Ling Ye was silent for a moment: "Do you think about the consequences?"

Chen Liuxiang thought he was trying to save Zhou Xuanlan, and others would blame him, so he said, "Senior Brother is too worried. I am a cultivator in the Transformation Realm of Gods. Who can do anything to me?"

"I mean Zhou Xuanlan," Ling Ye's tone was slightly deeper, "He was not young yet, and he had the ability to fight against the Mahayana cultivators. It would be difficult for big monsters like Ao Yue to awaken his bloodline even if he awakened his bloodline."

The night wind blew the door clattering.

Ling Ye asked: "You save him today, and he will lead the demon clan to flatten the cultivation world in the future. What do you think?"

Chen Liuji paused his fingers slightly, and he lifted the quilt for a moment, covering Chen Bubu who was snoring, "He is not a bloodthirsty person, he will not do this, but if it is true as my senior brother said, I will stop him at all."

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Ling Ye said only one sentence, "Let him be locked in the Demon Fu Prison alive is my biggest concession."

A sneering sound of the sinking sound.

What is the difference between being locked in the dark and dead prison for the rest of your life?

After he left, Shen Liujiu secretly thought about it.

Ordinary monks are not worth worrying about. Those who can stop him are nothing more than people who are in the realm of God Transformation. Now in the Sword Sect are Lan Xiaosheng, Ling Ye and Ye Bingran, who have just entered the realm of God Transformation.

Head-on, no sure.

He tapped his fingertips on the table, thinking about countermeasures when a jade talisman flew into the room through the crack of the window.

It was Lan Xiaosheng who invited him to see Fuyouting Pavilion.

The moonlight was dim and the light was covered by thin clouds. In addition to Lan Xiaosheng, there was another person in the pavilion.

Ye Shi stood beside him, his face pale, looked at Chen Liuxiang, and then looked away as if dodging.

"The pain of searching for the soul is suffering." Lan Xiaosheng poured a cup of tea with his own hands and handed it over.

The sound of the sinking sound was not answered, and the phoenix eyes glanced at Ye Shi, "The disciples of the Sword Sect were not killed by Zhou Xuanlan. You know, but they make people turn black and white."

Ye Shi clenched his fists, lowered his head, and said nothing.

Lan Xiaosheng: "Try this tea first."

Chen Liuyi stared at him for a while, reached out to take it, and savored it: "Universal Tea."

I can't taste anything special, and I can't even be considered a good tea.

“I’m given this tea from my master,”

Lan Xiaosheng picked up the teapot in his slender hand and shook it in the air.

"At that time, he told me that this tea was the first time he had left his sect to practice and saved from the evil demon. He kept it to this day to remind himself not to forget his original intention of practicing Taoism."

The sinking sounded his fingers turned the porcelain white tea cup, staring at the rising heat, and said coldly: "But he forgot, he was still in a devil."

"You are right," Lan Xiaosheng lowered his eyes.

"But we disciples have failed to notice as soon as possible and have already lost our responsibility, and we cannot sit idly by now."

The tone of the sinking sounded sarcastic, "So I have to sacrifice my apprentice."

"I asked you to come, just to explain this,"

Lan Xiaosheng said: "He is a monster, spread throughout the three realms. Whether he kills disciples of the Sword Sect or not, it doesn't matter. Now countless pairs of eyes are staring at him and wanting him to die. If the Sword Sect let him go intact, he will have no face to gain a foothold in the cultivation world in the future."

Shen Liuji narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly: "If the news of Yu Fusheng becoming a demon spreads throughout the three realms, how much face will the Sword Sect have left."

Lan Xiaosheng: "You are rarely so aggressive."

The sinking sounded: "You force me."

Lan Xiaosheng was silent: "You want to save Zhou Xuanlan, I won't interfere. In exchange, you want to keep the news that your master is possessed by the devil. I have locked him in the barrier. Runxin will not come out."

The sound of the sinking sounded and thought for a moment, and nodded.

Although he did not want Zhou Xuanlan to be slandered, he could only do his best to save his life and take him out of the Demon Fu Prison.

Lan Xiaosheng did not interfere, and the rest of the Sword Sect did not threaten him, except Ye Bingran.

"Bing Ran's parents died at the hands of monsters. He had a knot in his heart, and I couldn't control it," Lan Xiaosheng saw what he was thinking and reminded him, "You have to face it not only him, but as far as I know, Jin Xiangtian brought people to him overnight."

Xiyang Sect intervened, as Shen Liuxiang expected.

He nodded slightly, stood up and left. Lan Xiaosheng suddenly threw a storage bag containing a wide range of magic weapons, high-level magic weapons, top-grade elixirs, and rare and precious spiritual herbs.

"I originally wanted to wait for you and Bing Ran to achieve the right result and hand over these things to him. Now it seems that there is no need for this."

The sinking sound was stunned.

The person who informed the original body and kept following Ye Bingran's movements and cheated away the gifts was actually the leader of the Sword Sect?!

If he hadn't been in a heavy mood, he would have been unable to help laughing. Ye Bingran knew that there was a master who cheated him like this?

Dressed in the night, the sound of the sound of the sound of returning to the room was pondering. When I crossed the threshold, my body suddenly shook and almost fell.

He reached out to support the door, his face turned pale, and his soul was aching again.

Chen Bubu hurriedly jumped off the bed: "Dad, are you okay?"

As the slump of water suddenly flashed in my mind, some strange scenes flashed, and then a severe pain came.

His eyes turned dark and he fell to the ground.

"Dad!"

After half a cup of tea, the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of sobs came to his ears.

Chen Bubu pulled his sleeve and wanted to move him to the bed, but he couldn't pull him in the slightest way.

He suddenly felt sad, and tears rolled down, "Nothing can help Daddy."

Shen Liuji rubbed his eyebrows, and while digesting the extra memory, he sat up and patted the ginseng baby's head, "Stop crying, I'm fine."

Chen Bubu's eyes were blurred with tears in his eyes. He crawled into his arms without saying anything, buried his little face in his warm clothes, and ran out of the room in a moment.

The sinking sounded cleared the little memory I had recovered.

A man with a vague figure was teaching him spells, his voice was cold and pleasant, "The technique of living and dying can share the damage, which is equivalent to having two lives, but be careful when using it. One person dies, and the other person cannot live."

The eyes of the sinking sound moved slightly, locked in the room for most of the hour, and studied alone until Shen Bubu jumped back.

He held a golden fruit, "Food it for the eldest brother so that my father would not be sad."

Shen Liuji stretched out his hand and touched the golden fruit. A vast and pure spiritual energy surged into his body.

He was slightly shocked: "What is this?"

"I asked for it from the team leader," Chen Bubu lowered his head, and his ears gradually turned red.

Chen Liuyi raised his eyebrows and accidentally saw the golden leaves on his head, hanging softly as if withered.

Chen Bubu noticed his gaze and quickly covered his head and started to enter the room. "I'm so thirsty, I have to replenish some water, otherwise the leaves of Bubu will be soft."

The sound of Shen Liuhe hesitated for a moment, collected the golden fruit, and rushed to the Demon Fu Prison.

There are disciples guarding the Demon Fu Prison inside and outside, and you need to hold the order of the sect leader before you can be released from the layers.

Lan Xiaosheng seemed to have told him that when he walked to the place where Zhou Xuanlan was imprisoned, no disciples followed him.

Chen Liuyi closed the door with his backhand, his eyes turned dark, he took out the spirit stone and approached Zhou Xuanlan with the faint light.

He handed the golden fruit to his mouth, "Shen Bubu gave it to you."

Zhou Xuanlan's face was hidden in the darkness, unable to see clearly, only his eyes were lit up, and he smiled a little when he heard this, "I feel much more at ease with him with my master."

The sound of the fingertips was slightly tightened, and I couldn't speak for a long time.

After eating the fruit as big as a palm, Zhou Xuanlan frowned slightly and was about to speak, cold sweat suddenly slid from the corner of his forehead, and his body couldn't stop trembling.

Chen Liuxiang's face changed, and his fingertips were placed on his wrist, trying to find out the situation inside his body, but he was shaken away by an extremely powerful spiritual power.

In the dim light, Zhou Xuanlan's meridians gradually emerged, and countless golden lights circulated back and forth in it.

The place where the final gathering is not the Dantian.

The sinking sound was stunned, and a piece of black scales were seen in the dazzling golden light.

There was a suffocating pressure.

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a thought came to his mind.

Before he could ask, Zhou Xuanlan frowned and said hoarsely: "Master, my cultivation is recovering. This spiritual fruit is absolutely extraordinary. Where did Shen Bubu come from?"

Chen Liuxiang: "He said he was the leader of Ginseng Mountain..."

After a pause, he opened his eyes slightly and ran out of the Demon Fu Prison with a panic expression.

Chen Bubu squatted at the door, with a piece of dead branches on his head and a few yellow leaves hanging, exuding a lifeless aura.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he looked up.

The sinking sound suddenly stopped in place, and the pupils shrank slightly.

In his sight, a small face covered with wrinkles appeared, his lips were dry and his eyes were slightly open, and he was dull.

“····Bubu,”

Chen Bubu's eyes were dark and he could no longer see anything. His wrinkled little hand grabbed the corner of Chen Liujiu's clothes and successfully held the corner of his mouth, and he smiled happily.
To be continued...