Chapter 497 Drawing big cakes for the demon master (Thanks to the boss Reyak Miyazawa)
Among the 100,000 mountains, there was a dead silence.
The world that should have been fresh and green has now been eroded by a horrifying red.
The stagnant red raindrops hang between the heaven and the earth, silently but endless depression, smearing this heaven and the earth into a sad and beautiful red.
On the ground, there were many corpses of monsters lying everywhere.
Qu Hongling floated quietly in the air.
A series of fine and red silk threads spread from her body, like a huge and invisible network, extending towards the void in all directions.
"It's over, this girl is starting to go crazy again."
Jiang Que’s little face turned pale.
Recalling the horrifying scene when Qu Hongling was crazy before, Jiang Que shivered and asked Ran Qingchen beside him, "What should I do if Sister Ran?"
Ran Qingchen frowned and said nothing.
At this moment, a charming and stunning figure appeared.
The long silver-white hair, like frost, was casually dispersed, and was tangled softly on the woman's graceful body, showing her charm in every move.
It's the demon master.
At this moment, she was holding a head in her hand that was still wide-eyed and had unwilling eyes.
It was the demon king before.
Looking at the demon clan over the past thousands of years, there have been many demon kings, demon kings, etc., but in front of the real powerful king, the demon master, he is not even qualified to carry his shoes.
"What else can I do? Just kill her."
The demon lord threw his head to the ground, gently teasing his long hair like snow, but his eyes stared at Qu Hongling, who was like an evil god coming to the world in the air.
A few traces of fear flashed in the woman's eyes: "I guessed that this girl was not simple, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful."
"If you dare to do it, I will definitely kill you!"
Ran Qingchen said coldly.
The demon lord rolled his eyes disdainfully, hugged his chest with his hands, glanced at Ran Qingchen, and couldn't help laughing:
"You really think I have the ability to kill the Red Demon? To put it bluntly, we will add up together and it is not enough for others to see it.
As for the current situation, I can only see what that guy Jiang Shouzhong has. If he has no choice, we can only wait to go to the underworld together. ”
Ran Qingchen pursed the corner of his lips and said lightly:
"If I could die with my husband, it would not be scary for me."
The demon lord shook his head, his delicate and picturesque face was filled with helplessness: "There are not many of you guys who are full of love and love."
"Don't talk about death at any time. We haven't even had a baby yet."
A familiar man's voice suddenly came.
"Jiang-husband!"
Jiang Que subconsciously shouted the three words "Jiang Shouzhong", and then suddenly realized his words. His eyes turned cleverly and he quickly changed his name to "Husband".
The girl saw Jiang Shouzhong and rushed over.
But before he could pounce on his arms, Jiang Shouzhong pressed his small head and pushed her aside.
The girl blinked her eyes pitifully and looked at Jiang Shouzhong, her eyes suddenly filled with resentment.
It's like a wronged child who hasn't gotten to ask for sugar.
The demon master felt the thick and majestic pressure on Jiang Shouzhong's body and couldn't help but sigh:
"I dare not even think about destroying the immortal. I didn't expect you to do it. The immortal should have a lot of treasures hidden, so give me some."
Jiang Shouzhong turned his head and smiled, "Do I know you very well?"
The demon choked and shouted in anger, "Jiang Shouzhong, if he is developed, he will turn against others, right?"
Jiang Shouzhong just smiled, ignored the other party, looked at Ran Qingchen, and asked, "Qingchen, did you and Hong'er get the opportunity at the time in Shura Palace?"
Ran Qingchen was slightly stunned, and then nodded:
"That's right, the Shura ancestor gave us two pearls, one containing the power of the scorching sun, and the other exudes the meaning of the dark moon, so he gave it to the Hongmei."
What Ran Qingchen said was when she and Qu Hongling became sworn sisters.
At that time, the two were trapped in Shura City.
After experiencing countless dangers together, the two developed a sisterhood.
Jiang Shouzhong's eyes were cast into the air, and the red lights were surging around his body, as if he would lose control at any time and fell on the edge of violence. He sighed and said to Ran Qingchen:
"Qingchen, I have to trouble you next. I plan to use Li Guanshi's method to absorb my Haotian divine fortune before and transfer part of the Red Rain Demon Power in Hong'er's body to you."
Ran Qingchen was stunned, a hint of flushed appeared on his fair white cheeks, and then he clicked his head: "Okay."
"Is it a dual cultivation?"
Jiang Que, who had his ears erected to eavesdrop, suddenly shone with his eyes and said quickly, "I can help too."
Jiang Shouzhong ignored her and continued to say to Ran Qingchen:
"However, the Red Rain Demon Power in Hong'er's body is extremely powerful. Even if you have the Shura body, you can't bear too much, so you still need to find a helper."
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Que immediately became energetic, "I, I, I..."
The little girl kept jumping in front of Jiang Shouzhong, wishing she could hang herself on him, desperately looking for a sense of existence with her most eager and lively look.
However, Jiang Shouzhong's eyes fell on the demon master.
At this moment, the demon master who was comfortably a melon-eating crowd noticed the look that the man was cast, and couldn't help but be confused.
She was stunned for a while before pointing at herself: "Ah? Me?"
"Yes." Jiang Shouzhong nodded.
The demon master seemed to have heard the most ridiculous thing in the world: "Jiang Shouzhong, don't you really think that all women in the world like you, do you want to practice dual cultivation with me? Who are you?"
The arrogant demon lord looked disdainful.
Jiang Shouzhong said, "I just want to talk to you about some conditions."
The demon squinted his charming eyes slightly.
Jiang Shouzhong smiled and said, "I know what you want, but with your current situation, even if you really get rid of the Water Moon Dream Mirror, how much can you recover?
Moreover, you have also seen the horror of the Red Rain Demon Power. I only need to divide you by 30% so that you can successfully cultivate the unique immortal spirit and become the true saint of the demon clan.
At that time, you can be an immortal or a demon. No one in the sky or in the earth will be your opponent except me.
How about you even break the void and go to other worlds? This deal should not suffer any losses. ”
Jiang Shouzhong threw out huge bargaining chips.
You used to draw pie for me, but now I draw pie for you.
Hearing the other party's words, the demon priest's eyes flashed a few times and fell into deep thought.
Jiang Shouzhong gently held Ran Qingchen's slender waist and rushed towards Qu Hongling, who was still in the center of the chaotic red fog in the air.
During this period, he threw a sentence towards the demon lord who was standing below and thinking in a daze: "If you think about it, come up. We only have forty-nine days."
As he said that, Jiang Shouzhong waved his arm.
A square is as crystal clear as a dreamy glass texture barrier, like a giant bubble suddenly emerging.
In the blink of an eye, it spread out layer by layer.
Quickly and tightly cover this area tightly to prevent outsiders from spying on it.
"I! There is still me! I can."
Jiang Que's little face turned red, and her feet were jumping like an ant on a hot pan.
But the response to her was silent.
Finally, the girl cursed angrily: "Die Jiang Shouzhong, I don't care about you anymore!"
"It seems to be quite cost-effective."
The demon master held his delicate and pointed chin with his jade hand and fell into struggle inside.
After thinking for a full hour, the demon lord gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly: "You can't miss such a good opportunity. At worst, you can think it was a bitten by a dog." The beautiful demon lord soared into the sky and entered the barrier.
At the same time, the hair wrapped around the body seemed to flow out like a silver waterfall, instantly revealing its flawless and graceful body.
——
At this moment, located at the border of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, a tea stall looks particularly eye-catching.
At the tea stall, the old man was sitting in front of the chessboard thinking alone.
On the quaint tea-boiling stove next to it was waving with a quiet white mist.
On the other side, the pretty little girl in the tea stall was lazily resting her elbow on the simple wooden table, holding her cheeks with her hands, and her cheeks were deformed like tender tofu supported by her hands.
"Becoming so powerful, there is no way to assassinate again."
The girl looked blankly at the blood-filled sky and sighed.
The old man who was flirting with his eyebrows and thinking about making plans to play chess, gently put down a dark piece that he had held for a long time, stretched out his hand and stroked his long beard under his chin, and smiled:
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"Hey, you don't cherish so many opportunities in the past."
The killer girl named Shen Yiyi rolled her eyes proudly, patted the dust on the hem of her skirt casually, and stood up and said, "Forget it, just think I'm broken. Anyway, I don't want to be a killer anymore, go home to farm."
"That's right."
The old man grinned, "Every girl's family, it's not good to fight and kill."
At this moment, a monk wearing an old dark red monk's robe walked up the winding path.
The monk was full of dust and was the holy Buddha of Tantric Buddhism.
"Amitabha..."
The Holy Buddha of Tantric Buddhism clasped his hands together and bowed, "Old man, little donor, don't be fine, we're meeting again."
"Hmph, if you don't have money to drink tea, just go away!"
The girl drove it away without hesitation.
The old man in the tea stall waved his hand gently, picked up the teapot that had been warmed up on the side, skillfully poured a cup of tea, with a kind smile hidden a little teasing, and looked at the Tantric Holy Buddha and asked:
"What, just appearing in such a dignified place, aren't you afraid that God will strike you with a thunder?"
The Tantric Holy Buddha smiled bitterly: "Alas, even the immortals have been destroyed now. What else can I fear?"
The old man in the tea stall looked dazed for a moment, and then he sighed: "Yes, all the immortals that are powerful in the world have disappeared. You said that without the immortals controlling the world, can ordinary people get better in the future?"
The Tantric Holy Buddha remained silent.
Just at this moment, a group of fleeing people came from a distance.
These people's clothes were worn out, mixed with men, women, young and old, and the wind and frost along the way were revealed on their faces.
In the crowd, a thin woman looked at the steaming tea on the tea table and rolled her dry throat unconsciously, her lips slightly chapped due to thirst.
She carried a bag wrapped in rags on her back and one arm tightly protected the hungry baby in her arms.
Out of timidity, she dared not step forward.
Seeing this, the old man from the tea stall greeted him and said, "Let's have a cup of tea."
When the refugees heard this, they rushed in.
But the thin woman staggered and was squeezed to the ground by the surging crowd.
The child holding his arms tightly also cried.
The Tantric Holy Buddha picked up the tea cup on his table, walked to the woman, supported the other person, and carefully handed the cup of tea to the mouth of the baby who was crying.
"Thank you, thank you."
The skinny woman hurriedly thanked.
The Tantric Holy Buddha was silent for a moment, but asked the same question as the owner of the tea stall: "If the immortals are gone, will ordinary people's lives be better?"
The skinny woman looked confused.
After a while, she said timidly: "It should be fine."
The Tantric Holy Buddha smiled.
At this moment, a beautiful and gentle voice came from behind:
"It will get better, but after all, we have to look at another sky. If that sky can support people, the people will naturally regard it as a god and as a support..." "
The Tantric Holy Buddha turned around.
At some point, there were three more outstanding women in the tea stall.
It was Ye Zhuchan, Luo Wanqing and Jiang Wan.
The fleeing people suddenly saw three fairies-like women, as if their souls were taken away, and they were completely stunned.
The Holy Buddha of Tantric Buddhism was already tired and vicissitudes of life, and he couldn't help but smile even more, and murmured with a bitter face:
"I expected that Jiang Shouzhong should have come, but I never expected that you would be..."
Luo Wanqing glanced at the direction of the 100,000 mountains and snorted coldly: "That guy is busy stealing fragrance now. How can he have time to save his brothers? He has to rely on us."
The Holy Buddha of Tantric Buddhism looked gloomy and couldn't help but sigh: "Every step is wrong, every step is wrong..."
He looked up at the sky, his eyes mixed with a strong unwillingness and deep confusion: "I can't figure it out, are the immortals really that weak? Is it really so vulnerable?"
Jiang Wan shook her head gently, her voice cold: "It's not that the immortal is too weak, but that boy is too strong."
The Holy Buddha of Tantric Buddhism was speechless.
Jiang Wan condensed an invisible sword energy and condensed in front of the Holy Buddha of Tantric Buddhism: "Don't you plan to resist?"
The Tantric Holy Buddha looked at her: "Do you think the little monk has hope of living?"
"No."
Jiang Wan shook her head.
There are few people in the world who can escape the encirclement of Ye Zhuchan, Jiang Wan and Luo Wanqing.
"So, that's it."
The Tantric Holy Buddha slowly closed his eyes.
Puff—
The sword energy passed through his throat.
At the same time, there were countless small sword energy that were as thin as hair, like rain in the sky.
In an instant, the body and spirit of the Tantric Holy Buddha were destroyed.
As the Tantric Holy Buddha died, two relics with bright and transparent shiny shiny floating quietly in front of everyone.
One of the relics is Zhang Yunwu.
And the other one is Buddha Mother.
"Can you be resurrected?"
Luo Wanqing asked with a frown.
Ye Zhuchan held the relics and nodded lightly: "Yes, with the soul gathering array, you can reshape your body and return to your position."
Luo Wanqing felt relieved.
She walked to the woman curled up in the corner of the tea stall, her beautiful eyes fell on the baby in the other person's arms, and said lightly: "Don't tell me, this is your child."
The woman raised her timid face, full of confusion.
Luo Wanqing sneered and murmured, "Why are you becoming more and more like a clown? What kind of evil did I suffer in my previous life? How could you have such a disgusting father like you?"
That's right, this woman is actually Luo Mingtang.
To be precise, it is Luo Mingtang’s true form after becoming a woman.
(This chapter ends)