Chapter 219 Kill
This is the Tianbao Pavilion, where all the rare treasures and top-grade cultivation techniques in the Demon Realm are stored. Only inner disciples are allowed to see it. Lu Yan was able to come in and take a look because he was treating Ying Wujiu's injuries, but he didn't know what the black-clothed man behind him wanted.
The man lowered his voice and asked, "Tell me the truth, where is Ying Wujiu's residence?!"
Oh~ Turns out you’re from outside the Demon Realm.
Lu Yan understood and pointed him in the direction of Xuan Cang Hall.
The man asked again: "How do I get to the seventh floor of Tianbao Pavilion?"
Tianbao Pavilion is divided into seven floors. The first and second floors are filled with low-grade elixir jade slips, the third and fourth floors are filled with mid-grade treasures, the fifth and sixth floors are filled with high-grade cultivation techniques, and no one has ever been up to the seventh floor, which is said to hold divine weapons.
Is this person here to steal something?
Stealing things is not a big deal, but I am afraid that the other party will kill me to silence me after asking questions.
Lu Yan happened to be standing by the window. The bright moonlight shone through the gaps and illuminated his profile like a jade sculpture, with indescribable grace and beauty. He lowered his eyes and thought for a moment. He made up his mind and said sincerely, "My dear, I am just a sloppy servant. The badge on my waist can only allow me to enter and exit the first and second floors. The restrictions on it cannot be opened at all. How can I know how to get to the seventh floor of Tianbao Pavilion? Please let me go. I promise not to tell anyone a word."
The man in black said coldly: "I will ask you one last question. I will let you go after you answer it. Is Xinpo in Fuyue City?!"
Soul? ! !
Lu Yan's heart was immediately stirred by this sentence. He frowned secretly, wondering what was wrong with these people. They all wanted to look for Xin Po, but he didn't even have any clues. How could he let you take advantage of him?
Lu Yan pretended to be confused: "Heart soul? What is a heart soul? I have never heard of it."
The man in black sneered, "Since you don't know anything, don't blame me for not letting you stay. Keep your eyes open on the road to the underworld, and don't be reborn into an evil way in your next life!"
As he finished speaking, he was preparing to kill the man with a knife, but he suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen. He didn't know when a dagger made of the power of moonlight was inserted into his body. In an instant, a chill attacked his limbs and bones, and he felt as if his internal organs were frozen. He opened his eyes in shock, and even the blade in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
In a flash, Lu Yan immediately retreated and left the opponent's attack range. He just took advantage of the surprise attack, and with the help of the moonlight, he was able to hurt the opponent. If a real fight broke out, he would probably find it difficult to win.
"You should go to the underworld first. I haven't lived long enough!"
Lu Yanyu jumped onto the window sill and broke out of the window. It happened that the Corpse Puppet General was patrolling outside with his team. Hearing the commotion, he immediately rushed over: "Who is it!"
Lu Yan rolled on the ground to release the force, pointed at the Tianbao Pavilion and shouted loudly: "Corpse General, there is a man in black who came from nowhere, quickly capture him!"
The man in black secretly cried out inwardly, thinking that it would be difficult to escape if he alarmed the zombie puppet. He immediately took out a high-quality jade scroll of teleportation from his arms and crushed it, preparing to escape. However, he did not expect that as soon as the teleportation formation was activated, the door of Tianbao Pavilion shattered with a bang, and a golden spear came at him with lightning speed, shattering the barrier around him and destroying the formation as well.
"Anyone who dares to enter Tianbao Pavilion will be killed!"
A majestic voice sounded from outside. It was the corpse puppet. He stretched out his hand to recall the golden spear, and the spiritual power in his body surged. He directly entangled with the person opposite him, and each move was fatal. The man in black turned out to be a Mahayana cultivator, and his strength was also good. For a while, the fight was evenly matched.
The two of them fought from the pavilion to the outer room. There was flying sand and rocks all around, bricks cracking and trees breaking. No one else could intervene. Lu Yan even found a safe place to stand and watch the excitement. The commotion was so loud that it soon alarmed a group of servants. Even Feng Sha rushed over with his men.
"Where did this idiot come from? How dare you enter the Demon Realm without permission!"
Fengsha was transformed from a fox beast. He suddenly leaped forward and turned into a majestic white-haired giant beast that rushed into the battle circle. It looked like a tiger but not a tiger, and like a cat but not a cat. It was more than two people tall, and its roar was enough to deafen people's ears.
The corpse puppet and the wind demon worked together and quickly knocked the Mahayana monk down from the air. With a loud bang, a huge pit appeared on the ground in an instant, which showed how fierce the force was.
The Corpse Puppet raised his golden spear and pressed it directly against his throat. He said in a cold voice, "Tell me! Who sent you here?"
The Mahayana cultivator spat out a large mouthful of blood, and was then pulled up from the ground by the demon cultivators and tied up tightly with the Immortal Binding Net. He looked around and sneered, "Why don't you see Ying Wujiu?! Don't you have anyone from the Demon Realm to take charge? Do you want two young generals to come and question you?"
The corpse puppets were just walking corpses, they had long lost their human emotions, so naturally they didn't know how to fight. Not to mention Fengsha, who was transformed from an ancient spirit beast, his sharp claws were digging at the ground eagerly, as if he wanted to swallow this person into his stomach in one gulp.
As everyone looked at each other, a half-smiley voice was heard: "You can't even beat two young generals, and you still want the Lord to come and question you in person? You are really taking off your pants to meet a tiger, you are shameless and you don't care about your life!"
Following the sound, I saw a man in blue clothes leaning against a tree with his arms folded, with a playful look on his face. Who else could it be but Lu Yan?
The Mahayana monk suddenly became agitated and cursed: "You despicable villain! If you hadn't shot me in the back, how could I have lost to the two of them!!"
The blade formed by the moonlight had disappeared, but a hole was left behind. Blood was flowing out and it was difficult to heal. It could not be restored even with spiritual power.
Lu Yan's mouth could make people angry to death. He smiled and imitated him and said, "You despicable villain, if you hadn't come to my Demon Realm to steal late at night, how could you have been injured by my hidden arrow?"
The Mahayana monk was so angry that he fell backwards. However, he suddenly remembered something and sneered, "After talking for so long, why hasn't Ying Wujiu shown up yet? Is he afraid of seeing people?"
Lu Yan casually pulled a straw stick and held it in his mouth, thinking that this man had been forcing Ying Wujiu to show up, and he was afraid that he was up to something. He was about to pick up a lump of mud to stuff the other person's mouth, but suddenly he heard the monk shouting to the sky:
"Ying Wujiu, it is said that rumors cannot be fully believed. Outsiders said that you went astray and became possessed during seclusion. Your legs are crippled and you have one foot halfway into the coffin. I originally just laughed it off, but today I have to believe it! And I don't know what these disciples will do after you die when hundreds of my sects attack the mountain! Hahahaha! The fate of the Demon Realm is over!"
Lu Yan secretly raised his eyebrows upon hearing this. These words could be said to disturb the morale of the army. If Ying Wujiu refused to show up, it would confirm the rumors outside. But if he showed up...
That person's legs are really paralyzed. What should we do?
Ever since the last Lord Fu Guang was suppressed by the hundreds of immortal sects, the Demon Realm has been in chaos. The demon cultivators below are fighting hard for the position of Lord, and it was not until Ying Wujiu stepped in to suppress it that the situation has been peaceful for a few years. If the news that his legs are crippled gets out, the people below may become restless again, and the Demon Realm will be in turmoil.
This old man is so vicious!
Even the usually calm corpse puppet sensed the sinister intention behind these words. His eyes turned cold and he stopped talking. He turned the golden spear and was ready to directly lift the man's head. However, he never expected that the air around him suddenly shook violently for a moment, and a low, mocking voice came from the sky far away -
"It is still unknown when the fate of the Demon Realm will end, but your fate will end here today."
Lu Yan raised his head unconsciously, and saw that the silent night suddenly lit up with a bright light, and a red figure gradually emerged. The person's long hair was as black as crow feathers, and it was loose and untied. On the right side of his face was a half-glass mask with golden lotus patterns flowing. In his hand was a long white bone sword with a strange texture, which was like a heavy mountain, pressing people to the point that they couldn't even breathe.
“Blah, blah—”
The people around them immediately knelt down and said, "Greetings, Lord!"
Lu Yan hesitated for a moment, then knelt down as well.
The monk who was cursing just now suddenly lost his temper. He staggered back two steps, staring at Ying Wujiu's legs with wide eyes. He obviously couldn't believe what he saw. It was completely different from the news he had received before. He stuttered, "You...you!"
"Bang--!"
A flash of sword light flashed without warning and directly split his body in half. A huge blood mist exploded with a bang, and brains and intestines flew everywhere. The strong smell of blood made people almost vomit.
Although Lu Yan dodged quickly, the hem of his robe was inevitably stained with some of it. The servants screamed when they saw this, and huddled together in fear, looking at the man in red in front of them with horror.
Ying Wujiu just walked down the stairs slowly, then put the bone sword behind him. His dark eyes scanned the people with different expressions one by one, and his voice was cold and emotionless, which made people feel creepy:
"Since this person was able to break through the restrictions and step into the palace, he must be a spy from one of the hundreds of immortal sects in my Demon Realm. I will give you a chance. Hand him over before dawn tomorrow. Otherwise, I would rather kill him than let him go. All the slaves in the palace will be beheaded!"
All of them? That would be six hundred people, right?
Leaders like Fengsha would definitely not rebel, and those demon cultivators were carefully selected and loyal. The only suspicious ones were those unimportant servants and cauldrons.
Lu Yan was secretly shocked when he heard this, Ying Wujiu's move was really cruel enough, as soon as he said this, those servants would be in danger and would suspect each other of their companions, and more than 600 people would report each other's whereabouts. It was expected that the "spy" would not be able to hide for long, so it was really better to attack the heart.
Although everyone was horrified when they heard this, they had no choice but to agree. They hurriedly carried the bodies downstairs and cleaned up the mess left after the fight. Corpse Puppet and Fengsha also took their men to search other places.
Not long after, all the people in Tianbao Pavilion dispersed, but the red figure in the courtyard suddenly stabbed the ground with a sword. It was barely noticeable for a moment, and at this moment, Ying Wujiu's red clothes on the back were already soaked with cold sweat, and his face was as pale as it could be. It was obvious that he was at the end of his strength.
His legs had been suffering from the burning of the Red Lotus Fire day and night, and he felt as if his bones had melted and his blood had dried up. How could he stand up? If it weren't for Lu Yan's treatment during that period to reduce the fire poison for him, he wouldn't have been able to go on with today's show. If the cultivator who just died was really a spy sent by the immortal family, I'm afraid there would be more such people in the future.
Hundreds of immortal families!! Hundreds of immortal families!! Sooner or later, they will tear these people into pieces!!
Just when veins appeared on Ying Wujiu's forehead and murderous thoughts were rising, a hand suddenly reached out and supported his arm. A light blue light spread throughout his body, just like a cool stream extinguishing a red-hot iron. The pain disappeared instantly.
Seeing the man's face turn pale from the pain, Lu Yan suddenly felt a little sorry for him. He hesitated for a moment before saying:
"My Lord, how about I help you back to the palace?"
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