Chapter 74: Immortal Cultivation 19

Ning Wan cursed in a low voice.

"Sir, we should..."

What should we do...

Before he could even ask the question, Lu Yihan turned his demonic energy into a sword with a cold face, and stabbed the visitor's heart with the sword.

He drew the sword, and blood spurted on the hideous half-face mask.

Ning Wan was so shocked by this scene that she couldn't speak for a moment.

After following Lu Yihan for so long, this was the first time Ning Wan saw him kill someone other than the demons.

"There's no hope, do it."

Lu Yihan waved his hand and killed all the people in his way.

Since entering the village, Lu Yihan felt the faint breath of the demons.

And the two villagers at the beginning also exuded a sense of disharmony everywhere.

Most of the demons practice evil ways, so it is not surprising that there are demons that control mortals.

The only thing that Lu Yihan did not expect was that he thought that if he found the hiding place of the demon, he would be able to release the control by destroying it.

But now it seems that this is not the case.

The demon cultivator performed a certain ritual in the village.

Now the demon's body has invaded the body of every villager.

In other words, now in the village, except Ning Wan and himself, everyone is part of the demon.

It was a "good trick".

No wonder no one has discovered the existence of this demon for so many years.

Lu Yihan's eyes turned completely cold, and his blood-red eyes blew a biting cold wind.

Hearing Lu Yihan's words, Ning Wan did not doubt him and joined the battle.

I couldn't defeat those two immortal cultivators, so can't I handle this bunch of minions?

Now that he knew the true situation of these people in front of him, Ning Wan was no longer restrained, and used all his strength in every move.

In the face of absolute strength, despite the advantage in numbers, they soon became corpses under his feet.

Ning Wan looked at the pile of corpses at his feet, and raised his hand to wipe the dust off his face.

He touched his forehead and his hands were wet.

The splashing blood almost covered half of his face, and his whole body seemed to have been soaked in blood.

He turned his head to look at Lu Yihan beside him, and his appearance was no less than Ning Wan's.

"Sir, we are now like the demons that the immortal cultivators say kill without blinking an eye..."

Ning Wan kicked the corpse away and said casually.

If the immortal cultivators saw this, they would never be able to wash away the guilt even if they jumped into the Yellow River.

Behind Ning Wan, the winding blood spread along the terrain, winding around, and slowly flowed to the feet of a young man in white.

In an instant, Ning Wan felt a strong murderous intent behind her.

"The demons are the demons... their nature is hard to change."

This dazzling scene fell into the eyes of Dongfang Xianyun and Lu Xiangwan.

Lu Xiangwan glanced at the blood flowing down from his feet, then raised his head and glanced at the person in front of him. His fox eyes were filled with dark color and his eyes were extremely cold.

Lu Yihan felt that this look was particularly cold, and even the last bit of warmth was burned out, leaving only endless murderous intent.

Ning Wan was also unhappy: "Hey - what do you mean!? We -"

"Ning Wan."

Interrupting Ning Wan's words, Lu Yihan raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, and smiled very wantonly:

"Yes, we did it. But... so what?"

"What a so what!"

Dongfang Xianyun laughed back in anger, and his hand holding the sword tightened again and again.

I thought this demon clan would be different, but it turned out to be just the same.

Looking around, the corpses with their eyes open and the blood that dyed the land red deeply hurt Dongfang Xianyun's eyes.

Lu Xiangwan on the side lowered his eyes to hide the disappointment deep in his eyes.

So it's not...

Since it's not, then... go to hell.

The next second, both sides moved.

Lu Xiangwan made a hand gesture, and each move was ruthless and went straight to the vital point.

This time Lu Yihan no longer dodged blindly, and gathered strength in his hands, and the ball of demonic energy attacked the two.

For a moment, the scene fell into chaos.

"My lord!——"

Ning Wan barely dodged a fierce attack, but caught a glimpse of an attack from Lu Xiangwan's hand falling on Lu Yihan. A trickle of blood flowed from his lips. Lu Yihan raised his hand

to wipe it off, and the curve of his lips widened instead. He flashed to Ning Wan's side, lifted his collar with one hand, and swung out a thick mist with the other hand. With a sword, the thick black mist was dispersed, and the two figures in front of him disappeared. "Damn it! They got away again!" Dongfang Xianyun gritted his teeth and said hatefully. "Chase." Lu Xiangwan took out the compass from his waist and injected spiritual power into it. The pointer spun rapidly, and finally slowly pointed to a direction. "That is--" Dongfang Xianyun moved closer. "Kunlun." The familiar place name Kunlun appeared, but it made Lu Xiangwan feel a little palpitated. My heart was beating very fast, as if I was about to lose someone important, and I felt panic for no reason. Lu Xiangwan secretly accelerated and flew towards Kunlun. * Ning Wan was carried all the way to Kunlun by Lu Yihan. The cold wind was still howling, and the heavy snow fell on my body and dissolved into the blood on my clothes. "My lord, how are you? Are you okay?" Ning Wan was put down and hurried to check the injuries on Lu Yihan's body.

"Nothing."

Lu Yihan waved his hand, not caring about the sticky blood on his body, and walked to the cave entrance buried by ice and snow.

He brushed away the thick snow piled at the entrance of the cave and pushed open the stone door.

A narrow and cramped path appeared in front of him.

Bending down and lowering his head to enter, Lu Yihan turned his head to look at Ning Wan, motioning him to follow.

Following the dark path all the way down, the originally dim corridor became wider and brighter.

Until a ray of light completely illuminated the darkness. The

bottomless seal crack was looming in the vast underground cave.

Ning Wan certainly recognized this place.

This is where he and the adults walked out of the Demon Realm.

It is the intersection of the two realms.

"Are we going back to the Demon Realm?"

Ning Wan asked.

It would be fine to go back to the Demon Realm.

Even if the environment is not as good as outside, at least we have gotten rid of the group of cultivators who are chasing us relentlessly.

Although the Demon Realm is very dangerous, we still have this master by our side.

Ning Wan thought happily.

Lu Yihan was silent for a while, avoiding Ning Wan's puzzled gaze, and pursed his lips:

"I'm not going back."

Not going back? Why?

Ning Wan inexplicably read a hint of apology in Lu Yihan's eyes.

Pretending to be nothing:

"I'm not going back... It's okay not to go back, there's nothing fun in the Demon Realm, and there are those bullying demon cultivators..."

Ning Wan tried hard to ignore the uneasiness in her heart, crooked her eyes, and forced a smile:

"Since you're not going back, let's go."

He seemed to see through Lu Yihan's intentions, and reached out to try to grab the corner of Lu Yihan's clothes.

Lu Yihan dodged.

He smiled at Ning Wan again and backed away slowly.

"Don't come over."

"But--"

Lu Yihan gave Ning Wan an apologetic smile, his expression gentle, his mouth opening and closing, silently conveying the message he wanted to say.

Ning Wan understood what he wanted to say.

But he would rather not understand.

This was the first time Ning Wan had the idea of ​​disobeying him, he just wanted to ask loudly:

"Is it really worth it?"

But Lu Yihan's eyes clearly told him:

It's worth it...

How could it not be worth it.

Lu Yihan closed his eyes, turned around, cut his index finger, and the blood from his fingertips dripped onto the stone ground under his feet.

Bright red lines lit up.

The dust-covered stone ground suddenly burst into a strong red light, engulfing the black figure.

The dazzling red light broke through the sky, connecting heaven and earth.

The sealed cracks made a huge mournful sound, and then closed unwillingly.

Ning Wan watched all this in a daze.

Blue psionic butterflies flew from nowhere, swarming in, like moths to a flame, and flew into a red light.

Following the figure, they dissipated between heaven and earth.

This time, Lu Yihan had a blue butterfly that belonged to him forever.