"Let me welcome God!"

Lin Xingwan held her forehead with her hands in pain, and a hint of clarity flashed in her eyes in a trance.

Then Lin Xingwan knelt on the ground, and the long sword that fell beside her trembled slightly, and then flew beside her.

Lin Xingwan raised her hand and grasped the hilt of the sword, but did not look up, like a controlled puppet.

The Great God's Demon Servant sensed something, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he quietly took a few steps back.

Nangong Ye, completely unaware of the situation, took the oncoming sword power head-on.

Lin Xingwan leaned on the sword and slowly stood up. The blood bead between her eyebrows had turned into a bewitching red mole.

"Nangong Ye, as the leader of the Liuli Sect, you disregarded the reputation of the sect and, while cultivating the way of immortality, you actually joined forces with the remnants of the demon race." Lin Xingwan's cold eyes narrowed as she wiped the blood from her cheek. With a fierce look, she raised her sword, pointed at the two and said, "Those who harm their fellow practitioners should be reported to the Immortal Supervisor."

Nangong Ye shrugged nonchalantly and said with a smile: "Your good senior brother pinched the sect's vital pulse with his hand, why didn't he report this?"

"The Hengyuan Sect holds the power of the Acting Immortal Governor. They look so high and mighty, so majestic!"

Lin Xingwan frowned.

She didn't know what Song Liubai had done, but she silently believed in her heart that what Song Liubai did was definitely not a bad thing.

At this point, Lin Xingwan straightened her chest even more, raised her sword, and said as she tried to capture Nangong Ye: "The power of the Acting Immortal Governor should not be abused. The Liuli Sect lost the power of the Acting Immortal Governor more than ten years ago, which was their own fault!"

"Although there is no concrete evidence that the Young Sect Master has had any connection with the demon race in the Immortal Realm, the fact that the Young Sect Master of Liuli holds power but does nothing about it makes this a foregone conclusion."

"All of this is your own fault and you should bear the consequences."

As Lin Xingwan spoke, her voice became louder and the techniques in her hands became more disorganized.

This made Nangong Ye unable to respond for a moment, and he was pierced through the shoulder by the sword, and then fell to the side.

Nangong Ye pressed the wound on his shoulder hard, and the blood stopped immediately. He smiled grimly, looked up at the woman in front of him, and said sarcastically: "If it weren't for Song Liubai's pressure, how could I have joined forces with the demon tribe!!!"

"Haha, I think the Immortal Supervisor Office has been in cahoots with you guys for a long time, right?"

Lin Xingwan said coldly, "If you feel it's unfair and you have doubts, then report it to the Immortal Supervisor."

"It's too late." Nangong Ye raised his head and laughed, "Hahahaha, Great God Demon Servant, why don't you take action?"

The great demon servant who was standing aside and watching the show quietly was suddenly called by his name, but he still did not react and stared at the young man in front of him.

But when Song Liubai faced him, and was about to take a few steps forward, his arm was grabbed by the person behind him.

Xiao Cha frowned slightly and pulled his sleeve with one hand, but his eyes were fixed on his hand, with blood constantly flowing from his heart.

If I saw it correctly, the blood that was splashed onto Lin Xingwan's body would immediately awaken her consciousness.

Could it be...

Xiao Cha wanted to give it a try, so he raised his hand and touched the back of Song Liubai's ear with his blood-stained fingers.

"That person doesn't seem to be simple, be careful."

Song Liubai nodded.

However, the great demon servant did not take action under Nangong Ye's urging. He put away the flute in his hand, took off the hat on his head and threw it aside, revealing a face covered with snake scales.

The great demon servant clasped his hands together and nodded slightly.

Song Liubai looked at his hands and asked, "Why did you put away the flute?"

"You have an extraordinary destiny. If I touch you, I will only be punished by God. Besides, you must have someone else, so I dare not touch you." The great demon servant slowly moved his eyes, as if looking around, but he looked at Xiao Cha deeply, and then left quickly.

"If so, what is the purpose of the master coming down the mountain?"

"Search."

"What are you looking for?"

“Not an item.”

"Oh, but here?"

The great demon servant of the god stopped talking, and the sinister smile on the corner of his mouth made people imagine a lot.

Maybe he saw that the atmosphere was not right.

Nangong Ye has fallen to such a state, how could he let others turn against him and ruin his plans.

In a corner where no one noticed him, Nangong Ye slowly put his hand behind his back, and a jade stone appeared in the palm of his hand. It was covered with lines, and a closer look revealed that flowing light was flowing around a ball of fire.

“Crack—”

A crack was created in the stone.

These noises attracted the attention of those present.

But before they could react, they found that the ground they were standing on began to shake.

Xiao Cha leaned against the pillar behind him to steady himself. At this moment, he saw debris flying out of his fingertips. "This is..."

"Master Nangong is really cruel. Does he want to sacrifice all the people on the mountain?" Lin Xingwan swung her sword.

Nangong Ye turned and dodged, then stood up against the stool. He swept the loose hair on his forehead behind his ears, looked at the great demon servant beside him with great ease, and said with a cold smile: "Didn't you conclude that I can't become an immortal?"

Nangong Ye kicked the person who fainted beside him and said, "If these idiots pave the way for me, it will work."

His pupils reflected the still arrogant attitude of the Great God's Demon Servant. He did not see the reaction he wanted, and anger immediately ignited in his heart. As the sacrifice began, the spiritual power that was constantly expanding in his dantian became unstable.

"If you had survived this battle, why would you be obsessed with ascension?" The great god's demon servant smiled and put down his hand.

"So, will you help me or not?"

"The person I represent is the Great Demon God. Once a word is spoken, it cannot be taken back. I will never regret what I promised." A flute appeared in the hand of the Great Demon God's servant again, but the difference was that this flute was different from the previous one.

If the color of the base just now was yellow with white, then this one is yellow with black.

When Xiao Cha saw this scene, his heart suddenly jumped for some reason. The bone flute seemed to have a soul that appeared in front of his eyes for a moment, but when he blinked again, everything returned to normal.

The sound of the flute——

The melody is sad and desolate.

The people in the hall who were originally unconscious due to the control of the bone flute and fell in front of the wine table, all "woke up".

They turned their heads woodenly, with taxis flashing in their eyes, staring intently at the 'two uninvited guests' in front of them.

The great demon servant of the god looked at this scene, and the tune suddenly became very sharp.

Xiao Cha noticed that Song Liubai was no longer affected by the sound of the flute. He was suddenly filled with joy, as he had discovered a way to deal with this strange flute.

But later he realized something.

How can my own blood restrain the control of this flute?

Xiao Cha swallowed, his face pale because of the wound in his hand.

Although I am the protagonist of this book and have a pure yang body, is it really this pure yang body that can curb the root cause?

Think of this.

His head suddenly ached.

The pain stimulated Xiao Cha's head like an electric current, and then several images flashed through his mind quickly.

He wanted to capture and explore the truth of this matter, but something seemed to be stopping him. The dull pain in his head not only did not stop, but became more and more intense.

Until he gave up trying to find it.

Xiao Cha leaned against the pillar, breathing softly.

There was an emotion in his eyes that he had never seen before. It seemed that the system was hiding something from him, but by the time he realized this, it was already too late. Before he could even ask, the system had already been scrapped.

Xiao Cha suppressed the inexplicable panic in his heart. The sound of fighting in his ears reminded him that now was not the best time to pursue these things.

Can't fall behind.

With this thought in mind, Xiao Cha stumbled to the table, opened the lid of the wine bottle, clenched his fist, and squeezed blood into it.

Just like that, Xiao Cha prepared four drinks containing his blood.

Xiao Cha adjusted his direction and swung his hand towards the crowd chasing Song Liubai and Yan Meiqian.

He lifted the cap off the bottle, and with that throw, the wine spilled out, landing on the ground, the table, clothes, or exposed skin.

The great demon servant stopped playing the flute, and his green eyes emitted a strange light.

Xiao Cha touched the back of his neck and felt the hairs standing on end. Then, someone suddenly patted his shoulder lightly.

Xiao Cha turned his head, but there was no one around him. When he returned to his sight, a face covered with scales suddenly appeared in front of him.

For some reason, Xiao Cha was not frightened, but instead felt a sense of familiarity.

"You seem to have forgotten a lot."

"What a pity! The other gods don't get to see your innocence."

Simple, is this word suitable to describe me?

Xiao Cha's eyelids twitched. Since he was a child, he had always been the unfathomable person in the crowd who pretended to be a pig and was actually a tiger.

"I know what you're wondering."

"Let me tell you everything—"

The great demon servant's eyes were like torches, as devout as a believer. He slowly knelt in front of him and stretched out his hand, just to touch the hem of Xiao Cha's clothes.

"A you that no one knows."

The words fell.

Xiao Cha's consciousness seemed to be sucked away by something, and his vision suddenly went dark. Then he could only hear his own heartbeat and breathing.

Everything around me has become so slow.

Three breaths later, the image that had just flashed by appeared in his mind again. This time it was no longer a brief stay, but was bound to occupy his mind.

A deity that cannot be desecrated, sitting high on a platform, holding a lotus in hand; a warrior emerging from a sea of ​​blood, brandishing a sword; a proud young man in the streets; a Taoist priest pinching talismans, exorcising evil spirits...

These……

Could this be what the protagonist in the book experienced?

What surprised Xiao Cha was that he had never experienced those scenes before, and the people in each picture had a familiar face.

How could it be... it's all me?

Song Liubai glanced sideways.

The boy seemed to be frozen in place, his eyes motionless.

Song Liubai couldn't contain the anger in his tone. He threw away the talisman paper in his hand and nailed Nangong Ye to a pillar beside him.

Song Liubai's fingers trembled slightly as he pressed, "What did you do to him?"

The great demon servant of the god was still standing not far away.

The phantom that Xiao Cha saw just now was nothing more than an illusion created by the sound of the flute.

The great demon servant said meaningfully: "Solve puzzles for others and point out the way~"

"I should thank you for delivering it to me in front of my eyes as a young boy."

"Let me welcome God!"