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The look on Hua Gong's face remained unchanged.

The smile on Yan Yan's lips widened a little, it seems that the fairy world did not tell Hua Gong her identity.

It's too coincidental, the fairy world didn't dare to let Hua Gong know her identity, and Mu Luan didn't expect her to dare to use her original name!

"What are you laughing at?" Hua Gong pursed his thin lips, and he was a little uncomfortable with her smile.

"It's nothing," Yan Yan put away her smile and said seriously, "Do you want me to call you that?" ”

Hua Gong felt like he was being seen through for a moment, and he twisted his eyebrows and let go: "Call my Dao number, Yingwei." ”

Yan Wu had never heard of either the name of the god or the name of the Tao, so she was not surprised. After so many years, those in the Heavenly Palace should have changed a batch, and there won't be too many people who recognize her. Huagong should be a new generation, and it's normal that she doesn't know it.

Yan Wu didn't ask why, but responded: "Pinghui, my Dao number." ”

Hua Gong's face was blackened, and he didn't speak again until the first batch of potions was boiled, and he didn't speak again before leaving.

He was a little unconfident: "Don't tell anyone else my name. ”

Yan Wan nodded, and didn't ask why.

When Yan Wu finished boiling the third batch of potions, Yan Jingxing came back with his disciples.

The long rope drew blood-red strokes on the plain white stone steps, and the sound of heavy objects dragging made Yan Wu raise her head.

Yan Wu looked up and happened to see Yan Jingxing covered in blood.

A hideous wound crossed his brow, swept across the bridge of his nose, and across most of his cheeks, deep into the bone. There were still several wounds of different shades on his body, and the whole person was like being fished out of blood water, and I didn't know if it was his blood or someone else's blood.

It's like a demon god descending into the world.

If it weren't for the disciples of the Thirteen Peaks who were with him, the guards on duty in the city now would not have let him pass.

"Master," Yan Jingxing bowed to one knee on the stone slab, "and all the demons wandering in the street have been tied up by me. The demons who couldn't be closed by the city lord's mansion were brought back by me and placed here for the time being. At this time, the monks who had been corrupted by the demon seed already had their name "Demon Man".

Yan Wu nodded, thought about it, and added, "You did a good job." ”

After saying this, Yan Jingxing lowered his head and gasped. Sweat and blood slid down his sideburns scattered across his forehead, and he was visibly exhausted. Even, his aura was exhausted, and he couldn't even use a cleansing technique.

I hadn't seen anyone kneeling on the ground move for a long time, and Yan Wu, who was busy refining potions, looked up and looked again.

Seeing Yan Jingxing's embarrassed appearance, she frowned. She walked up to Yan Jingxing, bent down, and fed him spiritual water to drink.

Yan Yu quietly waited for Yan Jingxing and her disciples to come to their senses, her gaze sweeping over them.

Well, none of them have fallen into the devil, and it seems that they have resisted the demon seed. However, is the residual effect of the demon seed good or bad for them?

There are two situations after resisting the erosion of the demon seed, one is that it will have stronger resistance to the demon seed in the future, and the other is that it is planted with a heart demon waiting for the next contact with the demon seed to explode.

Yan Yu thought of the abnormality before the outbreak of the demon seed again, Xu Jinyuan was frivolous, and Liu Chenjun exploded......

Yan Wu only thought that it was the impact of the opening of the secret realm. When the world fragments are connected, there will be a mysterious aura that affects the monks, but now it seems that there is an omen of the "Demon Seed Coming" at that time.

Yan asked, "How are you in your mood now?" ”

Mood is as important to a monk as strength. If you are in a bad mood, you will not be able to advance, and if you are in a disordered mood, you may even go crazy when meditating and cultivating.

The disciples looked at each other. This time the task is indeed daunting. They have to resist the inner demon realm brought by the demon seed, but also guard against the crazy attack of the demon man. If it weren't for the fact that he had to take care of those little disciples whose Dao hearts were unstable and their strength was not strong, several of Yan Wu's disciples who entered the room would not have been so seriously injured.