know what's wrong?"

Shen Liuxiang pouted, covered the top of his messy hair, and moved to the side.

Su Baiche deliberately harmed him, he just took revenge a little, what was wrong. But on the surface, he sneered, and said honestly: "I see, brother."

The people surrounding the audience were still silent in the feat of Shen Liuxiang.

Ling Ye turned his head and stood tall, the night wind blew slightly ripples on the corners of his clothes.

He suddenly clasped his fists and pretended to say, "Since that's the case, Brother Lao Nan will take care of Bai Che, and I will come to the Demon Realm in person and pick him up someday."

Nan Yaoquan raised his brows, and he was relieved.

Ling Ye's remarks, in his capacity as Sect Master Qingling, informed everyone present that he agreed to Su Baiche's trip to the Demon Realm, so Shen Liuxiang's previous push was not at fault.

Furthermore, he and Nan Yaoquan used to be good friends, and everyone knows it, it's just a matter of private transactions between the two.

Nan Yaoquan agreed and gave him a lot of face: "I will naturally take good care of him."

Su Baiche's face was ashen, he was held down by Demon Venerable and unable to move, his eyes stared at Shen Liuxiang.

One day, kill him!

In his mind, Tong Xi shouted again and again: "Damn! Terrible! What can I do? I told you not to go to the Demon Realm at the beginning, but now it's alright, if Zhou Xuanlan needs you and you're not here, how will you deal with it in the future? He is even more difficult!"

The coldness in Su Bai Che's eyes was even worse.

When Nan Yaoquan left, he asked Shen Liuxiang again, "Are you coming with me? The world of self-cultivation will not be peaceful recently. For the sake of the foster father, in the world of demons, I will always protect you."

Shen Liuxiang looked at Su Baiche, who had written 'Life without Love' on his face, laughed dryly, and raised his hand in a gesture of begging.

"Brother, go well."

Seeing this, Nan Yaoquan didn't say any more, and finally looked at Daoist Jian Jian with a meaningful smile on his face, and led the demon world to leave.

Yu Fusheng is the most virtuous person in the cultivation world today.

Enchanted, it's ridiculous.

However, this group of ignorant people can't see it yet, and they still follow his lead, and sooner or later they will be attacked.

The group of Demon Realm retreated, and the tension in everyone's heart was instantly loosened, and the joy of rebirth after catastrophe appeared on their faces.

Shen Liuxiang found a place to hide from the rain, his body was wet, his black hair was sticking to his back, and the ground all over his body was wet with water droplets from his robes.

He covered his mouth and sneezed, untied the storage bag, and wanted to find a robe to put it on. There were a lot of things in the bag.

When I took it out, it was a crimson fox fur.

Last time in the bamboo forest, he was cold, and Zhou Xuanlan put it on him.

Shen Liuxiang looked around, but could not see the figure of his apprentice, who was usually the first to arrive in front of him.

He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, put on a fur coat, leaned against the side rail alone, picked up some wet melon seeds and started nibbling.

After eating a handful of melon seeds, the surrounding spiritual energy returned to calm, and Ye Bingran had successfully entered the realm of transformation.

He opened his eyes, and a shred of light flashed in his eyes.

Looking around, but seeing no one before, Ye Bingran looked a little sad, got up and saluted Yu Fusheng, "Thank you for your help."

Yufu put his hands behind his back, the night wind blew, and his sleeves flew: "You first entered the realm of spirit transformation, and the spiritual power in your body is unstable, go back and adjust it first, and you can leave the external affairs to your master and uncle to deal with it. "

Ye Bingran nodded slightly, glanced at a corridor, and turned to leave.

Yu Fusheng followed his line of sight, his eyebrows moved slightly, and he flicked his wide sleeve robe, and appeared in front of the young man in a blink of an eye.

"You are Zhong Qing's little apprentice."

Shen Liuxiang was startled by the sudden appearance. For some reason, every time he saw Yu Fusheng, he would always be frightened, as if subconsciously afraid.

After calming down, he saluted and said, "Meet the Daoist Jianzhen."

Yu Fusheng said nothing, stepped forward and pressed his shoulder.

Shen Liuxiang felt an ice-cold spiritual energy rushing into his body, his whole body was in pain, and his face was pale.

At this time, Ling Ye appeared and bowed, "Daoist."

Yu Fusheng put his hand away and looked at him: "The last time you told me that your junior brother was infected with an unsolvable demon poison, I still don't believe it, and it seems that it is not a false statement now."

Shen Liuxiang got out of the shackles, and immediately moved his footsteps beside Ling Ye.

Yu Fusheng saw this: "You are afraid of me."

Shen Liuxiang shook his head, stretched out his hand and rubbed his shoulders: "The Daoist Shenwei, the younger generation is in awe, so they don't dare to approach easily."

"When you grow up, you are more restrained than when you were young," Yu Fusheng's eyes were dark and unclear, "I hugged you before, remember, when Qing Qing was still there, every time I came to my sword sect, I would always take you with me."

Wuyuan Taoist, Fang Zhongqing.

Ling Ye said: "Junior brother was young at the time, don't remember those, Taoist don't blame."

"Zhong Qing's disciple, how can I blame you," Yu Fusheng said. "You two brothers and sisters, I have grown up with you. Now that he is not here, I will treat you as a direct disciple."

He took a step forward, put his fingers on Shen Liuxiang's shoulder, and patted him twice, "I remember, Zhong Qing hurts you the most."

After the words fell, Yu Fusheng disappeared.

Shen Liuxiang wrapped his fox fur tightly, feeling inexplicably cold.

Ling Ye tapped his fingertips on his forehead, and a warm air enveloped him.

"Master has been in contact with Daoist Jianzhen, and he is also a teacher and friend. After Master left, he searched for a long time before giving up. Seeing you and me, thinking about Master, I am emotionally excited, and I don't need to worry about it. "

Shen Liuxiang blinked: "Where did Master go?"

In the original book, there is very little ink and no information on characters like Yu Fusheng and Fang Zhongqing.

"I don't know," Ling Ye shook his head, showing some nostalgia on his face, "Master left in a hurry, so he just said a few words to me."

Shen Liuxiang: "Why is he in a hurry, what is he in a hurry for?"

Ling Ye smiled, with a hint of playfulness in his eyes, "You are about to return to the sect after your training, of course he has to leave quickly, otherwise he won't be able to leave when you hug his thigh and cry and make trouble."

Shen Liuxiang touched his nose angrily: "So, it's not that he deliberately pushed me away from going out to practice."

"Nine times out of ten," Ling Ye withdrew his hand when he saw that his long hair and robes were dry, "When Master is here, he will decide where you will practice every time."

Shen Liuxiang was stunned.

Nanzhou and Donghuang were all sent by Taoist Wuyuan to let Yuanshen go, so he must have known something earlier.

Ling Ye glanced at the sky, "There are still some hours, go to rest for a while, and we will leave for the sect tomorrow."

Yu Fusheng returned to the cave, and his body swayed, his slender fingers were embedded in the cold and hard stone wall, and the blood was flowing.

His fingertips hurt, but his heart was filled with joy.

Fang Zhongqing cut off the cause and effect of the world that day and disappeared without a trace. Everyone said that he had already ascended, but Yu Fusheng didn't believe it. There must be something in the world that he misses and can't let go of...even if it's not him.

Now, he finally found some clues.

There should be clues about Fang Zhongqing's whereabouts hidden in Shen Liuxiang. He loves this apprentice so much, and he calculates every opportunity to let him go to Nanzhou and Donghuang. How can he not deal with him after learning that he has a catastrophe, but instead Flying ignores it.

Yu Fusheng smiled silently.

He raised his head, his face shrouded in a faint devilish aura.

Shen Liuxiang returned to Qingling's disciple's residence and glanced at Zhou Xuanlan's room, but there was still no movement inside.

I do not know where to go.

He was thinking about whether to look for it or not, when a small figure jumped out from the dark, stretched out his arms and hugged his legs, turning it into a leg pendant.

"Daddy~"

Shen Liuxiang had no choice but to pick up the fat baby with one hand and go back to the room.

"It's great that Daddy is all right," Shen Bubu put his arms around his neck, rubbing happily.

His small face was buried in Shen Liuxiang's white neck, and a few golden leaves were swept across his cheeks.

"Tomorrow Bubu will go back to Ginseng Mountain with the team leader grandpa,"

He was extremely clingy tonight, and he instructed in every possible way, "Daddy should always think about divination, once a day, okay?"

Shen Liuxiang tugged at the tender white face, which was soft and full of sensuality and elasticity.

Thinking of not being able to squeeze it in the future, I still feel a little sad in my heart, "If you are really reluctant, you can go back to Qingling with me."

Shen Bubu raised his dark and bright eyes, looked at him for a long time, and his eyes dimmed, "Dad said that Bubu is the most suitable for staying in Ginseng Mountain, we have pulled Gogo, we will wait for Bubu to grow up, daddy will Come pick me up at Ginseng Mountain."

Shen Liuxiang thought for a moment: "When did you grow up?"

"It will grow up when it bears fruit," Shen Bubu touched the golden leaves on the top of his head and smiled, "It won't be long, a hundred years."

Shen Liuxiang: "...I'll take the time to visit Ginseng Mountain in the future."

He picked up the storage bag, put the fox fur in, suddenly thought of something, rummaged through the bag, and took out a sprig of spirit grass.

Shen Bubu frowned suddenly, "Daddy, throw it away!"

Shen Liu was stunned.

The whole purple spirit grass was picked from Ningrun Xindong Mansion that day. He felt that something was wrong, so he picked one and put it in the storage bag. Only now did he want to inspect it.

"Is there something wrong with this grass?"

Shen Bubu sniffed: "This is the Purple God Grass, which is used to improve one's cultivation by unscrupulous means. Although it can help break through, it will cause damage to the spiritual veins. In the long run, it will completely cut off the opportunity to enter the Mahayana realm. "

Shen Liuxiang was shocked to hear that all the flowers and trees in Ningrun Xindong Mansion were carefully selected by Daoist Jianzhen.

He knows the dangers of the Purple God Grass. If he knew, wouldn't he...

Shen Liuxiang was frowning in thought, and the spiritual energy around him suddenly tightened.

On the empty chair beside the tea table, a man silently poured a cup of tea, with a cold look on his brows.

The silent coercion dissipated.

The spirit grass in Shen Liuxiang's hand fell to the ground unknowingly.

When he woke up again, looking at a completely unfamiliar place, he had a splitting headache, and the whispers echoed over and over again in his mind.

"You are Zhong Qing's beloved disciple, and I don't want to hurt you either. I will give you a chance and tell me where your master is."

"He was so cruel to me, but he couldn't let go of you. He must have revealed to you where he is."

"As long as it is in this world, I will find him in the ends of the earth."

"Tell me if you don't want to die!"

Shen Liuxiang felt a hand grab his neck and tighten it so hard that he couldn't even breathe.

When he was about to suffocate to death, he was released again.

Yu Fusheng's long hair was scattered, and the jade crown fell at his feet, shattered into two halves, surrounded by cold and dark air, with a fierce look between his brows, and the whole person looked like a ghost in hell.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the young man gasping for breath on the ground, the corners of his lips curled into a cold arc.

"You haven't answered, and I'm not polite anymore."

Yu Fusheng squatted down slowly, pinched his fingers, and said to himself: "Zhong Qing, you see clearly, it was your disciple who forced me, he didn't tell me your whereabouts, I had to use soul search to check, You shouldn't blame me."

"However, it's okay to blame me, come out and kill me."

An icy hand was placed on his forehead, Shen Liuxiang was shocked, and his pupils shrank slightly.

It hurts-! !

It's not the pain in the body, but the soul, as if a sharp knife is scraping, to cut off his soul inch by inch and strip it from the body.

The pain was so extreme that Shen Liuxiang's consciousness began to collapse, his fingertips pierced the skin unconsciously, and digged the flesh on his arm, subconsciously trying to transfer some of the pain from his soul.

Seeing this, Yu Fusheng seemed to find it very interesting, and threw him a dagger.

"Hold on, don't die before I finish examining your soul, Zhong Qing must have put a soul imprint on you, and I must find it."

Time passed slowly, and before he knew it, Shen Liu was covered in bruises and bruises, and his robes were stained with blood, all of which were cut with his fingernails and daggers.

But the torment on the soul continued, as if never ending.

The sky was gray, and it was still a few hours before dawn.

Zhou Xuanlan returned to her residence, glanced at the brightly lit room, hesitated for a moment, stood at the door, and called out, "Master."

There was no response from the room,

Zhou Xuanlan lowered her eyes and put her fingers on the door.

I deliberately came back later, I wanted to wait for the master to calm down, but still ignored him.

His fingertips were not tight, and he wanted to turn around and leave, but he was a little unwilling, so he called again, but there was still no movement in the room.

Zhou Xuanlan frowned and pushed in the door.

There was no Master's figure in the room, only Shen Bubu fell to the ground and fainted.

Beside him, there is a half-folded spirit grass.

Zhou Xuanlan picked it up, his eyes fell on it, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

On the leaves with white luster, there is a crooked word, which seems to be in extreme panic, barely carved with fingernails.

A 'jade' character.

Zhou Xuanlan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he rushed out the door.

Tonight, Demon Venerable attacked first, and Sword Venerable broke through to the realm of God Transformation. One after another, the major events finally stopped. The disciples of the Sword Sect were busy registering the situation of the disciples of various sects and sects to see if there was any damage. .

Ye Shi was in charge of Qingling, and when he arrived at his residence, a figure swept past him like a gust of wind.

He Dingqing saw who it was, and hurriedly chased after him, "Don't go, wait until I finish counting the number of people."

The person in front suddenly stopped and turned back. Ye Shi looked at the young man's frosty face, and his heart skipped a beat, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhou Xuanlan picked up his shirt and asked in a cold voice, "Where is the Yufusheng Cave Mansion?"

Ye Shi blurted out: "How can you directly call the master's name?"

"I ask you where he is!!"

Ye Shi was stunned for a moment. The eyes of the young man in front of him were bloodshot, and his slender hands couldn't stop shaking. He seemed to be desperately trying to contain the killing intent in his heart.

At the same time, a cultivator of Jindan stage, Ye Shi suddenly felt timid in his heart.

"Come with me," he said. "Tell me about the matter, aren't you a disciple of Shen Xianjun? Why don't you ask your master if you have something."

After a while, the two came to the foot of a tall and straight mountain.

"Master's cave is on this peak," Ye Shi said, frowning after hearing the lettering in the spirit grass, "Perhaps it's a misunderstanding, the master has no reason to hurt Shen Xianjun, you calm down first."

Zhou Xuanlan broke into the peak without saying a word.

Ye Shi hurriedly stopped him, "Senior brothers and sisters are guarding here, let me know earlier!"

At this time, dozens of Sword Sect disciples with long swords appeared in front, and the young man headed coldly, "What's the matter?"

Ye Shi leaned over and saluted, just as he was about to explain, Zhou Xuanlan on the side shot directly, blasting the front out of the way.

"Bold! Dare to make trouble in front of the master's cave!" Everyone drew their swords instantly and attacked Zhou Xuanlan.

Ye Shi was sweating profusely. Seeing that the situation was already like this, it was difficult for him to die peacefully. He gritted his teeth, and simply shot to help him stop one or two.

Fuck it, it's a big deal to be kicked out of the sect!

"Go and save Shen Liuliu! Don't have an accident!"

Zhou Xuanlan threw away the person and swept to the entrance of the cave in a blink of an eye. When the disciples of Shoufeng saw this, they were furious and immediately chased after him.

Ye Shi was slightly injured and was a few steps slower than everyone else.

When they arrived, there was a dead silence in the cave, and the disciples of Shoufeng seemed to freeze, with expressions of inconceivable and terrified expressions on their faces.

The smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose, and a sense of ominous appeared in Ye Shi's heart.

hurried to the front.

Upon entering, Shen Liuxiang's black hair was messy and fell into a pool of blood.

He also held a dagger in his hand, half of the blade embedded in his **** wrist.

The person standing beside him, with disheveled hair and a ghost-like appearance, pressed Shen Liu's forehead with one hand, and kept saying, "I will definitely find it... I will definitely find it... Zhong Qing, where is your soul imprint!"

"Master, Master," someone called out tremblingly.

Yu Fusheng's face changed, and he shouted like a madman: "No one can stop me!"

He slapped the crowd with a bang.

Afterwards, Yu Fusheng looked at Zhou Xuanlan who was approaching: "You also came to stop me from looking for Zhong Qing?"

There was a moment of silence all around, Zhou Xuanlan raised his eyes, and a bloodthirsty sneer appeared on the corner of his lips.

"I'm here to kill you."

The thousand-year-old cave mansion collapsed suddenly, and a frightening aura of monsters spread, and when dawn was approaching, with the ancient times of prehistoric times, there was enough power to destroy the sky and destroy the earth.

The world is in turmoil, and the situation changes.

With only a little residual consciousness left, Shen Liuxiang noticed that someone was hugging him, and hugged him tightly, as if to rub him into his bones.

The man's voice was hoarse and trembling, "Master, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Shen Liuxiang moved his fingertips slightly, slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly a soft call came from his ear, "Junior Brother."

He was stunned for a moment, then sat up, his sea of ​​consciousness felt like it was splitting apart in pain.

"Don't move, just focus and rest for a while." Ling Ye sat on the edge of the bed and raised his hand to support him.

After a long time, the pain gradually dissipated. Shen Liuxiang took a deep breath and opened his mouth, only to find that his voice was hoarse, and he was almost speechless.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "Where's Zhou Xuanlan?"

Ling Ye was silent for a moment: "In Jianzong's Demon Demon Prison."

Shen Liuxiang was stunned.

The Demon Demon Prison, as mentioned in the original book, is where Jianzong detains the demons, so why should Zhou Xuanlan be shut down? !

His face paled, and he got out of bed in a hurry, but was held down by Ling Ye, "Calm down, listen to me."

As if soothing, he rubbed Shen Liu's black hair, and said slowly, "He seriously injured Daoist Jianzhen."

"He's here to save me!" Shen Liu snapped his fingers on Lord Ling's sleeve, "Senior brother misunderstood, you all misunderstood, Yu Fusheng took me to his cave, in order to find the whereabouts of the master, use the soul search technique on me!"

Ling Ye's eyes suddenly turned cold: "What did you say?!"

As soon as he grasped Shen Liuxiang's wrist, his gentle spiritual power penetrated into it, wanting to explore the situation in his body.

"Every word I said is true," Shen Liuxiang hurriedly got out of bed, "It's a misunderstanding, I'll explain and let the people from Jianzong let Zhou Xuanlan go."

"Wait," Ling Ye grabbed him and didn't let go, "It's useless."

Shen Liuxiang frowned: "What do you mean?"

Ling Ye said calmly: "No one will believe it, or why he shot Jianzhen, these are not important."

Shen Liuxiang was stunned.

Ling Ye's eyes became colder, and he said every word: "Zhou Xuanlan also killed the disciples of the Sword Sect. The most important thing...he is a demon."

Shen Liuxiang's head rumbled, and a huge wave was set off in his heart.

From the residence to the Demon Demon Prison, along the way, the swords of the Sword Sect disciples were all tied with white satin, and their expressions were solemn.

Shen Liuxiang lowered his eyes, recalling what Ling Ye had said to him earlier in his mind.

The outside world has now concluded that Zhou Xuanlan, a demon clan, has been hiding for so long, and finally he can't restrain his bloodthirsty demonic nature. He killed the disciple of Jianzong and seriously injured the Daoist Jianzhen. The sin is unforgivable and must be eliminated quickly.

The inside of the Demon Demon Prison was pitch black, and the door opened to allow light to penetrate.

Shen Liuxiang never imagined that one day he would see Zhou Xuanlan pierced by a black iron chain and chained in a dark prison where he could never see the world.

The young man was extremely embarrassed at this time, kneeling on the cold and hard ground, his black hair was scattered, his robes were tattered, stained with blood, and all his exposed flesh was covered with scars.

Hearing footsteps, there was no movement.

like a dead thing.

Until I heard someone discourage: "Xianjun, this is a fierce beast, and you must not approach it."

Zhou Xuanlan was stunned for a moment, raised his dark and deep eyes, his eyes fell on Shen Liuxiang, his lips moved slightly, "Master."

Imperceptible air sound.

Shen Liu took a step and clenched his fingertips, his palms gradually stained with red.

He pulled the corners of his lips, chuckled softly, squatted in front of Zhou Xuanlan, raised his sleeves and wiped his blood-stained face.

Zhou Xuanlan was stunned, his eyes were cautious, and he looked at him: "Isn't Master afraid of me, I'm a demon, they all call me a beast."

Shen Liuxiang: "I already knew that."

Zhou Xuanlan opened his eyes slightly, his face showing an incredible expression, and immediately saw Shen Liuxiang hook his lips towards him, the end of his eyes slightly raised.

"Aren't you a little goblin?"

Zhou Xuanlan choked in his throat: "...Master."

Shen Liuxiang looked around, if he closed the door, the place would be pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers.

He asked, "Are you afraid of the dark?"

Zhou Xuanlan didn't know why, and shook his head.

Shen Liuxiang was relieved, attached to his ear, and whispered, "Then wait for me here, and I will save you out."

Zhou Xuanlan was dumbfounded: "Master, don't waste your efforts."

Even if he loses his cultivation, Jianzong's care for him is the highest level, and everyone thinks that it was his demonic nature that killed the disciples of Jianzong.

However, even without these desires and sins, those people would not let him go.

A still young monster can seriously injure a Mahayana cultivator, and what a threat it is to the world of self-cultivation, no one will not understand.

His death will reassure everyone.

Zhou Xuanlan saw it thoroughly, accepted the sudden identity of a monster, and turned a blind eye to all the fears and maliciousness of the outside world.

Only care about his master.

Would you hate him for this, or would you also think that he was the one who was so demonic and killed innocent people indiscriminately.

So, with a worried look, he asked, "Does Master believe in me? I didn't kill those disciples."

Shen Liuxiang was stunned for a moment, then his fingertips landed on his forehead and flicked it hard, his voice trembling slightly.

"Fool."

Shen Bubu waited for a long time, and finally when his father came, he hurriedly rushed up.

Shen Liuxiang picked him up skillfully and put him on the table, "I won't care about you after that, you follow the leader grandpa back to Ginseng Mountain."

What beast must die, his apprentice is dead or alive, he has the final say.

Shen Bubu grabbed his hand and shook his head vigorously: "Dad, the leader of the team told me that there are disciples guarding the third and third floors of the Sword Sect's Demon Prison. You can't secretly rescue the big brother."

Shen Liuxiang didn't say a word.

It is naturally impossible to rescue people silently. Now there are at least five or six people who are watching his movements in the dark.

To save Zhou Xuanlan, he had to forge this path.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Shen Bubu said anxiously: "No, Dad, even if you rescue your big brother from the Demon Demon Prison, a group of people from Jianzong will stop you, and even if you pass through Jianzong, a group of people in the realm of self-cultivation will stop you. , it is impossible to save the big brother!"

His voice fell, the door suddenly opened, and Ling Ye walked in.

Shen Liuxiang poured a cup of tea and didn't look at him, just asked, "Is Senior Brother coming to stop me?"

"Yes." Ling Ye calmly said, "He is still young, he already has the ability to fight against Mahayana monks, and he will become a great enemy in the future."

Shen Liuxiang picked up the teacup, took a sip, and found that it was a cup of cold tea, "He has lost his cultivation and is defenseless."

Ling Ye: "What the world asks for is only two words - peace of mind."

Shen Liuxiang turned his fingertips lightly and poured all the cold tea remaining in the teacup onto the ground.

He raised his phoenix eyes, his eyes were cold, "I only ask for two words - he is safe."