Yan Luo, who appeared at some point, covered most of his face with black veils at this time, stood against the wall, holding a dagger with red flames in his sleeve.

The fierce face is revealed.

Seeing this, the ghost cultivators of the imprisoned dungeon guards retreated one after another and rushed to escape.

Hide in the shadows and watch the battle.

With a token in hand and a sword hanging from his waist, today's Qiuchen is still wearing spotless Chang'an Qiu's white clothes.

It's just that there are no more headbands.

Ignoring Yanluo, Qiu Chen went to the door of the cell and quietly looked at Qiu Mosheng, who was lazily lying on the straw mat inside the cell door.

Brother....

Brother, what's wrong with you?

You've never been the kind of person who deliberately hurts someone for the sake of jealousy.

The smoke that was ignored burned with the anger that had been suppressed again, and the dagger in his sleeve was clenched tightly.

Prepare to attack Qiuchen's back.

As long as he is stabbed with one blow, Qiu Chen will definitely die.

The ghost cultivators hiding in the shadows are scorched.

[Lord Yanluo really wants to find someone to vent. It's on fire. 】

[Why haven't you done it for a long time? This Qiuchen seems to be weak in front of adults, and he is not an opponent for minutes. 】

[I feel that the adults don't do it, probably because of the token in Qiu Chen's hand, which is the demonic energy of Lord Aya. Whoever dares to touch it, look for death. Master Yan Luo suffered a loss, and he definitely wouldn't be so stupid. 】

[Also, this Qiu Chen is calm, I have always heard that he is jealous and hateful, and he hates demon cultivators and ghost cultivators. Seeing Yan Luo, he didn't do it, it must be because he knew that he couldn't beat it. 】

[Shhhh Be quiet, don't be heard. 】

A quarter of an hour passed, two quarters of an hour passed.

Yanluo leaned against the wall and didn't move the whole time.

And Qiu Chen, who was standing quietly at the door, did not move, silently looking at Qiu Mosheng who was sleeping in the prison.

Smelling the breath, the fat rabbit in the cloth bag couldn't bear it, poked out half of his head from the mouth of the bag, and scratched Qiu Mosheng with his rabbit claws.

"Benefactor, that bad woman is here again."

Qiu Mosheng really wanted to roast this noisy rabbit and eat it.

He continued to sleep, rolled over, and ignored him.

Outside the cell door, there was a sneer.

"As a disciple of the Chang'an Qiu family, but now he has fallen into such a mess, not only has he become Hua Aya's concubine, but he has also been excluded by his peers. You are jealous and hateful, and you must feel very angry when you see that the demons can't be killed, right? ”

Qiu Chen's back stiffened, and his expression suddenly turned cold.

"What's your business!"

Yan Luo shrugged his shoulders and collected the flaming dagger in his sleeve, his fingertips brushing the large scar under the black veil.

With bitter hatred.

But he smiled brightly.

"It's none of my business, but, as a bystander, I think you're pitiful. On the one hand, she was trapped by Hua Aya as a concubine, and on the other hand, she was in the back palace. If I'm not mistaken, those concubines in the harem have all eaten the elixir. ”

The three words of the Demon Pill were deliberately accented by Yan Luo.

The Demon Solving Pill is a unique elixir in the Demon Gate, which was refined by Hua Aya herself.

Hua Aya likes men, and there are countless male pets in the harem, but Hua Aya likes fresh ones and doesn't like to spend too long around the same face.

Before entering the harem of Hua Aya, he will be forcibly taken into the magic pill.

Those who are tired of it are either killed or thrown out of the Magic Valley.

Whenever she meets Hua Aya in a good mood, she will throw a magic elixir to the male pet, and after throwing it out of the magic valley, she will fend for herself.

In Hua Aya's territory, taking the Demon Pill means that Hua Aya doesn't want this person to die.

Qiuchen hung his head silently, unable to see his expression clearly.

Yan Luo knew very little about Qiu Chen, and at this time, he stood with his back to him, facing the strongest female cultivator in the ghost world, and he was not afraid.

She snorted lightly and said disdainfully: "When you go to a place like the Demon Palace, what kind of profoundness do you pretend." You hold your own HD, but in the eyes of Hua Aya, you are stupid. I heard that you and Du Ge have a close relationship like brothers, do you know that Du Ge is the first to take the Demon Relief Pill.

Or did he personally give it to those concubines in the harem, but he didn't give it to you. You treat him like a brother, but he will only talk about you in front of Hua Aya. ”

Facing the cell door, the middle knuckle of Qiuchen's sleeve creaked.

Turning around, he glared at Yan Luo viciously, "Ugly girl, shut up!" You think I'm going to believe you? ”

Yan Luo not only did not get angry, but raised his eyebrows and sneered, "You dare to say that you are not shaken? Have you forgotten the black demonic aura emanating from Du Ge's body on the day you left the Demon Valley? Have you forgotten that Du Ge is a mortal, who is always tortured in every way but always recovers at an astonishing speed, how can he not die?

Do you still think he's an ordinary mortal? There are too many things that your good brother is hiding from you. ”

While Yan Luo was still talking, a bright soft sword was placed on Yan Luo's neck.

Yan Luo didn't fight back, and continued to sneer: "Do it? If you don't doubt him, how can you be so angry? Or do you think I'm right? ”

"Shut up! I'll tell you to shut up! Qiu Chen's arm holding the sword was bruised, and he was furious.

He didn't believe it, he didn't believe that Du Ge, who had grown up, had really entered the Demon Gate, and it was clear that he was indeed a mortal from the pulse.

But as a mortal, Du Ge's ability to resist fighting is too amazing.

With this roar, Yan Luo fell silent.

She glanced down at the silent cell door not far away, and chuckled, "Okay, I won't mention him." You came to this dungeon today to see your senior brother? ”

"It's none of your business." Qiu Chen didn't want to talk to Yan Luo at all, and the strength of his hand holding the sword was a little heavier, and he warned: "Don't think that Jiang Ying covers you, I'm afraid of you." As long as I don't die one day, I will one day personally ask for your and Jiang Ying's heads. ”

The sword was sheathed, and Qiu Chen turned his back and walked towards the prison door.

Behind him, Yan Luo held back his anger and chuckled: "I'm afraid that you don't know that the head of the ghost cultivator can't be cut off with your sword." You might as well study hard with your Feng Immortal's only disciple, Qiu Mosheng. You used to...."

The blade of the sword suddenly turned sharply, angrily slashing Yan Luo's head, as Yan Luo said, the soft sword broke in two, and fell to the ground with a bang.

And Yanluo's head hung intact around his neck.

A mocking laugh echoed through the dungeon, and in the moment of teleportation, Yanluo choked Qiuchen's neck.

Approached the bars of the cell door.

was choked by the throat, and Qiu Chen was unmoved.

"Tsk, it's really a jealous and hateful, honest and resolute disciple of the Chang'an Qiu clan. I don't know how much your loyalty and love are worth in front of your senior brother? Your senior brother is also calm.

At this time, I heard that Du Ge was bathing and changing clothes for Lord Mozun, and tonight, Lord Mozun was going to sleep with that person. ”

The broken sword in Qiu Chen's hand stabbed at Yanluo, and she easily avoided it and left laughing.

But in the blink of an eye, the ghost fire in the dungeon flickered, stretching the shadow of autumn dust.

He clutched the broken sword and did not dare to turn back.

"Senior brother, if you need anything, please let me know. It's better to stay in this dungeon than the Demon Palace. ”

Leaving a sentence that was not salty or light, Qiuchen turned his back and left.

Only then did the person in the prison say faintly: "Go back and help me dig an empty grave in the maple forest of Wanqiu Mountain." ”

Hearing this, Qiuchen's back stiffened, and he turned to look at the person in the prison who was still resting in confusion.

It was as if that sentence was an illusion.

Qiuchen asked again uncertainly: "Digging a grave?" To whom? ”

"Do you dig or not?"