Seeing that the tight body lines under the dark heavy clothes relaxed uncontrollably, the beautiful man with black strips of cloth on his eyes fell into a coma again, and the string that Chu Yiyang was holding was also loosened.

He maintained a half-squatting posture, slowly withdrew his hand, stared at this face that was peerless, and thought without the slightest charm: "This time I should be able to drag it back until the prison Shura." ”

Saying that Cao Cao Cao arrived, as soon as this thought flashed, a third person's qi machine appeared again in the cave.

Chu Yiyang raised his head, and sure enough, he saw that the Lord of the Demon Domain, who was shrouded in the surging black mist, appeared in shape, he went out for only a moment, and when he came back, the bloody qi on his body was several times heavier, Chu Yiyang's nose twitched slightly, I don't know how many more people he was going to kill.

Prison Shura returned from outside the cave, his body was still not contaminated with water vapor, but he looked at the two people who had not happened anything, as if he had seen something he did not expect, in the black mist that had just devoured the flesh and blood of several Sword Cultivators of the Tribulation Period and looked lazy and satisfied, he frowned and asked, "You haven't detoxified him yet?" ”

He thought that he had made the consequences of not cooperating clear enough, and the rare top-level poison was said by this young man, he obviously had an inextricable relationship with the Hehuan Sect.

Within the four realms, not to mention the Hehuan Sect, which was originally based on this cultivation, even if a Buddhist cultivator from the Western Realm saw the poisonous sword in his body, he might not be able to be moved, and as a result, this young man did not take any action.

Chu Yiyang heard a little bit of surprise from his words, a little bit of obvious dissatisfaction, and suddenly had a subtle guess in his heart: Could it be that the Demon Emperor left suddenly just now, deliberately avoiding it, leaving space for himself to detoxify his son?

This made his face a little strange, the power of father's love was really great, and it actually made the Demon Domain Shura, who was extremely disgusted with the methods of the Hehuan Sect, make a compromise.

He made up his mind, stood up and said, "I—"

Chu Yiyang originally wanted to take some risks and have a showdown with the prison Shura, such as his identity as the young master of the Hehuan Sect. Now that Beitang has fainted in the cold night, he can go straight in and tell him that I know who you are and that you are eager to save your son, but I really don't want to sleep with your son, so there can be a second solution to the matter.

The contemporary Demon Emperor cultivates the most difficult "Boundless Demon" in the Demon Skill, and has reached the realm of transformation, and the secret places of the world are like a wide open door to him, without defense, so he can enter and exit freely in the Aoba Secret Realm without using anything, and it is not difficult to take someone back and forth between the Hehuan Sect and the Aoba Secret Realm once.

As long as the action is fast enough, I believe that the "beauty grace" on Beitang's body can attack, and the antidote can be brought back before the unrelieved lust poison completely destroys his dantian meridians.

However, Prison Shura's movements were faster than he thought, and before Chu Yiyang said the word "I", his gorgeous and lazy but irresistible voice sounded in his ears: "That's it." ”

In the next second, the young man's eyes were dark, and it was the Lord of the Demon Domain who came to him with the surging demonic energy, and raised his hand to choke his neck again as he had done in another cave, and threw him to the ground.

Everyone has two hands, and there may be three alien races outside the four realms and three seas, but Prison Shura is a real person, so he only has two hands, one of which has already choked Chu Yiyang's neck, and if he wants to make other movements, he will have to use the other one.

The person who was unreasonably knocked to the ground saw that the Demon Emperor stretched out his other hand that had been hidden in the black mist before, and the five fingers were slender and white like cold jade, which was in stark contrast to the pitch-black demonic energy.

Between the five fingers of the white jade, which was as perfect as the sword of the heavenly god, an inner pill stained with the blood of Kui Long exuded a majestic pure water spiritual power and a destructive aura, and as soon as it appeared in front of Chu Yiyang, he felt as if there were thousands of angry waves shooting towards him.

Heaven-level Dragon Demon Pill!

Chu Yiyang's pupils shrank sharply under its coercion, which just showed what Prison Shura had just left for, and what he had just done.

"Eat it."

As soon as Prison Shura, who had always acted according to his own will and never gave people a chance to speak, pinched his neck, Chu Yiyang opened his mouth involuntarily, realizing that the person in front of him wanted to swallow the heaven-level dragon demon pill alive, and the instinct to survive instantly made him struggle: "Wait-"

The inner pill of the heaven-level demon beast is so violent, even if it is refined into an elixir, it may burst the dantian meridians of the user, and if he is so cultivated, swallowing it directly is simply looking for death!

It's one thing for Hell Shura to snatch the Demon Pill without effort, it's another thing to destroy the heavenly things violently, but it's not okay to kill him!

However, he only struggled for a moment before he was suppressed, and watched the demon pill that exuded a strong aura of blood and destruction being sent into his mouth, and the place near his throat was pressed again, and he couldn't help but swallow the demon pill.

As soon as the demon pill entered his throat, the prison cultivator let go of him, and his palm urged the demonic qi above his chest, wrapping the demon pill and falling towards his dantian, Chu Yiyang did not explode and die the moment the demon pill entered his throat, all because he wrapped the demon pill with demonic qi.

Watching the heaven-level Kui Long's demon pill fall into Chu Yiyang's dantian, it was impossible for the furnace ding he had chosen for his son to spit it out again, so the prison Shura withdrew his hand, and his eyes fell on the young man's face reflected in the firelight.

The place where he was knocked down was next to Beitang's cold night, and the firelight on the human face should have taken on a warm red, but the young man's picturesque face was now pale with fear, in stark contrast to the other perfect face next to him that was red because of the poisonous flames.

The slender palm of the prison Shura, like cold jade, still rested on top of his dantian, two inches away from his clothes.

Chu Yiyang settled down, knowing that there was still a chance to take out the demon pill at this moment, but he had to count on the person in front of him who was manipulating the demonic qi, so he said: "If you want me to detoxify him, aren't you afraid that I will turn him into my puppet?" ”

The person shrouded in black fog didn't take his threat to heart at all, and said indifferently: "I originally planned to kill you when I came back." The "beauty grace" in the body will become a puppet of the person who detoxified him, but after the detoxification is completed, he will kill the other party, and the situation will be broken, "You should be grateful to those fools in Kunlun for killing each other, not taking the demon pill away, and leaving you a little bit of use value." ”

It is good to cross the river and tear down the bridge with one hand, even Chu Yiyang, who does not want to have any entanglement with the protagonist, also feels a chill down his spine when he hears this, if another person is here today, I am afraid that it has become the nutrients of the black fog now, and there will be no bones left.

Hell Shura looked down at him indifferently in the black mist: "This Kui Long Demon Pill that you swallowed just now will be refined with your body, if you want to live, instead of being supported by the violent spiritual power of the heaven-level demon pill and dying of death, find a way to be this furnace Ding." ”

After speaking, he moved his eyes to the side, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed his son's arm, and his fingertips swept over the place where Chu Yiyang had just bandaged, and the strip of cloth used as a bandage suddenly spread out, and the bandaged wound was bleeding again.

"Drink!" He pressed his son's bleeding wound against the lips of the person who was restrained by himself, so he reapplied the technique to Chu Yiyang's neck and pressed it little by little, and the person lying on the ground was forced to swallow the blood flowing in his mouth.

Simple detoxification is different from using the furnace to refine the demon pill to heal Beitang's cold nights, the former may take one or two hours, but the latter doesn't know how long.

Those fools died in the secret realm, and the news that the heaven-level demon pill was robbed, Kunlun would soon know that he couldn't wait until his son's injuries were completely healed in the secret realm, and it was not yet time to recognize his own flesh and blood.

When Chu Yiyang's mouth and nose were completely full of blood, and his lips were also dyed red by the blood of the cold night in Beitang, the force that suppressed him finally withdrew, and he was able to get up, covering his neck again and coughing up the blood foam that he had not swallowed.

Prison Shura slowly got up, looking at the young man in white who was stained with blood flowing from his jaw because he couldn't swallow, and saw that he realized the abnormality of his body while choking, curled up, and covered his lower abdomen with both hands.

"What did you do...... The blood entered his throat and immediately formed a blood contract, Chu Yiyang felt that the flesh and blood outside his dantian were heating and aching, as if something was generated in the flesh and blood.

He didn't understand the methods of the Demon Domain, and there was no such spell in the plot he had read, so he only heard the Demon Emperor standing in front of him say coldly: "After drinking his blood and forming a blood contract, from now on you can only obey his orders and submit to his will." ”

After speaking, he moved his fingers, and the demonic qi wrapped in the heaven-level Kui Dragon Demon Pill dispersed in Chu Yiyang's dantian in accordance with his thoughts.

Almost the next moment, Chu Yiyang felt the uncultivated heaven-level demon pill waking up in his dantian, and the huge, pure and violently destructive spiritual power turned into a torrent, instantly sweeping through his limbs!

The meridians that had been dry for a few days were filled with spiritual power again, and soon they exceeded the carrying capacity of the meridians, expanding his dantian meridians several times, and the intense pain from the inside out made his mental method run frantically on its own.

Chu Yiyang is a person who can tolerate pain, but even for him, this pain far exceeds his threshold. But he had to admit that the Demon Emperor's strategy, and the countermeasures of the prison Shura were indeed the only means to keep the "beautiful grace" in his body from becoming a puppet on the premise of not staying to kill him.

If it weren't for the fact that his dantian and meridians were now crumbling on the edge of bursting, and tiny beads of blood had begun to ooze out of his skin, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he would make an unstoppable painful sound, even if he gritted his teeth, he would have stabbed the prison Shura, "Lord Demon Emperor is really well-intentioned, and his father's love is like a mountain."

At this point, it was simply an impossible task for him to digest the Demon Pill of the Heaven-level Kui Dragon that surpassed his several great realms, and the only way to not explode and die was to find a container and export these huge powers.

The seriously injured Beitang Cold Night is a suitable container.

If the entire heaven-level demon pill is smelted, when he leaves the Qingye Secret Realm, he will not only be able to recover from his injuries, but I am afraid that he will also be able to break through to the Tribulation Period in one fell swoop, becoming the youngest Sword Venerable of the Kunlun Sword Sect, and putting everything back on track.

Chu Yiyang himself can also be restored to the original state.

Finding order from the chaos and putting everything back on track, those caught in the chaos can't find a reason to resist anymore.

Therefore, when the prison Shura waved his hand and popped out a mist and slapped it on his son's body, untying his sealed acupoint, the person who was trembling in severe pain did not stop him.

When watching Beitang gradually recover, seeing that he had crossed the last ten breaths in the process of awakening, the qi around his body became disordered and restless, and this restlessness and emotion burned along the link of the blood contract, Chu Yiyang did not make a sound.

Only when the prison Shura was about to take action and remove the seal covering his son's eyes, the young man who was curled up on the ground and struggling to support him stopped him in a voice that was deformed in pain: "Wait......"

The Demon Emperor stopped his movements, looked at the person who was so painful that his voice trembled and still wanted to speak, Chu Yiyang gritted his teeth and forced the words out word by word from between his teeth, "It's okay to save him, take him ...... Blindfolded ......"

This is just a plot adjustment made as a last resort, and everyone will return to the bridge and the road in the future.

Don't get involved with the protagonist and don't interfere with the development of the main plot, this is his code of action.

"Okay." This request unexpectedly won the heart of the prison Shura, and he lifted the suppression of the demonic energy imposed on his son, but left behind this black cloth that blindfolded him and cut off his divine consciousness.

The longer the lust and poison were suppressed, the more powerful the counterattack became, and almost at the moment when the prison Shura lifted the ban, Chu Yiyang felt a bang in his mind, and all consciousness and sobriety were rushed.

His eyes were blank, just like the cold night of Beitang on the opposite side of his eyes, he was manipulated like a puppet to sit up, and the newly formed blood pact was burning and beating on his lower abdomen, forming a link between him and the person in front of him, sharing the other party's completely uncontrollable emotions, which made him burn with the contract.

……

The two most outstanding and innocent of the young generation of the Northern Xuanmen have both become slaves of the oldest torrent in heaven and earth in the dark night of this secret realm. Seeing the manipulation of the poison and the blood contract, the two acted instinctively, and the figures reflected on the mountain wall blended together, and the prison Shura remembered the past in his heart, and complex emotions appeared in his eyes.

After a long time, he turned around and retreated from the cave, sealed the place with a wave of his sleeves in a formation, and walked into the rain alone.

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Chapter 13

Only a few days after the Aoba Secret Realm was opened, there was a mutation.

Four of the seven major divisions of the Sword Sect had their life cards shattered in the door, and the sword also lost contact in the secret realm, and Kunlun Sword Venerable came to Aoba Mountain City that day.

Having only just suffered the scourge of the Blood River, the castle of Aobayama, which is being rebuilt, is full of ruins and wounded civilians.

Because Kunlun's reinforcements came in time, the number of monks who were injured, killed, and missing in the Aoba Mountain Castle Rebellion was less than expected, and the rest of them had entered the Aoba Secret Realm as scheduled.

In the secret realm, the heaven-level dragon had been killed, the clouds that had lasted for several days had dispersed, the sky was clear, and the young disciples of the various sects and sects who were practicing in it did not know that such a big shock had taken place in the central area.

There are still two months left before the closure of the secret realm, and their trials are still continuing, and the news from the center of the secret realm is slowly spreading to the entire secret realm.

Only the temple was the only intact building in the rebuilt Aoba Mountain City, and as soon as the Kunlun Sword Venerable Su Qingyun came, he appeared directly outside the temple.

The sunlight outside the temple was just right, but a gust of spring breeze blew, and there was a slender figure of cyan, looking up at the temple in front of him in the melting daylight.

His hair and eyebrows were the color of frost and snow, but his face was very young, and he stood there like a painting, looking handsome and good.

The contemporary sword Beitang Han Ye Lang is unique, and there are few people who stand by his side and can not be compared to him, and his master is such a person who will not be robbed of his light.

Su Jianzun was born very good-looking, the kind of good-looking that can be appreciated and seen with his eyes, not like his master and only disciple, who have to draw on paper so that people will not feel that they are looking directly at the sword.

Because Su Jianzun's practice of kendo was different from his master's, and it was not the same as his disciples.

Like an ordinary swordsman, he had no cultivation fluctuations on his body, nor did he have the coercion of a Mahayana monk, and he took the Ruoshui sword in his hand like a drop of water melting into the ocean, and took an ordinary step into the temple.

In the temple, the gloomy and evil aura has dissipated, but on the murals in the temple, the hideous appearance of the demons in the sky still remains, and a pair of eyes are silently watching Su Jianzun walk in from the outside in the painting.

The main hall of the temple was already full of people at this moment, and the heads and elders of the various factions of the Xuanmen in the northern realm were all gathered here, making the main hall of the huge temple seem a little crowded.

As soon as Su Jianzun stepped into the hall, the voices of these elders of the various factions who were talking seemed to have been pressed the pause button, and they stopped suddenly.

As soon as the white-haired Sword Venerable with white hair like snow and eyebrows like frost walked in, his eyes fell on the statue of the Divine Monarch behind the skylight.

Unlike Chu Yiyang, who lacked eyesight, he stood here, even if the visual difference formed by the skylight blocked the statue of the Divine Monarch behind him, his broken eyes that saw through everything also saw the true face of the statue of the Divine Monarch.

The statue with a blank face now has facial features, and the young man's face standing in the sky with an innocent cruelty, his eyes hanging and staring at him, is vividly presented in front of him, and even the curvature of the corners of his mouth is distinct.

Under the gaze of the idol, Su Jianzun took another step forward, and the elders of the various sects in the hall faced him in unison and saluted him: "Meet Jianzun." ”

This is Kunlun in the north, and its status is above all the sects.

And among the people who saluted him in the temple, there was a figure that stood out.

It was a palace beauty dressed in red like blood, with a heroic spirit that was not inferior to her eyebrows, her black hair was combed into a high bun like a cloud, and six golden hairpins were inserted symmetrically, which made her face more and more cold.

She stood in front of the statue of the Divine Monarch, and the attendants beside her were all disciples of the Hehuan Sect wearing pink dresses, as if opening up an independent space in the solemn temple, gathering the most beautiful spring in the world, and whether it was her cultivation or momentum, she occupied an absolute dominant position among the heads and elders of the first hall.

Su Jianzun's gaze fell on her, with a gentle smile on his face, and he walked towards the hall, and said to the head of the hall and the elders, "No need to be polite. ”

When he came to the palace beauty in the red dress like blood, he stopped and called: "Elder Ying." ”

"Sword Venerable is here." The cold frost on the face of the palace beauty seemed to never be moved by the spring breeze, and when she spoke, her voice was not as soft as that of an ordinary woman, with a little low and hoarse, with the special rhythm of the people in the Hehuan Sect, which made people more impressive.

At this moment, she was in the temple, and before the arrival of Kunlun Sword Venerable, it was not someone else who was the only one who looked at her, it was Ying Qiushui, the great elder of the Hehuan Sect.

She is the master of the young master of the Hehuan Sect, and she is also his biological aunt. Su Jianzun came for the missing Jianzi, and she came for the missing Young Master of the Hehuan Sect.

The cold night of the North Hall was lost in the Aoba Secret Realm, but Ying was robbed earlier, and disappeared when the Aoba Mountain Castle overturned.