"Stop, Demon Emperor, you dare to disturb the balance of the scales!" Sure enough, as expected by Jian Fengxue, as soon as he felt the unusualness that suddenly came from Xiao Penglai, he appeared as soon as possible.

The First Demon Emperor dared to insist on attacking even if he was discovered by the person in charge of the scale, and he was really sure.

Those Penglai immortal beasts that were controlled and even demonized by the black-tailed comet rushed out of the small Penglai one by one to intercept the scale-bearers.

These are rare and cherished fairy beasts, and if you want to break their block, it is not difficult for the people who hold the scales at all. But the difficulty was that he couldn't hurt them.

There is a balance between heaven and earth, and since you are the person in charge of the scales, you can't break it rashly in person. Whether it's a righteous demon monk or a rare beast, it's the same thing.

The Demon Emperor grasped the weakness of the person in charge of the scale, so he ordered so many little Penglai immortal beasts to block his way.

It doesn't need to be solved, just win for yourself for a while, it's enough.

"Now, what other means do you have?" the Demon Emperor did not speak, and had been standing there since he had finished using a method. It was Yi Xiang who spoke, that is, Duanmu Qiu, who betrayed Ye Qi and them.

Yi Xiang is worthy of being Yi Xiang, one ring after another, and it has always been a last resort.

Jian Fengxue and the others on the opposite side looked at them with a corrupt face.

Jian Fengxue knew that the odds of his side were already very low from the moment the scale bearer was blocked.

Every righteous path, those old guys standing in the defensive circle, not only have to guard against the sudden attack of demon cultivation, but also guard against the betrayal of their own people.

The Demon Emperor is not wrong, this is the sorrow of the righteous path, and the sorrow of shamelessness for the devil's path. However, this sorrow can only continue forever. As long as hypocrisy remains, this sorrow will not disappear.

Jian Fengxue was still acting as a prestige just now, thinking that he could oppress Ye Qi and seize his position as the first in Xiao Penglai. However, the situation has changed rapidly, and now he is the weaker side.

The cultivation of the Demon Emperor is no longer something he can speculate.

Thinking of this, Jian Fengxue couldn't help but shrink a step at his feet.

Now, the Demon Emperor has descended, ready to wipe out the older generation of righteous path monks, as well as the elite young people who are coming, who else can turn the tide at this critical moment?

"Stop!" What stopped Yi Xiang was the "Young Master" Ye Qi whom he kept claiming. "Yixiang, you dare to touch them!"

Yi Xiang is already preparing to wipe out all the monks who are controlled by the power of the Demon Emperor. He's a research freak, yes, but he's also a demon. Usually killing people has no effect on his research.

Yi Xiang's raised raging fan paused in the air after hearing Ye Qi's shouting.

Ye Qi originally just shouted out with a sense of anger. I never thought that Yi Xiang really listened to him, could it be that he was still addicted to acting, and in this current situation, where is there any possibility of turning the tables.

So why is Yi Xiang ......?

"Young master, Lord Demon Emperor is here now, and his subordinates feel that it is better to follow his orders. Yi Xiang was interrupted by Ye Qi's call, and he was not angry. As if it should be, talk to him.

Ye Qi's brows furrowed, he was not a young master of the Demon Sect at all, why did Yi Xiang still call himself like this at this time, and what good did it do him?

"Ye'er, haven't you come here yet?Have you stayed in the righteous path for a long time and forgotten your identity?" The confusion in Ye Qi's mind had not been eliminated, and the Demon Emperor's sudden words fell on the surface of the lake.

Ye'er, who's Ye'er, are you calling me?

Ye Qi listened to the voice of the Demon Emperor, and only felt a familiar feeling in his heart, and he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Hmph, Junzi Feng cured your burning body, but you forgot your identity? It seems that the burning was too strong at that time, burning a memory in your mind. But it doesn't matter—" the Demon Emperor said, a black spherical mist pouring out of his hand. "I'll let you remember who you really are, whose descendants you are!"

When Ye Qi saw the black mist in the Demon Emperor's hand, he instinctively wanted to dodge, but the other party's cultivation was too high, and the speed was too fast, and even the naked eye could only catch a trace of black light, and it had already entered his mind.

As soon as the black mist submerged into Ye Qi's mind, his originally clear brain was suddenly a mess, and a sharp pain came out, something was being pulled, reconnecting from the depths of the broken mind.

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"Father, Ye'er's hand, it's burning!" a little boy ran up in a panic, waving his arms to extinguish the fire that had stuck to it, but no matter how hard he tried, the flame was like maggots on the tarsal bones, unable to be extinguished.

The little boy's face is still handsome, and he can vaguely recognize it, and he is somewhat similar to the current Ye Qi between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Qiye, how many times have I told you, as the young master of the Demon Gate, you must be calm and composed, don't panic when you encounter something, what kind of system will you become!" On the side, a majestic middle-aged man held his hands behind his back, his eyes were like a black hole condensed into substance, and there was no trace of emotion in the depth.

"Yes...... Seven nights know. The little boy fell silent, and looked away from his burning arm, feeling the pain coming from it, his brow twisted tightly, and beads of sweat the size of beans poured from his forehead and dripped to the ground. "But Father, my hand ......"

"Got it, you go down first, I still have important things to do here!" the Demon Emperor waved his hand, interrupting the little boy impatiently. In his opinion, what needs to be done now is far more important than solving a child's own problems.

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"Is there really no way?" the Demon Emperor frowned, his hands were still behind his back, his gaze was calm as usual, but a little anxiety could be faintly seen from it.

The Demon Master Yi Xiang stood respectfully in the back, staggering his position with the Demon Emperor. "Yes, my subordinates have studied it with all their might. It's a pity that the young master was originally a body of fire, and he didn't have a good trick to guide him, so the fire in his body became more and more vigorous, and until now it has spread irrepressibly throughout the body. The young master can't wake up now, because his brain is also corroded by the fire. ”

"Yixiang, I don't care what method you use, now you must save Qiye's life. I don't care what you do!"

Yi had already expected the attitude of the Demon Emperor, and he confidently waved the raging wave of the Qing Fan in his hand and said meaningfully. "Don't worry, Lord Demon Emperor, my subordinates have a plan, which can not only solve the hidden dangers of the young master's body, but also bury the secret chess for our plan, just wait until the time is ripe......"

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A little boy with a flame burning all over his body that could not be extinguished was left at the foot of Shiwei Mountain. At this time, it was also not long after Junzifeng settled in Shiwei Mountain.

The Sword Immortal Hall was in turmoil, Junzi Feng was discouraged and wanted to retreat hastily in Shiwei Mountain, and in the same way, with his kind of cultivation at that time, he naturally sensed a scorching aura that did not conform to common sense under the mountain.

A once-in-a-century fire-burning body, a little boy whose life is in danger.

Although Jun Zifeng was disheartened, as a righteous sword cultivator, of course it was impossible for him to die without help. What's more, a body of fire, the Nine Returns Cold Tide recipe that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Sword Immortal Palace, is precisely the recipe of the coldest.

A brilliant idea made him think of a way to save the boy.

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A black film of light covered the Demon Emperor, Yi Xiang, and Ye Qi, isolating them from Xiao Penglai, who was starting to mess up outside. Obviously, this is also the Demon Emperor's means.

"No, it's not like this, it can't be like this!" The extra memories in Ye Qi's mind made him hold his head uncontrollably and shake desperately, trying to shake off those memories that didn't belong to him. However, these memories seemed to have taken root and sprouted, firmly locked in his mind, and they never left.

The Demon Emperor looked at Ye Qi's current appearance, and finally let out a cold snort in dissatisfaction. "As the young master of my demon gate, how can he make such a humiliating move. If you don't hurry back and finish cleaning up the living force of the righteous path, why can't I unify my demon path?"

Ye Qi heard a familiar voice, which overlapped with the picture in his mind, and his gaze gradually became cold.

Even if he was the son of the Demon Emperor, even if he was the young master of the Demon Gate, the Demon Emperor's attitude towards him in his memory also made Ye Qi feel extremely chilled and disappointed.

Is this the treatment of the young master of the Demon Gate, even the dangerous situation of burning the body, you have to wait until you are terminally ill to make time to care, and even put on this care one by one conspiracies?

This is the attitude of the Demon Emperor towards his son, this is the way of survival of the Demon Gate?

"I, why go back. Ye Qi raised his head and asked in a firm tone. Among all the people present, the only one who dared to question the Demon Emperor was Ye Qi.

In Ye Qi's current heart, the demon is even more unbearable than the righteous path, it has no hypocrisy, some are just indifferent and ruthless.

The Demon Emperor looked at him coldly, and Ye Qi also looked at the Demon Emperor coldly. They looked at each other, and from the same cold eyes, they could see some similar looks.

Yi Xiang on the side shook his fan and walked with a smile at the right time, as if he didn't feel the slightest guilt for calculating Ye Qi, and even a little sincere.

"Young Master, now you are already notorious in the righteous path, using a gentleman's style to infiltrate the Sword Immortal Palace, and then deceived all your companions and the scale-bearers, entered Xiao Penglai to win the first place, and also wiped out all the waves of righteous path monks. There is no place for you on the right path. ”

"You only have to come back, go back with the Demon Emperor, you can still be your young master of the Demon Gate, and you can also open up a hegemony!"

Yi Xiang's analysis was not slow or urgent, and he was confident enough in whether he could convince Ye Qi.

From the very beginning of contact with Ye Qi, Yi Xiang has been observing and guiding Ye Qi, whether it is in the City of Chaos, the Tomb Village, Yunzhou, or Xiao Penglai, he has intentionally or unintentionally guided Ye Qi in the direction of deviating from the right path.

Even if Jun Zifeng's seventy years of teaching to Ye made the weight of the righteous path balance in his heart quite heavy, as Yi Xiang said, as long as a drop of ink is put in the clear spring water, it can stir up a pool of clear water.

Yi Xiang not only counted these, he paid more attention to building momentum, whether it was the momentum when the Demon Emperor came, or the momentum that Ye Qi could no longer return to the right path.

Once these righteous path giants know that Ye Qi is the young master of the Demon Gate and the heir of the First Demon Emperor, will they still let Ye Qi continue to stay in the righteous path? Even if the Demon Emperor is Ken, they may not be at ease with Ye Qi!

This is the potential, a general trend. Every time Yi Xiang said a word, Ye Qi's heart sank, like a knife, and he was torn out of a wound.

What Ixiang is doing now is rubbing salt on his wounds.

(If I ask for a collection, does anyone collect it...... ）