My master is obedient and soft

Chapter 63

"Xianjun... what should we do now, shall we attack by force?"

asked a demon.

Zheqing looked at the enchantment quietly, and he could feel the shockingly surging magic power on the enchantment.

Attack?

It's just... It's impossible for Yangyang Immortal Realm to not even have a gatekeeper.Moreover, they have not seen a single person around the fairyland along the way.

Zheqing remembered that even when the fairy world was in decline, it shouldn't be so deserted.

It's a little strange, they have been here for so long, and no one has come in or out of the gate of the fairy world.

"Let's break the barrier first... something is wrong here." Zheqing said.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words were finished, there was a sudden joking voice, and at some point a figure appeared in front of them.

"Yo, so many people."

The figure gradually became clear, and finally a familiar face appeared.

Qing Li suddenly clenched the long sword in his hand, and he said bitterly to the person who suddenly appeared: "It's actually you!"

This person is the spirit pivot.

He still looked so lazy and leisurely, looking at everyone with his arms folded and the corners of his mouth slanted with a half-smile.

"You..." Qing Li's heart ached when she saw his face, it was this person who hurt his princess back then.He took a step forward and was about to draw out his long sword to kill.

Her arm was grabbed violently, Qingli turned her head and saw Li Ye shook her head at him, he said: "Don't be impulsive, this person is the most scheming."

Qing Li gritted her teeth and slowly lowered her hand.

Lingshu turned his head, and when he saw Zheqing's attire, he unconsciously raised his eyebrows.

"Ah, Xianjun, long time no see."

Zheqing held the Fuwei sword in his hand, aiming the sword straight at him, but Lingshu laughed at him as if he wasn't afraid at all, and said while laughing: "If you don't meet, you're just shouting and killing, we can be considered old friends gone."

"Bah!" Li Ye spat: "Who is friends with people like you!"

The arc of the corner of Lingshu's mouth slowly came down, and he slowly raised his eyes to glance at the dark demons and the Beihai army in front of him, everyone was seriously preparing for battle.

He said softly: "Whether you are friends or not, your opponent today is me."

He showed his sword, and the sword was wrapped in a cloud of thick black smoke, covering his whole body in a gloomy atmosphere.

"This person..." someone whispered, "Why is he more like a demon than a demon?"

The spirit pivot slowly activated the power in the body, and the surging power continuously surged from the depths of the body, filling all the limbs and bones in an instant.

Before he came, he had already sucked the breath of the wraiths.

That breath can instantly help him increase his cultivation and improve his realm, but there is a time limit.

But holding back these people in front of them is almost enough.

Zheqing had deeply experienced the feeling of being tricked by a spirit pivot, and he didn't believe anything he said.

but……

Zheqing looked at him, and suddenly said: "Your brother Lingyin, he is in the Nightmare Realm now, don't you want to see him?"

Sure enough, when Lingyin was mentioned, Lingshu's body froze, but immediately he returned to normal, and he smiled lightly, "None of my business."

Zheqing frowned and said, "That's your biological brother."

"So what about my biological brother, he's not a blind trash now," Lingshu said with a smile, "Why is he so obsessed with obsession? Wouldn't it be good to just stay with me?"

Zheqing said angrily, "It's you who is obsessed with your mistakes!"

"Heh." Lingshu's smile gradually turned cold. As the black air on his sword became heavier and heavier, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of smoke. There was only a sound of "Zheng", and the sharp edge of the sword sharpened. Attack on everyone.

The crowd immediately surrounded him, drowning him in the crowd.

This is one enemy, but with so many people, Lingshu seems to be effortless.

Zheqing watched silently, without getting involved, he casually ordered a few magic generals: "You guys, focus on breaking the barrier with me."

He ordered: "Others, capture him alive!"

Everyone was fighting together, the clashing sound of swords, guns, swords and halberds was particularly ear-piercing, and they could distinguish each other for a while.

Cold sweat oozes from Zheqing's forehead. His cultivation base has been damaged, but breaking the barrier is even more difficult now, and the demon generals around him are also staggering from exhaustion.

"Hmm..." Not long after, he snorted, and blood oozes from the corner of his mouth.

No... still no.

And after such a long time, the Demon Race and the Spirit Pivot are still able to draw!Zheqing thought, how on earth did he do it!

At this time, suddenly a tall figure flashed in front of him, blocking Zheqing's sight all of a sudden.

In sight is a sword with red light, and above that are slender legs and Wen Yuan's familiar and handsome face.

Zheqing saw that it was Wen Yuan, and before he could say "A Yuan", the corner of his mouth suddenly smiled when he saw him, before Wen Yuan's Chixiao sword was pressed against his neck in the next second.

Only then did Zheqing suddenly realize that Wen Yuan didn't know herself again.

Everyone in the Demon Race also discovered the situation here, and they shouted: "Honorable Lord! Look quickly, it is the Honorable Lord who is here!"

Wen Yuan remained motionless.

"My lord, what's wrong with you, my lord, come and help us kill this obstructive thing!"

"Hahahahaha," Lingshu saw that Wen Yuan was coming, and laughed even louder. Even if he used sorcery to improve his cultivation level, he could not defeat the siege of so many people, and he was already injured, but he laughed abnormally Frenzied: "The Demon Lord is here! You guys are going to die this time hahahaha!"

Zheqing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly stood up straight, looked at Wen Yuan standing in front of him, he still maintained the movement of holding the sword against his neck, but did not move.

Lingshu shouted: "Why are you still hesitating? Kill him, kill Zheqing!"

"Ah Yuan..." Zheqing's lips trembled, bloodshot eyes still stained his white teeth, "You don't recognize me again?"

The next moment, Wen Yuan moved, just like Zheqing followed him to the mortal world that night, Wen Yuan turned his sword against him again.

Between the sparks of the calcium carbide, before Zheqing had time to think, the Fuwei sword had completely blocked Wen Yuan's attack.

The master and apprentice meet again in battle.

Wen Yuan used almost all his strength in every attack, and the friction sound of sword blades was very harsh. Zheqing still only defended but not attacked. He is not Wen Yuan, he is rational, no matter what the situation is, let him face Wen Yuan. With the sword, he couldn't even do it, except for the day when he fell to the immortal platform 300 years ago, which was the only exception he made.

Zheqing and Wen Yuan are entangled here, while Lingshu is gradually losing ground and showing signs of decline, but he still holds on.

Without him is the death order that Tan Shu gave him before.

A quarter of an hour ago, Lingshu and Tanshu were in his Yingxu Palace. Tanshu specially called him to his eyes, and said to him: "Go outside and have a look, block them, at least for an hour."

At that time, Lingshu didn't know what happened, so he was called over in a daze, and asked suspiciously, "Your Majesty?"

Tan Shu said: "I didn't expect Zheqing to react so quickly, and to lead an army to call in such a short time."

Lingshu frowned: "What?"

Tan Shu nodded, and took a look at him. With this glance, he knew what Tan Shu was thinking by relying on Lingshu who had been his lackey for many years.

Tan Shu said: "You go outside the barrier to resist the army, and the furnace will be ready in an hour. After refining the wraiths, the deity will go out and deal with them."

Tan Shu had told Lingshu about his purpose before, and Lingshu had always seemed to be loyal to him sincerely, but this time, he was rarely hesitant.

Lingshu said: "My lord...does it have to be like this?"

A cold light flashed in Tan Shu's eyes, and he swung him out with his hands, causing the coffin to vomit blood.

Tan Shu said coldly: "If you are told to do it, you can do it!"

"Yes, yes..." Lingshu supported the wall and slowly got up.

"By the way, there are no troops lent to you, and you are alone. Wen Yuan can't do it now either."

Lingshu cupped his hands at him and said, "Yes, Your Majesty, Lingshu understands."

Of course he understood why Venerable Tanshu didn't lend him troops, because now, there were not many people left in the fairy world.

He sighed and left Yingxu Palace, looking at the desolate and sparsely populated fairyland, he couldn't help but suddenly feel a little emotional.

...For the melting pot, to recast Ling Xiao's soul, and to unify the Three Realms, too many people have already been sacrificed.

But without hesitation, he went straight to the place where the wraiths were imprisoned, continuously drawing strength from those dead souls, and improving his cultivation for a short time.

Wen Yuan stabbed at him with a sword, but Zheqing was able to resist it, and was forced by the powerful mana to take several steps back, before finally slowly standing still.

He consumed too much. If Wen Yuan is restrained here, there will be more demons on the other side of the barrier to break through the barrier.

Zheqing forbids others to confront Wen Yuan.

He competed with him one-on-one, even though he was at the end of his strength, even if he could hardly stand upright, he didn't let others come forward.

Because of Wen Yuan's state, he has experienced it before, he doesn't know people at all, and the Demon Lord's ability is so high, his cultivation base is so advanced that anyone who falls under his sword will die.

Zheqing always has a glimmer of hope...he doesn't remember others but remembers him.

With a sound of "bang", Fu Weijian took off his hand, flew straight out and stuck it on the ground. The next moment, the icy edge of the sword drew a long and thin scar on Zheqing's neck.

Wen Yuan stood in front of him, clinging to the Scarlet Heaven Sword, with an expression of certainty, he raised the corners of his lips, and said slowly: "You lost."

Zheqing was in a daze for a moment, and he suddenly remembered that when he met Wen Yuan again, it was on the battlefield of the battle between immortals and demons. confrontation.

At that time, Wen Yuan was also like now, picking his sword, forcing him to bend his knees, and surrender in front of him.

That's what he said back then—"You lost."

The past suddenly reappeared, and the pictures overlapped, but Zheqing didn't feel sad, instead he was a little happy.

"A Yuan... You, do you remember?" Zheqing himself didn't notice how hopeful his voice was.

But Wen Yuan in front of him looked straight at him with scarlet eyes, but there was no trace of warmth in his eyes.

Zheqing's heart sank to the bottom.

He was wrong.

The next second, slender fingers frivolously held his chin and lifted it up. Wen Yuan moved closer to him, but just about to say something, he frowned suddenly, and tried to wipe away the bloodshot wound on his neck with his thumb.

"A Yuan..." Zhe Qing tried to wake him up in a low voice.

Wen Yuan was not willing to kill him, which means there is still hope, and it is not in an irreversible situation.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Lingshu hurriedly roared at Wen Yuan: "What are you doing in a daze? Kill him now!"

Wen Yuan straightened his body slowly, pulled Zheqing up from the ground, he didn't even bother to give Lingshu a look, and said in a contemptuous tone: "What are you, I want to listen to you?"

Zheqing was taken aback, this familiar tone, familiar self-proclaimed...

The next thing is, Wen Yuan's actions confirmed Zheqing's conjecture.

The familiar and cold black iron chain came out of nowhere, once again wrapped around Zheqing's wrist, binding his hands tightly.

Zheqing was shocked and said: "Wen Yuan! You..."

"It's bound." Wen Yuan in front of him shook the chain in his hand triumphantly.

At this moment, seeing that the demons were about to break through the barrier, the barrier was fragile and shone with a faint light.

With a wave of Wen Yuan's hand, the barrier was strengthened again, even three points stronger than before, and everyone's efforts were in vain.

"My lord..." All the demons were dumbfounded.

Wen Yuan ignored them, he leaned into Zhe Qing's ear and said: "Master, after 300 years, I finally caught you with my own hands."

He bit Zhe Qing's earlobe, "What you owe me, I will get back from you one by one."

After he said so much, Zheqing finally understood that Wen Yuan's memory seemed to be messed up, and he thought it was the time when they had just met again after 300 years.

Wen Yuan grabbed the chain and forcibly took Zheqing into the Immortal Realm, and the gate of the Immortal Realm was slowly closed in front of a group of people.

There is only one thought in Zheqing's mind... It's over, the child is stupid.