"Why do you suddenly want to kill him?" Chang Qing was shocked. This person had not expressed his opinion earlier, but he did not expect that he would suddenly turn into a fierce dragon crossing the river and want to kill Chang Ming!
If the young man carrying the magic sword is Sun Wukong and is against Chang Ming, Chang Qing would naturally want to see it, but if he is killed directly, he strongly opposes it.
"Wu, fellow Daoist, brother, please don't be impulsive!" Chang Qing's liver was trembling, and even the way he addressed him kept changing.
He had just passed the night meeting of "Nothingness". If the other party suddenly attacked and killed Chang Ming, the tribesmen in the outside world would definitely think that he broke the rules and hired someone to kill.
The Demon Palace allows disciples to compete and follows the principle of the strong rising to the top, but it will never allow such internal friction. There is no worse incident than this.
"I feel like he wants to kill me." Wang Xuan responded secretly. Of course, the reason was not this, he himself didn't care.
The main reason was that Chang Ming was threatening Zhong Cheng with his words and deeds. If this person won the competition, Zhong Cheng's future situation would be worrying.
"You can't kill him." Zhong Cheng was also shocked. Chang Ming was born in a remote place. If he really died, it would definitely attract very terrifying masters. He was worried that something would happen to "Wu" because of this.
Although the possibility of Wang Xuan was ruled out, Zhong Cheng believed that he might be related to the people in the mother universe, and he could not be allowed to provoke the secular temple and lose his life.
He eagerly stopped him and said, "The True Saint will not care and will not stop at this level. However, there is an extraordinary person among Chang Ming's blood relatives, and his strength is terrifying."
Chang Qing quickly sent a message, saying that if he wanted to kill Chang Ming, he had to do so in hell, as that place was extremely chaotic. It would be normal for a descendant who had been personally instructed by a True Saint to die in battle.
"Brother Wu, don't take any risks. There's no need to put yourself in danger. If Chang Ming wants to kill you, I will step in to stop him. Don't be impulsive." Chang Qing dissuaded him again.
For a moment, he felt it was ridiculous. Who was Chang Ming? He came from a foreign land, was a descendant of a true saint, and actually asked his enemy to beg for mercy and save his life?
Wang Xuan didn't say anything else and decided to take his time.
Of course, to be on the safe side, it would be better for him to go to hell to hunt. After all, the true saints in the legends of Piaomiao are hanging high in the world, and no extraordinary person dares to say that he can travel across the sea of stars.
The moonlight was like water, sprinkling all over the Liuhua River. Many spirit fish flew up from the water and floated in the night sky. They were in various shapes and colorful. They were actually dancing, which was extremely beautiful at night.
At the same time, beautiful music sounded, including melodious flute sounds and tinkling piano sounds, turning into tangible symbols, blooming in the night sky, accompanied by the flow of fairy mist, with a mysterious beauty in the haziness.
Chang Ming stood on the painted boat, leaning on the railing and looking out, saying, "Brother Wu, enjoy it. You are lucky tonight, as you can see Fairy Shenyue dancing in person. You may not be able to see it again in the future."
He sentenced the person in front of him to death. After tonight, he will completely disappear from the world.
"Why?" Wang Xuan stood at the bow, looking at the wide, sparkling river, and then looking at the fairy mist and soft glow in the night sky.
A fairy in colorful clothes walked on the moonlight, emerging from the fairy mist, her long black hair fluttering in the air. In the haze, she looked incomparably holy and otherworldly as she danced gracefully under the night sky.
Chang Ming said, "Fairy Shenyue has been in the world for many years. Her training in the mortal world is about to end. It is time for her to come out into the world. She will go to Piaomiao Palace for retreat to prepare for the journey to hell."
He raised his glass and saluted the Fairy Shenyue in the night sky from afar with a bright smile and a face full of appreciation.
Piaomiao Palace is not an ordinary place. It is a well-known top sect in Liuxia Star Region. The most important thing is that there are legends about the True Saint.
In the past, a young man with amnesia wandered in Piaomiao Palace. Afterwards, he killed two invading strange people and left with the woman who took care of him.
Chang Ming said: "Everyone who has extraordinary ambitions will go to hell once, otherwise they will feel that there is something missing on their path of cultivation."
Both banks of the Liuhua River were crowded with people, and on the large pleasure boats there were many figures looking at the night sky, raising their glasses, watching the figures dancing under the moon, and exclaiming in admiration.
There is no doubt that Piao Miao Palace is protected by the True Saint, and the important disciples of this sect walking in the world are therefore the focus of much attention, especially since tonight may be the last dance.
"How?" Chang Ming asked.
Wang Xuan nodded and said, "Yes, the dance moves are not tainted by worldly airs, but shine with the stars and the moon, with a kind of Taoist charm. I see that many people are mesmerized and calmed by it, and resonate with it spiritually."
Then, he realized that this was the peculiarity of the extraordinary scriptures of Piaomiao Palace, using the spiritual resonance of many dancers to practice his own method.
Fairy Shenyue danced gracefully, like an elf in the night sky, and was indeed infinitely beautiful and impeccable. Moreover, she herself was also in a certain wonderful state, using the resonance of the spiritual realms of many extraordinary people, and she had an epiphany.
"Let's go. Goodbye." Wang Xuan said goodbye and flew up into the night sky.
This time, Chang Ming did not try to persuade him to stay, as he decided to find someone to do it himself. Ling San had stood him up, so he could not borrow someone else's knife for the time being.
"Have a nice journey!" Chang Ming said lightly.
Wang Xuan glanced at him and said nothing. He sensed a sense of malice in his heart, but he didn't care.
“See you again if we’re lucky.” After the dance, Fairy Shen Yue also flew into the sky, landed on a large ship, and flew away through the clouds and mist.
On the banks of the Liuhua River, many people had not yet come to their senses and were still immersed in the ethereal dance atmosphere just now.
"Old He, it's time to start now." Chang Ming spoke with a calm expression, "No matter how talented you are, if I don't use you, it's useless. I'm giving you a chance, but you're on the wrong side. Then just disappear as soon as possible."
"Old He, where are you going?" Chang Qing appeared, standing under the moonlight, his face a little cold, blocking the way, saying: "Wu has already agreed to go to hell with me. You come from the outside world, don't follow the rules, and want to interfere in the matter between me and Chang Ming?"
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