Night, Lilan Realm.

The leader of Liuguang Sword Sect endured the dull pain in his chest and looked at the increasingly intense demonic energy in the sky.

He didn't know why the people in the demon world suddenly became so powerful, and where did the masked man named Resurrection come from.

He only knew that tomorrow he would go to the new Demon Lord to represent the remaining sects.

If this matter is accomplished, he will become a shame for the righteous monks in the Lilan Realm. If this matter is defeated, he will become an eternal sinner in the Lilan Realm.

Should I flatter the Demon Lord with a face and give me a brief peace, or should I retain the pride of a monk and let the war continue. This multiple-choice question is simple.

Only at this time will the sect leader feel regretful. If it were not himself who sat in this position, but Sang Zheng, who was favored by the former sect leader, perhaps he would not have had to worry about it so much today.

The sect leader sighed again. He was about to turn around and go back to rest, but he felt a terrible aura approaching.

He suddenly turned around and under the full moon was a black shadow.

"A monk from the righteous path? Want to have a peace talk?"

The visitor was wearing a cloak and a mask, covering his face tightly, and even pretending to be a bit vague.

But for some reason, the sect leader felt that the person in front of him was somewhat familiar with him.

"Yes, I came here this time for all the righteous monks in the Lilan world. I hope the Demon Lord will give up his hands and agree to a truce." The sect leader clenched his fists silently, refusing to show his timid appearance.

He stared at the person in front of him, even though the momentum on the other party made him unable to help but want to tremble.

"Natural." After a long silence, Resurrection spoke, "The devil and human cultivation will never be able to quit. In one month, I will step on the Liuguang Sword Sect!"

After saying that, a black fog suddenly wrapped around, wrapping up Resurrection, and instantly left the territory of the righteous monk.

The sect leader flew forward suddenly, trying to stop the person, but was slapped by the other party.

The sternum, which had been injured by Sang Zheng, broke again, and the sect leader fell to the ground and vomited a mouthful of blood.

He looked at the dark sky in the distance unwillingly and fainted from powerlessness and despair.

...

The Hidden Moon Forest is very large, even bigger than everyone imagined.

After being banned from the air-resistance spell, the steps of the four people heading to the center of the forest became even more difficult.

After killing a group of monsters again, Sang Ying offered to rest for a while. If she continued to bury her head like this, it would probably be a solution. Sang Ying couldn't wait for that long.

After the team stopped, Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue gave a few simple instructions, and left alone and didn't know what to do.

Seeing this, Fu Shuangjiang lowered his head. After he was silent for a moment, he still came to Jiang Zhuoxue and asked the young man in front of him who seemed to be useless except for his face: "I wonder what the relationship between Daoist Jiang and Daoist Sang Ying?"

Jiang Zhuoxue listened to the other party's slightly close words "Sang Ying" and unconsciously licked the back teeth: "What's the relationship? Can't you tell it? Isn't it already obvious?"

Hearing this, Fu Shuangjiang's face suddenly looked much ugly: "You shouldn't have done this. Fellow Daoist Sang Ying is extremely talented and will definitely have greater achievements in the future. You shouldn't have tempted her like this!"

"Temptation?" Jiang Zhuoxue savored the word and suddenly realized that the man seemed to be saying nothing wrong.

A dull pain suddenly came from his fingertips, which was the feeling Sang Ying brought to him. Jiang Zhuoxue pinched his fingers and barely suppressed the strange pain.

"Why shouldn't I? You think I did something wrong, but what if she likes it?" Jiang Zhuoxue chuckled.

Fu Shuangjian didn't know what he thought of, and his face was not very bloody suddenly turned red: "Fellow Daoist Sang Ying is not a person who is greedy for beauty. Don't talk nonsense! It was clearly because you used tricks, and Fellow Daoist Sang Ying was young, so he was deceived by you!"

After seeing Sang Ying's sword technique, Fu Shuangjiang developed a good impression of Sang Ying. So even though Sang Ying's cultivation was not high enough, he still took the other party into the Hidden Moon Forest.

In the first few days, there were only the two of them in the forest. Even though they didn’t communicate much with Sang Ying, it was enough to make Fu Shuangjiang very happy.

But Jiang Zhuoxue and the others followed him.

Su Fuyun, who has been deliberately approaching him, is easy to pass. Only this kind of Jiang Zhuoxue, who is like a bottle, seems difficult to deal with.

In arguing that a good seedling of immortal cultivation could not be destroyed, Fu Shuangjian felt that he needed to interfere in the affairs of these two people.

But he seemed to underestimate Jiang Zhuoxue's face, and this person was even more difficult to deal with than he thought.

"You are a monk from the Xuanwu Realm, who is not close to Sang Ying, why do you come to meddle in our affairs? Do you also fall in love with Sang Ying?" Jiang Zhuoxue looked at the person through the white veil, and said with sarcasm.

Fu Shuangjiang's face suddenly turned red, and he hurriedly said, "Don't talk nonsense, I just don't want fellow Taoist Sang Ying to be delayed by you!"

After all, Jiang Zhuoxue is obviously not a serious person.

Jiang Zhuoxue sneered: "Is that so? That's good. After all, Sang Ying doesn't like a male cultivator like you. She always preaches people like her, just like a master, which makes people feel annoying."

In just a few words, Fu Shuangjiang's face turned pale after showing a thin redness.

He bit his lower lip and tried not to ask the question "What kind of person does she like?"

Jiang Zhuoxue, who was beside him, looked at his sudden change of face with pleasure, got up and went to find Sang Ying.

Su Fuyun, who followed, missed this scene. Although she couldn't hear what the two of them said, she also liked Jiang Zhuoxue's more beautiful face in her heart.

But facing the lost Fu Shuangjian, she still softened her voice and took the initiative to comfort her: "What's wrong with Senior Brother Fu? Are you feeling uncomfortable? If you encounter any troubles, you can tell me, and I will definitely help you."

Fu Shuangjian pushed away her hand and his expression became cold again: "Thank you, Saint Su, for your concern, I'm fine."

All Su Fuyun's care was blocked in one sentence.

When Sang Ying felt the things in the forest again, she saw the expressions of the three of them clearly hiding the matter.

As soon as Jiang Zhuoxue arrived, he held Sang Ying's hand and saw the wound that had not yet completely healed her fingertips.

But he was tactful and didn't ask.

On the contrary, Sang Ying said strangely: "What happened to you after I left? Why do you see the atmosphere a little weird?"

"No, you probably misread it." Jiang Zhuoxue smiled brightly at her.

Sang Ying didn't continue asking. Seeing that it was getting late, she pulled everyone to continue on the road.

But this time she knew clearly that they should go there.

The forest center's attraction to Sang Ying was intermittent, which made everyone almost lose their way several times.

Sang Ying took advantage of the skills she had just left to cut her fingertips and reconnected the sensing with the thing with a drop of blood.

At this moment, there was no longer a dense forest in front of her, but a red silk thread winding forward.

The thing that had called her for a long time was waiting for her at the end of the silk thread.


Chapter completed!