Two Realms: Don't call me evil!

"Su...SuSuSu old demon..."

Yu Wen was completely confused. He could never have imagined that he would see Su Jie, the magical seedling, here on the magic boat that he thought was the one his master and elders were riding.

"Who is scolding me?"

Su Jie put down the teacup, raised his eyebrows coldly, and fixed his eyes on Yu Wenjing.

Yuwen Jing finally reacted. Seeing Su Jie's figure and the demon cultivators with strong demonic aura on the magic boat, he knew that this was a magic boat. He didn't know what means the other party used to seize it, but he knew that if he didn't run now, he would have no chance to leave soon.

Whoosh!
Yuwen Jing turned around and fled at a speed several times faster than when he came, like a ray of aurora passing through the sky.

"Brother Yuwen, can we go up to the Dharma Boat now?"

Seeing Yu Wenjing coming back, Mo Shiyao asked.

"Why are you going up there? Are you looking for death? This is not my sect's magic boat. It's full of demonic cultivators from Guiling Palace. Su Jie is also on it. Run, run!"

Yuwen Jing's voice was anxious, and he shouted hurriedly: "Don't delay, run with me."

"What? Why is that devil here?"

Mo Shiyao turned pale and her body trembled at the news.

"Oh, is that Su Jie up there? Haha, just in time to test the sword with him."

On the contrary, Zhang Xinming was not surprised but happy to hear the news. He showed surprise and joy, and his eyes under his sword-like eyebrows were shining coldly, like thousands of swords unsheathed.

"Brother Zhang, you are no match for him. Now is not the time for a fight."

When Yuwen Jing heard Zhang Xinming's words, his scalp almost exploded. Why was this sword cultivator acting like a fool? He didn't even look at who his opponent was. Now he didn't want to run away, but was clamoring to fight Su Jie. If you have the ability, just go and fight him head-on.

"Brother Zhang, let's retreat temporarily. When our seniors come over, we will deal with this demon later."

Mo Shiyao also spoke to comfort her. Although she felt that Zhang Xinming was very capable, the psychological trauma left by Su Jie was too deep.

"Humph, how can we cultivators retreat when we encounter a strong enemy? We sword cultivators become stronger when we encounter a strong enemy. We cultivate an indomitable sword spirit. You don't need to persuade me anymore. Just let me see the power of this demon seedling. If I can kill it, I'm sure my sword spirit will improve by three points."

Zhang Xinming had a resolute expression and a cold and arrogant look in his eyes. He was completely unmoved and insisted on practicing with Su Jie.

The more Yuwen Jing and Mo Shiyao persuaded him, the more Zhang Xinming's inner pride was aroused. He never thought that he would lose to any of his peers, let alone a demon cultivator.

"I am also very interested in this person. He has made such a great name for himself. I want to test his quality."

Jiang Lin held a string of prayer beads in his hand, a dot of cinnabar on his brow emitted thousands of rays of light, his pure white robe rustled, and his whole body was filled with fighting spirit.

"Amitabha, let me persuade this lost person who has fallen into the devil's way to return to the right path and follow Buddhism."

He Wenfeng clasped his hands together, his face was compassionate, and a circle of golden light appeared behind his head, making people want to kneel down and worship him.

"you……"

Yuwen Jing's mouth twitched as he looked at this group of stubborn people. They didn't know how terrible Su Jie was, but he, Yuwen Jing, knew it well.

Seeing that these people were seeking their own death, Yuwen Jing's face turned dark and he simply chose to escape first.

"I'll go find some reinforcements for you. I'll be back soon."

When Yuwen Jing finished speaking the last word, everyone flew several miles away.

"This coward..."

Zhang Xinming pouted, looked at Mo Shiyao who was eager to move, and asked, "Miss Mo, you want to leave too?"

Mo Shiyao gritted her teeth. For the sake of her own marriage, she finally gritted her teeth and said, "I will stay and help everyone deal with this demon."

While they were talking, they suddenly saw Yuwen Jing, who had been running far away in the distance, come back in a panic, as if his butt was on fire.

"Oh, Brother Yuwen, have you figured it out? Do you want to join us in fighting this demon seedling?"

When Jiang Lin saw this scene, there was a hint of sarcasm on her lips.

"Look for yourselves, look at what's behind us. You guys have caused me so much trouble. If you hadn't delayed me, how could I be trapped here?"

Yuwen Jing's voice was sad, and several people looked in the direction of his finger.

On a distant hilltop, I saw a terrifying centipede that was over 300 meters long and had nearly a thousand pale dead hands. Half of its body was sticking out from behind the mountain. Its ferocious and domineering aura was like a tide, causing countless small animals within a radius of dozens of miles to tremble in fear and flee in all directions.

Just now, Yuwen Jing was blocked by this top-grade seventh-refined poisonous insect, the Thousand-Armed Centipede.

Seeing this poisonous insect, Zhang Xinming and others all looked solemn. A top-grade seven-refined poisonous insect would eat even an ordinary fifth-level cultivator in the Secret Treasure Realm alive if he was not careful.

"This bug..."

When Mo Shiyao saw the Thousand-Armed Centipede, she recognized it at a glance. It was Su Jie's signature natal poisonous insect. Almost everyone in Qingzhou knew about it now. It was even made into a picture album and widely circulated among the righteous people in Qingzhou to remind disciples that when seeing such a big centipede, don't think about anything else and just run away.

"Everyone, you seem to want to find me, right?"

Suddenly, a voice came.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man with regular features and deep eyes floating in the air, looking at them with a smile on his face.

"You are Su Jie. Okay, take my sword first."

Zhang Xinming's eyes lit up, and just as he finished speaking, a blue rainbow light flashed from his waist, and this rainbow light was like a line of white between the sea and the sky.

This is a low-grade magic flying sword named Canghai Sword, which is a low-grade magic weapon bestowed by the elders of the sect. This level of magic weapon is beyond the reach of most secret realms, which shows how highly Zhang Xinming is valued in the sect, and he is worthy of his status as an immortal seedling.

Facing the incoming Canghai Sword, Su Jie calmly stretched out two fingers and gently pinched it.

Zhang Xinming's face suddenly changed, because the Cang Hai Sword he was wielding was actually gently clamped by Su Jie's two fingers, and could not move forward an inch.

"It's a good sword, but the owner's strength is a little lacking. It's better to let me keep it."

Su Jie chuckled, put one hand behind his back and held the Canghai Sword with the other hand. Countless arms emerged from Su Jie's shoulders and wrapped up this low-grade magic weapon into a ball, and Zhang Xinming could no longer snatch it back.

"How can it be."

Zhang Xinming's face turned black. He had never thought that his flying sword would be taken away by someone like this one day. The flying sword is the lifeblood of a sword cultivator. He was so stimulated by this scene that his eyes turned red.

The next moment, Zhang Xinming combined his body with the sword, and his spirit turned into the sword edge, rushing towards Su Jie.

At the same time, Jiang Lin and He Wenfeng also started to move. Su Jie's expression remained unchanged and he pressed back.

Five Elements Demon-Suppressing Mahamudra!
The spiritual energy transformed into a giant palm, knocking Zhang Xinming from the sky into the dust. Su Jie was an almost invincible existence at the same level. Now he was promoted to the Daotai realm. Beating Zhang Xinming, a cultivator at the third level of the Secret Treasure Realm, was as easy as a father beating his son. He didn't need to use any trump cards at all and suppressed him with a backhand.

"Hey, devil, stop being so arrogant."

The rosary in Jiang Lin's hand flew into the air, and the rosary kept spinning. Jiang Lin threw a punch, and his fist passed through the rosary. His body instantly enlarged ten thousand times. His fist was like a small mountain, smashing towards Su Jie, as if he wanted to smash Su Jie into minced meat.

"Amitabha, Buddha said, the sea of ​​suffering is endless, turn back and you will find the shore. Donor Su, please stop."

He Wenfeng put his hands together, and a huge shadow of Buddha appeared behind him. The Buddha's shadow suddenly opened his eyes, and two golden lights shot out from his eye sockets, like a divine pillar piercing through heaven and earth, shocking everyone.

Su Jie raised a finger and flicked it lightly.

boom!
What popped out from Su Jie's fingers were actually purple divine thunders, which blew Jiang Lin's mountain-like fist away and tore his skin and flesh.

At the same time, Su Jie's eyes activated purple rays, which directly annihilated the Buddha's divine light, penetrated all the way, and blew up the Buddha's phantom's head.

puff!
He Wenfeng spat out a mouthful of blood and his breath became weak.

Jiang Lin retracted his shrunken right fist, which was covered with scars. There was almost no intact skin. Several knuckles were broken, revealing the broken white bones.

With ease, Su Jie forced back the joint siege of Zhang Xinming, Jiang Lin and He Wenfeng.

From beginning to end, Su did not move even a single step. His right hand was always behind his back, and only his left hand was used to fight the enemy. This meant that Su Jie's strength completely crushed these outstanding geniuses of the righteous path.

"How can this demon be so strong?"

Jiang Lin swallowed the pill, and the injury on his right fist began to recover, but the frustration and panic in his heart could not be cured by medicine.

"This demon is very scary. Let's find a chance to leave."

He Wenfeng no longer insisted on asking Su Jie to convert to Buddhism, because he couldn't beat him and it was unclear who would convert.

The person who could not accept this result the most was actually Zhang Xinming, the righteous immortal seedling.

With disheveled hair, he crawled out of the huge palm print pit on the ground and could not feel any trace of his Cang Hai Sword.

When he looked up, he saw that the Thousand-Armed Centipede had approached him and swallowed his Cang Hai Sword into its stomach in one gulp.

"No!"

Zhang Xinming was instantly furious, and all the spiritual energy in his body condensed into a giant sword a hundred meters high. The sword energy soared into the sky, and he was determined to fight to the death with the Thousand-Armed Centipede.

The flying sword that could cultivate both life and death was destroyed, and Zhang Xinming was completely furious.

"Zizzi."

The Thousand-Armed Centipede looked at Zhang Xinming who was rushing towards it, swung its tail, and slapped Zhang Xinming back to the ground with a slap.

Seven levels of Zhang Xinming's strength are all in the flying sword. Without the flying sword, his combat power is severely reduced, and he can't resist the brute force of the Thousand-Handed Centipede at all.

The Thousand-Armed Centipede chirped happily twice, looked at Zhang Xinming who was struggling to get up from the ground, and then proudly spat out the Canghai Sword, rolling it back and forth in his mouth and playing with it, using it to pick his teeth flexibly, making his mouth full of fangs gleam with cold light.

Zhang Xinming was so angry that his face turned ashen and his facial features were distorted. His beloved flying sword was actually being toyed with by a bug like this. He was not even angry at this moment when his wife was toyed with.

"My sword..."

Zhang Xinming's heart was broken, his eyes were bloodshot, and he tried desperately to get the Cang Hai Sword back. However, the Thousand-Handed Centipede's tail flick just now broke many of his bones and muscles, making it difficult for him to fly, let alone get the Cang Hai Sword back from the Thousand-Handed Centipede's mouth.

Yu Wenjing, who also witnessed this scene, felt his face twitching. He really wanted to grab Zhang Xinming's collar and ask him harshly, "With your limited strength, you want to use Su Jie to test your sword skills? You're not even strong enough to beat him with one hand."

Mo Shiyao's pretty face turned pale. She didn't expect Zhang Xinming to be so weak that he was suppressed by Su Jie with just one hand.

Is it that Su Jie is too strong or Zhang Xinming is too weak?

It was obvious that Wei Ji, who was also a righteous immortal, was able to fight with Su Jie for three hundred rounds.

Mo Shiyao didn't know that when Su Jie fought with Wei Ji, his cultivation level was at the third level of the Secret Treasury Realm, but now Su Jie's cultivation level was at the first level of the Daotai Realm, and his strength had undergone a drastic change.

It’s not that Zhang Xinming is weak, but that Su Jie is too strong.

Even if Wei Ji jumped out of the coffin now, Su Jie could suppress him with one hand.

"Devil, stop it."

Just when Mo Shiyao felt desperate, Su Jie showed his fighting power. Even if she and Yu Wenjing joined the battle, they would end up being defeated.

But at this moment, several beams of light appeared in the distance. They were the protectors of this group of talented disciples of the righteous path, all of whom were senior cultivators at the fourth or fifth level of the Secret Treasure Realm.

They protected from a distance, provided an environment for the disciples to train, and came quickly to support when they heard the sounds of fierce fighting.

Saved.

Mo Shiyao, Jiang Lin, He Wenfeng and the others all showed joy on their faces. With these senior protectors from the Secret Treasure Realm, they could finally escape the threat of this demon.

But Mo Shiyao and the others' joy did not last for a few seconds before they heard the guards who came to support them uttering terrifying screams, as if they had suffered some extremely terrible torture.

A black moon appeared high in the sky at some point, reflecting a faint and cold light.

The several protectors who were shrouded in the darkness fell from the sky like a giant bird with broken wings.

Above the black moon, a gorgeous woman in a blood-red wedding dress sat here. The breeze blew the hem of her skirt, lifting her waterfall-like black hair and revealing a pair of eyes as cold as frost.

No one knew what those guardians had experienced. After they fell to the ground, they turned around and ran away frantically. But in the end, one by one, these guardians would suddenly die while running, and turned into cold corpses, as if they had been dead for several days and nights.

There was an indelible fear on the face of every dead protector, as if before they died, they saw a horrifying scene that they would never forget in their entire lives.

"The ghost of the wedding dress."

Yuwen Jing's lips trembled. Su Jie's other signature weapon, the wedding dress ghost, was also known to the righteous people of Qingzhou. But in Yuwen Jing's impression, this wedding dress ghost should not be so scary. The several protectors had almost no ability to fight back. With such strength, the curse that even the senior secret treasure realm masters could not resist was really too beyond the scope.

"Everyone, meeting is fate. Come sit on my small Qianhao Dharma Boat. The magic cultivators of our Guiling Palace are the most hospitable."

Su Jie pointed at the Flying Magic Boat. On top of the Magic Boat, thousands of Ghost Ridge Palace demon cultivators appeared and stood between the pavilions and palaces. They looked at them sinisterly with bloodthirsty and dangerous eyes, which made Yuwen Jing and the others feel very stressed and they broke out in cold sweats instantly.

If they entered such a devil's cave, they would be in a dilemma between life and death.

(End of this chapter)