"...Otherwise, how could she cherish the misery of sentient beings on the Ninth Heaven, and not fear the suffering of the immortal body passing through the Profound Sky Realm, and the lower realm would present "medicine" to save people and meet you?"

"To kill you, she is also asking her destiny."

"Heh! That's awe-inspiring." The Demon Sovereign said dismissively: "What if you ask for the destiny, you are relying on the emperor's inability to bear to hurt Xuan'er, so you sent her to the lower realm as an enemy to me, and killed the emperor and this blood maple forest! "

"Unfortunately, Dao is one foot high and the devil is one foot high. You can block the emperor’s feelings for Xuan'er. Wouldn’t the emperor use his own way to treat his body, betting you on this only little apprentice? Mind?"

Mo Qing's fingertips are distinct, slightly white, and tightly squeezed the buckwheat flower in his left hand, shaking a little because of the coldness: "So, before you disperse your soul, you buried a strand of demon soul in Xuan'er."

The demon emperor sighed: "Yes, this emperor is betting that you, the Heavenly Dao standing on the Nine Heavens, is so ruthless and desireless, that he will completely let his only disciple soul fly away for the sake of the world, and he will never be superborn... ...?"

"My emperor, I won the bet."

He was so complacent and triumphant.

Mo Qing sneered, shook his head and said: "Speaking of shamelessness and contempt, the deity is willing to bow down to the wind, saying that he loves, but making use of it everywhere..."

He glanced at Feng Nianchu, the demonized person had become unconscious, like a walking corpse who could only fight on orders, a chill flashed in the eyes of Mo Qing, and said: "You know that Nianchu is the most in this world. Important relatives, you can hurt him so much."

"How did the emperor hurt him?" the demon emperor said confidently: "Xuan'er wanted to restore his spiritual veins, and the emperor helped him. Xuan'er wanted him to regain his health, and the emperor did it... just by means of a method. It's different from the way..."

Mo Qing is really too lazy to bother with him. This person's thinking logic has been demonized and tends to be abnormal. He can hide his devilish energy in Xuan'er, so how can he care about Feng Nianchu?

Originally, Mo Qing wanted to take Feng Nianchu back to Jiuzhongdian.

But he has been demonized and unconscious.

The immortal energy of the holy realm was enough to bite him back. Moreover, looking at his appearance, he had already obeyed the orders of the Demon Sovereign, and would never leave him willingly.

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This matter needs to be discussed in the long term.

Mo Qing flung his sleeves, turned and left.

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Jiuzhongdian.

Feng Ruchu was trapped in the Huaping by the barrier of strange feelings, unable to move.

In the hall, a scent of flowers passed.

The enchantment at his feet spread, and the figure of Mo Qing floated at the door.

Feng Ruchu rushed up quickly, but in a hurry, he almost didn't get into the feeling of striding towards him.

Fortunately, Mo Qing quickly held her shoulders with his eyesight, so that she didn't stagger over.

"How about? Nianchu? Is he in Xuefenglin? Did the demons kidnap him? Did you see him? Did he get hurt?" Feng Ruchu poured a hundred thousand beans as soon as he spoke. Question mark.

"He was in the Xuefenglin, and the deity also saw him, he..." Mo Qing paused for a few seconds before saying: "There is nothing serious for the time being."

Hearing this, Feng Ruchu breathed a sigh of relief, stood on tiptoe behind Mo Qing and looked around for a while, before he was filled with doubts and said, "What about the other person? Why didn't you bring him back? ?"

Mo Qing moved his lips, but did not answer immediately.

Feng Ruchu frowned, "You can't beat the Demon Emperor? Can't you go back to Nianchu?"

Mo Qing did not hesitate, and answered without hesitation: "How is it possible."