Qingyu didn't change into the red dress she liked to wear, and she was still wearing a plain white dress when she went to see Xiang Yu, but at this time she wore a veil.

I couldn't see the expression on her face, but I could see a hint of anxiety in her eyes.

"What's wrong?Could it be that someone is attacking the Heavenly Demon Ridge?" was dragged by Qingyu and flew over the two mountain peaks, and Xiang Yu came back to his senses.

"You'll know when you get there!"

With a question and an answer, in a moment, Qingyu flew over several peaks with Xiang Yu and landed on the first peak of the Heavenly Demon Ridge.

Demon God Peak, the first peak in the Heavenly Demon Ridge, is also the highest and largest mountain in the Heavenly Demon Ridge, and the Heavenly Demon Palace is on the top of this Demon God Peak.

The Heavenly Demon Palace is the only building in the entire Heavenly Demon Ridge, on the top of the Demon God Peak, it is made of various colors of jade masonry, with three demon temples in front and several attics in the back, with a perfect layout and a secret way of nature.

Qing Yu took Xiang Yu and landed in front of the First Demon God Temple, where thousands of spirit demon clansmen knelt densely.

"Your Highness, the palace master is waiting for you, come in!"

Qingyu glanced at the kneeling spirit demons, nodded and dragged Xiang Yu into the Demon God Temple!

Seeing Qing Yu enter the Demon God Temple with a human race, some spirit demons frowned and wanted to stop it, but they didn't dare to say it when the words came to their lips, so they had to watch Xiang Yu also enter the Demon God Temple.

"Master!" Qingyu let go of Xiang Yu and knelt in the center of the hall.

On the throne in the main hall sat Nangong Jishan, and on the seats on both sides sat more than a dozen old men, and the old man in the green robe who had sealed Xiang Yu before was also among them.

Nangong Jishan had a pale complexion, bloodless lips, and grayish-white hair. He was dressed in green clothes, and his eyes were tired.

The dozen or so old men sitting on both sides of the main hall also had solemn expressions, and no one spoke.

"Qingyu is here, get up quickly. Come to me!" Nangong Jishan's pale face showed a hint of a smile, and he waved his hand and said.

Qingyu got up and walked quickly to the throne, frowned lightly and asked, "Master, are you injured?"

Nangong Jishan nodded, looked at Qingyu and smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid time is running out for the teacher, this time the injury is too serious, almost incurable!"

"How is it possible? How many people in this world can hurt you?" Qingyu shook her head. There was a tremor in his voice.

Xiang Yu under the main hall was also surprised, he came to prepare to worship Nangong Jishan as a teacher, why is this Nangong Jishan seriously injured now, he may not be able to hold on!

"Senior ......"

Xiang Yu was interrupted by Nangong Jishan waving his hand as soon as he spoke, and after bowing and saluting, he retreated to the left side of the main hall and stood next to an old man.

"I'm seriously injured, I've hurt my roots, so I'm going to retreat and heal. ”

"There is not much hope of recovery, it would be nice to be able to save a life!"

As he spoke, Nangong Jishan stood up. Just the action of standing up made his body tremble slightly.

Qingyu hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold him, he shook his head and refused, he is one of the most powerful people in this land, he has his pride, even if he is seriously injured now, he will not show weakness!

"Master......" A mist appeared in Qingyu's bright eyes, and she was very sad now. This one nurtures her and teaches her. The people who guarded her had reached the point where it was a little difficult for her to stand up, which made it difficult for her to accept.

Nangong Jishan stood up, and who else in the hall dared to sit, they all got up and bowed slightly.

"Palace Master, you are blessed with great fortune. How could it fall!"

"Yes, you have participated in the cultivation, what is this little injury!"

“......”

Nangong Jishan's eyes were like lightning, he glanced at the people below, and slowly spoke: "This serious injury has taught me a lesson. No matter how strong an individual is, there is a limit, so even if you cultivate to reach the peak of the Heaven Transformation Realm, don't feel invincible in the world!"

"Also, our Spirit Demon Clan is one of the most powerful races in Demon Xuan Prefecture, but it has not yet reached the point of intimidating all races, there are still other races eyeing us, and it is difficult for us to resist, so we must keep a low profile when we act outside!"

"However, if someone bullies us, we will never swallow our anger, my spirit demon clan can keep a low profile, but we will not allow other clans to bully!" Nangong Jishan paused and continued: "The White Scorpion Clan, which is a thousand miles away in the southeast, and the Golden Whiskered Rat Clan, which is two thousand miles away in the east, these two clans must be destroyed. ”

How these two races offended Nangong Jishan, everyone present would not think about it, they only needed to obey this order and destroy these two races!

"Qingyu, kneel down! Today, I will pass on the position of the palace master to you!"

Qingyu flew and landed in the center of the main hall, his knees touching the ground.

"Ancestors, now that my Nangong Jishan is old and weak, I can't continue to sit in the Heavenly Demon Palace to protect the spirit demon clan. ”

"My disciple Nangong Qingyu has pure blood, high talent, and is worthy of great responsibility. Today, I will spread the position of the Palace Master of the Heavenly Demon Palace to her!"

"Nangong Qingyu, take the Spirit King Sword!"

As he spoke, Nangong Jishan waved his hand and sent a cyan jade sword to Qing Yu.

Qing Yu's eyes were resolute, and she stretched out her hands to hold the body of the jade sword.

The jade sword lightly cut through Qing Yu's palm, and the red blood dripped down the sword body and fell to the ground. She didn't seem to notice the slightest pain, and her hands were still tightly gripping the jade sword.

The cyan jade sword trembled, and the red light on the sword was great, which was the color dyed by the blood of the green rain.

The jade sword disappeared between Qing Yu's hands, and was completely controlled by Qing Yu, and it recognized Qing Yu, the spirit demon king.

"Qingyu, now you are the palace master of the Heavenly Demon Palace, the king of the Spirit Demon Clan, and then all the affairs of the Spirit Demon Clan are up to you!" Nangong Jishan stepped aside and gave up the throne above the main hall.

Qingyu stood up, walked to the throne step by step, turned around, and sat down.

"Meet the palace master!"

In the main hall, out of Nangong Jishan, all the other spirit demons knelt down.

Outside the main hall, all the spirit demons touched the ground with their foreheads, expressing their respect for the new palace master of the Heavenly Demon Palace.

"No need to be polite, get up!" Qing Yu sat on the throne, looking down at the group of spirit demons below. There was no joy in her eyes, only calm.

All the spirit demons stood up and waited quietly for Qingyu's command.

"Today, I inherit the throne of the Spirit Demon King, and from now on, I will use my life to protect the Spirit Demon Clan and protect the Heavenly Demon Ridge!"

A few simple words. It is Qingyu's oath as the Spirit Demon King, it is the responsibility she has to assume as the Spirit Demon King, and it is her promise to all the clansmen.

"Palace Master, do you want to ...... next?"

Qingyu waved his hand and said, "There will be no banquet today, everyone will go back and prepare." Three days later, all the clansmen above the Sixth Heaven of the Soul Creation Realm will fight with me and destroy the Golden Whiskered Rat Clan and the White Scorpion Clan!"

"Yes!" the group of spirit demons bowed and prepared to retreat.

"Wait a minute!" The old man in the green robe who had sealed Xiang Yu stood up, he bowed to Nangong Jishan, and then saluted at Qingyu: "Palace Master, I don't know if you have a plan about what happened in the clan the day before?"

"What's the matter?" Qingyu looked at the old man in the green robe and asked.

The old man in the green robe pointed to Xiang Yu at the end of the crowd and said, "How to deal with this young man with the crow mark in his body?"

Qingyu glanced at Xiang Yu, turned his head and looked at Nangong Jishan again, with a question in his eyes.

Nangong Jishan set his eyes on Xiang Yu. opened his mouth and said: "I originally planned to accept you as an apprentice, but unfortunately I was seriously injured and I didn't know whether my life could be saved, so I couldn't accept you!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was taken aback, and they all looked at Xiang Yu, wanting to see what was so special about this Terran boy.

Xiang Yu bowed and smiled: "Seniors don't need to be worried. It's just that the younger generation doesn't have that blessing!"

Having said that, Xiang Yu was still a little lost in his heart. The main purpose of his coming was to worship Nangong Jishan as a teacher and learn to become a master craftsman, and now Nangong Jishan has no way to teach him, which is equivalent to breaking his previous hope.

Nangong Jishan stared at Xiang Yu, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he slowly spoke: "Although I can't accept you as an apprentice." But I'll still find a master for you!"

Hearing this, Xiang Yu's eyes lit up, and he looked at Nangong Jishan with some hope.

"Is it feasible for Qingyu to be your master?"

When the words fell, there was an uproar in the audience, and they felt a little ridiculous to let Qingyu, a spirit demon king, be the master of the human race.

"Palace Master. I'm afraid that's a bit wrong!"

There was immediate opposition.

Nangong Jishan waved his hand, and the venue was instantly quiet.

"There's nothing wrong with this, this Xiang Yu is my deceased, although his talent is not too high, but he is determined to have some achievements in the future. ”

"Although he has a raven mark on his body, I have already deduced a rough solution, so that this raven mark can be a help for him!"

"Do not be prejudiced in any way, and treat him as if you were your own people!"

Nangong Jishan spoke, and everyone didn't dare not listen, so they immediately agreed.

"I'm going to retreat, no one is allowed to disturb me, in the future, all things in the clan will be decided by Qingyu, you must do your best to help, and you must not have any selfish intentions!"

After that, Nangong Jishan flicked the sleeves of his robe and disappeared into the main hall.

"Stand down, go back and prepare for the battle in three days!" Qingyu waved everyone down, and she sat on the throne in silence.

All the spirit demons dispersed and returned to their respective peaks, and the inside of the Demon God Temple became empty, and the same was true outside the Demon God Temple. In the empty hall, only Qing Yu on the throne remained, and Xiang Yu who stood in the center of the hall and didn't know what to do.

"Are you alright?" Xiang Yu took a few steps forward, approaching the throne.

Qingyu took off her veil, and there were some tears on her face.

"Master is leaving!"

"Let's go, where are you going?" Xiang Yu was stunned for a moment, and then he understood that what Qingyu said about going was the meaning of death.

"No, his predecessors have contributed to his cultivation, and no injuries can be cured!"

Qingyu shook his head and said, "I'm the closest to him, I checked his injuries, he has run out of oil and can't survive for a few days!"

Xiang Yu was silent, he didn't know what he should say, what feelings he should express, and how to comfort Qingyu.

"He said that he was going to retreat, just to reassure the clan, without him, half of the sky of the entire Spirit Demon Clan would collapse!"

"He wants us to destroy those two clans, and he also wants to establish his authority, and he wants to show it to other demon clans, so that they don't dare to provoke my spirit demon clan!"

"But he is going to leave after all, how much can be counted after death!"

Qingyu said to herself, two lines of tears slid down her cheeks, she stretched out her palm, looking at the wound in her palm that had not yet healed, it was cut by the Spirit King Sword, the wound healed very slowly, and now there was still a trace of blood oozing out!

The Spirit King Sword appeared in her hand, radiating brightly.

"You've been with him for thousands of years, did you know he's leaving?"

The Spirit King Sword trembled violently, as if it would break through the air at any moment.

"Go, he doesn't want me to send him, so you can go and give him a ride!" Qingyu stroked the sword body and said softly.

The Spirit King Sword circled around Qingyu, and then flew out like a bolt of lightning.

Qingyu looked at the direction in which the Spirit King Sword disappeared and sighed lightly, she knew that she couldn't change anything, she could only grieve in her heart.

"That sword is a divine artifact?" Xiang Yu deliberately wanted to divert the topic and let Qingyu come out of his sadness.

Qingyu shook his head and said slowly: "No, it can only be regarded as half a divine object, it is the king sword that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Spirit Demon Clan!"

"It's full of spirituality, maybe one day it will turn into a real artifact!" Xiang Yu nodded and said.

"Come here!" Qingyu suddenly rushed towards Yu and hooked his hand.

Xiang Yu was stunned for a moment and said, "What?"

"I'll let you come over and help me bandage my hands!" As he spoke, Qingyu took out a jade bottle and a piece of white yarn.

"Your cultivation is so high, do you still have to bandage this little injury?"

"Cut by Wang Jian, the wound is extremely difficult to heal, even if the cultivation is high, even if I am its owner now!"

"Oh, I see!" Xiang Yu nodded, stepped forward and looked at Qingyu's outstretched Qianqianyu hand slightly embarrassed. "That's not good!"

Qingyu smiled, leaned forward, and reached out to pinch Xiang Yu's ear.

"What's wrong?"

"That man and woman don't kiss, and just now Nangong's senior said let me worship you as a teacher......"

"Oh, shouldn't the apprentice listen to the master?" Qing Yu's hand was slightly forced, stretching Xiang Yu's ears by half an inch.

"Sss......ss

Before Xiang Yu finished speaking, he only felt a sharp pain in his other ear.

Qingyu pinched Xiang Yu's ears and shook them from side to side, making Xiang Yu miserable.

"I can warn you, this scar will not last long to be bandaged by medicine, but it will leave a scar, if I have two ugly scars on my hand, whose fault do you think?" Qingyu let go of Xiang Yu's ears and spread his hands in front of him.

Xiang Yu shook his head, touched his ears, and helplessly grabbed the jade bottle, he carefully smeared the bottle of medicine on the scar on Qingyu's palm, and then tore the white veil to wrap Qingyu's palm, in the process he tried not to touch Qingyu's skin, and after he was done, he took a breath.

After bandaging the wound, Qingyu stood up, rubbed Xiang Yu's hair and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll accept you as an apprentice for the sake of seeing that you are still obedient, and tonight, I will start to help you recover your body!" (To be continued......)