Chapter 23: Saving the Demonic Villain 10
Not to mention that after the spiritual roots are stripped, the cultivator will have no possibility of practicing again. If Feng Chuqiu had to suffer the pain of having his spiritual roots stripped again, Xing Jian would definitely not agree to it if he knew that leaving the sect would lead to this.
Xuanyu Zhenjun of Xingjian, who hadn't noticed at first, looked at the little guy beside Feng Chuqiu who suddenly spoke, and his eyes shifted over. However, before he could ask for anything, the gatekeeper disciple came in and said, "Master, disciples Lu Zikun and Chen Nanxiao wish to see the Sect Master regarding an important matter related to the Chen family's demonic cultivator."
After hearing the announcement, True Lord Xuanyu glanced at the two people who were still kneeling in the main hall and said, "You go to the side hall and wait first." Then he said to the disciple who announced the news, "Let those two come in." The two people who walked towards the side hall had their own thoughts.
How could the protagonist suddenly appear here, and what kind of demon cultivators were there? I clearly remembered that these things were not in the plot given by 004, and Xingjian had already discovered that 004 had disappeared just like in the previous world.
Feng Chuqiu, who was standing by, suddenly chuckled softly, "What did Xiaoxing just mean by that? Why does Xiaoxing's mind wander to other places when he hears other people's names?"
Feng Chuqiu's pale knuckles clasped the boy's chin, and there was an unbreakable darkness in his dark pupils. "Are the promises of being together forever fake?" Their noses were touching. Xing Jian could clearly feel Feng Chuqiu's cold breath and looked at the scarlet in his eyes that could not be concealed at all.
————————Inside the main hall————————
Lu Zikun and Chen Nanxiao, who had been summoned into the hall, knelt before True Lord Xuanyu. Chen Nanxiao's dark blue robe was still stained with traces of Jiangnan's damp moss. He clasped his fists and said, "Brother Lu and I went to the Jiangnan residence to investigate, and we detected demonic energy in the room where my brother disappeared."
Having said that, Chen Nanxiao couldn't help but shed a few tears.
Chen Nanxiao has been taking care of his younger brother since he was a child. He participated in this Immortal Cultivation Conference and made a promise with his younger brother that he would come home often after joining the sect. However, things are unpredictable. Before he could go down the mountain and return home to visit his younger brother, he received a letter from his parents saying that his younger brother had disappeared for no reason.
Only then did he rush back home with Lu Zikun. Mortals are not sensitive to the smell of blood. The moment Chen Nanxiao stepped into Chen Beijian's bedroom, he smelled the pervasive odor of blood, and he knew that his younger brother might have been killed.
With the help of Lu Zikun, the two explored Jiangnan Mansion for more than half a month and found a lot of evidence. His younger brother actually offended so many people when he was not at home. After he locked his eyes on the two cultivators who suddenly appeared in Jiangnan Mansion a month ago, Lu Zikun suddenly found a trace of demonic energy in Chen Beijian's bedroom.
The two did not dare to delay and went straight back to the sect to report the matter to True Lord Xuanyu.
Feng Chuqiu in the side hall approached the Star Sword step by step, and the demonic energy that he had been suppressing could no longer be contained and began to overflow.
Feeling a familiar vibration of demonic energy, Lu Zikun drew his sword without thinking and rushed into the side hall.
Seeing Lu Zikun suddenly jump up in front of them, Xuanyu Zhenjun and Chen Nanxiao didn't know what happened, but they followed him.
"Evil cultivator!" Lu Zikun's sword pierced through the fluttering curtain in the side hall, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Feng Chuqiu's eyebrows.
Looking at the sudden intruder pointing at Feng Chuqiu's sword, Xingjian was stunned for a moment, his golden pupils suddenly shrank, and he kicked the sword in Lu Zikun's hand away, and the sword body made of black iron was shattered.
Amidst the flying sword, Lu Zikun clearly saw a strange curve at the corner of his mouth.
Xing Jian looked the man in front of him up and down. His outstanding face and stoic demeanor made him look like the protagonist, Lu Zikun. Hadn't the plot progressed to the point where Feng Chuqiu's identity was revealed? Why was there a fight all of a sudden?
A series of questions floated in Xingjian's mind.
"Junior brother, I don't know if there is any misunderstanding. We have never heard of the Chen Beijian you mentioned. How could Feng Chuqiu be a demon cultivator who has been with me these days? Besides, demon cultivators cannot form a pact with my Spirit Snake Clan... I..." Having said this, Xing Jian suddenly turned around and looked at Feng Chuqiu who was protected behind him.
By the way, the spiritual contract had been deciphered by Feng Chuqiu a month ago. Could it be that Feng Chuqiu already knew about his own life experience a month ago?
"Are you afraid of me, Xiaoxing?" Feng Chuqiu's cold fingertips stroked the scales on the side of Xingjian's neck. The gentle smile on her face, which was always in front of Xingjian, now showed the patterns of a demon cultivator.
Looking at the little snake standing there in a daze with a look of surprise, Feng Chuqiu continued, "When we untied the spiritual contract that day, did Xiaoxing think he could escape from me?" Xing Jian opened his mouth to refute, but suddenly felt the demonic energy entering his body. He turned into his original form and fainted. Feng Chuqiu put him into a box engraved with bright red spells.
"I didn't expect you to find me so soon, Lu Zikun. What's the difference between a demon cultivator and a human cultivator?" Feng Chuqiu raised his hand and gathered a stream of demonic energy to attack him. Xuanyu Zhenjun and Chen Nanxiao, who were originally standing on both sides, also joined the battle.
For a moment, demonic energy and true energy mixed together, filling the entire hall.
If it was a hundred years later, Lu Zikun's ability would be enough to fight Feng Chuqiu, but now Feng Chuqiu was facing Lu Zikun, and crushing the person in front of him was as easy as crushing an ant.
The so-called Xuanyu Zhenjun and Chen Nanxiao were even more of a problem. After a few rounds of fighting, the three opponents were injured to varying degrees.
"Lu Zikun, you know that Chen Beijian, whom you protected, committed numerous evil deeds in Jiangnan Prefecture and abused dozens of women. Crushing his body was just what he deserved. At that time, I should have directly crushed his spirit, making it impossible for him to reincarnate. Don't you agree, Junior Brother Chen?"
"You!!" After hearing Feng Chuqiu admit that he killed Chen Beijian, Chen Nanxiao didn't care how serious his injury was. He picked up the sword and rushed forward again. Before the sword could get close to Feng Chuqiu, it broke into pieces. The fragments of the sharp blade flew backwards and embedded into the blood vessels around the three people.
However, no matter how hard he tried, it was all in vain. Tired of the tricks of the three people in front of him, Feng Chuqiu seemed to have lost interest and completely disappeared before everyone arrived at the hall.
When the elders from the other peaks arrived, they saw the crumbling hall, corroded by demonic energy. True Lord Xuanyu was half-kneeling in the hall, his clothes soaked in blood. Lu Zikun lay on the ground, his life or death unknown. Only Chen Nanxiao was clutching the hilt of a sword that no longer had a blade, staring blankly, muttering, "Impossible! I don't believe it. Impossible!"
—————Demon World——————
There is no daylight in the Demon Realm. In the dim Demon Palace bedroom, nine layers of black iron are wrapped around the white jade ankles. The gilded candlesticks illuminate the tears at the corners of the boy's eyes, and also illuminate part of the Demon Palace. Four black iron chains trapped Xingjian on the bed, making him almost unable to move. Each chain was cast with some kind of spell, and Xingjian could not feel the existence of any magic power in his body.
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