Chapter 110 Come and see your master! "He's so eager to see me..."
Lou Yan was stunned for a moment.
He hadn't heard Heng Qichun's name for a long time, but during the 113 days he had been here, he hadn't stopped thinking about that name for a single moment.
Even though he had considered many possibilities, when the moment actually arrived, he was completely lost and at a loss.
what to do?
The tiger demon looked up at him anxiously. Lou Yan forced himself to calm down and sat back in the heavy ebony chair until the cool temperature of the chair back gradually enveloped his body.
The coolness soothed the restless demonic energy, and he was finally able to calm down gradually.
"I won't see him." He curled his fingers and tapped the chair, saying coldly, "If he wants to see me, let him wait outside."
"We'll communicate again when you show sincerity."
The tiger demon hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
Lou Yan's words had exhausted most of his strength. Seeing the tiger demon kneeling there motionless with a bruised and swollen face, he thought the stupid thing hadn't understood.
Finally, Lou Yan's patience was completely exhausted. He suddenly raised his hand, and a burst of spiritual energy transformed into a sharp whip, which lashed out at the tiger demon's arm with a "snap".
"It means that if he wants to see me, he shouldn't attack the people of the Nine Netherworld Realm. He can come and tell me when he stops attacking them!"
"Can you even understand what I'm saying?!"
The tiger demon cried out in pain, clutching its arm and howling in agony for a long while.
Only after confirming that Louyan had no intention of continuing its attack did it muster its courage to get up from the ground, wipe away the tears and snot that had appeared during its wailing with its paws, and say, "But...but..."
"But what?" Lou Yan thought of a possibility, "Is he really that eager to see me?"
If that were the case... a secret sense of pride suddenly welled up inside him.
Ultimately, his purpose in having the tiger demon keep people outside was merely to dampen the arrogance of the High God Heng Qichun and, incidentally, to clarify his own stance. As long as Heng Qichun offered him a way out, he wouldn't mind...
The tiger demon's wailing interrupted his thoughts, "But he said that you, Demon Lord, must personally come out to see him!"
Lou Yan: ...
Lou Yan collapsed back onto the ebony chair, his breathing heavy and labored. His panting caused the demonic energy to surge even more erratically, and his eyes turned bloodshot.
After an unknown amount of time, he heard the tiger demon kneeling below ask in astonishment, "What was that sound? Who's grinding their teeth?"
"Demon Lord, has our Nine Netherworld Realm recently recruited a rat demon?"
Lou Yan chuckled lightly, and all the dark emotions were dispelled by her question.
He stood up, personally straightened his elaborate robes, folded up a section of the cuff, and opened the collar to reveal a more open expanse of skin on his chest.
He stared at the bulging muscles and the deep grooves on his chest, and nodded in satisfaction.
"Demon Lord! Our brothers are about to be killed by that Pixiu he brought!" The tiger demon, thinking Lou Yan intended to fight him to the death, immediately rolled on the ground, crying and begging, "Your subordinate begs the Demon Lord, please go out and see him!!!"
"If you'd just go out and see him once, I'd be your servant for the rest of my life!"
Seeing him with tears streaming down his face, Lou Yan thought to herself, "Never mind then."
If he's already this stupid in this life, if there's a next life, he'll be worse than a pig or a dog, let alone a cow or a horse.
Lou Yan waved to him, then got up and walked down the steps.
His steps were smooth and without any hesitation.
The poor tiger demon thought it was its sincerity that had moved the Demon Lord.
The sounds of battle were rising outside the Abyss of No Form.
The rich fragrance of lotus flowers masked the original demonic aura of the place, and a water-colored barrier, growing larger and larger, blocked all the demons that wanted to approach.
The figure within the barrier was fair and delicate, with a spotless robe that fluttered in the wind, revealing an exceptionally cold and indifferent face.
It was Heng who abandoned spring.
The deity's reputation was widespread, and many demons recognized him. This immediately aroused the murderous intent of countless demons, who rushed forward to break through the barrier, attempting to kill the god and gain merit in front of the Demon Lord.
Without Heng Qichun needing to lift a finger, the Pixiu cub, perched on his shoulder, attacked one after another, until the demons of the Nine Netherworld were writhing in agony, rolling on the ground and turning back into their original forms one by one.
The little thing has grown a bit more. Lou Yan thought, looking at the Pixiu cub.
He didn't approach, but secretly formed a ghost seal under the cover of a withered old tree.
A pale golden ring was drawn by spiritual power, and in an instant, demonic energy surged, and countless demons rushed out from the ghost seal—approaching Heng Qichun directly.
Within the barrier, Heng Qichun turned around with a glance.
Her white hair was gathered by spiritual energy, and amidst the intertwined spiritual light, her slender white figure stood out exceptionally serenely.
As the ferocious-looking demons rushed faster and faster, breaking through the barrier set up by Heng Qichun, the young Pixiu cried out in terror.
In the blink of an eye, Heng Qichun's face was already there.
The demons are formed from demonic energy, and there are hundreds or even thousands of them. Each one is full of resentment. If you are bitten by one of them, you will either die or have your cultivation completely destroyed.
But Heng Qichun showed no intention of raising his hand to resist.
He simply stared intently in the direction of Lou Yan with his deep, watery eyes. His fair face was obscured by the demonic aura emanating from the demon, and his plain robes fluttered rapidly under the surge of spiritual energy.
The demon was only half an inch away from him.
With a "plop".
At the last moment, Lou Yan summoned back the demons, only to suffer a backlash and kneel on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
The sounds of fierce fighting ceased immediately.
People generally believe that the demons in the Nine Netherworld Realm have sensed the descent of the Demon Bone and thus spontaneously pledged allegiance to Lou Yan, but they do not know that the entire Wuxiang Abyss is maintained by Lou Yan's spiritual power.
From the bricks and rubble in the Wuxiang Abyss to the countless demons entrenched here, all are controlled by Louyan's demonic energy.
At this moment, the demons, who were filled with murderous intent, clearly felt the fluctuation of spiritual energy and turned around in unison.
Lou Yan, disregarding his embarrassment, was clutching his chest and breathing heavily.
The ghost seal broke too quickly, causing all the spiritual power in his body to surge up at once. The demonic bones, with their overwhelming killing power, collided with the remaining spiritual veins of the immortal sect in his body. Intense pain spread from his dantian to the meridians throughout his body, swirling around a spot on his chest that was difficult to discern.
He closed his eyes, trying to forcefully suppress the sharp pain with demonic energy, but the sudden activation of his spiritual power triggered an even greater pain.
A cold sweat instantly swept over his entire body, beads of sweat condensed on his forehead, and his face turned deathly pale.
The more he tried to suppress this excruciating pain, the more violently he trembled.
The sensation of touch was amplified infinitely, and all his senses pressed down on him, instantly pulling him back to that lost and unclaimed memory from his previous life.
Lou Yan gritted his teeth and endured it, and his bones began to make unnatural creaking sounds.
pain……
After an unknown amount of time, I suddenly felt a delicate lotus fragrance wafting to my nose.
Something gently covered his forehead, like a clear spring flowing continuously in spring, drawing away all the spiritual energy from the immortal sects within him.
He removed everything that caused him unbearable pain.
Lou Yan opened her eyes with trembling hands, and only then did she see clearly that it was Heng Qichun's finger, which she had longed for for 113 days.
Heng Qichun didn't look at him, but simply moved his finger to touch the center of his forehead, silently chanting an incantation. Immediately, a light-colored spiritual light appeared on his fingertip.
Sensing the rapid loss of spiritual energy belonging to the immortal sect, Lou Yan panicked for a moment. Ignoring the pain in his hands and feet that were almost cramping, he knelt on the ground and tightly grabbed Heng Qichun's wrist.
Those fierce wolf eyes suddenly turned red.
He gripped Heng Qichun's wrist tightly, his voice hoarse as he spoke: "No..."
"Master...Master, please don't..."
Heng Qichun ignored his pleas and, without changing the lotus incantation in her hand, forcefully extracted certain energies from his body.
"Please..."
"don't want……"
Lou Yan begged bitterly.
He was already the Demon Lord of the Nine Netherworld, yet in the Abyss of No Form, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he still knelt down and begged.
Useless effort.
Until Heng Qichun withdrew his hand.
The feeling of repulsion against his demonic energy finally disappeared. Lou Yan looked down with red eyes, then raised his hand with trembling hands and touched his dantian in disbelief.
Empty.
He completely lost the immortal veins he had painstakingly cultivated, which also meant that he lost his identity as Heng Qichun's chief disciple.
Even though he was stabbed to death by Heng Qichun in his previous life, he had never felt so lost and helpless as he did now.
The pain throughout his body had long since disappeared along with the loss of his immortal veins. Lou Yan knelt on the ground in front of Heng Qichun, his eyes bloodshot, a black mole hanging brightly under his eye, like a tear left by a demon before its death.
It has been going on for a long time.
The demons looked at each other, and even those who were not yet fully sane could roughly sense that their Demon Lord had suffered a great injustice.
...How dare you let the Demon Lord suffer an injustice?!
The tiger demon, protecting its master, jumped up with a roar after realizing this, and once again overturned the tranquility of the Abyss of No Form.
"How dare you disrespect the Demon Lord! Prepare to die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the white tiger transformed into its original form and pounced on Heng Qichun.
Heng Qichun's gaze remained unchanged, fixed on the wolf cub kneeling before him, sobbing with its head down. Suddenly, he sighed and, as the white tiger pounced, easily cast a magic spell, sending the tiger to a hundred-foot-high cliff.
A piercing tiger roar erupted from the Abyss of No Form.
"call out!"
And the praise for the Pixiu.
Seeing this, the other demons dared not approach, but stood aside, watching with predatory eyes, waiting expectantly for the Demon Lord and this arrogant man to fight to the death.
Soon, they saw the Demon Lord prop himself up on the ground and stand up, lifting his robe sleeves, his face turning gloomy in an instant.
It seems we really have to fight to the death...
But the Demon Lord opened his mouth, not to issue a battle order, but to say—"Get out of here."
The demons were momentarily stunned, unsure if the words were directed at them.
But before they could "get out," they saw the man in white enter the Demon Palace on his own, only saying as he brushed past the Demon Lord, "You get in here."
The Demon Lord did not move, but stood on the stone steps outside the Demon Palace for a long time with bloodshot eyes.
It really felt like they had suffered a tremendous injustice.
The demons looked at each other in bewilderment.
Much later, they saw the Demon Lord loosen his clenched back teeth, and reluctantly follow them inside with a sour face.
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