rescue

Although he said so, the flower demon knew in his heart that if he continued to walk in the demon world, what happened today would definitely happen again, and then there would be no one to save him.

She was trying to protect herself in a subtle way.

As a flower fairy, growing flowers is easy for it.

It raised its little face and pointed at the pot of roses behind it: "This is the most precious transaction item that the Demon Lord has ever received, but do you know what this pot of roses was exchanged for?"

"It's a medicinal herb that only grows every 170,000 years on Xunyan Peak."

His eyes fell on the rose behind Qiali, and Wanqi Si's pupils trembled.

This is a magical flower from the fairyland.

The three words Xun Yanfeng quickly brought back his memories.

At that time, he had just become Qi Shouchu's disciple and was still young. When he came to the mortal world to gain experience, he was framed by the demon tribe and was poisoned. Even Qi Shouchu could not help him.

But he hadn't yet avenged his parents, so he couldn't die like this.

So he searched through the Taiyan Sect's library until he found a way that might save his life.

The book records that on Xunyan Peak in the Demon Realm, there is a medicinal herb that can save people. It is called Resurrection Grass. Only one Resurrection Grass will grow every 170,000 years.

In order to save his life, he had no choice but to take a gamble and go to the demon territory alone.

Affected by the evil spirit, Xun Yanfeng could not meet him. He had no choice but to put away his sword and climb up the volcano honestly.

The closer he got to the mountain, the hotter it got. His palms were burned, but there was nothing he could do except wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He used his spiritual power to protect his body and resist the rolling heat waves.

However, his spiritual power repelled the demonic energy of Xunyan Peak, and several times when he climbed to a high place, he was thrown back to the bottom of the mountain.

But he did not give up. Every time he fell to the bottom of the mountain, he gritted his teeth and continued to climb up.

When he reached the top of the mountain, he was covered in dust and looked like a miserable stray dog.

He was sweating profusely and had large burn marks on his body.

The resurrection grass is right in the center of the magma under Xunyan Peak.

He was young and his cultivation was not very high. If he jumped into the lava like this, he might not be able to get the herbs, nor might he come out alive.

But without this herb, he would still die when the poison took effect.

He gritted his teeth, mobilized all his spiritual power to protect himself, and leaped into the magma.

Fortunately, he got the herb as he wished.

Unfortunately, he could no longer hold on. If his spiritual power dissipated, the surging magma would instantly swallow him up.

So hot.

Just before he lost consciousness, he saw a young girl reaching out her hand to him.

…

He was awakened by the heat.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself still in Xunyan Peak.

The girl sitting nearby looked at him with interest, but he clearly didn't know her.

She said, "The little fairy jumped into the lava without saying a word. What happened to him?"

He ignored it and looked at his hands. There was nothing on his palms except scars caused by the lava.

Perhaps the resurrection grass fell into the lava when he lost consciousness.

It’s a pity that he doesn’t have the spiritual power to go into the magma again. It seems that this poison is destined to take his life, he thought dejectedly.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

Hearing her voice, he suddenly looked up. The girl was holding the herb in her hand, with a smile in her eyes.

The light in his eyes returned, and he asked cautiously, "Can I have it?"

"Of course," she said gently, "this was originally yours, but your skin is ulcerated now, so you need to rest for a few days."

As she said, he didn't even have the strength to stand up now.

On the day his injury healed, she kept her promise and handed the herbs to him.

He asked her, "Are you a demon?"

She was startled for a moment, then smiled lightly and said, "What else?"

He pursed his lips to say thank you and was about to leave, but she stopped him again.

She said: "We demons never do business at a loss."

"What do you want?"

"I heard that the spiritual flowers in the fairy world grow gorgeously, so please give me a rose."

He was wrong. It turned out that she had been his savior since so early on.

What did he do when he first met her?

He placed the dagger across her neck and asked her what her purpose was.

This happened more than once, and every time, his eyes dimmed and he wanted to slap himself a few times.

After telling everyone in the Demon Palace that Yu Heyi had exposed his identity to save him, he asked Qingluan if she could take him back to the fairyland and rescue her.

Qingluan flapped its wings to show its agreement.

Yue Bo entrusted Qi Li with the task of managing the Demon Palace, and dragged Qi Sheng to it.

"The Demon Lord's chair hasn't been cleaned yet. Remember to clean it after we leave, or you can ask this kid to clean it. It's your responsibility while I'm gone. Remember to water the roses, remember..."

"Okay! I got it!"

Qiali impatiently pushed it in front of Qingluan to stop him from continuing.

During this period, Wanqi Si took every opportunity to meditate for a while.

Fortunately, his spiritual power is not low, and he did not suffer any fatal injuries during the competition. After all this time, he has almost recovered.

"Is it going too?" He looked at the wolf demon.

"Of course." The wolf demon jumped onto Qingluan's back first, "Qingluan and I are naturally going to bring the Demon Lord back."

The sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder rumbled.

The blue phoenix flew over Yuqing Mountain, singing with a clear and crisp voice.

Qi Xizhi squinted his eyes and looked at the strange sight in the sky, then stroked his beard with a complicated expression.

An ancient mythical beast, a demon, and an immortal, broke into the immortal territory in such a domineering manner.

It turns out that the ancient mythical beast Qingluan is not extinct, and there is still one left in the world.

No wonder everyone thought it was extinct, it turns out it was hiding in the demon world.

The scene was so grand that the disciples of Taiyan Sect took out their magic weapons and guarded the sect.

With a sharp cry of the blue phoenix, it leaped over the waves to Yuqing Mountain.

The demonic energy burst out and condensed into a hammer.

It held the meteor hammer and shouted, "Release the Demon Lord!"

Taiyan's disciples couldn't stand its arrogance and took the initiative to attack it. In addition, many disciples recognized that it had been captured by Qi Zhixing and thought it was easy to deal with.

After all, Qi Zhixing is a guy with only good looks.

But the reality is just the opposite.

As a great demon, its demonic energy surged into the sky, making it extremely difficult to deal with. The reason Qi Zhixing was able to capture it was simply because it obeyed the Demon Lord's orders and behaved itself.

But if these people have the courage to hurt the Demon Lord, they must have the courage to taste his hammer!

On Yuqing Mountain, it and Qingluan dealt with Taiyan's disciples, while Wanqi Si ran towards the immortal prison skillfully.

Qi Xizhi smashed the teapot in his hand to the ground, then went to the immortal prison and stopped him outside the huge rock at the door.

Wanqi Si drew out his silver sword without hesitation and slashed at the opponent.

“Get out of the way!”

"Ayi is living well here. I will go to accompany her every day. You don't need to worry about it. Please go back."

Qi Xizhi replied calmly, raising his hand to block the sword attack.

He was just a disciple of the Immortal Clan, and she really didn't take him seriously.

It just so happened that Wanqi Si didn't want to waste any more words with him, so he placed his fingers on the sword and transferred the spiritual power in his body to the silver sword.

The silver sword burst into frost flowers again, and two phoenixes flew out from it.

Qi Xizhi sneered, "Liuli True Fire and Yin Water are ancient divine skills, but you can't unleash their full power. It's such a waste. That loser Shi Guangxiao lost to you because he's incompetent, but I'm different."

"I also know how to wield the True Flame of Glaze. How about we compete to see who has the more powerful divine fire?"

As he spoke, fireworks condensed in his hands, and the fire gradually grew bigger and the color deepened.

"This is not the True Glazed Fire." Looking at his palm, Wanqi Si remembered what the old man said when he taught him the True Glazed Fire.

The old man said that the true glass fire is not an ordinary fire. Its fire is pure and real, and it is the divine fire.

But the fireworks that burst out from his palm were black.