Demon Realm, Unseen Palace.

Zong Ye stood in the Weiming Palace, and wrapped his right wrist in gauze several times. The medical skills of the demon world are so simple, people can't die anyway, and the wounds are just hastily treated.

Zong Ye tried to move the fingers of his right hand, but he still didn't feel a trace of consciousness. In the daytime, it always seems that a fire is lit behind dark clouds, and only the moon at night is clear.

Zong Ye's whole body was immersed in the mandala spring, the hot spring water flowed through his wrist, and the gauze that was originally wrapped casually around his wrist was loosened by the water. Zong Ye raised his hand, and the gauze was dripping wet on his wrist. He held one end of the gauze with his mouth and pulled the other end with his left hand, tightening the loose gauze and tying it with a knot. With great strength, the wound on his wrist was strangled with blood again, and he didn't care, so he put his hand into the hot spring pool again, and let the blood ripple in the mandala spring.

Situ Lu brought a small pot of wine and placed it on the edge of the mandala spring.

Zong Ye glanced at the wine jug: "Not enough." ”

Situ Lu said in a low voice: "Holy Venerable, you have to drink less, otherwise this injury will not heal." ”

Zong Ye said lightly: "It's okay. He stretched out his hand and took the flask, and his wet left hand fell into the flask with a string of droplets, and he didn't care, so he fell on his back in the hot spring and drank from the flask.

Situ Lu looked at Zong Ye and sighed: "Holy Venerable, don't suffer yourself anymore when you come back this time." You don't like it anymore, you have to live it, don't you? ”

Situ Lu presented a bunch of grapes in an ice crystal bowl: "Holy Venerable, you are used to being a vegetarian, and you have not been vegetarian much recently, and now you will eat this bowl of grapes." ”

This bunch of grapes is an inconspicuous thing even in the human world. It's a delicacy in the Demon Realm, and such a small dish is much more expensive than the same weight of gold.

Zong Ye said lightly: "Let it go." ”

Situ Lu glanced at Zong Ye and stopped talking, and finally sighed and left.

Zong Ye fell on his back in the hot spring. The memories that were so vivid in his mind were that he couldn't understand them. He clearly remembered the moment Bai Luo walked into the Nuwa Temple.

A flaming red Vermilion Bird feather landed in the bronze Nuwa Temple. At that time, Bai Luo was still wearing a moon-white robe, her steps were slow and steady, and there was not the slightest arrogance on her face, but the innate pressure made Zong Ye, who was hiding behind the statue of Nuwa, faintly afraid, and even his hands trembled irrepressibly.

Even if Bai Luo didn't use a trace of spiritual power, he usually looked like when he went to dig a bamboo shoot in the small bamboo forest, but Zong Ye was still so pressed by Bai Luo's momentum that he couldn't even breathe.

Zong Ye was hiding behind the statue of Nuwa with bated breath, and he also had a sharp knife in his hand. It's okay to use this sharp knife to kill the Constant Wolf, but it's a joke to want to kill the Prison Martial God Monarch!

But this sharp knife is used to disembowel the heart, but it is a very handy tool.

What's more, Zong Ye didn't plan to go toe-to-toe with Bai Luo, all the timing was calculated. With the Vermilion Bird Feather as bait, Bai Luo would come to explore regardless of whether he knew that there was fraud in this trip.

What Zong Ye has to wait for is the time of day.

Bai Luo walked into the Nuwa Temple, and his hand touched the Vermilion Bird Feathers, only to hear a "rumbling" sound between the heaven and earth outside the Nuwa Temple. The sound was a thousand times stronger than ordinary thunder and rain.

The so-called time of heaven is the time when Bai Luo has experienced calamities.

Bai Luo coexists with heaven and earth, and the catastrophe was originally commonplace for her, and the thunder that fell on her body was just suffering from some flesh and skin. If you're unlucky, it's just a matter of showing your true body and recuperating for a few more days. Anyway, Kunlun was bored, and the thunder of that calamity was not enough to add some fun to her on a boring day.

Therefore, when he heard the sound of the thunder of the Heavenly Realm, Bai Luo was only a little impatient, and he didn't even have the idea of gathering the golden spirit stream to fight the heavenly thunder.

Zong Ye hid behind the statue of Nuwa, and when he heard the sound of thunder and knew that the time had come, Zong Ye jumped out from behind the statue of Nuwa, and the sharp knife followed closely towards Bai Luo.

Bai Luo's fingertips had just touched the Vermilion Bird Feather and before he picked it up, he felt that someone was attacking, and he was even more impatient in his heart, and with a flick of his hand, Zong Ye's whole person felt stunned, as if he was restrained by something, and his hands and feet couldn't move for half a minute.

However, Zong Ye originally didn't plan to approach Bai Luo like this, although he didn't get close to Bai Luo, he was already hanging in front of the bronze furnace of Nuwa Temple. Zong Ye took out the fire fold from his arms and threw it into the furnace ding, and a cloud of smoke suddenly came out of the bronze furnace ding, and a strong aroma of Zhuxian grass rose from the furnace ding.

Zong Ye reflexively locked the temple door of Nuwa Temple, and the smell of the fairy grass suddenly became several times stronger.

Bai Luo frowned lightly and said lightly: "Shameless." After saying that, the golden light in his hand flashed, and the tiger spirit meandered down from Bai Luo's palm.

Zong Ye had never seen such a tiger spirit. The golden light is so strong, just by looking at it, he feels that his soul is about to be shattered! Zong Ye's heart was cold, and he couldn't help but want to flee under his feet, but fear was like two nails, nailing him to the ground. He couldn't move half of his feet.

Seeing that the tiger spirit was about to split him in half, he would become a skeleton that was unconscious but could not move forever. The thunder of the Heavenly Tribulation finally struck.

The heavenly thunder chiseled through the roof of the Nuwa Temple, and the sky light fell from the huge hole in the roof, and the thick smoke of the Zhuxian grass poured out of the hole.

On this day, the thunder was more violent than before, and it slashed at Bai Luo's body and burned a string of flames along Bai Luo's spine. Bai Luo's spine seemed to be shattered inch by inch in this thunderstorm, and the pain of burning bones and flesh made Bai Luo's whip that he was about to chop stiffen.

It was at this moment that Zong Ye rushed forward and stabbed the blade into Bai Luo's heart.

The sharp knife shone with a cold glow, and the blade shone with a faint green glow. The seemingly inconspicuous sharp knife is soaked in the Zhuxian grass. Bai Luo was originally seriously injured by a thunderbolt blow, but at this time, she was stabbed into the heart by the tip of the knife that had quenched the Immortal Grass, and the poison of the Immortal Grass flowed to the limbs and bones with the blood, making her half of her body paralyzed, and she was about to kneel down as soon as her knees were weak.

Bai Luo gritted his teeth and forcibly stood up, looking at Zong Ye and smiling disdainfully: "That's it?"

Zong Ye was scared in his heart. Bai Luo's hands were already on top of Zong Ye's hands holding the knife. Bai Luoyi held Zong Ye's hand hard and pulled the tip of the knife out of his heart. Bai Luo looked at Zong Ye coldly: "Who gave it to you?"

Bai Luo straightened up and let the blood flow from his heart. As if she didn't feel pain, a sneer provoked at the corner of her mouth: "If you tell you the truth, I can make you die a happy death." ”

Even now that he thought about it, Zong Ye could clearly sense that fearful emotion. The white blue eyes are like the deepest part of the sea, and there is no trace of waves that can swallow the soul, making people feel fearful.

Zong Ye's memory is not complete, always intermittent. Xu was too scared, how to kill the seemingly unharmed Bai Luo, Zong Ye couldn't remember. He didn't remember what he had answered at that time, and he didn't know who had given him the Immortal Grass. The next memory is to take the pill from the heart.

Bai Luo's moon-white robe slipped off his shoulders, revealing a blood-drenched middle coat, and the flesh and blood on his chest were already blurred. The wound on the heart, the flesh turned out, I don't know how many times it was picked by the tip of the knife. Through the wound, it seemed that the beating heart in the chest could be seen. There was a hole in the black hole in the heart, but it was still beating.

Zong Ye raised the sharp knife and stabbed it into Bai Luo's heart, Bai Luo snorted in pain, and his blue eyes still looked at Zong Ye calmly. Even at this time, Bai Luo's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's souls.

Such a look suddenly made Zong Ye angry. He plunged the tip of the knife into Bai Luo's heart and deliberately stirred it. He watched a drop of cold sweat fall from Bai Luo's forehead almost happily, but he still felt that it was not enough!

He lifted Bai Luo's chin and stared at her gloomily. He wanted the invincible Martial Divine Monarch to kneel in front of her and beg for mercy, and she wanted the Divine Monarch of the Three Realms to scream in front of him. But Bai Luo is not as good as he wants. Still looking at him coldly, disdainfully.

Why? Why could she still be so alive at such a time? Why would he still be afraid of such a gaze when he knew that Luo's life was already in his hands?

The more calm Bai Luo was, the more crazy Zong Ye became. As soon as Zong Ye used the strength of the knife, the handle of the knife almost sank into Bai Luo's heart, he turned it around again, until the tip of the knife felt the fragments of the spirit bead, he was not in a hurry to pick out the spirit bead!

He wanted to smash this heart to pieces until Bai Luo begged for mercy!

But no matter how he tortured, even if Bai Luo's red lips turned pale because of this, Bai Luo didn't say a word. Still looking at him for a moment.

Zong Ye was afraid, this vision was almost seared into his nightmare! He pulled out the last fragment from Bai Luo's heart, and the spirit bead turned into a round golden bead with blood and heat in his hand again.

He held the spirit bead in his hand, and fear and hatred made him pull the knife out of Bai Luo's heart and slowly move it to Bai Luo's eyes. He wanted Bai Luo's blue eyes to never look at him like this again!

After that, his memory became blurry, and he couldn't remember how he got out of the Nuwa Temple. But the fear, the hatred, and the desire for Bai Luo's eyes are extremely real!

Zong Ye slipped into the hot spring, and when he didn't think about this scene, his whole body was as if he was being slashed out of the heart with a knife. Every time he stabbed Bai Luo's heart in his memory, his heart would hurt once!

He sank into the hot springs, letting the water go over his head. He put his hand on his heart, he wanted to gouge out his heart to pay Bai Luo's heartache! He pressed his five fingers hard into his heart, and the blood suddenly floated out of the flesh of his heart, and washed away in the hot spring.

"You are a Buddha bone now, and if you tear out your heart, you will die. The joking voice of the gods came from the surface of the water to the bottom of the water.

Zong Ye opened his eyes and looked at the twisted figure of Shen Tu on the water. If he could die, he would rather die. But what is the value of his life to Bai Luo? Even if he loses his own life, he can't make up for Bai Luo's heartache, and he can't compensate Bai Luo's golden spirit bead.

Zong Ye stood up from the hot spring with a "whoosh". The soaked black brocade robe wrapped tightly around his firm and tight body, outlining his extremely beautiful muscular lines. The water fell down his arm, and the gauze that flowed through his right wrist turned red and dripped into the hot spring.

Shen Tu looked at Zong Ye playfully: "I'm afraid your right hand is useless." ”

Zong Ye lowered his crow-winged eyelashes, and water fell from his long eyelashes: "The whip of the Martial Divine Monarch, how can it be so easy." ”

Shen Tu said: "You can't eat some meat, although it is a Buddha bone, it is still a red spirit bead, and the cold is not good for your wounds." ”

Zong Ye glanced at the plate that Shen Tu was holding with disgust. Although the meat had been carefully grilled, it was easy to guess what it was. Zong Ye frowned and said, "I'm a vegetarian. ”

"Do you really think you're a monk?" said Shen Tu, smirking playfully, taking a piece from his plate and eating it into his mouth.

Zong Ye stopped talking to him, and dragged his wet robe towards the Ye Temple: "I'm tired." ”

Shen Tu smiled casually: "Okay, if you don't want to eat, don't eat it." ”

Shen Tu turned around and walked out with a plate of meat. The smile on his face suddenly retracted when he walked out of the Ye Cha Palace, and he slammed a plate of meat to the ground with a "snap", and the plate was instantly shattered.

Situ Lu was already kneeling on the side, and he trembled when he saw the plate smashed at his feet.

Shen Tu looked at Situ Lu gloomily: "Situ Lu, do you really want to go to the Deserted Prison?"

Situ Lu trembled and knelt on the ground: "Holy Venerable, the old slave knows that he is wrong. ”

"Mistaken?" Shen Tu squatted in front of Situ Lu, picked up the knife used to cut meat from the ground and stabbed it into the back of Situ Lu's hand. Situ Lu trembled in pain, and his whole body trembled. "Situ Lu, the deity is tired of eating people, and it's not bad to change the taste occasionally. If he knows what he shouldn't, you know what happened to you!"

Situ Lu didn't care about the pain in his hands, knocked his head, and his head was suddenly soaked with blood: "The old slave brought him grapes just for a moment of negligence, and the old slave has no second thoughts about the Holy Venerable." The old slave knows that he is wrong, please spare his life!"

Only then did Shen Tu pull the tip of the knife out of the back of Situ Shu's hand: "I'll forgive you this time." Shen Tu raised his feet and wanted to leave, and suddenly saw a stall of hot meat on the ground: "You can be regarded as having hard work, and these meat will reward you." ”

"Thank you, thank you, Lord Saint. With trembling hands, Situ Lu put the meat that had fallen on the ground into the broken plate.

Shen Tu looked at Situ Lu coldly: "You are a watchdog of the deity, you should know how to eat?"

Situ Kill's hands trembled, so he had to put the piece of meat he had just picked up back on the ground, bury his head and pick up the meat on the ground like a dog and chew it in his mouth.

Shen Tu smiled playfully, "You'd better remember who you belong to." He raised his head and glanced at Ye Cha Hall coldly, a trace of disdain flashed on his face, and he turned around and walked out. “