"Lu Huai!" Seeing that Xue Lian's life was in danger, Mei'er suddenly thought of Lu Huai in despair and said anxiously: "You harmed her. If you have not lost your conscience, then you... Then you save her." When she said the three words "save her", her tone was almost begging.

"Okay!" Lu Huai responded in a rough voice, flew over, sat down with Xuelian with one hand, cross-legged across from her, and pressed her lower abdomen with the other hand.

As soon as Xue Lian lost consciousness, she felt a hot fire entering her broken true energy. A pure yang true energy slowly moved into her body with a powerful true energy. The true energy that was originally scattered gradually condensed, and then absorbed and melted the powerful true energy.

"What did I give to her?" Lu Huai hurriedly withdrew his palm, leaned in front of him, and said to himself: "What is there in addition to true qi?"

"That's your true energy!" Xuelian responded with biting her red lips, Lu Huai's thick palms pressed against her lower abdomen, and they were separated by a layer of gauze skirt. When she thought of it, even her neck was red with shame.

Mei'er asked with concern: "How can you be careless if you shake the true energy and shake it away? Junior sister should not speak, just calm down and recuperate!"

"Yeah!" Xue Lian's true energy had recovered and was no longer injuring. But when she thought of her skin just now, she couldn't help but feel confused. She was even more ashamed to see people, so she closed her eyes and refused to open them. At this time, she just happened to respond and pretended to be in a state of conditioning.

"What... is this? Is this my hand?" Lu Huai stared blankly at the palms that were thick as a layer of hard shell as a tree bark, and murmured: "What's wrong with me? What's wrong? I am... Lu Huai? Am I Lu Huai?"

"Impossible!" Mei'er frowned and said in a daze: "No mortal can eliminate the thousand-year essence of the Blood Wutong. Not to mention the thousand-year essence, even if only a little bit into his body will erode his soul and turn him into a bloodthirsty demon! Could it be... Could it be... the Thousand-year Blood Wutong is not what Xue Lian and I deserve, but his immortal fate?"

"But he is not a monk, how can he get the immortal fate?" Xue Lian was already standing beside Mei'er.

"Are you okay?" Mei'er's face showed a happy smile.

"We cannot explain what happened to him." Xue Lian hesitated and paused, and said, "The master's Taoism is profound, and he must know the reason. Why don't you ask the master to come and see what the senior sister thinks?"

Mei'er was stunned, shook her head in a daze, and said, "If the master knows this, he will report to the elder of the Demon Sect. The elder of the Demon Sect will tell you about this matter again, the two sects of Dharma. For the thousand-year essence of Blood Wutong, they will definitely capture him and then refine him into an immortal pill!"

Xuelian said with a worried look on her face, "But look at his current appearance, besides remembering the previous owner of your body, what are the differences between him and a bloodthirsty demon?"

"Lu Huai?" The shopkeeper pointed his nose and asked carefully: "Do you still remember me?"

"You? Who are you?" Lu Huai looked blankly, then looked at his hands again, murmured, "Who is Lu Huai?"

Xue Lian whispered: "If he had a trace of conscience just now, it would be the most tenacious struggle from his heart. It won't take long to lose his conscience. Then he will kill us without any scruples, and he will not feel anything in his heart."

Mei'er slowly closed her eyes. After a while, she opened her eyes, and a teardrop fell on her cheeks, turning and rolling under her jaw.

A palm that had a hard shell like a tree bark stretched out and attached the tears to the palm.

"Don't cry! With me here, no one can hurt you!" The voice was horrifying, like a beast roaring.

Mei'er smiled with tears on her face and said, "I won't give him to the three major clans to refine his immortal pills, because he is my husband!"

"Senior Sister Mei!" Xue Lian screamed in surprise, shook her head in a daze, and said, "You must not take this matter seriously!"

"Can't you take it seriously?" Mei'er raised the corner of her mouth and showed a faint smile, saying, "Lian'er, can you take the poisonous oath you made at the altar of the Demon Sect seriously?"

"I..." Xuelian could not answer because she understood what weight she had in her heart that she made on the altar "Even if she attained enlightenment, if she did not kill all the martial arts practitioners in the world, she would never be able to achieve enlightenment even after thousands of lifetimes."

"How can a practitioner break his oath!" Mei'er still smiled faintly and said, "Since Mei'er made a promise when she was born, he is the husband assigned by God!"

"Senior Sister!" Xuelian said seriously, "You should know what your decision will mean?"

"I know!" Mei'er looked a little sad, "If he becomes a blood demon and I still have to protect him, then we will all be destroyed and fall into the Avici Hell that will never be reincarnated for thousands of years!"

Xuelian said sadly: "The price you are going to pay is really too high!"

"Just you said, this is my disaster!" Mei'er seemed to be ready to face it.

"I'm leaving!" Xue Lian lowered her head and murmured: "The Demon Sect Dharma Assembly is about to be held, and I have to accompany my master!"

"You go!" Mei'er smiled slightly and said, "He and I live here. If you want to come...we'll wait for you!"

Of course, she was not waiting for Xue Lian to come, but waiting for Xue Lian to bring the cultivators from the three sects to capture Lu Huai.

"I..." Xue Lian wanted to speak but stopped.

Mei'er said seriously: "Don't guarantee anything! Slaying demons and eliminating demons is the duty of a cultivator. You can come back to deal with him, I won't blame you!"

"What a joke?" the shopkeeper said blankly: "Lu Huai just saved her life. How could she be ungrateful and framed Lu Huai in turn?"

The shopkeeper was not stupid. He said this just to put Xuelian in a car to block her mouth.

"If... if... if he cannot eliminate his demonic heart and cannot refine the essence of the Thousand-year-old Bloody Swine Tree, I will definitely lead the monks from all over the world to capture him!" Xue Lian left a sentence and walked.

"Who?" Lu Huai roared roughly, his bloody eyes staring at the distant earth slope.

Mei'er and Xuelian didn't notice anyone coming. After hearing Lu Huai's roar, they finally saw four men with black faces standing on the slope, shaped like haggard.

"The corpse-hiding technique?" Xue Lian was surprised and looked around, shouting angrily: "This evil method has been abandoned by the Dao Sect a hundred years ago. Who dares to violate the taboos and disturb the dead, and is born again with an uncorrupted body, causing trouble to the world? Xue Lian, a disciple under the seat of the Guangling Zhenren of the Demon Sect, is here, where is the corpse-hiding person? Let's show up quickly?"

A few laughter sounds were a woman. But her voice was vague and she could not tell her trace.

Lu Huai took a deep breath, his nose was almost pressed against one place, and a cruel smile appeared on his face, as if he had smelled wonderful food.

Mei'er was shocked and said anxiously: "Shopkeeper, Lu Huai will be very demonic when he smells the zombie. Take him out of here quickly!"

"Me?" The shopkeeper was stunned, pointed at his nose in a daze, and said, "Where can I take him away!"

"Zheng..." Xuelian's piano sounded, and four withered men were shocked when they heard the sound, turned their heads blankly, looked at her blankly, and walked.

"Lian'er!" Mei'er flew away and reminded: "The technique of hiding corpse is attached to the body of the uncorrupted body with a dead spirit. These people lose all the sounds and will not be hurt by your magic piano!" As she spoke, her flying sword had already shot out and stabbed three people.

No one had ever thought that these four men, who were shaped like haggard, would react so quickly. With a wave of their palms, they would clang and make a clanging sound. The flying sword shot in front of them would be shattered.

Their claws were shining with a blue light. I don’t know what special material they had created, even the flying sword that cuts iron like mud will be difficult to damage!

The flying swords that were shattered by four men began to dissipate, and the sword box behind Mei'er condensed, and three flying swords reappeared, making a sound, making a great attempt to attack again, competing for the worst.

Mei'er also pointed out, but no longer attacked the three, but focused on the current one.

The three swords came out quickly, pointing to the man's chest, abdomen and throat. The man's palms were wrong, and the two flying swords shot at the throat and chest were immediately knocked down by him. But he was powerless to stop the third flying sword. With a "sneer", the flying sword passed through his lower abdomen and rushed back into Mei'er's sword box with the two shot down flying swords.

The flying sword penetrated his body, and the man's black face was stunned at first. A ghostly black shadow wearing a dark blue cloak broke out from his withered body. Two lights flashed in the cloak, and it seemed that a sharp and cold gaze shot straight towards Mei'er.

Mei'er looked at her, a bone-thrusting cold air emerged from her heart, and she couldn't help but have a cold war.

Necromancers!

The evil spells that the Taoist sect explicitly prohibited a hundred years ago have reappeared in the world of cultivation today.

Mei'er's mana can fight against zombies, but she has no choice but to the undead.

The undead spirit is protected by the underworld. Unless the Taoist disciples, Dharma Sect, and Demon Sect can only restrain the undead spirit if they reach the cultivation level of the scattered people.

Without consciousness, without feeling, and only following the manipulator's instructions, the evil of the dead is indeed terrifying.

Silently, the dark shadow in a dark blue cloak, like a ghost, penetrated back into the man's body like a haggard. The man moved, turned his head blankly to face Mei'er, slowly raised his arm, and pointed a finger at Mei'er.

"Senior Sister, be careful!" Xue Lian saw Xing turn to Mei'er with four undead zombies and said anxiously: "Our magic power cannot eliminate the undead at all. Only by finding out the monks who manipulate these undead can we have a chance of winning."

"Very good! I originally thought that only Zhang Sihai had one physical body, but I didn't expect that now there are more physical bodies of the Dharma Sect and the Demon Sect!" The gloomy voice was filled with arrogant arrogance, but it was like a misty cloud, floating, making people unable to capture its origin.

Mei'er noticed the new tomb under the Wutong tree, noticed the three words "Zhang Sihai" on the tombstone, and said intimately: "It turns out that she is not looking for a suitable body for the Blood Wutong, but for the Dead! No wonder there was a Dead just now transferring his skills and the essence of the Blood Wutong into Lu Huai's body. He must have felt the arrival of the Dead zombie. In order to prevent his body from being plundered, he would use Lu Huai's hand to resist the coming enemy."

The undead zombie approached, and Mei'er hurriedly pulled Xuelian and retreated quickly, retreating behind Lu Huai.

Lu Huai's face slowly covered with a hard shell like a tree bark. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh, but grinned and called out: "Lulu?"

"Kill them!" Mei'er pointed to the dead zombie and shot out three flying swords.

At present, the zombie was pierced by the flying sword again, and the undead escaped from his body in a blue cloak. The two flashing lights seemed to mock Mei'er.

A huge flying sword with flowing blood suddenly appeared in front of the cloak of the dead spirit.

With a shrill wail, the blue cloak was cut open with a crack. The autumn sun shone into it through the crack, and the necromancer inside suddenly turned into a ball of black smoke.

The huge flying sword with blood light seemed to have a strong suction force. As soon as the undead turned into black smoke, it drilled out through the gap in the cloak, and merged into the blood light flowing inside through the tip of the flying sword.

"What...who?" The woman who secretly manipulated the necromancer screamed in horror.
Chapter completed!