From the fake emperor to the concubine

In response to Huiyue Demon Lord's ridicule, Zheng Yi just smiled and said self-deprecatingly: "If I say that we are brothers who have been separated for many years, I wonder if Your Excellency Demon Lord would believe it?"

No matter how many tricks Zheng Yi has, they are useless in the face of absolute power.

The Immaculate Human Emperor's body was very powerful. Even though he had suffered such serious injuries, he had recovered 60% to 70% after just one cycle of Qi training.

If his strength could be at the same level as that of Demon Lord Huiyue, even if he was only at the peak of crystallization, he would still be able to fight.

Unfortunately, he simply doesn't have the time to continue improving himself.

“Hahaha!” Demon Lord Huiyue laughed grimly: “That’s a good joke. I quite like it.”

"How about this, I will show my mercy and let you choose a way to die that you like."

I know that the other party is trying to play cat and mouse and will slowly kill me.

Zheng Yi didn't care at all, and took the initiative to cooperate with the other party: "If possible, I hope that Your Excellency the Demon Lord will let me choose to die of old age."

Demon Lord Huiyue raised his eyebrows: "Do you still want to delay time? You don't think that anyone can really come to save you?"

After Zheng Yi's intention was made clear, Demon Lord Huiyue did not rush to act: "I cannot achieve this way of death, let's try another one."

Zheng Yi didn't take the ridicule of Demon Lord Huiyue to heart at all: "It's always good to live longer. If dying of old age is not an option, dying under the peony flowers is also a good choice."

Zheng Yi didn't know whether there would be rescue or not. But he knew one thing, that he had to fight for his life by himself, and he must not give up until the last moment.

"Change again!" Demon Lord Huiyue didn't care about Zheng Yi's little cleverness.

It's just a pointless delay.

Maybe the other party used some means that he didn't know about to notify the people from those sects to rescue them.

But Demon Lord Huiyue had already been prepared for this move.

When they were about to attack the disciples of these big sects, how could they not have thought about the rescue that would follow?

During this period, the other party seemed to be running around like a headless fly.

However, in reality, Demon Lord Huiyue had already used various methods to force them to change direction.

The nearest human city is at least ten thousand miles away.

Even the leaders of those sects would never dare to easily go deep into the inner circle of the Nether Spirit Clan.

If they arrived, it would be exactly what Demon Lord Huiyue wanted.

He could immediately use the Thousand Line Talismans prepared by the elders of his family to teleport those masters who had been prepared in advance.

Killing off one such human master would greatly weaken their combat effectiveness.

"I can practice until I die." Zheng Yi was still making his last struggle.

Just as Demon Lord Huiyue thought, disciples like Lin Feng and Su Yao are actually quite important even for those huge sects.

Therefore, as early as when they discovered that they were being targeted by the Nether Spirit Clan, they had already sent out a distress signal to the sect.

However, Zheng Yi’s concerns are the same as those of Demon Lord Huiyue.

Will those people fight for a few juniors? If someone comes, what level of strength can they have?
Also, maybe the Ghost Clan has already made preparations, and the people who come here might fall into an ambush.

However, these things are not something Zheng Yi can control now.

There was only one thing he could do.

Try to buy as much time as possible, even just one extra second will help.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Demon Lord Huiyue sneered contemptuously: "You humans are really afraid of death. You know there is no chance, but you still shamelessly delay."

Zheng Yi's damaged meridians had completely recovered, but on the surface he still pretended that his meridians were severely damaged. He smiled with difficulty twice: "I can't help it. I am so afraid of death. I will live a little longer."

Demon Lord Huiyue was too lazy to continue playing: "It's good to be afraid of death. I really hope that you won't beg me to kill you later."

Just as Demon Lord Huiyue was about to take action to give Zheng Yi a real taste of pain, a deep and compassionate voice rang out.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but when you turn back, you will find the shore."

"Owner, it is not too late to put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right now."

As they were talking, a big bald man slowly walked up to the group.

The monk didn't seem to be moving fast, neither hurried nor slow, but each step he took was so fast that it seemed to be able to cross space.

When I opened my mouth, no one was visible.

By the time he finished his words, he was less than ten meters away from Demon Lord Huiyue.

Even the Demon Lord Huiyue was shocked when he saw the bald man: "The Four Vajra of Yunling Temple, the Immortal Golden Body Shikong?"

Zheng Yi could see that Demon Lord Huiyue was very afraid of this monk.

In fact, the same goes for Zheng Yi.

Even though they had just met, Zheng Yi could feel the murderous aura hidden beneath the monk's seemingly kind face.

If it weren't for the bald head, the scars from his monk's vows, and the starched, slightly whitish monk's robe.

Zheng Yi probably thought this guy was a murderous bandit.

The murderous aura on these people is definitely not something that can be achieved by killing thirty or fifty people.

At the very least, one has to have hundreds or thousands of lives on his hands to reach this level.

No wonder Demon Lord Huiyue is so afraid of this monk.

Shi Kong smiled faintly: "Your Excellency Demon Lord actually knows me? I am honored."

"What do you want to do?" Demon Lord Huiyue immediately distanced himself from Zheng Yi, looked at Shikong vigilantly and asked.

Shikong chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! I was entrusted by my good friend to come and protect a few people. I hope Your Excellency Demon Venerable will give me some face and let me take the people away."

This Shi Kong is also a Jindan cultivator.

As for the specific strength, Zheng Yi couldn't see it at all now.

However, seeing how cowardly Demon Lord Huiyue is, it is obvious that he is stronger than him.

However, even if it is stronger, it probably won’t be much stronger.

Otherwise, with Shi Kong's murderous look, he would definitely attack the opponent as soon as he came and would not listen to reason at all.

Demon Lord Huiyue sneered: "Shikong, what do you think this place is? You want to take people away, do you have the strength to do so?"

Shi Kong once again chanted the Buddha's name: "If I want to take people away, I'm afraid that Your Excellency Demon Lord Ou can't stop me."

"Hahahaha!" Demon Lord Huiyue laughed wildly and wantonly: "I may not be able to take you down by myself, but what if I add them?"

As he spoke, Demon Lord Huiyue suddenly took out a talisman, which instantly dissipated and then tore a crack in the space.

Three figures of different sizes emerged from the crack one after another.

Each of them is a master in the Jindan stage.

Even this murderous monk Shikong had a very solemn expression.

"I have wasted so much time on a few human juniors, and it finally paid off. It seems that the first to be unlucky will be your Yunling Temple." They are all Jindan-stage cultivators. Even though the strength of the four people opposite is slightly weaker than Shi Kong, Shi Kong is likely to be in great danger today.

However, Zheng Yi was speechless after watching this scene.

These people are all old foxes who have been practicing for who knows how many years. How could they be so easily tricked? And how could they reveal their cards so easily?
How could it be possible that only Shi Kong, a Jindan master, could come to the territory of the Mingling clan to rescue people?
No matter how powerful this Shi Kong is, the golden elixir is still the golden elixir after all.

Even if Shi Kong had extraordinary abilities and could kill all four Jindan of the Mingling clan before him, how could he leave this dangerous place with several people in the foundation-building stage?
Let’s talk about the Mingling clan.

They suddenly attacked and strangled the disciples of various major sects in preparation for an all-out war with humans.

In this situation, it is impossible not to consider the issue of humans coming to rescue people.

Therefore, various preparations must have been made long ago.

He was sure that in a while the two sides would be like infinite nesting dolls. When you sent out masters, more and stronger masters would appear on my side, with each layer higher than the previous one.

As for who will be the better chess player in the end, Zheng Yi couldn't guess.

After all, he is not from this world and has no idea about the real situation between the two sides.

However, Zheng Yi felt that when the situation really came to a head and they had no choice but to fight to the death, using this trick was a bit childish and inefficient.

If he were on the human side, he would never start a war in a place that might have been chosen by the Nether Spirits.

Even if we have to fight, we must immediately mobilize our strongest force and launch a direct attack.

After saving people, immediately leave the dangerous area.

On the way of retreat, they set up false formations, pretending to ambush to delay the pursuit of the Nether Spirits, and returned to the human-controlled area as quickly as possible.

At that time, I have the advantage of terrain and people, so I can fight however I want.

Things turned out just as Zheng Yi had guessed. Before Demon Lord Huiyue's smug smile could fully unfold, three other bald men appeared one after another and stood beside Shi Kong.

Even without Demon Lord Huiyue reporting their names, Zheng Yi could guess that these should be the Four Vajras of Yunling Temple.

It can be seen from the expression of Demon Lord Huiyue that he, who is so smart, has been nothing more than a chess piece from the beginning to the end.

Maybe someone had been watching the previous battle from beginning to end.

Even so, Zheng Yi doesn't care.

From the time he appeared in Canglan Realm until now, he has never told the truth.

It doesn’t matter whether those people believe what he said or not, because those people have no way to verify it anyway.

After one week of practicing Qigong, the injuries were almost healed.

Zheng Yi hurried to check on Bai Zhirui's condition.

The situation of his cheap apprentice was much better than he had imagined.

The coma was only caused by the pressure from the Jindan cultivator, other than that there were no particularly serious injuries.

After all, she was only in the Qi Refining Stage, and Demon Lord Huiyue didn't take her seriously at all and didn't attack her directly.

He took out the pill from Bai Zhirui's body and fed it into its mouth.

Bai Zhirui woke up slowly just after taking the pill: "Master..."

"Don't talk yet, take these two with me."

Bai Zhirui had already taken everything Zheng Yi said as her golden rule.

Without asking a single question, he carried the unconscious Su Yao on his back and followed Zheng Yi who was carrying Lin Feng on his back.

After taking only two steps, Bai Zhirui realized that something was wrong.

Only then did they notice that there were eight pairs of eyes at the scene, fixed firmly on them.

Even though these Jindan monks did not use any strength, Bai Zhirui instantly felt like she couldn't breathe.

My feet seemed to have taken root and could not move at all.

Zheng Yi calmly stopped his apprentice and said, "Don't worry, these guys don't have time to take care of us now. Let's go to a safe place first."

Bai Zhirui didn't know whether it was her own master who blocked the pressure from the Golden Core Mage for her.

Anyway, she can move again.

On the other side, the eight Jindan masters were also stunned, looking at these little guys who were no different from ants to them.

At this moment, they have not yet truly used their strength.

But the pressure that a Jindan master brings with him is definitely not a joke.

Seeing them confronting each other, it would be amazing if the little guys like Zheng Yi could barely hold on without their protection.

Zheng Yi was not only able to move freely, but he could also lead others to save themselves.

"The Four Vajras of Yunling Temple are really powerful. If you do something wrong, I will deal with you today." In the sky, a huge crow flew over, trailing thick black smoke.

"Muwu Hou!" The expressions of the four Vajra couldn't help but change slightly.

The crow was as tall as a two-story building, its body was surrounded by orange flames, and thick smoke was billowing from it.

It looked so strange that even Zheng Yi couldn't help but look at the time.

I always feel that this crow is a piece of burning charcoal.

Their eyes met, and the crow was visibly stunned.

He has reached the peak of the Golden Core stage, so Zheng Yi's secrets could naturally not be hidden from his eyes.

In the middle stage of crystallization, there was no breakthrough due to injury.

How dare such a little fellow look directly at him?
With a roar, Zheng Yi suddenly felt all the hairs on his body stand up.

As soon as they met, this guy wanted to take his life.

Before Zheng Yi could react, a cassock with gold edges appeared between him and Mu Wuhou.

"Amitabha, the owner wants to kill people as soon as he sees them. He has too many karmas." The old monk who spoke had a kind face, totally unlike the murderous four Vajra.

But after seeing him appear, the faces of all the cultivators of the Nether Spirit Clan changed.

Even the arrogant Muwuhou seemed to subconsciously fold his wings.

Zheng Yi was in a state of confusion as he watched.

The old monk looked kind and there was no murderous aura about him, but Zheng Yi was certain that the old monk had been responsible for many deaths.

The monk exuded a sense of majesty in his every move, and it was obvious that he was a man who once held great power over life and death.

Even if he was not an emperor, he was definitely a high-ranking official of a noble family. He might not have killed anyone himself, but with one order, there was no telling how many people would lose their heads.

Just looking at the monks in front of him, Yunling Temple doesn't look like a place for monks to chant Buddha's name.

"The head monk of the Yunling Temple's Discipline Institute, Master Qinghui." Smoke grew thicker on Muwuhou's body as he recited the name word by word.

Zheng Yi finally hid behind these monks at this time. (End of this chapter)