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At this moment, Shaoqing was extremely resistant to all this, and his chest was injured by Li Shaoqing, and qi and blood surged up from his chest.

Squeak~

The old mahogany door was opened, and he walked out of the dimly lit cold palace in the sun, holding a thick purple sword in his arms, and said to Shaoqing: "The demon cultivators of the Demon Dao have killed tens of millions of people, and there have been countless deaths and injuries in one month three years ago. ”

Although this little demon cultivator is very light and has hardly killed anyone, since he is in the demon path, how can he not kill innocents indiscriminately.

When Shaoqing was said by him, she suddenly remembered the scene when Makino came home, the kind of bloody scene that she had never seen in her previous life and this life.

Shaoqing is still unconvinced, there is never an absolute thing in this world, even the demon cultivator will not be murderous, even the human cultivator will not be righteous and benevolent, his words are not right.

Chu Mo saw that Shaoqing was as indifferent as Shaoqing, he shook his head in his heart, knowing that Shaoqing did not agree with his words, he was a Jindan monk who would take care of a demon cultivator in the Qi refining period, completely looking at his extremely similar appearance to his junior brother.

Chu Mo shifted his gaze to the Nineteenth Prince, three years ago, a three-year-old child, a female cultivator of the Hehuan Sect, the problem should appear here, Chu Mo's doubts became stronger and stronger, this child is no different, what is the Demon Dao doing?

Li Shaoqing still looked at Shaoqing indifferently, and never left Shaoqing's sight from beginning to end, Chu Mo wanted to walk forward, but as soon as he took a step, the nineteenth prince had a tendency to cry.

As a Jindan monk, a child's tears actually made him timid, forward, the child will cry, he is bullying the child, if he doesn't move forward, he is a high-ranking monk who can't do anything about the child, where will the face be separated!

The nineteenth prince looked at Shaoqing with tears in her eyes, but Shaoqing still didn't look at him, she was so seriously injured that she couldn't move, so she naturally couldn't take care of the child's emotions.

"Leave junior brother, take this child back, the matter has been investigated, and you can leave after clearing the demon cultivation." Chu Mo looked at Li Shaoqing with a smile, senior brother's words, even the arrogant Li Shaoqing had to obey, unless his strength could already be at the same time as him that day.

Li Shaoqing didn't have any answer, she responded directly to Chu Mo with her actions, the white boots stepped on the dirty ground, but they were not stained, it seemed that the monk was clean under normal circumstances, so to speak, everything about himself was like a child living a small family in him.

Shaoqing thought like this, the unwillingness in her heart to strengthen this time, and the idea that she had never had before suddenly came out, if she could take the initiative to cultivate the bloodline talent, would it not be like this? At least it can make Li Shaoqing less leisurely.

Just thinking of this, suddenly a coercion pressed on Shaoqing's body, Shaoqing couldn't recognize it, the blood that had been pressed down suddenly gushed up from his throat, and a mouthful of blood spit out of his mouth.

At this time, in order not to vomit on the nineteenth prince, Shaoqing turned her head and sprayed it all on the dry well.

Variables happened at this moment, this mouthful of blood spit out, Shaoqing's vision that was originally strong has begun to be clear, but Shaoqing still didn't forget to look back at Li Shaoqing at this time, in the blur, she felt that there was a formation running under her, and she also saw Li Shaoqing lying on the ground, and her cold eyes had no emotion.

Chu Mo didn't know how she was, the cry of the nineteenth prince in her ears was getting farther and farther away, and she was still shouting the imperial sister in her mouth, and she silently added in her heart, I am not your imperial sister, she is a man now......

"Leave my junior brother! How are you? Chu Mo's originally handsome face twitched, and he didn't know what to say about leaving Shaoqing now, if you want to blame it, blame luck, that Xiao Xiu's luck may be flourishing, so he can jump away.

It seems that Shaoqing's eyes will never change, even if she is injured by the rebound of the formation now, her eyes have not changed at all.

Chu Mo saw that Li Shaoqing didn't take care of himself, but stood up and took a pill, Chu Mo also knew that his injury was not serious, so he stepped forward to check the formation by himself.

He didn't understand the formation, but seeing that this formation would destroy itself after the little demon cultivator left, and at the same time he could rebound against Li Shaoqing, Chu Mo didn't even need to guess to know that this formation should be laid by that concubine.

There is only one palace, and there are several large and small formations, and this formation is undoubtedly a means for her to save her life.

Three years ago, the demon cultivator slaughtered mortals, what did he refine? This thing is for the Demon Dao to look for secretly?

Thinking of this, the question in Chu Mo's heart was nowhere to be solved, he originally saw that the Demon Dao was looking for that child, and he thought that he could find some answers from this child, but ......

Looking at this broken formation, Chu Mo put down his thoughts, at least they learned from the right minister about some of the power of the Demon Dao in the mortal world, and next, those Jianghu killer organizations should be dismissed.

What Shaoqing saw all this only happened in a few breaths, what happened later, Shaoqing didn't know, in the long wait, Shaoqing returned to the state in the cold pool of Yin Mountain, and she appeared in the dark nothingness in front of her.

This time, it didn't take long for Shaoqing to have another death pen in his hand, and the pen with a white body didn't look like an evil pen, but it was an evil pen that liked to suck the blood of his opponent.

The better this death spell is, the harder it will be for her to repay her debts in the future, but she also needs to live for that long, otherwise, the mysterious gray-robed monk will lose a lot.

Shaoqing was happy in her suffering, thinking like this.

At this time, the dark environment seemed to be brighter, Shaoqing was strange, as if she felt something, she looked behind her, and a gray-robed monk appeared in front of her.

In this kind of environment, a person suddenly and quietly appears, which is really not wonderful.

"What do you mean by giving this pen to you?" Shaoqing was secretly vigilant, and she asked the strange monk.

In this quiet environment, except for Shaoqing's question just now, there was no sound, and the monk sat on the ground with his back to Shaoqing, and Shaoqing couldn't see what he was doing from behind him.

But from the back, she could confirm that it was the monk who gave her the pen.

After hesitating, Shaoqing walked towards him, and when Shaoqing turned to his side, he was surprised to find that he was writing, and the pen he used was the same as the pen he gave her at that time, if the death pen had not changed in Shaoqing's hand.

Thinking like this, Shaoqing had seven layers of grasp that the pen in the hand of this strange monk was in his own hand.

Shaoqing stood in front of him and looked at the words he wrote, obviously he was writing very slowly, but Shaoqing always couldn't read the words he wrote.