sinovels Chapter 67 Blame the Demon Lord for Being Too Beautiful
Chapter 67 Blame the Demon Lord for Being Too Beautiful
The young Mu Jing was gone forever, and Gu Yanqi didn't care about him. Early the next morning, he called several Yuanying elders in the sect to learn more about the affairs in the sect.
Gu Yanqi tapped on the table lightly, as if he was thinking about it, and several Yuanying elders shrank their heads, not daring to breathe.
The young suzerain's performance yesterday was really too appalling.
It's not that no one has thought about what will happen after Gu Yanqi takes control of Zhu Hua's contract. This young master who only cares about his body all day long may draw a large amount of their power without limit, and easily kill all those who refuse to obey him, messing up the entire clan. The door was panicked.
The sad thing is that the old suzerain is really too cunning. Even though they are dead, the whole sect can't find a way to terminate the contract. died before.
Everyone was looking forward to Gu Yanqi's death, so when Elder Ji Zhan proposed a plan to trick Gu Yanqi into returning to the ruins to die, everyone agreed unanimously.
The strong barrier in the ruins of Guixu did more or less weaken the impact of the contract. Taking advantage of that period of time, the real Liyou, who had the least dependence on the contract, left the sect to go to the Guixu mine. A new formation was built with the original mountain protection formation as the core.
They never wanted Gu Yanqi to come back.
But this person not only escaped from the Guixu ruins, broke through the Guixu mine vein, even broke a new formation right under their noses, and even ordered them to kneel down.
When dignity and life are in front of you at the same time, whether it is Jindan Daoist or Yuanying Patriarch, they all choose life.
Angry?
anger.
Do you want to kill Gu Yanqi?
miss you.
Can not kill.
Elder Yuanying raised his head slightly, and he saw the dark streamer shining in Gu Yanqi's bright eyes, those eyes seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.
He believed that the other party already knew that he wanted to kill him, but why the other party didn't move at all.
"Before noon, call all the disciples in the door to Yanyueping." Gu Yanqi glanced at the people in front of him lightly, his dark eyes seemed to have some kind of extremely terrifying magic power, which made people shudder, "I don't want anyone to be absent. "
"Yes."
The Yuanying elders put away their chaotic thoughts, bowed their heads respectfully, and were about to go out when they heard someone shouting outside.
"Yan Qi."
It was Mu Jing who came.
Gu Yanqi's indifferent, almost cruel face softened a little, he hinted that others should leave, and called Mu Jing in at the same time.
"I asked someone to look for you last night, but they couldn't find you. Why did you come to see me today?"
His hand swept across the tabletop slightly, and the jade slip automatically returned to the bookshelf, and then he turned to look at the boy.
"I heard..." The boy's face was a little difficult to distinguish, "Are you sick?"
Even in the most dangerous moment, Mu Jing never showed such emotions. He was always stingy in showing his weakness, only showing his sharp fangs and claws.
Gu Yanqi didn't take it seriously: "You'd better reorganize your language, I believe that no one likes to be told that they are sick."
The young man pursed his lips. He stood stiffly on the spot, as if resisting something, and finally squeezed out a word from his mouth.
"Your time is ten times faster than the average person?"
"Correct."
His casual attitude seemed to have angered the young boy, who shouted angrily, "How can you be so indifferent?"
"The lifespan of a Jindan stage monk is 200 years, ten times the speed of time, wouldn't you only live for 20 years!"
"20 years! You've now..."
The boy got stuck here, he didn't know the exact age of the man in front of him, so Gu Yanqi took it smoothly.
"20 is old."
He nodded the boy's forehead and said.
"I have lived to be 20 years old with my cultivation in the Foundation Establishment period, why are you worried about me who is still forming alchemy?"
Mu Jing pursed his lips tightly, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.
As an outsider, he couldn't fully understand the true face of the slave contract between Gu Yanqi and Yan Yuezong, but he was very keenly aware that the peony flower marks in the corners of the other party's eyes and the black spider webs on the Yanyue Zongmen's body must be The biggest reason why the other party has survived until now.
And for this reason, if he stays in Yanyue Sect all the time, no one will tell him, Gu Yanqi will not, let alone the demon cultivators.
He grabbed Gu Yanqi's wrist with his backhand and asked urgently.
"The reason? Why are you able to live until now?"
Gu Yanqi smiled and said nothing.
Mu Jing gritted her teeth: "I want to leave."
"I already told you a few days ago, it's not because I don't want you to leave, if you leave..."
"Yan Qi." The young Mu Jing's voice was a bit cold. He looked closely at Gu Yan Qi with an indistinguishable look in his eyes, "You are so smart, no matter what kind of problem it is, I can't stop you."
"If there is such a problem that even you can't solve, it must be because you don't want to solve it."
The atmosphere in the room suddenly cooled down, Gu Yanqi looked at Mu Jing, he was startled by the young man's attitude.
This young boy who was impetuous when they met for the first time, like a runaway master, has a calm temperament enough to think about more long-term things.
He pondered for a moment, and said, "I do have a way to send you out."
There was a golden light in Mu Jing's eyes.
"But if you go out, don't come back."
Mu Jing looked at him deeply, with a resolute look on his slightly green face.
"Yan Qi, there is no problem in the world that you can't solve, and there is no obstacle in the world that I can't break through."
"I will definitely come back here again, even you can't stop me."
The look of hesitation on his face finally turned into firmness.
The young man raised his head, his hand tightly grasped Gu Yanqi, and pulled him down.
Lips touched each other, and the shallow kiss broke at the touch.
"When I find a cure, I will definitely come back to you."
"Yan Qi, don't worry, I will definitely cure you."
Time and space are intertwined.
Gu Yanqi's eyes were a little dazed.
The smell of blood on the grassland and the musty smell of the dilapidated hotel seemed to surge up.
In front of his eyes, the young man's figure was constantly changing, and finally overlapped with the prince in fine clothes and the Taoist priest holding a talisman.
Mu Jing.
A sentence said once is quickly forgotten.
But if this sentence has been said countless times, even if you want to forget it, you will never forget it.
Mu Jing, you always say something unforgettable.
Thinking back to reality, Mu Jing was still standing in front of him, those wolf-like eyes staring at him closely with light golden pupils.
He didn't seem to be worried that Gu Yanqi would reject him at all.
And Gu Yanqi did not reject him.
"You go." He said, "No one will stop you."
Mu Jing pursed his lips, he took a deep look at Gu Yanqi, then turned and left the room.
Even when he left, he didn't hesitate at all.
The departure of the young Xianxiu did not cause any big disturbance in Yan Yuezong. Even if someone wanted to find trouble, they had to take Gu Yanqi into consideration.
In Yanyue Sect, no one dared to disobey Gu Yanqi's words.
Before noon, Yanyueping was already full of crowds.
As one of the three sects of Moxiu, Yanyue Sect not only has official disciples who have embarked on the road of cultivation, but also has a large number of outer disciples who are in the stage of Qi training.
When Gu Yanqi returned to the sect, the people standing on Yanyueping were at least high-level demon cultivators who established the foundation, but now, no matter what their cultivation level is, as long as they are monks who signed the Zhu Hua contract, they all stand on the ground. here.
Thousands of people looked up at Gu Yanqi on the high platform, just like a pack of wolves looked up at their master.
"Welcome to the Lord!"
Gu Yanqi looked down at them.
Disgust, hatred, resentment...
Familiar emotions surged again, but he smiled lightly.
"Just accept the false words."
There was silence in the audience, and the demon cultivators were worried. They were afraid that this master would be dissatisfied, so they would directly drain them.
It was a matter of life, and the backs of the demon cultivators bent again.
"We are loyal and have no second thoughts."
Gu Yanqi sat on his throne, and the jade was carefully inlaid on the exquisite carvings, making the throne shine.
But no matter how eye-catching the throne is, it cannot compare to the person sitting on it.
Gu Yanqi let out a shallow laugh, and the laughter circled over Yanyueping, as if full of sarcasm and ridicule, but no one dared to speak out.
"Before the parents passed away, they left an extremely precious gift to the deity, but the deity was too stupid at that time and did not make good use of this gift."
The laughter stopped, and he began to talk at a leisurely pace.
Everyone knew what he was talking about, and the dead silence permeated again.
"It was such a difficult period of time." Gu Yanqi said with a sigh, "My parents passed away, and I have no relatives, but with the name of a young suzerain, I have suffered all your cold eyes."
"But now the deity knows how precious this cold look is."
The corners of his lips curled up into a smile, but his eyes were as deep as an abyss of hell, making it hard to see anything clearly.
"If the deity does not have the gift from the parents, the deity would have died the first moment he sat in this position."
"I should be grateful, thank my parents for their wisdom, thank you for the preciousness of this gift, and also thank you for your stupidity."
"If it weren't for your stupidity, how would this deity find out the preciousness of this gift, and how would he advance to the golden core and secure the position of suzerain."
He stood up and walked forward.
"This deity is your master."
Gu Yanqi opened his hands, and the gorgeous clothes flew up with his movements, like a graceful and luxurious peony.
"Everyone standing here, you are the servants of this deity!"
"This deity can order you to live, or you can order you to die!"
"Everything about you is in the hands of this deity!"
"But you guys are trying to ride on the head of this deity."
Gu Yanqi's voice turned cold, he withdrew his hands and looked towards the audience.
The crowd was disturbed, and the fear of death took over all of their minds.
"When Ben Zunxin grasped this gift, he once thought that everyone who dared to ride on the head of this deity would have to pay the price!"
"The deity has even thought of how to punish them."
"Shave off their dantians, pick off their hands and feet, and let them live like bugs."
Panic spread.
The hatred in Moxiu's eyes was gradually filled with fear. They knew deeply that Gu Yanqi had the ability to do this, and he was likely to do it too.
No one would believe that the Demon Cultivator would be kind, not even the Demon Cultivator himself.
Are you going to die here?
People tried to fight desperately, but finally found that before killing each other, they would be killed by each other.
despair.
Countless emotions turned into despair, and despair spread wildly.
"But I am a benevolent person after all. Moreover, this huge Yanyue Sect is also a precious treasure left by my parents. How can I destroy it so easily."
"It's a pity that one of these people standing in front of this deity counts as one, and they are all useless."
"Fortunately, the deity is kind and has no intention of giving up on you."
Gu Yanqi's voice was like the only ray of light in the darkness.
The noise gradually subsided, and the demon cultivators stared at him intently, expecting every news from him.
As long as you can survive.
Gu Yanqi stretched out his hand.
The peony flower was printed in the corner of his eyes and bloomed rapidly, and the bright red color completely dyed the flower.
The scarlet evil spirit soared into the sky, crawling behind him like a prehistoric monster, gradually eroding the black and red magic power completely.
The dark red golden elixir was twirling in the dantian, and the devilish energy was gradually infected by the evil spirit. The evil spirit that everyone avoided completely occupied every inch of the meridians in Gu Yanqi's body.
Immediately afterwards, the evil spirit began to rush towards everyone at the end along the connection formed by the contract.
A black streamer lit up between the brows, and people looked at each other in panic, only to find that their faces, which should be in the other's pupils, were already covered with black cobwebs.
What is Gu Yanqi going to do?
Does he want to kill himself?
The spider web is still spreading, spreading from the head to the limbs, and people are like insects captured by the web, struggling in a daze.
A series of dark magic links gradually appeared.
Thin black silk threads were drawn from the eyebrows of thousands of people, all the way up, and connected to Gu Yanqi's palm.
The controller on the high platform closed his eyes.
He heard hundreds of voices, felt hundreds of emotions, and those thoughts were so messed up that they almost drove anyone who came into contact with them insane.
But Gu Yanqi didn't seem to be affected in the slightest.
The evil spirit flowed, and the dark red power spread from his palm, blooming from the very root of the black silk thread.
One inch, two inches, one meter, two meters...
The blood red color was like an explosion, and it began to spread crazily. The black magic energy link was quickly swallowed and replaced by the evil energy, and then invaded the body of every magician.
But evil spirit is different from spiritual power and magic power. It is a power that cannot be easily transferred to others. Even if these powers penetrate into every inch of meridians of others, they cannot easily change their essence.
Gu Yanqi suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes have completely turned blood red, and evil spirit rises behind him like a blood curtain. It is ferocious and roaring, like the most terrifying monster in the world!
"After October, something big will happen on this continent."
His voice was cold, but with an indescribable allure.
The demon cultivators looked at him blankly, with scarlet evil spirit floating faintly in their eyes.
"That will be the best time for Yan Yuezong to rise."
"This venerable wants to lead you to achieve grand feats, but unfortunately your strength is too weak to achieve what this lord wants."
The voice rumbled in the mind, shaking everyone's heart.
The evil spirits were circulating in the bodies of tens of thousands of people at the same time. Instead of weakening, they became stronger, as if they had absorbed something extremely nutritious and began to shrink back.
The color on the dark red blood thread deepened again, and the blood red color settled into black, just like ordinary magic energy.
But this is actually formed by the condensation of extremely strong evil spirits, and it is an existence that monks are afraid to avoid.
The terrifying evil spirit pulled the unknown existence in Moxiu's body, retreated quickly, followed the black link, and penetrated into Gu Yanqi's meridians.
A strange blush appeared on his fair face.
What was it that was taken away?
Everyone is panicked.
Before they knew it, they had fallen into the atmosphere created by Gu Yanqi, and they had no time to think of their own.
"Your sins, I will bear them!"
"The deity is responsible for your killing!"
"You only need to practice, what method, what method, the deity will not ask!"
"As long as ten months later, your cultivation base will meet the requirements of this deity!"
Gu Yanqi stared at everyone and sighed.
"If you can't reach it, all the chaotic power generated by the cultivation of tens of thousands of people will be infused into your body!"
There was a dazed look on the faces of the crowd, but then they noticed an abnormal change in the power in their bodies.
To be more precise, it is his own extremely clear magic energy and too smooth meridians.
It simply cannot exist.
Regardless of whether it is a fairy cultivator or a demon cultivator, evil spirits will inevitably be generated during the cultivation process, and even meditation practice cannot avoid killing animals.Once the evil spirit is generated, it will continue to accumulate, hindering the cultivation of the monks. If it accumulates too much, the thunder disaster will be more terrifying when passing through the catastrophe.This has produced many demon cultivators who suppress their own cultivation and are unwilling to break through.
With the help of Zhu Hua's contract, Gu Yanqi reversed a certain part of the contract, and all the evil spirits in Moxiu's body were swallowed by him.
In this way, all demon cultivators who bear Zhu Hua's contract will have no obstacles on their way to practice, and Gu Yanqi, who uses evil spirits as the foundation of his cultivation, can use the evil spirits of tens of thousands of people for his own use without any effort !
Based on the vast evil spirit he obtained on the battlefield during the first entrustment, and with the cultivation of tens of thousands of demons as the furnace, he finally opened up his own path on this comprehension continent!
Yanyueping was silent, and countless pairs of desperate eyes gradually brightened up, and those negative emotions were quickly replaced by emotions of excitement and greed.
Gu Yanqi opened his hands, his voice was like the whisper of a devil, full of fatal temptation.
"This deity will lead you to the peak together!"
When he dies, all the evil power will be completely returned to its creator, unless there is another person who takes over his Zhu Hua contract and bears the cruelest torture between heaven and earth instead of him.
After glancing at Elder Yuanying slightly from the corner of his eye, Gu Yanqi turned around suddenly, his robe drew an elegant arc in the air, and he left the high platform amidst the cheers of the crowd.
Shifang Pavilion, the main peak.
Xianle curled up, lingering on the fairy palace.
Looking up at the gorgeous towering building, Mu Jing frowned slightly.
This is the Shifang Pavilion, the first pavilion of Xianxiu.
Shifang Pavilion, known as the Holy Land of Immortal Cultivators, is a place looked up to by countless people, and its security is extremely strict. As soon as Mu Jing stood there, two streamers of light fell from the top of the mountain and stood in front of him.
Those were two foundation-building monks, their expressions were a little arrogant, and the moment they saw Mu Jing, their arrogance turned into respect.
"Master Uncle."
Mu Jing nodded, and soon a crane flew over, carrying him to the fairy palace on the top of the mountain.
There were many people in the Immortal Palace, and they were discussing something intensely. His arrival undoubtedly interrupted these conversations. Dozens of Jindan Daoist and Yuanying Patriarch looked at Mu Jing with complex expressions, with a hint of some disdain.
"Jing'er." Seeing Mu Jing, the pavilion master first smiled lovingly, but then his face showed surprise, "You have already advanced to Jindan?"
Everyone was surprised.
Others don't know, but they know that five months ago, the Pavilion Master of Shifang Pavilion, who never accepts disciples, brought back an ordinary boy from the mountain to take him as his disciple, and this boy was Mu Jing.
It took only five months for Mu Jing to get started, and he was full of calculations. He also only practiced for five months. How many monks are stuck at the peak of foundation establishment and difficult to advance, but it took only five months for Mu Jing to become a mortal. Promoted to a golden core stage monk!
What a terrifying talent this is, given time, will he be able to open the way to the upper realm?
The hall was silent until Mu Jing was seated, the pavilion master signaled Elder Jinding who had spoken before to continue.
Elder Jinding stabilized his mind and continued: "Pavilion master, if the Shifang Pavilion can win the first place in this grand event, we can take advantage of the opportunity to become the leader of the immortal cultivator, and then attack the demon cultivator to completely end this battle between immortals and demons." !"
He was talking about having fun, but was suddenly interrupted by Mu Jing.
"This is impossible."
Elder Jin Ding frowned slightly, "Uncle Mu, you started too late, and you still don't know the power of the battle between immortals and demons. At this time, the Yanyue Sect of the three Moxiu sects is weak, and it is a good time to attack—"
Before he finished speaking, he was swallowed back.
Mu Jing looked at him with an indistinguishable gaze, which was extremely fierce, like a hungry wolf.
"Yanyue Sect is one of the three sects of the Demon Sect. Its strength is strong. Even if it is weak at this time, it is by no means an opponent that can be underestimated."
"Moving Yan Yuezong at this moment is too hasty."
"I heard that Uncle Mu returned to Yanyue Sect together with Sect Master Yanyue, and then returned." Elder Jinding sneered slightly under his gentle face, "Could it be that Uncle Mu had some collusion with Sect Master Yanyue?"
The golden light flashed, and Mu Jing's Kong Ming sword was already on his neck.
"Elder Jinding, the thoughts in your heart are not buried that deep! Since I have personally been to the Yanyue Sect, I naturally know how powerful it is. If I say I can't move it, then I don't want to move it."
Sweat was dripping from the forehead of Elder Jinding, he was clearly the ancestor of Yuan Ying, but for some reason, he was afraid of the young man in front of him.
Even if the other party is only twenty years old, even if he only has a golden core cultivation base.
But that fear, like a rabbit facing a wolf, spread throughout his body almost irresistibly.
"Pavilion, Pavilion Master..."
He could only turn his head and ask Mu Jing's master, the master of the Shifang Pavilion, for help.
The pavilion master sat on the main seat, and there was no emotion in those old eyes.
"Jing'er is young and energetic, so I just need to be more forgiving."
Elder Jinding was still about to speak, but the pavilion master said again.
"Jing'er went too far this time, you can teach him a lesson, don't worry about my face."
The hall was silent.
People looked at Mu Jing and turned their eyes away.
No one wants to offend a genius who has been promoted to the golden core stage in five months, especially when there is a conniving elder behind this genius.
But Mu Jing is not someone to be fooled with.
The golden light suddenly appeared, and the sword light of Kong Ming's sword converged, and his powerful and unparalleled power filled every corner of the hall.
He is like a rising sun, full of vitality and hot temperature.
Over time, this power will surely grow to an astounding level, and it will surely bring the declining Shifang Pavilion to a new height!
"Uncle Mu, be safe and don't be impatient." Another Yuanying elder stood up, "Attacking Moxiu is a very important matter, and we need to discuss it carefully. It's just that the Yanyue Zongzong is empty. It's a good time. I really don't understand. Why did Uncle Mu want to stop..."
The golden light flickered in front of his eyes, Sen Leng pressed his neck, and the elder Yuan Ying suddenly found that Mu Jing's Kongming sword was gliding past his neck before slowly falling into the scabbard.
How did he do that!
This is simply not something a Golden Core cultivator can do.
Mu Jing walked over, looked at the Nascent Soul Elder, and said slowly, "Elder, Mu Jing's hand is slippery, are you okay?"
Those wolf-like eyes were full of vicious warnings.
Elder Yuan Ying was dumb, and spoke slowly after a while.
"No problem."