The high-level demon in the interrogation room escaped, which was undoubtedly a big slap in the face of the Fengling Sword Sect.
Mu Yu was extremely angry and increased the security measures to capture other demons.
This time the demons really can't escape, but these demons will turn into a black dried corpse after two nights at most.
The evil energy seemed to be sucked away by something.
An elder who knows the demons well said that this is a sacrifice technique used by the demons to their kings, using their own power to nourish the weak demon lords to grow rapidly.
Recently, there have been rumors in the world of immortal cultivation that the demon species that appears once every five thousand years has been born.
Therefore, Fengling Sword Sect had to suspect that the demon species might exist within the sect.
Therefore, Fengling Sword Sect increased the intensity of barrier protection and the search for dangerous objects in the area.
For a short period of time afterwards, there were no accidents in the Xian Sect and it was relatively safe.
On the first day Zhao Zhao regained his freedom, he hurried to Yongqi Palace.
He went to the bedroom and followed the clear smell. In the dark space, he saw the young man sitting on the bed in meditation again, covered in black air.
A blood-red demonic mark faintly appeared between his brows, highlighting the demonic and evil spirit on the young man's handsome face for no reason.
A good sword king suddenly turned into the appearance of a demon king. Zhao Zhao's heart skipped a beat. Thinking of the thing on his neck, he walked forward without restraint.
"Senior Brother?"
He fell into his inner demons again.
Zhao Zhao formed seals with his hands, and a light green aura with a soothing feel entered Si Yi's body.
This was a new soothing technique he had learned during the period when he was forbidden to travel, and he learned it specifically for Si Yi.
Originally, with his weak level, he didn't expect to learn it, but he didn't expect that he seemed to be particularly talented in this area and mastered it in three days.
Zhao Zhao didn't have much spiritual power, so while comforting Si Yi, he took a lot of spiritual power-increasing pills. His efforts paid off, and after an hour, Si Yi's breathing gradually stabilized and he slowly opened his eyes.
The bloody mark on the forehead also slowly faded away.
He breathed a sigh of relief, then collapsed towards Si Yi, unable to hold on any longer. "I'm so tired."
Si Yi caught his body lightly. His eyes were complicated as he said, "You don't have to worry about me."
In fact, his soothing technique had no effect at all. He was still agitated and wanted to kill people in a bloodthirsty way.
Si Yi held down his restless arm, and waited until it calmed down before he gently stroked Zhao Zhao's black hair.
"Zhao Zhao, I can't seem to hold on any longer."
A soft voice echoed in the quiet bedroom. Zhao Zhao woke up in shock from his dying dream and tightly grasped Si Yi's hand.
He looked at him, who seemed to be as normal as could be, with a look of disbelief on his face, "You're lying! You look better than me."
Compared to himself, who seemed to have been drained of all his energy, Si Yi, whose face was flushed, did not look like he could hold on.
Zhao Zhao felt cheated and was so angry that his face turned red and he wanted to punch him.
Finally, considering his physical condition, he let go and calmed down.
During this period, Si Yi's reaction was always indifferent, he just looked at Zhao Zhao and smiled.
Zhao Zhao was annoyed: "Stop laughing." He pulled the corner of Si Yi's mouth down, not wanting to see that smiling face at all.
Seeing Si Yi still being indulgent, Zhao Zhao's eyes were dazed. If it were before, he would never have dared to get so close to the rumored unkind Sword King.
"The Sword Sect is searching for demon seeds. More than half of the disciples have been tested. I think it's time for me to face my fate."
His tone was indifferent, as if he didn't care at all.
In fact, it’s not that he doesn’t care, it’s just that he is powerless to do anything.
Everything was developing towards the worst outcome. The demonic energy of those dead demons was supplied to the demon seeds in their bodies.
The demon species is getting stronger day by day, but on the contrary, the spiritual energy in its body is decreasing and its cultivation is also declining.
He was fighting for consciousness with his inner demons every moment. The evil monkey thoughts in his mind were always instigating and deceiving him. Even the most powerful consciousness could not withstand it.
"Zhao Zhao, for someone like me who is neither immortal nor demon, death seems to be the only relief." He looked down at him and smiled with relief.
He will not become a demon and will never oppose the world of immortal cultivation.
"Zhao Zhao, if one day I can't control myself, please kill me."
Zhao Zhao's eyes widened, and those words flashed over and over in his mind.
Facing those eyes that were reddened with fatigue again, he said in a trembling voice, "You...you actually have such thoughts."
Si Yi smiled indifferently: "Actually, I had this thought on the first day I discovered the demon seed in my body."
"It's a monotonous, boring, painful and torturous life, but it doesn't matter. Death will bring peace."
"It's just Zhao Zhao, I hope it's you who kills me, otherwise I won't be reconciled."
The arrogant Sword King was unwilling to die easily at the hands of others.
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