Chapter 1945 I only heard of bad luck, miserable and miserable
The electric light flashed violently, the thunder rolled and the storm continued. For a long time, I only felt the extremely powerful demonic aura, but the person who spoke was not seen coming out of it.
The entire Yu Mansion exploded due to the huge thundercloud that overturned the sky.
"Upper Realm! The demons from the upper realm are here!"
"Who on earth offended the demons in the upper world? That would be really tragic."
"Looking at the direction where the demonic energy is densely concentrated, it seems to be in the left courtyard. That seems to be where Ye Chuyue, the ghost master of the Imperial Domain, is."
"Ye Chuyue? Is she the woman who had a draw with King Wuhuang of the Demon Slayer Sect in the Cold Wind Tower?"
"..."
Lu Yanran followed Ji Rufeng. When she heard the movement, she looked up at the turbulent sky and frowned slightly.
Ye Chuyue, who was in the eighth level of the Martial Sect, could actually be on par with the Martial Emperor of the Demon Slayer Sect?
"I'm afraid it's just a rumor."
Lu Yanran sneered lightly: "It's not uncommon for rumors to be spread, but isn't it a fantasy that Emperor Wu Zong is tied with Emperor Wu? Even if Ye Chuyue is a god, she can't do it. Brother Ji, do you think so?"
Ji Rufeng said nothing.
Lu Yanran slightly raised her eyebrows and said: "I heard that the guards of Qiankun City just sent people to the Yu Mansion to ask you to claim Nianqiu's body. Nianqiu and your childhood sweethearts were childhood sweethearts, but people cannot be resurrected after death, Ji
Brother, please forgive me."
Ji Rufeng glanced at Lu Yanran indifferently. Lu Yanran immediately shut her mouth, but in her heart she was slandering and ridiculing Shen Nianqiu, who never received any mercy from Ji Rufeng until her death.
"Let's go see Lord Ye Ghost."
Now that Shen Nianqiu is dead, Lu Yanran hopes that Ye Chuyue will also be destroyed at the hands of the demons from the upper world. She is so excited that she can hardly contain it.
This time, Ji Rufeng didn't say much and went with her to the place where thunder clouds and storms gathered.
The other dragon-taming warriors in the dragon-protecting array did not rush to teleport the formation, but came here to watch the excitement.
There was a "click" sound.
Condensed into the thunder clouds in the sky, a brand new book was thrown out.
"Wang Cheng, please take a good look at it. It records what Ye Chuyue has done.
Let’s not mention the distant ones, let’s take the nearby ones as an example. The Forest of Hundred Ghosts, where all the heroes gathered, and the five continents competed. Ye Chuyue ordered the massacre of the warriors of the Xuanhan camp on the shore of the Demon Realm. From the Shenwu Chang’an of the vassal states to the Heavenly Emperor Ye
Gong, the people she has killed and the blood on her hands do not look like kind people."
The sound continues.
Wang Cheng held the book and frowned.
After hesitating again and again, his palms filled with powerful force, intending to smash the book.
Since he has determined that Chu Mei is a good person, he is not afraid of the gossip outside.
"Brother Wang."
From behind, Chu Yue's clear voice sounded: "You might as well open it and take a look."
Wang Cheng looked at Chu Yue in surprise, and the hand holding the book trembled.
"She's right."
Chu Yue held her head high, put one hand behind her back, her face covered with frost, and said calmly: "In the Forest of Hundred Ghosts, on the shore of the Demon Realm, I once ordered the massacre of the warriors from the Xuanhan camp, just because the warriors from the Xuanhan camp abused and humiliated me.
The cruelty of Lingtian women's methods is outrageous, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are cruel. It is true that my hands have been stained with a lot of blood since Shenwu Chang'an, but no matter how many people I kill, no matter how many I have seen
A mountain of corpses and a sea of bones, I, Ye Chuyue, dare to say openly and openly that there are no innocent souls under my sword. Those I want to kill and those I have killed are all people who deserve to die. The good people in the world have gone through many hardships, and there are no good rewards for good people.
When you hear that you are plagued by misfortune, you are most likely to be miserable, and most of the evildoers are prosperous, and you can justifiably commit all kinds of bad things just by saying "the disaster will last for thousands of years." Why?"
The sonorous sound was as cold as the winter wind, and even louder than the demonic thunder.
Wang Cheng stared at Chu Yue blankly, pursed his lips and could not say a word, but his heart was filled with great turbulence and turmoil.
Chu Yue took a step forward, raised her eyes and looked directly at the sky.
The light purple eyes reflected the luster of thunder.
She raised her lips and chuckled, and said impressively: "Why do evildoers immediately become Buddhas when they put down their butcher's knives? Why do good people who are even slightly unsteady in their righteousness have to be criticized by thousands of people and drowned in the spit of the world's criticism?"
In the thundercloud, the murderous look in the eyes of the demon princess froze for a moment.
Ye Chuyue said, it is just like the situation of the devil.
Those so-called noble sects have done countless dirty things behind the scenes, but they are regarded as gods by the warriors in the world.
When she was young, she took the demon guards to punish evil and promote good, changing the stubborn impression of the world's warriors on the devil.
But I never thought that being accused was because of bad intentions.
Under the thunder clouds, the peaceful but peaceful words hit the demon princess's heart exactly.
Soon, the Demon Princess cleared all the thoughts in her mind.
She needs the magic root in Ye Chuyue that is hard to find in the world, but she can regain her own strength.
The kindness of women.
Can not have!
"Hiss."
A golden flame ignited in the palm of Wangcheng.
The book recording Ye Chuyue's "crime" was burned in the fire.
Chu Yue looked at him, "Brother Wang, don't you want to look again?"
"unimportant."
Wang Cheng smiled and said cheerfully: "It doesn't matter who Chu Mei is in the eyes of the world. What matters is who Chu Mei is in my eyes. Once a brother, always a brother, I, Wang Cheng, are by no means a treacherous person.
"
At the end of the sentence, he laughed out loud.
But I saw him pull out the knife hanging on his back and cut it from the palm of his hand.
As the blood gushed out, Wang Cheng waved his palm into the air freely and freely, and the blood that flew out from the wound on his palm condensed into one sentence.
The unworthy disciple Wang Cheng is separated from the Demon Slayer Sect and will have no relationship from now on.
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The elders of the Demon Slayer Sect are like father and brother.
Since ancient times, it is difficult to have both loyalty and justice.
If he wanted to resist the demons from the upper world for Ye Chuyue and not bring the flames of war to the Demon Slayer Sect, the only way he could do it was to sever the Demon Slayer Sect.
The blood characters suspended in the air gathered into scarlet spiritual butterflies, with crystal light shining all over them.
The wind created by the fluttering wings of the spirit butterfly tore open the sky in front of it, forming a small opening.
It sank into the small opening, went straight to the Demon Slayer Sect, and completely disappeared from everyone's sight.
The spiritual butterfly left and the sky returned to its original state.
"Ye Chuyue, I only want your magic roots. If you give them to me, I will leave and leave you alive."
The voice of the demon princess came.
"Click, click, click."
Wang Cheng pulled out another sword, held two swords in his hands, and slashed in the air, and the ice dragon, fire phoenix soared into the sky, and stormed into the thunder clouds.
"Mei Chu, go and go to the Longyin Clan."
Wang Cheng shouted loudly.
Chu Yue looked at Wang Cheng's back and smiled helplessly.
It turned out that he wanted to be deceived by some evil deceiver.
I never thought that I would have a brother who would never give up.
I really don’t know whether I should say it’s the opposite of what I expected, or that flowers of surprise always grow in narrow roads.
The blade energy of the ice dragon, fire phoenix, was all swallowed up by the thunder cloud.
Just as Wang Cheng was about to move forward, a small white hand placed on his shoulder from behind.