The clear and cold sword in Wen Shili's hand stabbed towards the black mist without hesitation.

This sword had hit Ye Linyuan's vitals. A few sounds of coughing up blood came from the black mist: "You have to protect him well. I want to see if you can protect him for a while, but can you protect him for a lifetime. Hahahaha - hahahaha -"

Blood gushed out wildly, large patches of red were spilled out, the bloody smell filled the sky and the ground, and the breath was filled with the moist smell of rust, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared.

Also disappearing was the powerful demon army that had just arrived.

"If my ears are correct, the Demon Lord should have said something like his disciple was resurrected, and his reputation was ruined..."

"You heard it right, I heard it clearly with both ears."

"I have a bold idea. Could it be that Jiang Ziyou died once before, and Master Qinghe used some forbidden technique to revive him? And then he was caught by the Demon Lord? Oh my god, the thought is terrifying!"

"What kind of forbidden resurrection technique? I've never heard of it."

Jiang Niannian pricked up her ears.

Resurrection forbidden technique? It's not mentioned in the book?

"Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean that Master Qinghe doesn't know about it. He has lived hundreds of years longer than us."

Everyone present looked at Wen Shili at the same time.

The latter just stood there coldly, dressed in white, standing between heaven and earth, like a god who could not be desecrated. He heard the monks' whispers, his eyelashes rolled up, revealing a pair of cold eyes, and glanced at them indifferently.

The monks immediately fell silent, not daring to make a sound.

When he turned around, a monk started to nag again, "We are so far away and speaking so quietly, how can he still hear us?"

Other cultivators: “…” If you have reached the Mahayana stage, it would be hard for you not to hear it.

Jiang Ziyou said proudly: "Did you see that? It was my master who killed the Demon Lord!"

Just as Yin Ci was about to argue, he saw Yin Buqi falling straight down from the sky, his red robe fluttering in the wind like a ball of burning fire.

"Brother Yin!" Yin reached out and ran over to take it, but he kicked the coal ball unexpectedly.

A mouthful of the demon clan's unique specialties.

Yin Ci: “…Fuck!”

Coal Ball seemed to know that he was in trouble. He raised his face covered with mud and said pitifully: "Ouch~" Sorry, it's my fault.

Look at my cuteness! Don’t ask, I learned it from Cha Cha’s dad.

On this side, Jiang Niannian quickly made a move, and dozens of vines rose from the ground, forming a cradle shape, just enough to catch Yin Buqi and slowly descend.

Jiang Niannian then breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over to check on Yin Buqi's condition.

He was unconscious, talking nonsense, and was badly injured. The red spider lily on his chest was still there, but Jiang Niannian vaguely felt that it was not a good thing, so she reached out and held his clothes to cover it.

“Nian Nian… Nian Nian…”

Jiang Niannian hugged him and soothed him, "I'm here, it's okay."

But she didn't notice that Tang Murou, who was not far away, was looking at this place, thoughtfully.

"Master!" Jiang Ziyou saw Shi Li coming over, buried his head in his arms, put his arms around his waist, and rested his forehead on his collar, rubbing against him intimately: "Master, did you kill the Demon King?"

Wen Shili shook his head: "No, he escaped, but he was seriously injured. He will definitely find a secret place to recuperate for a few years and will not come out to do evil for the time being."

Yin Ci, who had just gotten up from the ground and saw this scene, said: "..."

Since he was a child, he felt that when his fellow apprentice spoke to his master, his tone was like he was acting coquettishly, which gave him goosebumps.

He didn't know why, he just knew that when his senior brother talked to him, it was like this:

"Junior brother, Master said that we should have a sense of justice..."

"Oh, time to eat."

"Junior brother, you are right."

When the brothers talk to the master, it goes like this:

"Master, when will you teach me new sword techniques? Master is so great. Master, I can't sleep well without you by my side. Hehe, Master is the best."

Although he felt uncomfortable, it would be a lie to say he wasn't jealous.

Although Senior Brother Jiang was an orphan, his master was very kind to him. Although he was the young master of Rimu, his parents had left him alone in Qinggu Peak since he was a child, and they rarely came to see him. His master was as cold to him as to others.

He grew up surrounded by the stars, yet he felt lonely.

He knew that he had an older brother who died young. If his brother were still alive, would he also be a child who could act coquettishly?

But there are no ifs in this world.

His brother is gone, his father is gone, and he only has his mother left.

Wen Shili's clear and cold voice rang out: "The demonic energy in the demonic world is too strong. If you stay for too long, the demonic energy will invade your lungs. You should not stay for long. Get up immediately and return to the sect."

Jiang Niannian carried Yin Buqi on her back and felt that they had to go back first. He was seriously injured and needed to rest.

Yin Ci stepped forward and said, "Miss Jiang, let me carry it. It's too heavy."

"No, I can carry it."

"Let me do it." Yin Ci reached out to pull Yin Buqi away.

Unexpectedly, Yin Buqi held Jiang Niannian's neck tightly and refused to let go. Yin Ci tried his best to pull him off Jiang Niannian but failed.

Yin Buqi's narrow eyes were closed, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and he said weakly: "Recite... recite... recite..."

As he spoke, his bright red lips slid gently across Jiang Niannian's fair neck, rubbing repeatedly on the itchy flesh on the back of her neck.

The increasingly hot breath sprayed on her neck, and Jiang Niannian's tender skin instantly turned red.

"No... Don't do this, I'm itchy."

Yin did not give up the rolling of his throat.

"Um."

He just stuck to her and didn't move.

Jiang Niannian tossed him against her body and smiled at Yin Ci, "Well... let me do it."

"Well then..." Yin Ci lowered his head in disappointment, and caught a glimpse of a small emerald green thing in his peripheral vision. He bent down, brushed off the dirt on it, and picked it up.

"This is... a smiling jade Buddha?!"

Yin Ci stood up suddenly and hid the jade Buddha in his sleeve with an excited look. He looked at the two people in front of him, and his eyes finally became red.

"Ouch?"