"You saved me?" Cang Yuluan looked at his hand, still a little hard to believe all this.

"Well, there's no third living creature here besides us." Prison Jun Min looked at her with a smile, "But I just let those spiritual powers flow to you every day, and it's entirely your own credit to wake up." ”

Hearing this, Cang Yuluan suddenly remembered something, and his eyes widened: "Wait...... That is, you have been waiting here for a long time, and you have known for a long time that I will fall? ”

"Ah, not really. The old guy told me to wait here because I had more important things to do, and I failed, but when it comes to you, I don't waste this spiritual power. ”

After Prison Junming finished speaking, he took out a palm-sized red fruit from his clothes and handed it to Cang Yuluan.

The fruit is clear black and red, and it looks like jade when you get it, and it's a demon thing. Cang Yuluan's instinctive clamor of the Celestial bloodline repelled the aura emanating from this fruit, but reason told her that if she wanted to live, she had to accept anything.

She closed her eyes and brought the fruit to her mouth.

The fruit turned into spiritual power and integrated into the body at the entrance, which was not as pure as the heavenly realm, but it was not a dirty demonic qi. Cang Yuluan's face was a little better because of the nourishment of this spiritual power, but he was only able to stand up.

Only then did she clearly realize that it was not that Prison Junming had become stronger, but that her current mana had fallen below the red realm.

But speaking of realms......

"Demon Venerable destroyed the Yin Yang Heavenly Disk and attracted spiritual power into the Demon Realm, he wanted you to cultivate, right?" Cang Yuluan took a deep breath and said slowly.

Then she saw that the prison monarch stopped smiling.

"What makes you feel that way?" He didn't admit it or deny it, he just asked.

"I have fought against dragons and heavenly demons, and your aura is different from theirs." Cang Yuluan pointed to the horns of Prison Junming's forehead, where the skin was as smooth as white jade, and there were no traces of horn growth at all.

Her fingertips moved downward, slightly urging the little spiritual power that was already left—

A pair of wings were pulled and unfurled from behind Prison Junming, the wings were thin and fragile, but the color was pure black like ink, almost as if the space had been cut away.

The Yu clan used this method to verify the bloodline, which was very simple, but very effective. You don't have horns, but you have wings, and you're a hybrid of the Demon King and the Feather Clan. ”

She still hadn't said a word, and it was undoubtedly unwise to provoke Prison Junming at this time.

Heavenly Demon Mixed Blood, Forbidden Bloodline, whether it is a Heavenly Demon, they will be punished when they see it.

"How dare you say it. Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you if I'm in a bad mood? According to you, it's probably going to be very easy for me to pinch you to death now. The smile crept up again on the handsome face of the prison monarch, but it couldn't seep into his eyes.

He took two steps forward, his gray eyes shrunk into vertical pupils, and his cold gaze was like a blade against Cang Yuluan.

Then he saw Cang Yuluan sigh softly, the corners of his lips bloomed with a soft arc, and the blue eyes that looked up at him were also smiling: "How could it be." If His Royal Highness the Prince really wants to kill Ah Luan, it is as easy as a hand, so why bother to ask for credit after Ah Luan wakes up. It's just because this spiritual power quicksand is useless to you, and it's a waste to keep it, so you just give Ah Luan a favor. ”

"Ah Luan is not an ungrateful person, this must be understood by His Royal Highness the Prince."

This kind of smile was most familiar to Prison Junmin, she fully understood what he wanted, and she was completely confident that her own worth would allow him to make compromises. It's a business of mutual use and calculation, and they know each other.

It was only then that Prison Junming showed the first sincere smile since he appeared. He slowly retreated, and his eyes returned to normal: "Then, it is Jun Ming who is abrupt, and I ask His Highness Luan to forgive me." ”

After dealing with Prison Junming, Cang Yuluan finally had time to do what she wanted to do - she didn't plan to avoid him.

She looked upward, and without the blessing of Cangluan Jingtian, she couldn't see the top of the Demon Sin Cliff at all, but she still slowly urged her mana, trying to summon her wings.

"Shhh

Cang Yuluan's face was not very good-looking, and the situation she was most worried about still appeared: her wings were broken in their meridians, and even after sleeping for so long, they still did not recover to the point where they could support flight.

She held the sword that had been transformed into the Martyrdom again, trying to extract some of the spiritual power she had stored on a daily basis to speed up her recovery.

I saw the streamer flashing, and the jade pendant turned into a long sword, and the hilt of the sword shone with a thunderous lightning, but in the next moment, a powerful force burst out, broke free from her hand, and plunged into the ground dozens of feet away, shaking layers of thunder-like lines on the already dry ground.

And Cang Yuluan's current body couldn't withstand the powerful energy just now, and was shocked out by this burst of power, she ignored the severe pain, and subconsciously wanted to urge the mana to spread her wings, but in vain.

Seeing that she was about to hit the hard cliff, Prison Jun Ming sighed, flapped his wings to catch her upside down, and then gently put her back in place.

"His Royal Highness Luan is weak, I'm afraid it will be inconvenient, this kind of trivial matter can be done by Jun Ming." He stretched out his hand, and the martyrdom flew up in the air and fell into his hand, but the light was lost, and the moment it touched Cang Yuluan's body, it turned into a jade pendant and hung on his waist without movement.

“…… But there is His Royal Highness Prince Lao. Cang Yuluan felt that she was simply embarrassed and thrown home, but it was obvious that face was not the most important thing now. There was no hope of martyrdom, and she couldn't think of anything else to rely on for a while.

"His Royal Highness, Ah Luan has something to ask for." After a moment of silence, she looked at the prison monarch.

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"It's not troublesome, I didn't plan to stay down there for long, even if you don't say it, I'll take you out." Prison Jun Ming picked Cang Yuluan up horizontally, his black wings spread, and flew towards the top of the Demon Sin Cliff.

The young man's breath was very light, and the faint smell of spices on his body diluted the discomfort of Cang Yuluan's physical contact with the man, and she leaned on the shoulder of Prison Junming, feeling an inexplicable sense of relief.

Really, it's just a red realm......

"Your Highness Luan is wondering why I can fly just in the Red Realm?" The young man's voice came from above her head, "It's nothing special, I can't cultivate, so naturally I have to learn a little more about myself." ”

That is, not relying on spiritual power, but using the wings themselves to fly? I underestimated him before.

But it is precisely because of the lack of spiritual power that the distance of 10,000 meters actually made the prison monarch fly for a full hour, and when the two returned to the Demon Sin Cliff again, the demon army had already retreated, and the remnants of the battlefield made this place like a huge tomb.

Prison Junming retracted his wings on the ground, and after putting Cang Yuluan down, he took out a fruit from his sleeve that was exactly the same as Cang Yuluan's before, and put it into his mouth.

"At the speed just now, we will be able to return to the Heavenly Realm in two hours at most." Cang Yuluan was still weak, and he could barely stand up only by leaning on Prison Junming.

"His Royal Highness Luan wants to return to the Heavenly Realm? This is really helpless, putting aside the enchantment, the powerful coercion of the heavenly realm, the demon clan can at least overcome it at the peak of the Yellow Realm. ”

"Hmm...... That's a problem. Cang Yuluan was not too disappointed: she didn't expect Prison Junming to help her to the end. She sat cross-legged, trying to continue recovering her mana.

"Poof!" After a while, a mouthful of blood spurted out of her mouth, "How can this be ......"

Cang Yuluan's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe it.

"Ah, I forgot to tell you, the old guy only left me enough spiritual power to cultivate to the Orange Realm, and I used it all to heal you. After all, this is still a demon realm, and without spiritual power, you have no way to cultivate. Prison Junming leaned down, his eyes full of schadenfreude.

Cang Yuluan didn't bother to deal with his provocation: "So, what does His Royal Highness want me to do?" ”

Prison Junming smiled at her, and stroked the trees that had withered for an unknown number of years on the side, and the trunk turned into powder the moment he touched it: "Actually, it's not that the Heavenly Clan can't survive in the Demon Realm, the aura of the Demon Realm just can't let you cultivate, as long as you are not discovered by other Demon Clans, you can still survive." ”

"Put on this, now you are not a Cangluan fairy who is rampant in the Five Realms, if you are found to be in the bloodline of the Yu Clan, no one can help you." He pulled out a mono-black cloak with silver-blue trim from the storage vessel, the texture of which looked like it was made of the same cloth as the clothes on his body.

"You can't cultivate, you can't avoid people's eyes and ears. In this way, Ah Luan is now suffering from the same illness as His Royal Highness the Prince. Cang Yuluan laughed at herself. She draped her cloak over her body, and suddenly felt a disgusting sense of oppression around her, "Where are we going now?" ”。

"Bone, Stygian."