Three days later,

The Huamu faction, the first master of the Xiuzhen realm, invited all major sects to go to Huamu to discuss the crusade against the two worlds for the sake of the common people in the world.

Two days later, the factions reached a consensus and unanimously decided to crusade against the two worlds of demons and protect the common people in the world.

The people of the world:

"Is anyone going to hurt us???"

It is not known what kind of agreement was reached.

...

Demon Realm,

The current queen of the demon clan is the vine flower hall.

After Yao Mo succeeded to the throne, the rattan flower house was rebuilt by Yao Xingyan and turned into an exquisite hall.

"Queen, it has been confirmed that the Elder of the Bird Clan has rebelled and is the initiator of the civil strife."

A demon soldier in pitch-black armor was kneeling in the hall and bowing his head to report.

"Got it, let's go down."

Yaomo's faint forehead, a red veil casually draped on the ground, like a blooming mandala.

This elder of the bird clan really rebelled.

"Yes."

The figure of the demon soldier quickly disappeared into the hall.

Yaomo didn't get up, and her dewy eyes looked somewhere a few steps away.

The figure of the night moon slowly emerged.

"Did you hear it all?"

Yaomo looked at the night moon in a black robe but still as warm as mutton fat jade, and stroked his forehead.

With such a big move in the cultivation realm, the elders of the demon clan have come to beg several times to let the demon lord go back to preside over the overall situation, but this guy is still here and does not leave, as if he does not take the demon world to heart at all.

"Well, what are you going to do?"

Yeyue sat next to Yaomo with a smile and looked at Yaomo without blinking.

"You'd better think about your demon realm first."

Yaomo got up a little helplessly, mopped the floor with red yarn, and walked out slowly.

It's not that she doesn't want to talk to Ye Yueming, it's just that she does have a lot to do right now.

Ye Yueming didn't ask, nor did he follow, after Yaomo left, his smile disappeared completely, and with a hook of his slender fingers, a black mist appeared in the hall out of thin air.

"You know what to do."

Night Moon's eyes seemed to have an undercurrent, and her voice was cold as if it had been frost.

The black mist received the order and disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

...

Yaomo walked back to his goose down bed and lay down casually, the red gauze dragged to the ground, and the waist-length ink was scattered on the bed, like a lazy peerless beauty in an ink painting.

[Host, don't forget your mission. 】

The immature children's voice suddenly sounded in Yaomo's mind.

"Isn't it just to protect the night moon?"

Yaomo was a little inexplicable, this little broken child was like an old woman, and she would come out from time to time to remind her.

[You forgot, you can't let him blacken and do things that harm the way of heaven. 】

Xiao Poison was a little worried.

In the original plot, Yeyue Ming killed many living beings in this battle with the cultivation realm, which led to the disapproval of Heavenly Dao and was wiped out, and the heather, as the son of luck, was able to kill Yeyue Ming so smoothly.

"Isn't he also blackened?"

Yaomo was a little impatient, and felt that Xiao Poison was a little too worried.

Although the night moon is very easy to be affected by the original plot characters, after all, it is not the real original owner, how can he be so stupid and kill himself.

"Besides, I've been prepared."

As if afraid that the little poison was nagging, Yaomo hurriedly added.

[Is it the sword?] 】

Xiao Poison asked hesitantly.

"Hmm."

Yaomo nodded solemnly, that sword was the one that she had spent countless efforts to find out, and it would definitely come in handy.

[As long as Night Moon Ming does not die in the Great War, his mission should also be completed, after all, there is no follow-up plot in the original plot. 】

Xiao Poison breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to himself comfortingly.

...

"Lord Queen, the Elder of the Bird Clan has suddenly died violently."

The demon soldier in pitch-black armor suddenly went and returned, kneeling in front of Yaomo again.

“... Got it, go down. ”

Yaomo sat up from the bed expressionlessly, won't this demon soldier knock on the door!

Wrong? Why did this Bird Clan Elder suddenly die violently!

...

[Think with your feet to know who did it!] 】

Little Poison roared wildly inside.

Yaomo still sat on the edge of the bed expressionlessly, thought for a while, got up and walked into the main hall.

Night Moon Ming still sat elegantly in the chair, and even her posture did not change.

At this time, he was squinting at a pair of peach-blossom eyes, and gently watched Yaomo slowly approach.

"Follow me."

Yaomo walked to the door of the main hall, leaned against the door frame, and raised his eyebrows lightly.

The two don't know who is more seductive.

In the eyes of the night moon, a beautiful woman in red gauze leaned lazily against the door frame, her usually cold eyebrows and eyes were no longer cold, but with some smiles, as if with some kind of fascinating magic, which made him can't help but want to get closer, closer, want to follow her, no matter the end of the world...

By the time he reacted, they had already landed in front of an immortal mountain overflowing with aura.

"What did you bring me here?"

Ye Yueming looked at Yao Mo's cold side face a little blankly, as if she hadn't completely come back to her senses.

"How are you cultivating now?"

Yaomo didn't answer Yeyueming's question, but just asked lightly.

“... The same cultivation realm tribulation period. ”

Ye Yueming finally came back to his senses, smiled gently, and did not hide it, he had always been like this to her.

It's so high!

Yaomo's expressionless face was a little unnatural, she took the great opportunity of the night moon and the bottom of the cliff to destroy the silence, and now her demonic power is only quite in the cultivation realm.

I didn't expect that Ye Yue Ming could still have such cultivation without any help, and I knew that it would not be so hard to help him! Hum!

Never mind.

Yaomo calmed himself down and replied, "It's okay." ”

Without looking back, he walked into this immortal mountain.

"Although this mountain is full of aura, it is of great benefit to the monks, but it is useless to you and me, what are you looking for."

Ye Yueming looked greedily at Yaomo's somewhat slender back while observing the surroundings.

There are many unknown wildflowers, dotted in the meadow, and the surrounding trees are tall and dense, and the sun dapples in the shade, which is a good place to breed spiritual grass.

Other than that, there's nothing special about it.

"Someone."

Ye Yueming didn't wait for Yaomo's answer, but suddenly frowned and stopped.

Yaomo also felt the approach of more than one person around him, stopped with a calm face, and leaned against a thick tree next to him.

Sure enough, there was a burst of men and women talking nearby:

"Senior brother, is there really Dansheng grass here? Why haven't you found it after walking for so long? ”

"This Dansheng grass is Senior Sister Qingxue's last hope, don't bother Senior Brother."

"Yes, it is said that this Dansheng grass can give birth to life and death, flesh and bones, and people without disease can eat it and fly immortals!"

"Senior brother is really in love, and he has worked so hard for Senior Sister Qingxue."

....

Yaomo's figure leaning against the tree suddenly staggered.

That's right, it must be the son of luck.

This heather is truly the best of hypocrisy!

It's also affectionate! Still hopeful!

Vomit!

After listening to the foul language of these people,

Disgusting, she almost fell, okay!

But in the eyes of the night moon, Yaomo looked as if he couldn't bear these words, and he was so weak that he was about to fall.

In the period when I think of the heather grass's high-spirited and heroic skin, and the time when Yaomo incarnated as Bai Yin stayed in Huamu Pie...

"You like him?"

There seemed to be a raging storm in the eyes of the night moon, and she gritted her teeth with difficulty and asked, her face was terrifyingly dark.

Yaomo didn't look back, and naturally he couldn't see the look of the night moon.

After a pause, she still didn't want to lie, after all, she was the queen of the demon clan, could she afford to put it down!

"I've liked it before."

The moment he heard Yaomo's answer, Night Moon's long crow-feathered eyelashes drooped, and the shadow of the leaves obscured his expression, and only the white knuckles he was holding outside could be seen.

In the head of the head,

His face has returned to the same smile as ever,

Sure enough, a group of people led by Heather grass appeared in front of him.