Mountain dwelling practice: I am a gentle guest in the world

Chapter 992

In front of the Snow Palace, Yun Changsheng did not accept the female cultivator's suggestion of wanting the world to be in chaos. He just wanted to make the Demon King speechless and surrender to the judgment of the immortals.

The origin of this stone is unknown, and it currently only exudes a bit of pure demonic energy.

All they had to do was put it in the Demon Lord's bedroom and hide it somewhere, and then they would be able to frame him when Xiao Jing's people came to search. If the scope of the demonic energy was expanded, the entire Snow Region would be affected. If the stone had an extraordinary origin, it would also affect the entire Immortal Region.

He only wanted to deal with the Demon Lord, not the entire fairyland.

"Next time you make a random suggestion, you won't have to follow me." He said slowly, without looking away.

She doesn't need to follow, she will die. She knows too much, he won't let her go out alive and talk nonsense. The female cultivator felt a little scared, took a step back with timidity, and replied with lowered eyebrows:

"Yes."

Yun Changsheng didn't care about her answer at all, and cast a spell to find a hall with the strongest fairy spirit. Because his Taoist partner was a little fairy with little practice, the place with strong fairy spirit was either the demon master's training hall or the bedroom.

The cobblestone was sent in and it circled the room.

This room should be a training room, because the furnishings inside are too plain, there is not even a desk. I can't just throw it in the center, that would be too deliberate. After thinking about it, I cast a spell to sink it into the ground in the middle of the room.

In the center of the hall was a large, smooth, round straw mat, which was probably where the Demon Lord usually practiced.

It was most appropriate to bury the magic stone underneath, which meant that he usually used magic energy to practice. At the moment, he was treating his Taoist partner's injuries, so it was inevitable that he would be contaminated with a lot of magic energy. Let's see how he explains it later.

After everything was settled, Yun Changsheng, who had been looking sullen all the time, finally smiled with satisfaction.

He turned around and disappeared in the wind and snow with the female cultivator and the few people who had re-condensed, leaving behind a spell to wipe out all traces. Not to mention other immortals, even if the father emperor and mother came in person, they might not be able to find any traces of his presence.

……

In the space, watching his Taoist partner's face gradually regain its youthfulness and the scar on his left cheek disappearing, Qing Su was relieved but did not dare to take it lightly. With the disappearance of his power, his internal injuries would be out of control if he relaxed a little.

Not only would he be unable to save his lover, he would also be in danger of saving himself.

He knew who went to the Snow Region. When those people broke into the barrier, everyone's face passed clearly in front of him. Not to mention Yun Changsheng, even if the Emperor Yun came in person, he couldn't kill him, at most he could injure him.

But Emperor Yun would not kill him. If he died, the snow region adjacent to the Demon Realm would collapse, and the Fairyland would lose a layer of protection.

Although Yun Changsheng was not able to kill him, he must have had an intention in appearing in the Snow Region. In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and plots were in vain. This bug, once this matter is over, I will settle the accounts of my husband and wife with him.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, putting aside all distracting thoughts, focusing wholeheartedly on her and his own injuries, slowly and evenly transferring his energy to help her repair her meridians.

Once her injuries recover to the Jindan level, she can use medicine and reduce his burden.

but……

Ever since he noticed someone intruding into the snowy area, he had been prepared for disturbance. It was not until images flashed before his eyes from time to time that he could not even see his lover sitting opposite him clearly, that he realized that he had taken it for granted.

It's okay, it's just dizziness. It won't affect his ability to transfer his energy to her to heal her injuries.

He opened his eyes, letting the images flicker in his pupils. There was no other way. If he closed his eyes, the images in his mind would become clearer, so that he couldn't even see her situation.

However, the images became more and more numerous, and there was a demonic aura. When he could no longer bear it, he had to raise his voice and call for her guardian mount: "Aman..."

Ah Man was standing guard outside the main hall. The space was deathly silent. His voice was not loud but very clear. It quickly let out a cry and teleported into the hall to take a look. Wow! It was so frightened that it fell to the ground from mid-air and rolled twice.

Staring at the silver-haired immortal whose body was shrouded in demonic energy, its limbs were stiff and its body was cold, and it could not speak a single word:

“Respect, respect, respect…”

"Come here," the silver-haired immortal felt the pain in his head becoming more and more unbearable because of it, and he resisted the urge to destroy it, "You hold on for a while, I'll take it easy first."

"okay."

Ah Man dared not say anything, and rolled and crawled to the middle between him and his master, and quickly stretched out his two claws to cast a spell to control the progress of healing his master's injuries. With its skills, it was impossible for it to take over his work, unless it didn't mind falling asleep again.

The key point is that even if it risks falling asleep for treatment, it is estimated that it cannot save even a single hair of its owner.

You know, it takes a lot of energy to vent its master's anger.

Being able to temporarily control the master's spell was already amazing, but there was no other way, both it and the master were very weak in this life. As for cultivating immortals, the progress of cultivation was definitely slower than that of cultivating demons, and most importantly, he also acquiesced!

“Your Excellency,” Although it was strenuous to control the incantation from its master, it had to do two things at once and tried to remind him, “You, you, you seem… possessed.”

The evil energy surrounding the Immortal Venerable was as black as ink. In this situation, no matter he was possessed by the devil or was originally a devil, there was no hope for him.

When the little black snake saw a pair of golden glass-like pupils in the black fog, it was already in despair. When the immortal's ice sculpture-like face appeared in the thick black demonic energy, with an expressionless face, it was frightened and trembled with tears:
"Yiyiyiji, farewell to the God..."

At this moment, the painful expression on the silver-haired immortal's face had disappeared, and he glanced at it upon hearing the sound. His gaze seemed to have materialized, and Ah Man instantly noticed it and instinctively stiffened his whole body, his mind went blank and he dared not move at all.

Xue Zi was still lying on guard outside the palace gate. Although she sensed a strange aura inside, her master was inside and she could not go in without her master's call.

What’s more, the little friend was also inside, and it didn’t even make a sound...Pah!
Hmm? Xue Zi looked at the friend who was thrown out and stuck to the Panlong Pillar with confusion. But it didn't matter. The friend was a chatterbox and the owner had many complaints about him. It was probably because he said something wrong inside.

Compared with his friends, the owner likes himself more because he doesn't like to talk.

After thinking about it, he lay on the ground and took a nap with peace of mind. The little black snake on the pillar slid to the ground and did not move. It was not dead, but it was pretending to be dead. It had to pretend to be dead. Let it "die" quietly before its owner woke up.

Otherwise it will really die, and the person inside hates it very much. He thinks that without it, the owner will not always want to run outside.

This is really unfair, it's just a mount...

Inside the hall, the Golden-eyed Immortal Venerable stared at the woman in front of him for a long time, quietly watching her lively face gradually grow old after losing the support of her powerful skills, and begin to wither like a petal that has lost its moisture.

Garbage, all of it is garbage.

He created so many clones to accompany her to the afterlife, hoping that there would always be one that she would like. As long as she could fall in love with him, she would follow him back to the demon world and no longer think about escaping all day long.

In the end, she didn't like any of them and just became his friend.

(End of this chapter)