Chapter 239 Long time no see
Ying Wujiu had no mood to care about what had stabbed Fengsha's butt. He deliberately left his most powerful zombie puppet in the Demon Realm in order to keep an eye on Lu Yan. He didn't expect that these two people would secretly come to Feijue Peak without telling him.
“Blah——!”
Ying Wujiu coldly waved his sleeves, smashed the teacup on the table with one palm, and said with all his might, "Bring them back to me immediately!!"
The broken teacup was just like his mood at the moment, chaotic and could easily scratch someone if one wasn't careful.
At that time, Lu Yan and the corpse puppet were still unaware of the situation. After dawn, he and a group of disciples headed towards the exit of the dense forest. Although they encountered some troubles on the way, they were easily solved with the presence of the great elder Yue Deng.
Lu Yan seemed calm, but he had more on his mind. Although Lei Nu had discovered traces of him and the corpse puppet, she would not tell Ying Wujiu for a while due to various reasons. But the same could not be said for Feng Sha, as he was reckless and could not lie, so he was afraid that he could not hide it.
What you fear will come true. When they reached the exit of the dense forest, they saw a group of black-clothed demon cultivators waiting there. The leader was a man in green. He had a gold-thread mask on his face, so his features could not be seen. However, his voice sounded vaguely familiar:
"The guardian of Lord Wujiu, Hanba, has been ordered to come and greet you all. Please hand in your tokens to enter the second level of the trial."
It was Tang Su? !
Lu Yan and the corpse puppet looked at each other without leaving a trace, and both suppressed the turmoil in their hearts.
Although the Xianmen usually fight fiercely with the Demon Realm, they still have to be reasonable. They are polite, so you can't be too rude. Elder Yuedeng thanked them lightly, neither warm nor rude: "Thank you, may I ask how the second level trial is?"
The disciples behind her had already handed over the tokens in an orderly manner, no more, no less, just two per person.
The man wearing the golden mask nodded slightly and uttered two words slowly: "Beat, disperse!"
The battle was about to break out! As soon as he finished speaking, the hundreds of demon cultivators behind him suddenly rushed over, like wolves among a flock of sheep, instantly scattering everyone and heading towards the canyon. The disciples drew their swords in a panic, but were all defeated.
Yue Deng was shocked and thought that this group of demon cultivators were going to attack her secretly. She was about to use the golden bell to help, but a calming voice rang in her ears:
"Elder Yuedeng, don't panic. We are just dispersing them. No lives will be lost. You can come with us!"
A palm attacked from behind and pushed her out of the dense forest. The scene in front of her suddenly changed into a canyon that was towering into the clouds. She had actually entered another fantasy world!
The disciples were driven into the illusion of the second level of the trial. Suddenly, only Lu Yan and the corpse puppet were left at the exit of the dense forest. The man in green took off the gold mask on his face, bowed to them and sighed helplessly: "General Manager, Corpse Puppet General, how did you get out of the Demon Realm? Please follow me up the mountain. The master has something to see you two."
There is no need to tell a story here; it is clearly a desire to settle scores later.
Lu Yan thought that he had fallen into Ying Wujiu's hands, but he had expected this to happen, so he remained calm: "When did the Lord find out that the two of us were here?"
Tang Su: “Just now.”
Lu Yan asked: "Is the Lord angry?"
Tang Su hesitated: "This..."
Seeing that he looked nervous, Lu Yan smiled amiably, patted Tang Su on the shoulder and said, "Brother Tang, what are you afraid of? I was just asking casually. Aren't we going up the mountain? Let's go together. Don't keep the Lord waiting for too long."
Tang Su felt a stomachache when he saw Lu Yan's smiling face. He was misleading in the same way last time, and turned around and fed him a corpse-eating pill. Now he hasn't given him the antidote yet. Tang Su secretly groaned in his heart and hurriedly led the two of them up the mountain.
On the top of Feijue Peak is a huge martial arts arena that stretches as far as the eye can see and can easily accommodate people from dozens of sects. A black palace stands in the front, with towering mountains behind it, swaying in the wind and rain, and it is indescribably majestic.
Tang Su led the way, but just as he reached the door of the main hall, he heard the guard at the door whisper, "The master is meeting a guest, and he has told you to bring the chief steward up and temporarily place him in the back hall."
Tang Su was puzzled: "Guests? What guests?"
The guard said something shocking: "Led by Donyue from Wuwang Sect, assisted by Liu Baixuan from Feixing Sect, they brought the other sect leaders who participated in the Sword-asking Conference to visit us. There are about ten of them."
Tang Su thought, no wonder the Lord didn't even have time to see the chief steward: it turned out that group of people came over: "I know, you guys guard this place well, don't let those with ulterior motives take advantage of it."
He turned to Lu Yan and said, "General Manager, the Lord is meeting guests. I will take you to the back hall to rest first."
Lu Yan was not deaf, and he had heard most of what the guard had just said. He nodded and said, "It's more important to entertain the guests. I'll go to the back hall and wait."
I sighed in my heart, fearing that these guests might have bad intentions...
There were two seats in the front hall, and the leaders of various sects who came to visit sat opposite each other. At the lower left was a man in white with a jade crown on his hair. He had gentle brows and beautiful eyes, and looked quite compassionate. He was the leader of the Wuwang Sect. Opposite him, at the lower right sat an elegant middle-aged man, Liu Baixuan, the leader of the Feixing Sect. The two of them were the leaders of the joint visit from various sects this time.
"Master Tan, Ying Wujiu is too rude. Although this is his Demon Realm territory, we have come together to show him respect. He actually left us here to wait for so long!"
During the banquet, an old man saw that the teacup in front of him had gone cold, and he could not help but shout in anger, which aroused the subtle dissatisfaction of the people. However, the donor just raised his hand to suppress it, and was quite calm: "Since we are here, we should make the best of it. The lord may have been troubled by something. Since we are here to seek surrender, we should be more open-minded."
A low, lazy voice suddenly sounded from above:
"Master Tan is truly kind-hearted. It is no wonder that people call you the Sword of Compassion."
Everyone was startled and looked up at the same time, only to see a red figure appear on the railing on the second floor. The figure had a half-glass mask with a golden lotus pattern on his face. He was holding the railing with both hands and looking down at them. He must be the legendary new Lord of the Demon Realm, Ying Wujiu.
There was a hint of smile in the other person's eyes, and his emotions were hard to discern. The half of his face that was exposed was cold and stunning, a person I had never seen in the Three Realms before. However, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity about the unruly energy in his body.
Tan Yue remained silent, but his hands on his knees clenched silently, and blue veins were faintly visible.
Liu Baixuan said in a clear voice: "Since Lord Wujiu has arrived, why not come down and have a drink with everyone, so that we can share in the celebration!"
Ying Wujiu stood with his hands behind his back, and walked down the stairs, his voice light and indifferent: "I can be the master of the Demon Realm, but you can't be the master of the donor. In this case, the rest of you should leave. A bunch of people gathering here to make a lot of noise is giving me a headache."
These words were spoken without politeness. The old man who had complained earlier slammed the table and stood up: "Ying Wujiu, don't be so rude! If you are willing to return to the immortal sect and do good deeds today, we will forgive you for the past. But if you insist on being stubborn, we will make you the wrath of the entire Demon Realm! You must know that the previous Lord of the Demon Realm was tortured in the bone sword furnace for seven hundred years before he died. Don't follow his example..."
"Bang--!"
Before the old man could finish his words, Ying Wujiu waved his red sleeves, and he flew out and hit the Panlong black iron pillar beside him heavily. When he landed on the ground again, he spurted out a mouthful of blood. It turned out that his tendons and bones were broken, and his cultivation was shattered.
Everyone was shocked when they saw this, and stood up from their seats:
"Master Jin!"
"Master Jin, are you okay?!"
"What a cruel method, even the Dantian was shattered!"
They talked at once, shocked and angry, but no one dared to step forward to help. They didn't even dare to mention Ying Wujiu's name when blaming him, for fear that they would be the next to suffer.
Ying Wujiu closed his eyes, his expression gloomy. It was obvious that he had reached the limit of his patience: "It's so noisy!"
The red sleeves moved without wind, and just when someone was about to be in trouble, the donor suddenly said, "Then please go back to the guest hall to rest for a while, and I will discuss this matter with Master Ying."
Since he had spoken, it was difficult for others to refute him. After all, no one wanted to stay with Ying Wujiu, such an evil spirit. Upon hearing his words, they hurriedly carried the half-dead Lord Jin out. Feixing Sect's leader Liu Baixuan sighed and had to leave as well. For a moment, only Ying Wujiu and Tan Yue were left in the hall, plus a white-clothed attendant standing behind Tan Yue.
"This attendant is my confidant. He can neither speak nor hear. If you have anything to say, please feel free to speak."
While speaking, Tan Yue kept his eyes fixed on Ying Wujiu, trying to find some trace of an old acquaintance on the masked face of the other person. However, ordinary people might even forget what they did yesterday, and even the memory of immortal cultivators could not be much better. Hundreds of years were too long, and even the face became a little blurry.
Ying Wujiu stared at him with an unclear meaning, his eyes were cold and gloomy, like a poisonous snake: "Master Tan, I don't have anything to say to you. Now that you took the initiative to bring people to the Demon Realm, I would like to hear what you think."
The donor answered irrelevantly: "Ying Zunzhu looks very much like an old friend of mine."
Ying Wujiu: “Oh?”
Tan Yue: "That man is my junior fellow apprentice."
Ying Wujiu: “Oh.”
The donor smiled faintly, feeling sad and heartbroken: "It's a pity that he took the wrong path and died in the end."
Ying Wujiu: "And then?"
Don Yue: "I really hope that Master Ying can take the right path. Now that the immortal path is declining, and the demon realm is even more declining, it would be better for you to turn over a new leaf and join us in the great cause to find the last immortal fate in the Three Realms."
Ying Wujiu was neither angry nor annoyed. He picked up the wine pot on the table and slowly poured himself a glass of wine. He asked with interest, "Merge together? Is Sect Leader Tanyue planning to abdicate and give me the position of leader of the Immortal Alliance?"
The donor readily agreed, pretending not to have heard the hidden meaning in his words: "If the virtue of the Lord can convince the whole sect, what's wrong with me giving up the throne and letting the virtuous one take over?"
Ying Wujiu raised his eyebrows lightly: "Of course, I don't have the ability to convince others with virtue, but if you want to convince them by killing them, then it is possible."
Upon hearing this, the donor's eyes darkened, and his aura suddenly rose, implying: "If the Lord wants to kill someone, you can give it a try."
Ying Wujiu curled his lips and smiled: "Do you think I have never tried it?"
He was not affected at all by the donor and with a casual wave of his sleeves, he dispersed the pressure that the other party had deliberately exerted in the air. Instead, the latter's face changed and his eyes were filled with surprise.
At that moment, they both felt the presence of souls in each other. The huge front hall instantly turned into a turbulent seabed. It seemed calm, but in fact, it was colliding with murderous aura.
At that time, Lu Yan hid his aura and was hiding in the compartment upstairs to peek. He was much more sensitive to the aura of the heart and soul than anyone else, so he could naturally sense the existence of the heart and soul on the donor. But what surprised him was that the aura of the heart and soul on the other person was quite strong, and there seemed to be more than one piece!
Lu Yan's eyes flickered, and his mind turned over and over. Yes, Tan Yue had thought of sending people to hunt down and kill Miss Henhong's father and take his soul several years ago. Such things must have happened countless times. As the leader of the world's number one sect, there would naturally be countless people willing to serve him with just one order. Maybe he had secretly taken away several pieces.
At this moment, Lu Yan was just glad that he had made the trip and taken out the flesh-and-blood Buddha and the soul from Hen Hong in advance, otherwise they would definitely fall into the hands of the donors.
As he thought about this, he looked downstairs again, his eyes swept across Ying Wujiu and Tan Yue who were at loggerheads, and finally stopped at the servant in white standing quietly behind the table. The man was almost completely facing sideways towards Lu Yan, and his face was a little unclear, but he felt inexplicably familiar.
Just as Lu Yan was about to take a closer look, the man below suddenly raised his head, looked straight at him, smiled at him, and moved his lips silently:
"Long time no see."
Lu Yan's expression changed.
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