Ling Tiansu glanced at her and spit out two simple words: "Heal the injury." ”

Ah Sheng crossed his arms around his chest: "You haven't agreed to my conditions yet?"

Yin Si gathered his shirt and was about to get dressed: "No need, the injury is not serious, there is no need to bother the girl to take action." ”

Ling Tiansu's eyes drooped slightly: "Okay, I promise you to help you kill King Shura." ”

Yin Si looked back suddenly, frowning and staring at him deeply, with a hint of blame in his eyes: "You can't kill the Shura King, the three spirits can't annihilate such evil things with their combined efforts, you don't have to cause trouble in your upper body, just a knife wound ......"

"It's not just a knife cut. ”

Ling Tiansu suddenly reached out and hugged her warm body, gently tore off the clothes she had just put on, and pointed the wound directly at Ah Sheng, signaling her to hurry up and treat.

"There is also the Devil's Rain Breath, if it goes on like this, I won't be able to earn that 10 million battle merit points at all, but if I can kill the Shura King, it will be okay. ”

Ah Sheng was not interested in the battle points: "Okay, all the battle points I earn in the future will belong to you, as long as you help me kill the Shura King." ”

She casually melted away the cold ice condensed on the back of the hidden division, and the blood qi in the crack of the knife instantly surged and surged.

Crimson blood poured out wildly, snaking out countless streams of blood, and soon dyed the snow coat that reached his waist.

Ah Sheng pointed out with a finger, and the strong blade blood qi that destroyed the flesh and texture instantly condensed.

She quickly took out a blue spirit grass from the treasure bag around her waist, and each blade of grass was condensed with dots of fluorescence, which was the power of pure stars.

She aimed the spirit grass at the wound on Yin Si's back and blew lightly.

The breath of the goddess is not only like an orchid, but the breath of the goddess in her body is born with the power of the supreme stars.

The starsand between her eyebrows shone brightly, and the magical and ancient spirit breathed into frost from her slightly enlightened lips.

The faint frost slowly blew the starlight of the spirit grass, interweaving a mysterious and powerful healing power, which was poured out in the wound of the knife.

The wound healed as quickly as if it were a miracle, smooth as new.

Ling Tiansu was very satisfied and reached out and touched it, it was slippery and felt excellent.

He smiled, carefully dressed her, pillowed his head on her shoulder, and said softly: "Don't worry, Ah Sheng has a holy weapon in his hand, which is very powerful, and it is not impossible to kill the Shura King with his hole cards."

And I want you to get better quickly, take you back to Yong'an City to see, the cakes in Yong'an City are delicious, and the sugar man is also well-pinched.

My relatives are there, and if you like Yong'an City, you can make it your home. Do you remember the big stele pavilion? That was the place where we first met, and at that time I called you a senior sister, but unfortunately you didn't pay much attention to me, and you cut down a lot of stele bamboo. ”

It was as if something had slipped out of his wide-sleeved robe.

It was a lantern that didn't light the wick and shone brightly.

The lantern was ordinary, and she just watched it quietly, without reaching out to touch it.

The dark eyes seemed to be moist for a moment, and they contained thoughts that no one could really see.

What was once impossible to ask for is now close at hand and within reach.

Even if there is no light, it is warm.

The phoenix's eyes gradually softened, with a bit of reminiscence and yearning, she was quiet for a long time.

Finally, he said softly, as light as a piece of snow: "Okay, I'll go home with you, go home together." ”

......

......

The eternal night has not yet ushered in the dawn of dawn, and the 100,000-mile spiritual realm is dark

Dark.

The grand pavilion of the big hall paved with blue tiles stands solemnly between the mountains of the sea of clouds, the dark clouds are surging and floating, and the magnificent and simple halls on the Guanlong Mountain are like the tip of the dark iceberg in the deep night sky.

The light mist and veil-like moonlight sometimes penetrated the clouds and poured down, adding a faint light to the pavilion on the other side.

The pavilion hall is ancient and secluded, and the current pavilion master on the other side sits on the throne of the head of the pavilion.

She didn't know when she succeeded in snatching a new pair of skins, and she didn't wear a gold leaf mask, and she didn't look like the demon Venerable Lu Jichen or the green fox back then.

She didn't even bother to bless the illusion, her face was clear, but the terrifying giant scar that extended from the corner of her forehead to her chin was indelible for some reason, and it still existed on her face.

She had a bone whip wrapped around her hand, the whip body was piercing and sharp, and what was even more strange was that from the head of the whip, there was a pitch-black and evil head of a poisonous dragon, with evil horns and fangs!

The body of the poisonous dragon has been destroyed, but the dragon's head is still alive, and it is full of cruelty under her palm.

The green fox's eyes were faint, and his voice was gloomy and cold, still bringing a bone anger: "The rebel is not dead, the demon seed is not extinguished, and you don't know...... What do you think?"

Of the top ten demon masters of the Other Shore Pavilion, there are only seven of them left now.

One is now imprisoned in the iron prison of the other side of the pavilion, and he is tortured.

One died at the entrance to the abyss, his bones gone.

And one more...... It is the youngest and weakest demon lord among the ten demon lords, the green snake demon lord.

On weekdays, she is the most docile and obedient, and her personality can be bullied.

At this moment, it has become a means for the lord to kill chickens and monkeys, and he is covered in blood and pierced his body with a soul chain, hanging in the center of the main hall.

A body of hard-won pure demon blood gradually ticked on the black stone ground.

And the newly recruited little demons in the pavilion have been approved by the lord, like greedy blood-sucking leeches, sticking to the ground and licking the blood dripping on the ground.

Ah Wan's green dress was mottled and messed up with blood from the wound.

Her face was almost transparent, her lips were pale, and her eyes, which seemed to be gentle and full of wisdom on a daily basis, were now weak and closed.

She was tortured, and her eyes were closed quietly, as if she were asleep.

The little demons gathered under her were like a black tide, how could there be such an honor to devour the blood of the demon lord on weekdays.

Today, it is rare for the Lord to be generous, their crazy greed, and the puddle of demon blood on the ground is simply not enough for them to eat.

But before the order of the lord, he didn't dare to stand up straight and tear the body of the demon lord under the soul chain.

I had to lick the corners of my dry lips, and continued to look at the noble demon lord on the throne with longing and longing eyes.

The faces of the rest of the demon lords were gloomy, although the snake demon lord Ah Wan looked very miserable at the moment, it was not enough to enter their eyes.

What they paid more attention to was the huge oven on the long road in front of the hall, which was prosperous and boiling.

The size of this oven alone has already occupied half of the majestic hall.

Hell slurry poured out of the oven, and hot fire spewed out.

Countless demons who have been transformed and those who have not yet been transformed are all twisted and twisted in pain, biting each other, and the sound of pain and wailing is like a furnace in purgatory.

Melt away the bloody body and demon body, and what comes out is the resentment of all demons crying together, and it is this resentment that makes them lose their intelligence, cannibalize each other, and curse each other.

In the midst of the green fox's extremely indifferent eyes, there were two more disciples of the Other Shore Pavilion, each shoulder-to-shoulder, and strode to the oven.

"Let go of me! Don't be too rampant and presumptuous on the other side of the pavilion! I am the eighth princess of the Fengxi clan in the spirit world! You dare to do this to this princess! Do you want to cause war in the spirit world?!"

Confined to a body of qi and carrying a qi machine on her shoulders was a young woman.

Her eyebrows and eyes are extravagant, her facial features are good, and her spiritual clothes symbolize her good identity, and the spiritual platform with shining eyebrows shows her extraordinary bloodline and exquisite cultivation.

It's just that at this moment, because of the fear of death, he cried his face, and his pale face was already colorless.

Here, she is a fish on a sticky board, and she will only be slaughtered.

The disciple of the other side pavilion who was carrying her smiled coldly, his face did not show any pity and pity, but his dark eyes were occupied by some kind of more fiery and greedy faith.

"What a coincidence, a woman we captured yesterday said something similar to you before she was thrown into the purgatory oven, except that she is not the eighth princess, but the sixth princess. ”

Looking at the direction of the disciple's finger, the woman's scalp was terrified, her face was all bloody, and the tears in her eyes were surging wildly: "Six...... Sixth sister. ”

In the boiling fire of purgatory, a woman's body was already half melted, and half of her face, which was seven points similar to hers, was intertwined with a daze of fear, and her mouth let out an unconscious 'uh...... Uh-huh.

And all around, there are countless evil beasts and demons, biting her body and cheeks.

Every time the sharp teeth tore open the flesh, the blood splattered out like hot oil poured into the slurry, and the demon fire rose sharply.

And her extremely dazed eyes will also give birth to a deep resentment in the pain of tormenting raw food.

The resentment is rising, entangled between the white bones of the oven, and there are faint white bones connected, piled up into the trend of the bone mountain road.

When the eighth princess of the Wind Breath Clan saw this scene, she was so shocked that her soul was shocked, and she cried and struggled heartbreakingly: "You let go of me! Where is this Spirit Realm Venerable Pavilion! You are clearly a group of demons! Man-eating demons!!"

And the other disciple was carrying on his shoulder, a young man of the demon clan, wearing a black feather and a big coat, with good strength, and he looked like the son of an aristocratic force in the demon world.

He was already frightened by this scene and became incontinent, his face was pale and desperate: "No...... You can't do this to me! I'm not a member of the spirit world, my father is an elder of the demon world! You will provoke a war between the demon and spirit worlds! No! Please, let me go...... Leave me alone!"

The woman's cries, the man's pleas for mercy, didn't change anything.

In the midst of heart-rending screams, both were thrown into the oven, where their bones were incinerated with blood and bones.

Soon he was eroded and affected by the resentment in it, and his eyes were dyed black by the resentment, and it was difficult to distinguish between the pupils and the whites of his eyes, and he lost his spiritual rationality, biting and laughing like the undead of a wild beast.

The deer demon lord's eyes calmly swept away from the purgatory scene in the oven, and there was not much turmoil on his face, and he said respectfully to the woman on the throne:

"The Demon Seed Hidden Division has been baptized by the Heavenly Rain, even though there is a dark smoke fruit in the Abyss Palace, but the dark smoke fruit is rare, and it is owned by the hall master alone, for ten thousand years, no one has been able to successfully fight a full 10 million battle merits such an astronomical number, which the pavilion master can rest assured. ”

"Heh......"

A light sneer and sneer slowly spit out from Qinghu's lips: "How can a mere phoenix outcast make the deity in his heart, it's just ...... What the deity wants is not a corpse, and that rebellion is the real thorn in the deity's heart!"