Chapter 50 Chapter 50 "Aning, I'm scared, you protect...
Bai Su turned around, and several demons in the front row followed him.
He looked at it silently and understood that this was the help given by the silkworm, but also a silent threat.
He twisted his neck, his joints creaking, his face covered in blood. One could vaguely see his tall nose and thin lips. It was a handsome face, but his eyes were filled with madness.
Yao Ning died after him. Bai Su couldn't describe the feeling in his heart. It was a bit regretful, but deeper was the unreasonable anger and mania.
He was no match for the silkworm and could only follow orders.
However, all this went against his wishes, and he was powerless to change it.
The rage spread like wildfire, with nowhere to vent, and finally it all accumulated on Shen Qian.
He wanted to kill the man and cut him into pieces.
In this way, Yao Ning will give up and Jiang Can will be happy.
If the Demon Lord is pleased, he might show mercy. As long as there's a wisp of soul left in that woman, he can find a way to rebuild a body for her, and then...
What happened next? Bai Su subconsciously stopped thinking and didn't think about it anymore.
He raised his gloomy brows, and the murderous intent towards Shen Qian in his heart had reached its peak. The demonic aura around him was so thick that it overflowed, frightening the several demons who followed him and made them keep their distance.
Bai Su's figure moved as fast as lightning and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Inside the hall, Yao Ning's clear pupils reflected the blood-stained vines that were getting closer and bigger.
Her brows were cold, and the spiritual power in her body flowed under restraint, struggling hard against the invisible pressure, like an ant desperately trying to push away the huge rock pressing on it.
At the critical moment of life and death, emotions such as unwillingness, anger, fear, etc. surged into his heart, his spiritual power suddenly increased, and the pressure around him seemed to be shaken. Fu Guang kept buzzing in his acupoints, as if it would appear in his palm in the next moment.
But soon the huge rock fell down, and the ant's dying struggle was in vain.
The dead silkworm was as tall as a mountain, and it lowered its eyes and watched Yao Ning die quietly.
The woman was dressed in blood-stained white clothes, her skin was as white as jade, extremely pure and beautiful, and her eyes were full of rebellion when she was dying.
Jiangcan was born in the demon world, and his hands have caused countless blood and souls to die. Over the long years, all he saw were hideous and ugly demons. This was the first time he looked at a mortal so seriously.
His heart was moved. Yao Ning was very beautiful, but she was just a beauty with white bones. It made no difference to him.
But at this moment, knowing that this powerful, otherworldly beauty was about to turn into a pool of rotten flesh, pus and blood, and serve as nourishment for the flowers, plants and trees in the Demon Palace, he suddenly felt the beauty of this woman.
Thrilling and dizzying.
The silkworm felt the rare throbbing in its heart, but the vines did not stop at all, and pierced Yao Ning's eyes like a sharp blade.
The phosphorescent flames swayed in the breeze.
In the Demon Lord's Palace, the silence seemed to last forever.
The silkworm pupae didn't speak or move. The demons who had to defeat and devour countless of their own kind to enter the temple and serve the Demon Lord closely, out of fear and admiration, suppressed their nature and didn't move a single muscle, even their breathing was barely audible.
"Bang!"
A loud noise that tore the eardrums exploded.
A figure flew in from outside the hall and crashed into the silkworm, creating a huge hole a few feet deep and sending smoke and dust rising into the sky.
Mixed with the strong smell of blood.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
There were several more sounds in succession.
The demon who followed Bai Su out flew backwards into the hall right after him.
A flash of white light passed by, and there was a "clang" sound, like the collision of sharp blades. When Jiangcan looked clearly, he saw that a sword had been nailed into his feet at some point.
His eyes narrowed behind his mask.
The vine was cut off, and the silkworm lost control of it. The tip fell to the ground as if it had lost its vitality at the last moment, and turned into a handful of flying ash that brushed across Yao Ning's cheek.
Everything happened in an instant, and even the silkworm had no time to react.
The demons who reacted all turned around, their armors clashed, and their weapons were aimed at the palace door.
Outside the palace gate, a figure in white came from the air, landed on the ground and took two quick steps, and his handsome face came into everyone's sight.
The sword nailed in front of the silkworm sensed its owner, made a buzzing sound, and flew back into the owner's hand.
Jiangcan looked at the newcomer, and with a hoarse voice, suppressing his anger, he slowly said, "Zixiao Daojun."
Bai Su finally climbed up from the bottom of the pit, staggered two steps and stood behind the silkworm, exhaled hot and bloody breath, stared at Chen Qian's figure like a beast choosing someone to devour.
Chen Qian was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, with a handsome face and a calm and aloof appearance. At first glance, he looked out of place among the demons in the hall, as if he was an alien from another world.
He didn't even look at Jiangcan and Bai Su. As soon as he appeared, his eyes were locked on Yao Ning lying on the ground.
Yao Ning spat out a mouthful of blood, and the spiritual power in his body circulated several times, finally breaking through the invisible pressure. His body felt lighter, and Fu Guang fell on his hand with a "pop".
She stood up with the help of her sword, swayed twice, and leaned against a broad and hard chest.
A familiar atmosphere of impending storm surrounded him. Yao Ning turned his head and saw a handsome and profound face.
Chen Qian's gentle gaze swept across her eyebrows, eyes, nose and lips, and fell on the bloodstains on her swollen face and the corners of her mouth, and paused for a moment.
A sinister look flashed across his eyes, and he remained the cold and dignified Immortal Lord.
"My Aning is so brave." Chen Qian whispered, "He's not afraid at all to fight the entire demon world alone."
Yao Ning wanted to say that she was extremely scared at the moment of death.
But he was like a child who had been praised, hiding his wounds and acting as if it was nothing.
She averted her gaze and tightened her jaw, not wanting to reveal her inner feelings.
A hand rested on her waist.
Yao Ning subconsciously tried to break free, but Chen Qian was not as obedient as before and increased the strength in his hands.
Holding her slender waist, he felt the warmth through her clothes, and the gloom in his heart dissipated slightly. He was a head taller than her, and when he leaned down to her, he whispered like a lover: "Aning, I'm scared, please protect me."
She was seriously injured and covered in blood, in a miserable state, while he was handsome and elegant, as bright as a god.
Surrounded by enemies and with murderous intentions, this immortal who was famous for both the righteous and evil ways said to her without any shame, almost coquettishly, "You protect me."
No one can refuse such praise, and Yao Ning found that he was no exception.
The humiliation she had felt not long ago suddenly vanished, and her self-esteem was greatly satisfied.
"At least pick a time and place."
A gloomy voice echoed in the hall.
Bai Su looked at the two men fiercely: "You are about to die, and you still want to disgust others."
Chen Qian looked at Bai Su, and their eyes met. Out of male instinct, he seemed to be vaguely aware of something.
He didn't want to talk to this man, but suddenly he raised his eyebrows and said, "You are a defeated general, you are not worthy to talk to me."
Yao Ning looked at Chen Qian in surprise.
Bai Su suddenly became furious and was about to step forward with a knife in hand, but was stopped by Jiang Can with a look.
"Zixiao Daojun, don't you think that you can escape unscathed today just because you defeated my guardian?"
Chen Qian didn't answer his question: "We came to the Demon Realm to explain to you the misunderstanding between the righteous and the demonic."
Jiangcan was silent for a moment: "Since you two have passed the Origin Tracing Mirror without any harm, I will allow you to talk."
Yao Ning and Shen Qian looked at each other, stepped forward and released a photo-taking bead.
The water curtain unfolded, and the evil energy of Xuanqing Sect attacked the righteous monks. In the middle was the battle between good and evil, and the same evil energy was also mixed in.
All the righteous practitioners thought that it was the demon world invading the human world.
"This is not demonic energy. The Demon Lord Zombie is powerful and upright. He would not do such a despicable act as a sneak attack." Yao Ning asserted.
The silkworm looked at her deeply and also released a photo-retaining bead.
The background is a dark night with dark clouds and howling wind.
At the edge of the abyss, the corpses of the demons piled up like a mountain.
Most demonic cultivators have no control over their desires, and cannibalism is common. The winner is always the king, and the losers mostly become food for the victor.
The demon who grew up in this cruel jungle law is brutal and bloodthirsty by nature, but his cultivation is extremely powerful.
In the picture, the piled up corpses of demons are even more cruel than the cannibalism of their own kind.
Their souls were stripped away, half of them were held in the man's hand, and the other half was crushed bit by bit.
The soul is shattered, and will never enter the cycle of reincarnation, and will completely disappear from the three realms and six paths.
Even if he was eaten by other demons and his Nascent Soul Core was absorbed by others, as long as a wisp of his soul was still there, he could still hope for the next life.
These demons died completely.
From then on, thousands of years have passed, and in this chaotic world, there is no longer any self.
Half of his soul was in that man's hands, and he had to watch helplessly as he died.
After crushing half of the soul, the man separated the other half from the one in his hand, and repeated this process until the consciousness of the demon in his hand became more and more chaotic, and he watched his own disappearance bit by bit.
This scene is not bloody at all, and even looks neat and delicate.
The demon's body was intact, without a single wound.
Anyone who puts themselves in this situation cannot help but be shocked by the suffocating despair and perverted terror.
The man's expression was calm, without any impatience, as if he were a famous craftsman from ancient times, meticulously carving his craft.
The calmness contains a ferocity that makes one's scalp tingle.
After dealing with the souls of the entire mountain of corpses, the man stopped, stepped on the corpses of the demons, and slowly walked to the top.
The wind from the abyss blew the bright red skirt, brushing the hair on the temples and the slightly childish face.
The man turned around.
A face exactly the same as Yao Ning's outside the picture of Liuyingzhu.
Yao Ning's pupils suddenly shrank.
That was her. Her clothes, her hairpins and rings, her eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, even her expressions and movements were exactly the same as hers.
But as far as she could remember, this was her first time entering the demon world.
A strong sense of alienation came over Yao Ning, and she thought of the time on the fairy boat when Shejiang told her that the aura on her body was the same as the demonic energy in Zhongze.
Yao Ning came to his senses when his waist tightened.
Shen Qian's voice rang out overhead, echoing throughout the Demon Lord's Hall, calm and unquestionable: "That's not her."
In the photo, the woman stood on top of the pile of corpses and looked around, and then a flag appeared in her hand.
The flags were blurry in the night, yet they looked very familiar.
The woman planted the flag on top of the pile of corpses. The flag spread out in the wind, revealing the emblem of the Xuanqing Sect.
The water curtain dissipated, and Yao Ning and Jiang Can's eyes met.
There are not many demons whose souls are scattered. Jiangcan may not care about the death of these subordinates, but the obvious provocation cannot be ignored.
Yao Ning said: "That's not me."
The silkworm nodded: "I believe it."
Yao Ning was startled, but then he heard Jiang Can continue, "Do you know who is behind this? Have you caught him?"
After a long silence, Yao Ning said, "No."
She took a step forward and said, "Since Your Majesty trusts me, you cannot be a pawn of the person behind the scenes. Fighting against each other is definitely not a wise move."
The silkworm said, "Is this the purpose of your trip?"
"yes."
"People of the righteous path are truly pure in nature." The silkworm was incapable of distinguishing between joy and anger. "Even if we have entered the game, who would say that the demon world is just a pawn?"
Yao Ning had a bad feeling in his heart.
The evil cultivators never suppress their nature, and their thinking is naturally different from that of the righteous.
"The one behind the scenes is the enemy, and the righteous path is also the enemy."
"The demon world has been gathering strength for decades, and I have been making plans. I never imagined that the elite of the righteous path would come to my door."
Yao Ning's heart sank.
The hope of good and evil joining hands is slim. The righteous side is on this trip only hoping that the demon world can suspend the dispute, find the culprit, and then talk about the grudge between the two worlds.
But the silkworm pupa doesn't seem to have this intention.
He was arrogant enough and never took the man behind the scenes seriously.
The silkworm seemed to see through Yao Ning's thoughts and smiled for the first time: "Why do you think that the coward who only knows some tricks will be more feared by me than the two of you?"
All the demons in the hall suddenly raised their hands and spears, pointing them at Yao Ning and Shen Qian in the middle.
Bai Su tore off his shirt that was mixed with dust and blood, and the blade slashed through the void, pointing directly at Chen Qian.
The silkworm turned around and sat on the throne.
The high walls surrounding the palace suddenly became transparent, and the bones buried in the walls turned into dust and fell down. There was no wind, but Yao Ning felt that the strong wind was coming from the end of the world.
She extended her spiritual consciousness outside the hall and looked from a high place, only to see that countless towering trees on the vast land of the Demon Realm were all bent.
That is a kneeling posture.
She remembered what Gu Wuchen once said, that the Demon Lord Jiangcan was bloodthirsty and brutal by nature, but he practiced the plant-based mental method.
His cultivation level reached half a step higher, and he mastered one move to perfection, unrivaled in the world.
That move is called "Pilgrimage to Ten Thousand Mountains".
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