How to let the brother live to HE[Rebirth]

Yun Suwang was imprisoned by the Demon Emperor in Beiling for half a month, but he had never seen the Demon Emperor's true face.

Even if he is escorted by two demons like now, kneeling in the side hall of Beiling Palace, separated from the Demon Emperor himself by a bead curtain, all he can see is a dense black mass inside the bead curtain. mist.

Losing the Nascent Soul was equivalent to losing all his cultivation, so he couldn't see the real body of the Demon Emperor clearly through the strong demon energy.

"Yun Suwang." The Demon Emperor's voice was deep and sweet, with a certain magical power, "Do you know why you are here?"

Yun Suwang looked straight at the black mist with no fear on his face: "The Demon Emperor has to ask himself. First, he bewitched his fellow disciples to dissect my Nascent Soul, and then imprisoned me in the Demon Realm.

The ridiculous thing is, I'm just an ordinary swordsman, and I don't know the Demon Emperor, so what's the point of doing this? "

Before Yun Suwang finished speaking, he was interrupted by the Demon Emperor's sneer: "You said you didn't know Gu Su, but Gu has been looking for you all these years. You deserve to die, and what you have suffered now is far from enough to repay you." Your whole body of sin."

When the Demon Emperor was speaking, the cloud of black mist behind the bead curtain changed drastically. They rose and changed around a vague figure, and it was difficult to maintain a stable shape.

Against the backdrop of the candlelight all over the room, this scene looked even more hideous and frightening.

The young man kneeling on the cold floor looked even colder: "What is my crime, why should I die?"

"You shouldn't be living in this world at all. I waited alone for so long just to let you experience the pain of losing everything before you die."

The Demon Emperor's voice was very soft, as if he touched an old wound somewhere on his body when he spoke, and coughed violently.

In an instant, the demon clan standing in the hall knelt down on the ground, and even a servant was holding a bowl of pitch-black medicine soup, and hurriedly knelt down beside the demon emperor: "Please take the medicine, Your Majesty."

The shape of the black mist gradually distorted, and the shape of a hand appeared in the dense fog. The knuckles were slender, and there were blue-purple blood vessels floating on the back of the hand. The complexion was pale and not like a living person.

Seeing this, the servant hurriedly served the medicine soup, and soon the hand and the medicine bowl were hidden in the thick black mist.

For a moment, everyone in the hall except Yun Suwang dared not look directly at the Demon Emperor behind the bead curtain, and the whole side hall was dead silent.

But this strange silence lasted only for a moment, and soon the black mist behind the bead curtain twisted and changed painfully, and even the empty bowl containing the medicinal soup was smashed to the ground and smashed to pieces.

The Demon Emperor's voice seemed to have been scorched by a raging fire, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse, and the original tone could not be discerned at all: "Go out alone.

Throw Yun Suwang into the beast farm... Leave it to Lord Cangyu to handle it, without leaving the whole body. "

The Demon King usually has a lot of prestige, and once he said this, all the demons waiting in the side hall did not dare to stay longer. They quickly cleaned up the debris on the ground, escorted Yun Suwang, and retreated quietly.

Almost at the moment when the heavy door of the side hall closed, the black mist behind the bead curtain completely lost control.

A powerful demonic energy swept across the entire palace, impacting all the furnishings and magic weapons in the palace indiscriminately, tearing everything it touched into pieces.

When the riot of devilish energy temporarily subsided, a human figure slowly condensed from the black mist.

It was a young man dressed in dark Chinese clothes, he was very tall, his black hair wet with cold sweat stuck to his pale face, like a drowning person who had just been fished out, his dark purple eyes were full of Gloomy and cold.

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The Demon Realm is sparsely populated and the climate is bitterly cold. After winter, it is almost a day of severe weather with wind and snow.

On the way to Beiling, An Guilan almost lost his way several times due to the violent snowstorm. Fortunately, something big happened to Beiling these few days, and the demons rushed there in a swarm.

He silently followed behind the demons who had used the magic weapon to guide the way, and within four days he arrived outside Beiling City.

The city gate is not guarded by demons, only a huge teleportation array driven by demonic energy is constantly rotating.Obviously, the owner of Beiling City does not welcome anyone other than the demons to enter the city.

An Guilan lowered the hood of his cloak, reconfirmed that his aura had been completely hidden by Zhenzhou witchcraft, and then followed a demon into the teleportation array.

The indigo light flashed by, and the formation did not stop because there was an extra human race in the formation without a trace of magic energy.Even the people standing beside An Guilan didn't even look at him as if they hadn't seen anything.

This Zhenzhou witchcraft was inherited from An Guilan's mortal mother. It is not so much a profound magic technique, but an exquisite illusion.As the user's spiritual power increases, the effect of this illusion also changes.

As long as he has practiced to his current level, whether it is a person who knows the magic technique or a formation or treasure driven by spiritual power, as long as the spiritual power is not as good as his, he will never be able to break his illusion.

After confirming that her Zhenzhou witchcraft is also useful in this world, An Guilan calmed down a little, and continued to walk hurriedly in the bustling streets of Beiling City with her head lowered.

He is actually not used to appearing in such a lively place.Even though the concealment effect of Zhenzhou's witchcraft was very good, and the black cloak and hood wrapped him tightly, he was still worried that the hood would suddenly fall off.

Every time he went to a crowded place, he would subconsciously think of things from a long time ago.

When he was a teenager, he lost his spiritual power due to an accident, and his face was covered with ugly scars left by the erosion of Yin Qi. After the turban covering his cheeks fell off accidentally, people greeted him strangely. eyes and bitter sarcasm.

This past painful experience turned into a nightmare that could not be dispelled. He could not let go and was unwilling to face it, so he simply hid his true face in front of others.

At the end of the noisy market is a huge open-air venue similar to a martial arts arena. The stands around the venue are extremely high, the lower floor is built with huge blue stones, and there are stone gates on all sides of the stand.

A man wearing a mask on half of his face stood on the high platform in the middle. He was tall and straight, with a saber hanging from his waist, and his left hand rested on the hilt of the sword naturally.Just by the posture of holding the sword, it can be judged that he is a sword cultivator with profound sword skills.

The demons who came from afar entered the venue one after another, and the crowd gathered more and more, and the gossip between the demons naturally drifted into An Guilan's ears.

"Did you see that, that is the number one swordsman under the Demon Lord—Cangyu Lord." The speaking Demon Race quietly pointed to the person on the high platform in the middle, with a bit of admiration in his tone.

However, after hearing this, the demon girl in red beside him just glanced at the bronze mask on Cang Yujun's face absent-mindedly, then withdrew her gaze, with a look of lack of interest:

"The Winter Festival is a big event, why is it always entrusted to him to preside over it? Isn't His Majesty the Demon Emperor showing up again this year?"

As soon as this remark came out, the people nearby all showed disappointed expressions.

In the Demon Realm, the lineage of the Demon Emperor has always been synonymous with power, and the Demon Emperors of all generations have been the strongest in the Demon Realm.Rumor has it that the Chengtian Demon Emperor of this generation is not only powerful but also extremely handsome.

Many demons ran from their residences to Beiling all the way to the face of the Demon Emperor.

It's a pity that the current demon emperor was born of the previous demon emperor and a human woman. Although he is strong, his body is not as strong as that of the pure blood demons. It is said that his physical condition has become more unstable in recent years.

Even though the Cold Winter Sacrifice is a ceremony held in memory of the Demon Emperor's biological mother, the number of times the Demon Emperor personally attended it has become less and less.

Hearing that he won't be able to see the Demon Emperor again this year, everyone's interest has dropped by half.Soon, Cang Yu-jun's voice blessed with spiritual power overwhelmed the noise on the field:

"The sacrifice of this year's Winter Festival is a human cultivator who committed a serious crime. His Majesty the Demon Emperor ordered him to fight with monsters until he was swallowed by them."

As soon as the words fell, the stone gate facing Cang Yujun slowly rose.

The person who walked out of the gate was dressed in thin white clothes stained with blood, his long hair was messily scattered behind his back, and he looked slender from a distance, with a straight waist.

He walked very slowly, but his steps were steady. He looked calm and calm, and he did not have the fear of a prisoner when he was about to be executed.

An Guilan was standing on the stand facing Cang Yujun, and that man Xiu happened to have his back turned to him.Although he couldn't see the expression on Renxiu's face at this moment, he was a little more curious about him.

Rather than exploring the right and wrong between the Demon Emperor and Renxiu, what he wants to know more is whether this person Xiu is so calm in the face of life and death. The beast wins.

Cang Yujun was also secretly shocked by Yun Suwang's reaction. He knew that that person was once a leader in Lingzhou's cultivation world, but that was before, and now Yun Suwang's Yuanying was dissected, and his cultivation base was completely destroyed. People are no different.

Not to mention defeating all the monsters, even releasing a random monster can easily take his life.

It would be even more impossible to say that Yun Suwang was waiting for the rescue of the master.

Yun Suwang's master Yue Zhenren had no news from the Luoyuchuan battle between Lingzhou and Moyu ten years ago. Yun Suwang's uncle and junior were jealous of his cultivation, and after dissecting his Nascent Soul with their own hands, , sent him to the hands of the Demon Emperor.

No matter how you look at it, such a group of people will not find out their conscience at this critical moment, and take the risk of offending the Demon Emperor to rescue them.

Cang Yujun glanced at Yun Suwang again, and ordered in a cold voice: "Pass the order of the Demon Emperor, and bestow the sword."

Entering the beast farm means fighting to the death with monsters. Although it is a certain death, in order to make the process worthwhile, no matter how serious the crime is, the prisoner will be given an ordinary weapon.

Yun Suwang took the sword that flew out of nowhere, flicked the sword out of its sheath, and his expression became extremely serious.

Although he holds a sword in his hand, what he misses more in his heart is the sword "Shuanghan" left by him at Yeyumen. That "Shuanghan" was handed over to him by his master when he left. Never been away since.

The master gave him the saber originally to urge him to practice swordsmanship diligently.Unexpectedly, that sword was later used as a proof of succession as head, causing his uncle and several juniors to fight to the death.

As his thoughts became more and more chaotic, Yun Suwang closed his eyes and turned his attention back to the battle of life and death in front of him.

Cang Yujun didn't keep him waiting for long, and quickly continued to order: "Open the North Gate."

Everyone knew in their hearts that the North Gate was the gate facing Yun Suwang, and the monster that was going to be released this time must be the monster that was facing him.

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