Chapter 678 Sick disciples don’t blacken (82) 2200+ words

  Su Qinghuan couldn’t figure out Jun Jiuyou’s idea of ​​a snake-like disease.

   But anyway, if she were Jun Jiuyou, even if she couldn't look down on Hua Wanwan in her heart, Hua Wanwan was a demon saint after all, which meant the decent and dignity of the demon clan.

  Being such an insult to Hua Wanwan by others, as a Demon Venerable, he should naturally be shocked.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan reasoned again according to the general idea of ​​a big boss, her heart was tight, and she suddenly spoke to Jun Jiuyou.

  "Your Excellency, the saint is here now. With your abilities, it shouldn’t be difficult to expel the devilish spirit in Huawanwan’s heart, right?"

  "You ruined our righteous Tianyuan secret realm today, and the entrance will be permanently closed from now on, and we have injured your saintess. There is no need to argue between the youngest and the oldest at fault. How about we just clean up today?"

The meaning of Su Qinghuan couldn't be more obvious.

  They were only injured by Hua Wanwan alone.

  However, the Heavenly Origin Secret Realm is permanently closed, which is definitely a big loss for Righteous Path.

Although Jun Jiuyou is tough, it doesn't mean that there are no unborn elders in the right way, but those elders are busy practicing in retreat, and they don't care about vulgar things.

  If Jun Jiuyou really wants to wash this place in blood, then the younger generation of their righteous schools will almost all be damaged by this. Those elders who sit in the town will also inadvertently retreat, and want to go to the demon world to seek revenge.

   Jun Jiuyou, no matter how powerful he is, he should carefully weigh him.

  ……

  Jun Jiuyou casually lowered his eyes, his gaze swept over the little red mole on the right wrist when Su Qinghuan’s plain robe was raised.

  The little mole was obviously hidden under the sleeve of the shirt, very vague, but it suddenly attracted Jun Jiuyou's eyes.

  The red-haired Demon Venerable stared at Su Qinghuan’s wrist for a few seconds, but the sleeves never raised again.

  I don’t know why there is a trace of loss in the man’s heart.

  He recalled what Su Qinghuan had said before, and then looked at the White-clothed Immortal Venerable with a smile.

  " Fairy Su meant that if I put it back on the saint of my clan, today would it be regarded as both grievances and grievances?"

   "Exactly."

  Su Qinghuan nodded.

   Just when Su Qinghuan was nervous, she suddenly saw Jun Jiuyou suddenly burst into a dark black blood mist under his palm.

  "Your Excellency, you--"

  Fall, this guy doesn’t want to make peace, so what should he do!

  Su Qinghuan subconsciously poured spiritual power into the whip. Just as he was about to block it, who knew that the black blood mist under Jun Jiuyou’s palm was not coming towards them at all!

  The black blood mist turned a corner, and directly covered the Huawan Wan who was rolling on the ground!

  Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw this scene!

  ……

  And the Hua Wanwan, who had been described as miserable, was howling at this moment. The stern and sharp female voice was even more infiltrating than the evil ghost that crawled out of hell.

"what--"

   "Mozun! Didn't you come to save Wanwan?! You helped Wanwan kill that **** Liuli Xianzun! And the little apprentice who killed her!"

   "Ahhhh, Demon Lord! Why did you hurt the wrong person——"

  Hearing Hua Wanwan's wailing comparable to Li Gui, the red-haired Demon Lord glanced at her indifferently.

   "It's really noisy."

  The man’s words fell, and the blood mist that was originally covered by the flower string became stronger in an instant.

  A few more seconds later, that Hua Wanwan turned into a puddle just like the previous Elder Shen!

  ……

  Mist grass!

  Seeing this scene, the little fox who thought he was knowledgeable was also stunned.

  One of the harems of her little apprentice, so...deadly...dead? !

Hua Wanwan's previous wailing sound seemed to hover clearly in her ears, and Su Qinghuan couldn't help but swallowed in shock.

   "Tong'er, the people of the demons, are all such ghosts and beasts? The snake spirit becomes ill, and even kills its own people?"

  Just kill a little girl, but Hua Wanwan is also a demon saint!

  And in the original world line, excluding the nightmare of Yan Hanzhou’s blood sacrifice to the world, Hua Wanwan can be regarded as the last seeded player, OK!

   is dead now?

  It's still dead...it's hard to say.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan glared at Jun Jiuyou with some anger.

  "Your Excellency, are you trying to blame us righteous monks?"

  "A saint who is so useless, what is the difference between alive and dead?"

  Jun Jiuyou smiled faintly, his rare blood-red hair flew in the air, and his gestures were shocking.

  Su Qinghuan felt very uncomfortable by Jun Jiuyou's remarks that his life was like grass and mustard.

   "Tong'er, this snake spirit sick devil and my little apprentice are really the same kind of person? Everyone thinks who deserves to die. Killing is like cutting grass."

   "Hmm, host, so are you sympathizing with Hua Wanwan?"

   "Tong'er, what look in your eyes! Although Hua Wanwan deserved the crime, why shouldn't the person who started it be Jun Jiuyou?! The two of them have no grudges, this is too..."

  Su Qinghuan feels that it’s not at all uncomfortable to see people’s lives as ants.

  It was like she taught Yan Hanzhou, because Yan Hanzhou had been swayed by the original owner's harsh treatment, and she had never thought that Yan Hanzhou must be taught to be a good boy with great integrity.

  After all, all this is too difficult.

  But, at least, she hopes that Yan Hanzhou will be able to distinguish between love and hatred in the future, and be sharp and inverse, but not to harm the lives of innocent people. This is the bottom line.

  ……

  Su Qinghuan couldn't say a word in his heart, and the red-haired Demon Venerable stared at Su Qinghuan's subtle hostile eyes, and he raised his eyebrows.

   "Why, if I remember correctly, Hua Wanwan hurt Fairy Su before, right? Now that the monarch killed her, Fairy Su still feels uncomfortable?"

  "……"

  He knows all this.

  Su Qinghuan was even more speechless in her heart.

  At this moment, Jun Jiuyou came forward suddenly.

  The man’s ghostly steps surprised Su Qinghuan, but it was just a short effort, and the long and sturdy figure of Demon Lord appeared in front of her in a blink of an eye.

  The oppressive feeling of being watched by the other side became stronger in an instant, and Su Qinghuan subconsciously wanted to take a step back.

  However, Jun Jiuyou just curled his lips and smiled. He set up an invisible barrier. Only then did Su Qinghuan realize that he could not retreat!

  "This seat is Jiuyou, the supreme monarch of the demon clan, can Fairy Su remember it?"

  Hearing the man’s way of reporting his family, Su Qinghuan almost had the illusion of being molested by the other party.

  "……"

  It shouldn’t. According to the original world line, isn’t Jun Jiuyou interested in the beauty of the original body at all?

  Is she amorous again?

  But Jun Jiuyou suddenly used actions to tell Su Qinghuan that what he thought was not false, because Jun Jiuyou suddenly grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at herself.

  "Your Excellency!"

  Su Qinghuan glared instantly.

  "Self-respect? Why does this seat need to be self-respect?"

  And Jun Jiuyou still looks like Yan Xiao Yan Yan.

  "My saint is here today, of course you have to make up for us."

   "This seat is not the kind of unreasonable person who makes trouble. Since Fairy Su's words and deeds fit the taste of this seat, why not just let me go to the Demon Realm."

  "……"

  Mist grass? !

  This miraculous development was unexpected by Su Qinghuan.

  But Hua Wanwan obviously killed Jun Jiuyou himself, so there is no reason why she should be a substitute!

  This man is too arrogant!

  Other righteous cultivators saw Jun Jiuyou's actions, and they dared not say anything.

   Seeing the moment when Su Qinghuan was about to be taken away, suddenly, the mighty thunder and catastrophes scattered from the horizon, a burst of colorful light turned out, and even auspicious birds screamed!

  Su Qinghuan couldn't worry about struggling anymore, her eyes shone brightly.

   "Yan Hanzhou... he succeeded in crossing the robbery."

  The youngest Nascent Soul monk in Canglan Continent is about to be born? !

  (End of this chapter)