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Since Yan Qingning's return, the formerly deserted Demon Clan has become a lot more lively.

But only a few people among the demon clan know how seriously the demon king they admired suffered when he came back from the world of cultivation.

"Your Majesty, what exactly have you experienced in the world of cultivation?" A demon elder lingered for a long time and finally couldn't help but ask.

Yan Qingning sat on the high seat with a pale face, supporting his head with one hand: "I'm fine."

"Your Majesty!" The demon elder wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Yan Qingning's eyesight.

The salty taste of blood filled his throat again. He calmed down and said, "I heard that a powerful monster appeared recently three miles east of Ji City in the human world?"

An elder of the demon clan stepped forward boldly: "May I ask why your Majesty mentioned this matter..."

"I am going to go alone and hunt it down." After he finished speaking, he covered his mouth and used the cover of his wide sleeves to wipe away the blood on his lips.

If it weren't for covering the blood stains, he really... wouldn't want to wear clothes with such wide sleeves at all.

"Your Majesty, this is absolutely impossible!"

"That monster is extremely powerful. If you were to face it, your chances of winning would be slim!"

"Please, Your Majesty, take back your life!"

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The resistance below became louder and louder, making Yan Qingning feel dizzy, and his eyesight turned black.

He pressed his temples and forced himself to cheer up: "I have made up my mind, don't say more."

"Your honor!"

"My lord!"

"My lord!!!"

He was probably bored, his face showed a bit of tiredness, and he waved everyone to leave: "I just informed you today, I didn't ask for your opinions."

As his black sleeves fluttered, he turned into a wisp of demonic energy and left the hall where the demons were discussing alone.

No one knew that when he returned to the demon altar alone, the moment he landed on the ground, he didn't even have the strength to support his body to stand up...

"Ha..." He laughed to himself, raised his hand to wipe away the blood on his lips, and crawled towards the mysterious shadow at the center of the altar firmly and persistently.

The altar was surrounded by broken stones and broken bones, cutting his palms and knees... causing scarlet and ugly bloodstains to spread from him on the altar.

The look on his face was extremely pious, and his white lips murmured a strange spell: "Dear Demon God, I am willing to use everything in my body as a sacrifice to offer you the most pious offerings in the world. I only hope that you can give a little charity. These supreme powers can help future generations kill monsters..."

He has always been arrogant and willful, and has never saluted the demon god, but today... he broke all his proud bones with his own hands, crushed his dignity and backbone into powder, and trampled it under his feet, just to pay tribute to the evil demon god. Begging for some ability to resist the enemy.

Dark demonic energy with an ominous aura rushed into his body, nourished between the fragile bones, and merged with the bones and blood.

Yan Qingning bit her lower lip, trying her best to endure the pain that was almost like tearing apart bones and scraping flesh when the demonic energy poured in.

Not long after, the pale lips were stained with Feili's blood...

The shadow in the altar shook, and a hoarse voice like a withered old man came: "I am willing to give you strength, but you must enshrine your body to me within seven days."

Yan Qingning clenched his fists with both hands and let the sharp pain stimulate his mind. He bowed his head and said, "Follow... your order!"

So what if you don’t want to?He will finally give up his pride and willfulness, in exchange for a peaceful life for everyone in the demon clan, and for the person who is as gentle as the moon and the breeze... to be able to stay in the world for a long time...

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Jiang Zhuo'an stared blankly at the petal fragments carefully protected with spiritual power in his arms, not daring to stop the hand that conveyed spiritual power for a moment.

But no matter what he did, these flowers still began to turn yellow and wither uncontrollably, until they finally turned into powder and melted into the soil, leaving him no chance to miss them.

He stared blankly at the petals gradually turning into powder under the care of spiritual power, and his eyes gradually turned red.

Even if he tried his best to protect it with all his spiritual power, it would eventually die away in his arms, leaving him without even a chance to reach out and touch it...

At this moment, a sound-transmitting paper crane flew to his side with a high-pitched attitude, and said in a concise and concise manner: "Come quickly to Guixu Palace."

Jiang Zhuoan's eyes came back to his senses for a moment, and glanced at the paper crane that he thought was noble and unparalleled with disgust. A burst of spiritual power from his fingertips turned the paper crane into ashes and flew away with the wind.

His eyes suddenly became extremely cold, and upon closer inspection... there was also a trace of demonic energy that was contrary to that of an immortal.

Shen Ke, who was far away in Guixu Palace, was slightly startled when he felt the fate of Zhihe, but what followed was anger.

Jiang Zhuoan!

How dare he do this!

Seeing his gloomy expression, the other people in Guixu Palace lowered their heads and looked at their noses and hearts, not daring to take a breath.

At this moment, a sharp sword energy directly turned the door of Guixu Palace into pieces.

Shen Ke glanced at the thin figure holding a sword outside the door with evil eyes, and sneered: "Heng'an Immortal Lord is so majestic!"

"It's not as good as the master who uses his power to bully others." Jiang Zhuo'an's eyes were cold and his words were sarcastic, and he didn't even want to give him a look.

"Jiang Zhuo'an!" Shen Ke stared at him coldly, threatening in his words: "Do you want to commit the following crime?"

Jiang Zhuo'an had an impatient look on his brows, and without any warning, he swung his sword to activate his sword energy and cut off a corner of the high seat behind him.

Seeing Shen Ke's dumbfounded look, he felt even more disgusted: "For the sake of the former head, I will help Tianshu Sect solve the problem for the last time. From now on, I will be independent of Tianshu Sect and will no longer have any contact with Tianshu Sect." The comings and goings.”

Shen Ke could understand every word he said, but when combined, Shen Ke felt like his head was buzzing and he couldn't hear the noisy voices of the elders and disciples in the audience.

At this moment, there was only this information left in his mind: Jiang Zhuoan is leaving!

He is leaving Tianshu Sect!

This realization did not bring him the expected joy, but instead made him feel endless panic, even fear.

He is afraid of Jiang Zhuo'an leaving!

Shen Ke clenched his fists tightly, and could not maintain the majesty that a leader should have on his face. His eyes were red, and his words were not as confident as before: "You... you can't leave!"

He hasn't broken Jiang Zhuo'an's pride yet, hasn't ruined his reputation, hasn't completely trampled him under his feet, hasn't crushed you into the mud...

These paranoid thoughts made him more determined to keep Jiang Zhuo'an. He stared at Jiang Zhuo'an holding the sword with bright eyes, and there was strong unwillingness in his three white eyes that were as mean as hanging tips.

"You can't leave!" Shen Ke firmly pressed the armrest of the high seat and said unreasonably: "Your cultivation is all taught by my father. Everything you have comes from my father and Tianshu. Zong, so you can’t leave!

You promised my father that you would guard Tianshu Sect and assist me well, so you can't leave. You have to be my subordinate in Tianshu Sect for the rest of your life! "

Only a self-righteous person like Shen Ke could say such gangster-like remarks.

Jiang Zhuo'an frowned and glanced at him displeased: "Shen Ke, you are too self-righteous."

Shen Ke, however, seemed not to hear his words, and gave the order frantically: "Jiang Zhuo'an, I am ordering you to immediately go to the eastern suburbs of Jicheng City in the human world and eliminate the monsters that appear there, regardless of the cost. "

Jiang Zhuoan held the spirit sword in his hand impatiently, but he also knew that he couldn't listen to anything in his current state.In the end, he didn't say anything, drew a teleportation array with one hand and left, not even bothering to give Shen Ke an extra glance.

Although the other elder disciples in Guixu Palace deeply despised Shen Ke's behavior, they also did not want Jiang Zhuo'an to leave Tianshu Sect, so they chose to let Shen Ke's behavior go.

He allowed him to bind Jiang Zhuo'an to the Tianshu Sect through the slight kindness of the previous head, even though they all knew that Jiang Zhuo'an's current cultivation was all based on his own talent and hard work.

The former head asked him to protect the Tianshu Sect forever, and they naturally hoped so.

After Jiang Zhuoan left, Shen Ke seemed to have regained some of his sanity, but when he encountered the undisguised contempt and disgust of some of the elders and disciples in Guixu Palace, his heart burned even more.

He angrily smashed down the tea cup in his hand, and veins popped out on his forehead: "Are you bunch of pickpocket dogs looking down on me like Jiang Zhuo'an?"

Several elders who couldn't stand his temper got up angrily, smashed their magic weapons on his head, and said angrily: "Shen Ke, look what you look like now? If the previous head was willing to kill Tianshu If the sect is passed down to Immortal Lord Heng'an instead of a self-righteous bastard like you, the Tianshu Sect must have become the number one sect in the entire cultivation world!"

His forehead was hit by the sharp corner of the magic weapon, and his eyes were blurred with blood, making it difficult for him to see clearly what was in front of him.

He wiped his face indiscriminately and stared coldly at the elder who threw the magic weapon at him: "So... you are always unwilling to acknowledge my position as the leader?"

"So what? If the previous head wasn't related to you by blood, how could Tianshu Sect give you such a bastard?" The elder seemed to have broken the pot and was scolding him with great enthusiasm.

However, the next second, a cold light flashed through, and the expression on the elder's face was forever fixed in the angry expression of his eyes.

Shen Ke's sword tip was still dripping with blood, and he glanced coldly at the head standing alone on the ground. His aloof expression was somewhat similar to that of the previous leader.

At this moment, the people in Guixu Palace realized one thing: the current leader they despised was a person with a cultivation level second only to Jiang Zhuo'an...

Shen Ke glanced at everyone present with cold eyes and said quietly: "Whether you are convinced or not, I am the head of Tianshu Sect. When I took over the position of head of Tianshu Sect from my father, I It is destined that I can look down on you from above!"