Master told me to cultivate demons, what should I do?

Shuo Yan told Qing Qi that Shi Zhi Xing and others made Qing Jue look like this, and Qing Qi abolished the spiritual power of Zhi Xing and others according to the Zongrui, and expelled them from Qing Xuanzong. Life and death have nothing to do with Qing Xuanzong.

Ye Zhiying wanted to ask if the Qingqi ceremony would be held in a few days, but Qingqi was unnecessary, and asked Ye Zhiying to return to his original place earlier.

Zhixing, whose cultivation had been abolished, returned to his room, but saw Shuo Yan sitting on the table, playing with a dagger in his hand, and only looked at him when he saw him coming back.

Seeing that it was Shuo Yan on the trip, what Shuo Yan had done before immediately came to mind. When he turned around and was about to open the door and run out, he was stopped by the poisonous butterfly.

"Senior brother, where are you going? The wound on your hand has been healed?" Shuo Yan got down from the table, looked at Zhixing who turned around slowly, and said, "Sure enough, the wound on the flesh is far worse than the injury on the hand." Not the wounds in the body."

Zhixing said with a guilty smile: "Senior brother, I really don't know what you are talking about."

"No, I don't want to hear you talking." The dagger in Shuo Yan's hand shone coldly, and his purple eyes were reflected on the blade of the dagger.

"Wha... um!" Before he could finish his words, Shuo Yan cut off his tongue.

Zhixing looked at Shuo Yan in disbelief. He never believed that Shuo Yan would act in the Qing Xuanzong in an upright manner. Even last time, Shuo Yan deliberately stayed away from Qing Xuanzong, but this time...

Shuo Yan looked at Zhixing with a mouth full of blood, frowned slightly, and regrettably said: "I forgot, you are no longer a member of Qing Xuanzong, so that is equivalent to saying...as long as you don't die in Qing Xuanzong, nothing else will matter." question."

The blood on the dagger dripped onto the ground, blooming a bloody flower.

On the other side, Qing Jue was brought back to the room, and Qing You took the elixir for Qing Jue. Although his spiritual power and complexion improved a lot, they still didn't improve much.

Qingyou turned to Qingqi and said, "Now we can only wait for him to wake up, if he hasn't woken up for a long time..."

Qingyou didn't finish his sentence, but Qingqi understood what he hadn't said.

"I see." Qingqi's voice was light and ethereal, if you didn't listen carefully, you definitely wouldn't be able to hear what he said.

Looking at Qing Jue who was lying on the bed from the corner of her eyes, she thought to herself: The person who came to pick him up will come soon.

The next day, Qing Qi sat by the bed, holding a book in his hand, opened and closed it casually, repeating this action continuously.

On the table next to it, a piece of incense was lit. As time passed, the length of the incense became shorter and shorter.

Wow - the book fell to the ground, Qingqi closed his eyes and fell asleep, and the incense was also extinguished at that moment.

Mu Wanlan appeared in the room, looked at Qingqi who was asleep, then looked at the incense on the table, and asked, "Aren't you afraid that if I take him away, he will die?"

Shuo Yan jumped down from the beam, walked to the table, put the remaining Mixiang back into his arms, and said, "This stuff is really useful for him. But at least you can save him, can't you?"

Mu Wanlan lowered her eyes, pointed at Qingqi, and said, "Put your third uncle on the bed! Also, those people you brought back to the Demon Realm are waiting for you to deal with them when you come back?"

"It's up to you." Shuo Yan stepped forward and switched Qing Jue and Qing Qi, watching Mu Wanlan take Qing Jue away, he frowned slightly.

Du Die picked up Qingqi's dropped books on the ground and showed them to Shuo Yan.

Shuo Yan took the book, opened it and said, "This is not..."

Turning to the first page, the book reads: Anyone who does not do it intentionally will not be counted;

It is exactly the same as what Qing Jue once said.

Shuo Yan turned to the last page, and there was only the name "Xiao Louying" at the end of the page.

Xiao Louying, the original patriarch of Qing Xuanzong, is also the most important person who made the world of cultivating immortals so huge, even though he is cultivating demons.However, the contribution made to the world of cultivating immortals is unparalleled.

"Xiao Louying..." Seeing this name, Shuo Nan's eyes were a little lost, and he let go of the book and fell to the ground.

The page of the book turned to a creased page. Shuo Yan picked up the book and smoothed the creases. The only difference between this page and the other pages was that he wrote on it: The position of suzerain, the misrepresentation is not based on Qing Xuanzong. heavy man.

Seeing this, Shuo Yan glanced at Qing Qi subconsciously, and remembered what Qing You once said to him, that the person Qing Qi liked was an elder of Qing Xuanzong...

Then Du Die took out another painting from the bookshelf and opened it in front of him. Shuo Nian looked at the person in the painting and twitched his mouth: "The old ancestor...is not just an elder..."

After learning that Qing Jue was taken away, Qing Qi was angry for several days, but he didn't even know who those people were.So, I can only give up.

A few days later, Mo Chen was also preparing to return to Hanxuanzong, and Shuo Yan, who threatened to go with Mo Chen on the grounds of "preventing Mo Chen from being attacked halfway", was walking with Mo Chen not far from Qingxuanzong at this time.

"I said... where is your sword? Why should I go with you?" Mo Chen turned around and shouted at Shuo Yan who was walking leisurely, "How long will it take me to reach Hanxuanzong like this? "

Shuo Nian stopped, hesitated and said, "Clear him..."

"Qing Jue...you are avoiding my question, who is talking to you about Qing Jue?" Mo Chen was obviously taken aback when he heard Qing Jue's name, but he didn't answer Shuo Yan's words.

Because of what happened to Qing Jue, both Shuo Yan and Mo Chen felt uncomfortable, Mo Chen intentionally avoided this topic, Shuo Yan also knew that Mo Chen did it to keep him from thinking too much, but now he has some regrets.

Although Mu Wanlan was allowed to take Qingjue away because Qingjue's situation was really bad, but the regret came from Shuoyan himself.

Because you are not strong enough, that's why...someone will come and hurt the people around you over and over again.

He seemed to have experienced this feeling before, but he couldn't remember when.

Swish - a sharp arrow whizzed past Shuo Yan's ear, a few hairs were cut off, and the sharp arrow stuck in a tree not far from him.

"...I shouldn't have come, you have so many enemies." Shuo Yan touched the place where the sharp arrow passed by just now with lingering fear.

After finishing speaking, a dozen people jumped down from the tree and successfully surrounded Shuo Nian and Mo Chen.

Mo Chen gave an unhappy "tsk" and said, "I didn't ask you to come either."

"Oh..." Shuo Yan responded vaguely.

Shuo Yan's words were like a switch, and as soon as the words fell, those people attacked them.

Shuo Nan dodged the attack of the person in front of him, grabbed his sword hand with one hand and walked his sword away, and punched him in the face with one hand. After falling to the ground, Shuo Nan stabbed him in the heart. After seeing that he had no breath of life, he pulled out the sword.

The Hualing sword was out of its sheath, Mo Chen saw that Shuo Nian had killed the person who attacked him, he called out the Hualing sword, and the person who rushed towards him either had his hamstrings and tendons cut off, or was seriously injured and fell to the ground I'm sorry, but I won't die.

A quarter of an hour later, more than a dozen people fell to the ground, half dead, Shuo Yan dropped the sword in his hand, walked up to a person whose tendons and hamstrings had been picked off by Mo Chen, looked down at him slightly, and said to Mo Chen: "He Still alive!"

Mo Chen put away the Hualing sword, looked at Shuo Nian who was grinning in pain on the ground, and said indifferently: "It's time to go, and some inexplicable people come back, how to deal with it?"

Shuo Nan paused, looked sideways, looked at Mo Chen, with an innocent smile on his lips, and said, "There's no need to leave, because...they've already arrived! These people are just a test."

"...Hey! You did it on purpose!" Mo Chen immediately exploded when he heard this sentence.

"How come..." Shuo Yan paused, his pupils shrank for a moment, and hurriedly ran to Mo Chen, "Be careful!"

Mo Chen was thrown to the ground by Shuo Lan who suddenly ran towards him, just on top of the person who was killed by Shuo Lan.

Bang——As they fell to the ground, the place where Mo Chen was standing just now was pierced by a thunderbolt.

Shuo Yan propped himself up, but before he could stand still, another thunderbolt struck him, he took a few steps back, the thunder struck between him and Mo Chen, neither side nor side, they were not injured.

Shuo Nian shook his head, frowned, and transformed into a dagger. The second after he transformed into a dagger, a person attacked him with a long sickle in his hand.

Dang—Shuo Nan blocked the sickle's attack with a dagger, but the dagger was much smaller than the sickle, and Shuo Nan's arm holding the dagger was cut with blood by the sickle.

Seeing that Shuo Lan's arm was bleeding, the man tightened his grip on the sickle, making the sickle go deeper into Shuo Lan's arm.

"Tsk... Liu Ning." Shuo Yan summoned the Liu Ning Sword, which descended from the sky and attacked the man.

Seeing that something was wrong, the man immediately let go of Shuo Nan, and used his sickle to block Liu Ning's sword.

Mo Chen got up, walked in front of Shuo Yan, looked at his injured arm, and said, "Fourth Master Uncle may be going to scold you again."

"Yeah!" Shuo Yan shook his injured right arm indifferently, sensed the situation around him, and said with a headache: "The visitor is not friendly, this time it's over."

The man was forced by the Liu Ning sword to retreat more than a dozen steps, forming a safe distance from Shuo Yan and the others, looked at Mo Chen, and kindly reminded: "Sect Master Han, this time our lustful target is only this Highness of the Demon Realm, If Sect Master Han doesn't want to cause trouble, it's better to leave first."

"...Oh!" Mo Chen dismissed the man's words, looked at Shuo Yan, and said, "Whose enemy did you just say?"

"You're so long-winded." Shuo Yan didn't want to answer Mo Chen's words, he watched as twice as many people as before slowly walked out from behind the man, and their cultivation level was obviously higher than the people just now.

The man pursed his lips and beckoned, and those people rushed towards Shuo Yan and the others. Shuo Yan put his hand on Mo Chen's back and pushed Mo Chen so that he could meet those people who were rushing towards them with swords.

Holding the Liuning sword in his hand, he said: "You deal with them, I'll take care of the older one. Don't be defeated by these little guys, it's too bad for your Hanxuan Sect Master, Han Shizi's face."

"You can attack me in groups but you can't... Also, don't call me Mr. Han!" Mo Chen blocked one person's attack with Hua Ling Sword.

"Oh! That's it..." Shuo Yan raised his head slightly, only to see the man slashing at him with a sickle.

Shuo Nan hurriedly used the Liuning sword to block it, and the sword collided with a sound of "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping ping."

The man glanced at the injury on his arm, and said with a sneer, "You really are just as the adults said. My name is Mo, you have to remember clearly, today you will die in my hands."

Shuo Yan smiled slightly, with a blush in his eyes, and said: "Your lord understands me quite well, so has he ever said that I am not a gentleman?"

As soon as the words fell, before Mo could react, Shuo Nian had already appeared in front of Mo, and the Liuning sword in his hand pierced into Mo's stomach.

"It's so long-winded, it's disturbing me." Shuo Yan pulled out the Liuning sword, watched Mo fall down, blood fell from the sword tip to the ground.

Dang—the sickle fell to the ground, and Mo sat on the ground clutching his bleeding stomach, and said in pain, "Tsk...it hurts, it hurts so much."

Shuo Nan swung his sword, and the head of Mo Mo fell to the ground, blood splashed on Shuo Nan's clothes, blooming coquettish blood-colored flowers.

Slightly frowning, looking at Mo Chen who was still fighting with the young man over there, he felt a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was going on.