readease Chapter 17 Siege
Chapter 17 Siege
Most people who have never seen the real face of the Demon Lord are thinking, it’s no wonder why they have to wear a mask every day when they grow up like this. The few people who have seen it are wondering what kind of panacea can wipe away the magic lines for many years, only Xi Ling stared A pair of innocent and big eyes asked, "What shall we eat today?"
The big beauty's cold eyes swept over her.
"I remember that when you reach the Qi Refining Realm, you can live without food. Which floor are you at now?"
Xi Ling trembled, and argued in a low voice: "Just a little bit after refining, you can still eat..."
"If you use the energy of thinking about food on your cultivation, you will be able to surpass a lot in a few days." Nan Feng said lightly, "Wu Du, let me keep an eye on him. When will his cultivation level increase, and when will he want to eat again?" thing."
Xiling was struck by lightning.
Such cruel words uttered by a stunning beauty are more lethal than any words spoken by the Demon Lord before.However, Shen Quehan wasn't there, he didn't dare to confront Nanfeng, he could only cry and be wronged, Wudu couldn't help but smile and said, "I obey."
Nan Feng was unmoved by his crying, raised his hand and said, "It's all gone."
The demon cultivators hurriedly put their arms around Xi Ling and went to comfort him. Wu Du was quite conscientious, so he waited for a while until everyone had dispersed before looking at his face and asking carefully: "Your Majesty, Mr. Shen Is everything okay over there?"
"It's all right." Nanfeng replied subconsciously, paused, and then added hesitantly, "It should be... all right?"
Wu Duxin said, are you asking me?What does it mean to be okay? Is there something wrong or nothing?
"Does that mean we need to send two people to Huifengxuan?" Wu Du tentatively asked, "Or does Your Majesty have other arrangements?"
"No need to send someone." Nanfeng said in a deep voice, "Just like now, don't bother him. I'm in the glazed pagoda these few days, you pay more attention, if he has any orders, just follow them."
"This..." Wu Du became more and more confused. After thinking for a long time, he finally asked fearfully, "You are not at odds with Mr. Shen, are you?"
"..."
Nan Feng walked away with a flick of his sleeve: "We are fine, don't curse me. Let's go."
Wu Du shut his mouth and nodded, watching his back disappear into the void, thinking that it was Mozun who annoyed Mr. Shen and was kicked out, but Mr. Shen didn't forgive him for his face's sake, what a hard-hearted man man.
In Huifengxuan, Shen Quehan adjusted his breath and slowly opened his eyes. He had to admit that the saying "Hero Tomb of Gentle Township" was indeed true. Without the south wind swaying in front of his eyes, his cultivation progress could be said to be Thousands of miles a day.
But... he has not only practiced in his life.
He walked to the window and opened half of the window outwards. The cold wind poured into the window, and the snow powder shone like flowing gold in the sunlight. In the broken light of Qiongyao all over the ground, three little snowmen with round heads and round brains stood upright. Stand in a row on the windowsill.
When the eyes met, before he even knew it, he was smiling involuntarily.
A cultivator puts his spiritual consciousness outside, and the whole courtyard, every plant and tree is in his consciousness. These days, the south wind will come quietly every night. He sits in the courtyard for a while, pinches a snowman and puts it on the windowsill, and then quietly Walking slowly, it seems to be some kind of silent companionship, and also like some kind of tacit reminder.
Shen Quehan didn't drag him on purpose, the more he cherished it, the more prudent he was. What he was afraid of was that he would make a promise easily out of impulsiveness, let him down for nothing, and end up resenting each other in the future.
Of course, one cannot imagine that everything will go smoothly, but if there is only one thing in life that can be fulfilled, he hopes to share this luck with Nanfeng.
While he was in a trance for a while, the cold wind in the hall suddenly blew up, and there was an undetectable fluctuation in the air. Shen Quehan narrowed his eyes, turned his head slightly, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
Outside Songhua City, countless magic weapons were aimed at the black-clothed Demon Lord on the city wall, and the atmosphere was tense.Nearly a hundred monks lined up in a formation, among which the one in crimson was Nanming Pavilion, and the one in yellow with black belt was Qianzhongmen. The monks from these two sects accounted for the vast majority, surrounded by several people in the center, and it seemed that they were two An elder who is in charge of a sect.
Nan Feng stared at one of them, frowning slightly under the mask, and clenched his fingers tightly, fearing that if he couldn't hold back, he would hit the other person's face with spells.
The two sides faced each other across a barrier that rose from the ground. Wudu stood half a step behind Nanfeng, holding the handle of the knife, and asked loudly: "Songhua City, Nanming Pavilion and Qianzhong Gate have always been in harmony with each other. Why are you here today? Please explain clearly."
A Nanming Pavilion monk standing in the center yelled, "Shameless bastards! You kidnapped my son, extorted money from Nanming Pavilion, and even murdered halfway, yet dared to speak out loudly, saying 'the well never violates the river' , It’s simply too deceiving!”
As soon as this remark came out, the demons knew the identity of this person, it was Zhou Fengqi, the master of Nanming Pavilion.Nanfeng raised his hand, motioned for Wudu to back down, and said lightly, "He has been picked up by Nanming Pavilion, you can't see it yourself, and come to me to beat him up, is this the usual way of the decent sect of Xianmen?"
"First let the young master come here to make fun of it, and then the pavilion master came to make fun of it in person. The family education of Nanming Pavilion is really in the same line. It makes me and other heretics feel ashamed."
He spoke slowly, but everyone could hear the cold and contemptuous sarcasm.This Demon Lord is notoriously disdainful of Xianmen. Before coming here, many people thought that asking for a ransom and then killing people to vent their anger is something the Demon Race can do. It's unlucky to touch the disgusting method of washing hands for three days. It's not like the kind of person who would kill the monks of Xianmen for fun.
"A bunch of nonsense!" Zhou Fengqi said angrily, "The entire team sent to support them was ambushed and killed halfway as soon as they left the territory of Xuzhou. How dare you say that it has nothing to do with the demons, and you don't even know about it?!"
"'Being ambushed and killed'," Nanfeng chewed these words playfully, and sneered lightly, "The demons are not good at this. If you want to say who is the best at it, I'm afraid it's your fairy sect—isn't it right, fellow Daoist Zhuang? ?”
Zhuang Ruofu was called by his name unexpectedly, and he froze for a moment, then frowned and said: "The disciples of the Qianzhong Sect are also victims, please don't talk about it indiscriminately."
Nanfeng smiled shortly, and asked inexplicably: "Who is the victim? Are you here today to seek justice for Qian Zhongmen and that person?"
Zhuang Ruofu always felt that what he said was thorny inside and out, as if he was especially aimed at himself, but in front of so many people from the two factions, he couldn't quarrel with the Mozun, so he just said: "Yes, a female disciple of our sect, January I left the sect to go to Songhua City before, but I haven’t returned yet, so I came to Songhua City to find someone along with fellow Taoists of Nanming Pavilion.”
"It turns out that this is a hunt for people. I thought they were here to seek revenge." Nan Feng said, "Songhua City doesn't have any of your people. How about it? Can we leave?"
Zhuang Ruofu said: "There is no evidence for what you say..."
"You also know that what you say is unsubstantiated?" Nanfeng said coldly, "I think you are very skilled in framing and framing. Since you lost one person, you will encircle and suppress Songhua City. It happened that the dog that I raised yesterday Run away, how about I go and destroy the Qianzhong Gate tomorrow?"
Zhou Fengqi yelled angrily: "You're full of nonsense, and you dare to argue! Even if you've broken the sky, you will pay for my Nanming Pavilion disciple's life today!"
Before he finished speaking, a red light suddenly shot out from the formation. It was extremely fast and powerful, almost in the blink of an eye, it directly pierced through the barrier outside Songhua City, and flew towards Nanfeng's gate. And go!
In the blink of an eye, a gust of sword wind rolled over from behind Nan Feng, and the sword body slanted horizontally in the first moment, parrying this vicious and swift blow, and the figure in the next moment had rushed into the opposite formation, the violent sword aura engulfed Frost The snow-like killing intent condensed into a line, passed through the crowd with incomparable precision, and swept out the monk who secretly shot cold arrows.
First, there was a soft "chi" sound, and a pool of blood flowers drew a dazzling bright red half-circle in the air, followed by a "plop", and it was the man who fell heavily into the snow in the distance.
All this happened so fast, before the sneak attacking cultivator even had time to feel the horror and pain from the shock of being thrown away, the ghostly sword edge followed like a shadow, sticking to his neck and inserting/entering In the snow!
Everyone present was so shocked by the thunder sword that they could not regain their senses for a long time. The man in white who made the sword wore the same mask as the Demon Lord, and stepped on the monk's blood-stained chest, causing him to spurt out a mouthful of blood. Condescendingly, he drew out his long sword and patted his face with the cold tip of the sword threateningly: "The last person who made a move against him in front of me...has been dead for 100 years."
Although Nanfeng was far away, his spiritual consciousness followed him all the time, and he heard the truth of seeking truth from facts word by word. In the end, he couldn't hold back, and smiled softly under the mask.
Wu Du simply turned his face away, and had no eyes to look at.
Zhou Fengqi was stunned when the monk made a move. The situation in front of him was completely beyond his expectation. He stared at the monk in red who fell on the ground in surprise, while secretly heaving a sigh of relief in his heart.
No one ordered to do anything just now, and the blow would not really hurt the Demon Lord, but it would definitely enrage him completely.If the two sides fought like this regardless of the reason, not only would the death and injury of Nanming Pavilion be unpredictable, but it might even directly break the delicate balance between the immortals and demons over the years, causing an irreversible conflict.
Fortunately...someone caught up with this fatal mistake before Mozun made a move.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the man in white, only Zhuang Ruofu's serious eyes passed over that figure and landed on the bronze Kaiji Sword in his hand, his throat couldn't help but choke.
Shen Quehan didn't care who they were looking at, and directly asked, "I'm afraid that the two sides will not fight, but you are quite good at lighting a fire—who sent you to stir up trouble?"
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