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Chapter 1614: Remnant Demon Intent, do not complain!

Su Xuan stood on the top of the mountain here very early.

In the past few days, he had seen flattering smiles, humble attitudes, and fawning faces.

The only thing I didn't see was the integrity of the righteous way.

Su Xuan looked indifferent.

Suddenly.

Yang Fengge appeared next to Su Xuan.

Wearing a Taoist robe, she was full of heroic spirit, holding a sword in her hand, and her eyes were a little sharp.

"What's the matter?"

Su Xuan spoke coldly.

"What do you think about the killing of Wen Ruyu tomorrow?"

Yang Fengge asked.

"No matter what you think, kill if you deserve to be killed, and die if you deserve to be killed."

Su Xuan sneered.

"Do you also think Wen Ruyu deserves to be killed?"

Yang Fengge raised his eyebrows.

"Ask me what I am doing, ask Yang Fenghua!"

Su Xuan snorted, turned and left.

Yang Fengge looked at it, with an inexplicable meaning flashing in his eyes.

But soon.

Yang Fengge held the sword in his hand.

"If one is upright and unethical, the human heart is like a ghost.

I want to see who is the devil tomorrow!"

Yang Fengge snorted coldly, his eyes as sharp as swords.

...Ink Prison.

This is the place where Qixuan Sect imprisoned evil spirits.

It is an ancient picture scroll. In the Seventh Age, a strong person hid a space in the picture, and no one but the Spirit Emperor could escape.

now.

This ancient painting appeared in Qixuan Sect and was named the Ink Prison! Yang Fenghua entered this place.

In a separate cell.

A woman sits cross-legged.

She was wearing a somewhat worn scribe's robe, her body was a little thin, and her originally bright face was etched with ancient magic patterns, vaguely like a ferocious ancient cow from ancient times.

The woman's eyes were open, like two swaying demonic flames, infiltrating terror.

now.

She looked directly at Yang Fenghua.

"Are you going to kill me?"

She whispered, it was Wen Ruyu.

"No, let your life continue and shine with the brightest light."

Yang Fenghua smiled.

He somewhat admired the woman in front of him.

certainly.

Contempt more.

Because the woman in front of him looked exactly like some old pedants that he found very unpleasant.

"The most brilliant time of my life was when I became a master."

Wen Ruyu said softly.

"This wife of yours is incompetent for her job."

Yang Fenghua chuckled.

"Master Yang, please be sure to pass on the three emperor scrolls I restored.

There are many ghosts in the world, but the aura is always there."

Warm as jade.

"Haoran is the most pedantic."

Yang Fenghua sneered.

"Maybe."

Wen Ruyu smiled, looking relaxed.

"You can still laugh?"

Yang Fenghua's eyes were unhappy.

"I'm going to die after all."

"When I look at you, you are also afraid of death."

Yang Fenghua said coldly.

"indeed."

Wen Ruyu nodded: "If you can live, who wants to die?"

She looked at Yang Fenghua, and even though her eyes were flashing with demonic flames, they were still a little clear.

"Master Yang, please do me a favor."

Wen Ruyu suddenly said.

"What's the matter?"

Yang Fenghua frowned, "I'm waiting for someone, but it's a pity that there is no hope in this life.

If you see him, I hope you can tell him that I, Wen Ruyu, may not understand, but I have no regrets."

Wen Ruyu said softly.

"who?"

Yang Fenghua's eyes turned cold.

"When you meet him, you will naturally understand him."

Wen Ruyu smiled.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Yang Fenghua shouted coldly, put away Wen Ruyu with a flick of his sleeves, and strode out of the ink prison.

On Chunyang Peak.

Yang Fenghua appears.

There was another person beside him.

The Saint of Wild Thunder.

"Bring it?"

he asked calmly.

"Brought it."

Yang Fenghua casually threw a bead to the Holy Wild Thunder, which contained Wen Ruyu.

The Saint of Huang Lei took it, and a three-inch long, black snake with three heads spilled out from Huang Lei's fingertips and wrapped around the beads.

"Is this the saint?"

Yang Fenghua was curious.

"The devil's thoughts are in the sky, and the three emperors become saints.

From now on, you can call her the Holy Demon Night."

The Saint of Wild Thunder spoke calmly, the beads in his hands were dyed black, and there were many snake shadows.

...extremely far away.

Su Xuan looked at it coldly and felt a familiar demonic thought.

"Under immortality, all living beings are greedy.

So what with the spiritual saint, so what with the demon saint, living like a running dog."

Su Xuan whispered, held the knife and left.

soon.

Su Xuan came to the ink prison.

He carried the long knife on his shoulder.

There was a door in front of him, which was the entrance to the ink prison.

The majestic scroll unfolded from a height of a hundred feet, lifelike and like a fairyland on earth.

Two disciples guard the door.

They talked freely.

"Haha, that Wen Ruyu one is quite beautiful, but it's a pity that the palace masters don't know how to show mercy to her, so they will behead her tomorrow."

One disciple chuckled.

"Whoever says it's not the case will marry me as my wife.

So what if she is a demon, she is a beautiful girl after all."

Another disciple also laughed.

"Don't tell me, there are some pretty girls in the ink prison, they're so sexy."

"When we go on duty one day, we might have a chance to have fun..." The two of them laughed obscenely.

At this time.

Su Xuan walked closer.

"Who is coming!"

The two of them stopped drinking and did not know Su Xuan.

"Want to go in?"

Su Xuan raised his head and grinned.

"Um?"

The two of them frowned and their eyes turned evil.

To be able to guard the ink prison, his strength is naturally not weak, and he has reached the first level of spiritual master.

"Who is it?"

The two shouted loudly.

But the next moment.

The light of the knife passed by.

The two of them felt that the world was spinning for a while, and then there was no life left.

"As you wish."

Su Xuan chopped off both heads with a knife, and then kicked him into the ink prison.

Then.

In the palm of his right hand, the Imperial Soldier Taihei Bell Tower appeared and was thrown into the ink prison by him.

"Sealing the spirit, swallowing the soul.

Cover the sky, cover the sun.

This time, the murderous intention is determined!"

Su Xuan turned around and walked away.

The sun rises and the moon sets.

The next day.

The Demon Slayer Platform was already crowded with people from all directions, and they started making noises.

They were waiting eagerly, with expressions of excitement on their faces.

"Wen Ruyu is also amazingly talented. In the past, she defeated many powerful men in the Book and Sword Alliance and became a master at a young age!"

"It's a pity that he fell into the devil's path, just like that old master!"

"This is a nest of snakes and rats!"

When everyone talks about it, they can't help but laugh at him.

soon.

The heads of the five great Xuan Sects are here.

They chatted and laughed happily, each surrounding the leader of the Qixuan Sect, and flattered him without showing any trace from time to time.

"The Holy Son is really a role model for the younger generation, and he will definitely become an emperor in the future!"

The master of Fengyu Pavilion smiled.

Next to the Supreme Son, the Master of Fengyu Pavilion and the Master of Taicang Pavilion were both there.

"The master of the pavilion is ridiculous. It is so difficult to become an emperor."

The Supreme Son smiled and said: "Besides, I was still very weak in the younger generation. For example, Fairy Yang Fengge Chunyang from Qixuan Sect and Master Zhan Mang are both beings who can fight against fifth-level spiritual masters!

"

"Haha, the Holy Son is quite humble.

We know that the Holy Son is accumulating foundation, and when he reaches the same level, he will naturally be invincible."

The owner of Tai Cang Tower caressed his beard.

The Supreme Holy Son smiled but said nothing more.

In his heart, he does have such confidence.

The Supreme Son looked at the storm with a smile, and his demeanor was as good as ever.

But soon, a hint of coldness flashed across his face.

"It is said that Xuanyuan Bailong has a close relationship with the Old Master of the Book and Sword Alliance. He even went to the Book and Sword Alliance to help him. I wonder if he will come this time?"

Someone was talking quietly.

"Hasn't he disappeared for several years? How could he come?"

"That's right, this is the Qixuan Sect, not the Treasure Refining Pavilion where he can be arrogant and domineering!"

"But to be honest, Xuanyuan Bailong back then was really so arrogant.

Suppress a generation."

"Indeed, it's a pity that it's in the past."

These sounds passed into the ears of the Supreme Holy Son.

"Xuanyuan Bailong."

The Supreme Son thought silently, thinking of the man who always had a trace of fear in his heart.

In this life, he has only failed once.

"Haha, Holy Son, this time Xuanyuan Bailong is coming, you can kill it by yourself!"

The master of Tai Cang House observed his words and complimented with a smile.

"I hope he dares to come."

The Supreme Son put his hands behind his hands and spoke calmly.

far away.

Su Xuan slowly came over with a knife.


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