Chapter 105 The Merciless Demon Lord 6 He has hidden a lot from you.
Lu Wufeng looked at this person who looked exactly like Jian Ziyan, his eyes were frighteningly dark.
Although no one present dared to urge him, everyone's eyes revealed the same question: Is this person really Jian Ziyan?
No one can be more certain of this than Lu Wufeng.
Seeing that Lu Wufeng did not move, the man knelt on the ground and crawled a few steps, came to Lu Wufeng's feet, and rubbed his face against the corner of Lu Wufeng's clothes, his pretty face full of flattery and fawning.
"Wufeng, please save me. As long as you save me, you can do whatever you want to me when we get back..."
Lu Wufeng didn't react, and the people around him suddenly burst into an uproar.
"This Jian Ziyan is actually the Demon Lord? He actually acts so flatteringly!"
"He actually seduced... seduced Immortal Lord Wufeng in front of everyone? How shameless!"
"Is this the Taoist partner of Immortal Wufeng? Really... Really..."
The person who said this happened to see Chu Yeshu and swallowed back the unpleasant words he wanted to say.
Chu Yeshu didn't pay attention to what the others were saying. He had never seen Jian Ziyan before, and his eyes widened when he saw this man acting like this.
Little did they know, his heart was filled with the same shock as theirs.
This is Senior Brother’s Taoist partner? This… apart from a face, what on earth is there that Senior Brother likes about this person?
Faced with the undisguised contempt of the crowd, this man pretended not to hear it and still tried his best to get close to Lu Wufeng, even wanting to squeeze himself into his body.
"Wufeng, please, save me..."
Before he could finish his deliberately soft and charming voice, Lu Wufeng raised his leg and kicked him out mercilessly, and he fell heavily to the ground.
No matter who saw it, this kick was merciless. The man immediately vomited blood and curled up on the ground.
Everyone suddenly fell silent, all eyes fell on Lu Wufeng, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet.
Lu Wufeng suppressed the terrifying red light in his eyes and said coldly: "He is not Jian Ziyan."
As soon as these words were spoken, there were gasps of surprise from all around.
With no one paying attention, Haochu took a deep breath, his expression became natural, and he quietly loosened his clenched fingers under his robe sleeves.
Lu Wufeng stared coldly at the person who was struggling to breathe on the ground, then walked over there.
Anger was boiling in his chest. If there wasn't something more important that needed to be figured out, he would have killed the person who dared to impersonate Jian Ziyan with that kick just now.
How dare he act so ugly with that face?
Not to mention that he had just thrown Jian Ziyan into the purgatory with his own hands, did this person think that he could deceive him just by having a face?
If Jian Ziyan wanted to seduce people, why would he use such despicable means? Even if he was fickle and easily attracted to other women, he would never fawn on others like this and expose his ugly side!
Even though he had used these words to provoke Jian Ziyan in a rage, he had never looked down on Jian Ziyan's pride in his heart. That was the peerless charm that he couldn't help but be attracted to in two consecutive lives. How could it be limited by just a face?
Lu Wufeng slowly walked towards the impostor. He shook his wrist under his robe sleeve, and his natal sword "White Crane" appeared in his hand. The moment the man raised his head, he gently pressed it against his throat.
"Who are you?" Lu Wufeng asked.
"Wu, Wufeng, I'm Ayan." The counterfeit was still pretending, tears streaming down his face, begging pitifully, "How can you bear to be so cruel to me..."
There was cold frost between Lu Wufeng's brows. He pushed the sword forward expressionlessly. The tip of the sword pierced through the skin on his neck and hit the most fatal spot.
The fake's expression finally changed.
His pitiful expression disappeared immediately, and he stared at Lu Wufeng gloomily and fiercely, laughing strangely: "Lu Wufeng, you are so cruel... You can kill such a beautiful woman, who has had physical contact with you for hundreds of years."
Everyone thought that Lu Wufeng had recognized the fake identity of this person and that was why he was so aggressive. Only Lu Wufeng himself knew that this sentence had an impact on him.
"I'll ask again." Lu Wufeng's eyes were already glowing red, "Who are you?"
"Jian Ziyan" stopped laughing and stared at Lu Wufeng with a gloomy look, as if he wished he could eat his flesh and blood.
"Since it's not Jian Ziyan, then can't you smart people guess my identity?"
As he spoke, this handsome face began to waver, and his body quickly grew from well-proportioned and slender to bloated. In just a few breaths, the handsome young man disappeared, and a burly man with a face full of scars appeared in front of everyone.
This scarred man is well-known in both the immortal and demon worlds. The moment his true face was revealed, everyone recognized his identity.
The left protector of Xiaogu Palace is Miao Chu.
Miao Chu's voice was no longer pretentious, and he sneered, "Lu Wufeng, are you happy or disappointed to see that I am not Jian Ziyan?"
Lu Wufeng ignored his provocative words and asked, "Everyone present has a magic weapon to detect disguises, but no one has discovered your identity. How did you pretend to be Jian Ziyan?"
When the people behind him heard his words, they all looked ashamed.
Those who were able to participate in this arrest operation were all well-known disciples from the two sects, but none of them recognized that Jian Ziyan was a fake, and they were still excited about catching the Demon Lord so easily.
“Maybe I know this question.”
Haochu pushed aside the crowd and walked to Lu Wufeng. He looked at the grinning Miao Chu with disgust and said, "It is said that there is a method that can completely transform a person into another person. It is a weird spell that requires the essence of the heart and blood of the person being disguised."
"Heart...blood?"
"That's right." Haochu's eyes showed obvious anxiety, and he spoke faster. "Using this method to change one's identity, one can not only disguise the appearance, but the disguised person can even obtain the disguised person's memory. In other words, one can almost perfectly disguise oneself as another person."
This answer was beyond everyone's expectations. Even Lu Wufeng suddenly raised his eyelashes and looked straight at Haochu.
No cultivator is unaware of the preciousness of the essence and blood in his heart.
Even if one has extraordinary cultivation, the number of blood essence in the heart of each cultivator is fixed at five drops, which contains all the cultivation and lifespan of the cultivator. If one drop is lost, the cultivation will be greatly reduced, and even the almost endless life will come to an end.
The more blood and essence one loses, the closer one will be to a mortal. However, when all five drops of blood and essence are lost, one will become worse than a mortal and become complete waste.
What Miao Chu said actually meant that he had obtained Jian Ziyan's heart essence and blood?
"This is impossible!" Some of the disciples could not help but say, "Jian Ziyan is the Demon Lord. How can a Left Protector take his heart essence and blood?"
"Demon Lord?"
A faint light flashed in Miao Chu's eyes, and his voice sounded strange.
“He’s lost five drops of his heart’s blood. He’s a complete loser, but you guys have actually believed him for so many years. You think he’s the supreme Demon Lord in the Demon Realm. You righteous people are so stupid that it’s too funny…Hahahaha! Hahahahaha!”
As he said this, he actually laughed out loud with his head raised. Even though he was in such a weak position, one could see a sense of unruly arrogance in him.
His words were like a bolt from the blue, causing a huge storm in the hearts of the people in the immortal sect.
Lu Wufeng's eyes suddenly became extremely empty, and Haochu's face suddenly became extremely terrifying. He didn't even care about his demeanor, and directly grabbed Miao Chu's collar and lifted him up.
"You, said, what?" He gritted his teeth and spoke each word with certainty, "He lost... five drops of his heart's blood?"
Miao Chu stopped laughing. He looked at the man with bulging veins on his forehead, another high and mighty immortal king, with mockery in his eyes.
"It seems that even now, he hasn't told you anything."
The memories read by the disguised person only ended before the disguised person took out his blood essence, so Miao Chu had no idea what happened afterwards.
Haochu's pupils suddenly shrank, and before he could sort out his thoughts, Lu Wufeng's emotionless voice came from the side.
"What is he hiding?
? "
Haochu subconsciously looked back, but was stunned.
Lu Wufeng appeared to be very calm, but even under this calmness, he could see the gloomy madness in those black eyes at a glance.
At this moment, only Lu Wufeng himself knew that his thoughts had fallen into chaos. The madness and rationality that had originally maintained a delicate balance were gradually tilting towards the former. However, he wanted to figure out what was going on so much that he strangled the crazy part of the carnival.
He asked again: "What should he tell us?"
Miao Chu's gaze shifted to him, and he scanned him up and down carefully. There was no mockery in his previous treatment of Hao Chu, and his eyes, which were not at all kind, were full of evaluation and scrutiny.
Then he seemed extremely confused and muttered to himself: "It's just such an ordinary thing, is it really worth his efforts?"
This sentence seemed to have hit some kind of mechanism. Everyone only felt a white shadow flash before their eyes, and Lu Wufeng instantly appeared in front of Miao Chu. He raised his hand and waved it, and a ring-shaped golden light came out from under Miao Chu's hood, and Miao Chu immediately showed some pain.
"This is a demon-suppressing ring, specially designed to deal with demon cultivators like you. The higher the cultivation level, the more pain you will suffer." Lu Wufeng's voice was cold without a trace of warmth. "If you don't want to be tortured and then die miserably, answer my questions as soon as possible."
"I... answer, I answer!" Miao Chu took a breath and said quickly, "I'll tell you everything you want to know. Take this thing first!"
He was very aware of the current situation. Since Lu Wufeng had something that could defeat him, he had to stay away for the time being. Moreover, if Jian Ziyan really had not told Lu Wufeng anything, then when he knew the truth, it would be the best time to kill him!
Miao Chu pretended to be in unbearable pain, but a clear red light flashed in his eyes.
Lu Wufeng raised his hand to take back the Demon-Suppressing Ring and stared at him without saying a word.
Miao Chu gasped twice and sat up from the ground. He looked up at Lu Wufeng and Hao Chu with deep eyes, then looked at the people from the immortal sect behind him who had either surprised or solemn expressions and did not dare to make a sound at this time, and cleared his throat.
"He has hidden so much from you... I don't even know where to start." He said, "Let me ask you first, do you know his true race?"
"Race?"
This question was really strange. Everyone looked at each other. Only Lu Wufeng looked pale and murmured, "Fox."
Haochu instantly turned his head and looked at him, with such force that he almost thought he was going to break his own neck.
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