From the fake emperor to the concubine

The Demon Lord of the Book of Resentment spent a lot of effort before he finally healed the injuries to his meridians.

Muwu Hou, who had rushed over with the Jindan monks, saw that the Demon Lord of the Book of Resentment seemed to be injured, and hurriedly asked: "My lord, are you okay? Those humans..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt as if the air around him had frozen.

Knowing that he had said the wrong thing, Muwuhou swallowed the rest of his words back.

How could he not know by now that those humans must have escaped from the hands of the Lord of the Book of Resentment.

Muwu Hou couldn't help feeling unhappy when he thought about the loss of his achievements.

He secretly despised: "He is a master of the Divine Transformation Realm, but he actually let humans escape like this? If I had this level of cultivation, I would definitely be able to stop those hateful humans."

The ideas of some other Jindan cultivators are similar to that of Muwu Hou.

"If it weren't for the favor of Lord Hades, would you be able to achieve this level of cultivation?"

"If it's not the strength you cultivate yourself, you still can't control it after all."

No matter what they thought in their hearts, these people did not dare to blame the Demon Lord of Books on the surface.

"Those damn humans are so cunning."

"Your Excellency must have fallen into the trap set by those guys."

"With your strength, if you chase him now, you might be able to catch him."

Some people not only see the immediate benefits, but also foresee the dangers.

"But what should we do if the person who killed Lord Cang Yue Yan Huang's son escapes?"

As soon as the words fell, a voice as cold as ice rang out: "You all should go and be buried with my son."

The Jindan masters were horrified and subconsciously wanted to be on guard.

boom!
A Jindan cultivator turned into a fireball in the air and was burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Such a great Jindan master didn't even have the strength to resist the man in front of him.

“Sir, please spare me…” Seeing this, the others wanted to beg for mercy, but then they all turned into fireballs and were burned to ashes.

In just a breath, only three people were left at the scene.

The Demon Lord of the Book of Resentment, Marquis Muwu, and the Flame Emperor Cang Yue.

The Demon Lord of the Book of Resentment and Marquis Muwu lowered their heads and trembled all over, not daring to look directly at the Flame Emperor Cang Yue, or even say a word.

I was afraid that I would offend the other person accidentally.

But then, both of them were hit by a palm at the same time.

Muwuhou fell directly from a high altitude and smashed into the ground like a meteor. The flames that erupted from his body spread in all directions and did not stop until they were more than ten miles away.

The Demon Lord of the Book of Resentment was better off. He flew several hundred meters away, spat out a mouthful of blood, and then managed to keep his body steady in the air.

He had already been hit by Zui Jiuyin, and now he was hit by Cang Yue Yan Huang's palm. The meridians that had just calmed down were burned by the flames again.

Unlike the time with Zui Jiu, this time the Demon Lord of the Book of Resentment tried his best but was unable to drive away the flames. He could only suppress them somewhat so that the pain in his meridians was not so intense.

If he cannot dispel these flames, his cultivation level may never improve in this lifetime.

What’s even more terrifying is that Cang Yue Yan Huang is one of the three strongest people in the Ming Ling clan.

Even Hades would not risk offending Cang Yue Yan Huang by helping him expel these flames.

The only way is for him to refine it slowly on his own, or break through to the enlightenment stage.

Without refining these flames, your strength cannot be improved and a breakthrough is simply impossible.

As for refining it yourself...

This is the attack of a master in the Enlightenment Stage. Even if it is just a casual palm strike, the power contained in it is extremely terrifying.

If I refine it bit by bit by myself, it would probably take thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

It can be said that although Cang Yue Yan Huang did not kill him directly, it was no different from taking his life.

Even so, he could only grit his teeth and said respectfully: "Thank you, Lord Yan Huang, for not killing me."

“Humph! If it weren’t for Lord Hades’ pleading, even if you were in the Spiritual Transformation Stage, you would still be buried with my son.”

"Now, I ask you, where is the person who killed my son?"

Hearing this, the heart of the Book of Resentment almost stopped beating.
He stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time: "They...they..."

"Useless! Go and ask for forgiveness from His Majesty the Pluto yourself."

Although the words were harsh, the implication was to let him go.

The Demon Lord of Book of Resentment's mood at this moment is as complicated as it can be.

Although the other party crippled him, he didn't take his life after all.

But for a cultivator like him in the Spirit Transformation Stage, not being able to improve his cultivation was even more painful than killing him.

By the time the Demon Lord of the Book of Resentment came to his senses from his tangled emotions, the Cang Yue Flame Emperor had already disappeared.

After hesitating for a while, the Demon Lord of the Book of Resentment decided to go see His Majesty the Pluto first.

Before leaving, he did not forget to take the dying Muwuhou with him.

This guy is much more miserable than him. Even if he can be rescued, he will only be a useless person in the future.

In front of the Qingxin Hall of Wenxian Temple, the old Taoist priest and Zuijiu had pale faces, which were frighteningly pale.

"It would be troublesome if he came." Zuijiu swallowed hard.

Although it's shocking, if you think about it carefully, it seems quite normal.

How could someone not show any reaction after killing his son?

Although many monks are too indifferent to emotions, that is mostly because of their long lifespans. Many times, they would go into seclusion for hundreds of years. When they come out of seclusion, everything has changed.

Unless you are a family of monks, you won’t have such worries.

Demon Lord Huiyue's aptitude was originally average, but it was forcibly raised to the Golden Core Realm.

It can be seen how much Emperor Cang Yue Yan values ​​his son.

"Brother...what should we do now?"

The old Taoist's eyes were red: "So what if it's the enlightenment period? When have we ever been afraid of the immortal temple?"

Zui Jiu was overjoyed when he heard this: "I knew that the head brother is not a timid person."

"Our mountain protection formation may not be able to withstand the attack of the Enlightenment Stage. Besides, I have so many fellow Taoists to help me."

Zuijiu raised the wine gourd, and all the Jindan monks who had just been sucked into the gourd were released.

only……

These people don't seem to be in very good condition.

There was an abnormal blush on everyone's face, and they walked crookedly.

There were even a few people who vomited on the spot when the cold wind blew.

The smell of vomit and the strong smell of alcohol soon enveloped the entire Wenxian Temple.

Zuijiu's face turned red and he slapped the back of his head: "Oh, I forgot that I used the Ruyi Gourd to hold wine before." The old Taoist's face, which was originally pale, suddenly turned red.

He pointed at Zuijiu and shivered, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"Master, please don't get excited. The situation was urgent and I forgot about it. Don't worry, it won't happen again next time."

Zheng Yi was speechless. Wasn't the real reason why the old Taoist priest was angry because this guy used a magic weapon to hold wine?

As for getting so many monks drunk, it is just one of the consequences of this behavior, okay?
"Evil beast... evil beast... someone, tie this evil beast up for me and send him directly to Cang Yue Yan Huang to atone for his sins."

Zui Jiu was dumbfounded: "Master Brother, how can you be so heartless..."

Just as these two shameless old men were bickering, there was a loud bang and a huge fireball hit the mountain protection formation of Wenxian Temple directly.

The entire Wenxian Temple shook violently, and even an old, dilapidated house collapsed due to the earthquake.

"Old bastard, hand over the murderer who killed my son, and I will consider letting you go."

"Otherwise, I will raze this broken Taoist temple of yours to the ground, leaving no one alive!"

"Don't think that you can stop me by hiding in this formation-breaking method."

"I will give you ten breaths to consider. After ten breaths, don't blame me for killing you."

Zheng Yi looked at the Cang Yue Yan Huang in the sky.

If the other party hadn't said it himself, he really wouldn't believe that this guy was the father of the skinny and emaciated Demon Lord Huiyue.

Cang Yue Yan Huang looks just like an ordinary human being, and he is very handsome. If you look at his face alone, he looks to be in his early thirties at most.

Dressed in gorgeous clothes, he looks quite impressive.

Zuijiu turned his head and secretly took another sip of wine, then asked the old Taoist priest: "Brother, they are here to attack us, what should we do now?"

The old Taoist priest said: "What else can I do? Are we really going to tie up this evil beast of yours and help him vent his anger?"

"So what if he has become a god? I don't believe that he can really break through the mountain protection formation of our Wenxian Temple with his own strength."

"Although you, a bastard, have caused trouble, but you were able to kill his son, which is also a honor for our Wenxian Temple."

Zuijiu said with an embarrassed look: "Brother, I didn't kill that guy. It was..."

His eyes subconsciously fell on Zheng Yi.

Zheng Yi secretly thought that this was not good. Even though there was a mountain protection formation between them, with Cang Yue Yan Huang's cultivation level, it was impossible for him not to notice their little movements.

He quickly defended himself: "Senior Zuijiu, I don't have the ability to kill a Jindan master."

He didn't want to pass the blame to others, but under the current circumstances, it would be better to divert Cang Yue Yan Huang's attention as much as possible.

As Zheng Yi had guessed, Zuijiu's gaze was immediately caught by Cangyue Yanhuang.

The next moment, an endless murderous intent fell directly on Zheng Yi.

If it weren't for the Immaculate Human Emperor Body, Zheng Yi even doubted whether he would be directly wiped out by the murderous intent of the Cang Yue Flame Emperor.

Zuijiu immediately stood between Zheng Yi and Cangyue Yanhuang.

But before Zuijiu could react, Cangyue Yanhuang sneered, "How could a mere mid-stage crystallization master kill my useless son?"

"Even if you want to find someone to impersonate me, you should find someone who is more reliable."

"You guessed it from a crystallization period. Do you think I'm a fool?"

Zheng Yi spread his hands with an innocent look, as if to tell Zui Jiu and the old Taoist priest: "It was really not me who killed Hui Yue Demon Lord. Besides, even if I said so, the other party would not believe it."

Zheng Yi said this without any pressure. After all, he only led the Demon Lord of the Book of Resentment into the encirclement of human monks.

The person who actually killed Demon Lord Huiyue was someone else.

Not to mention Cang Yue Yan Huang, even the old Taoist priest didn't quite believe that Zheng Yi could kill Hui Yue Demon Lord.

It only takes a breath and a blink of an eye.

Seeing no response from Wenxian Temple, Cangyue Yanhuang became furious.

"Okay, okay, since you guys are determined to protect the murderer, don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless."

After saying this, Cang Yue Yan Huang was no longer polite and directly launched an attack on the sect formation of Wenxian Temple.

The disciples of Wenxian Temple felt as if they were in an alchemy furnace, with flames everywhere on all sides.

Under the continuous attacks of Cang Yue Yan Huang, the large formation used to fight against other sects was actually shaken by him alone.

"Fuck, he's worthy of being in the Enlightenment Stage. His strength is really not exaggerated." Zuijiu rushed over anxiously to replenish spiritual energy for the mountain protection formation.

Any sect with a heritage would carefully choose the location of their sect.

These places have abundant spiritual energy, which is convenient for cultivation. When setting up formations, they will also use the formations to extract spiritual energy from the spiritual veins.

Therefore, the mountain protection formation is definitely the place with the strongest defensive capabilities in every sect.

But now...

Just one person has almost shaken the mountain protection formation.

If left alone like this, it won't be long before this mountain protection formation is breached.

Under normal circumstances, being breached is nothing.

These formations absorb the spiritual energy in the spiritual veins. As long as the spiritual veins are not destroyed, the spiritual energy will be replenished continuously.

At most you just need to repair the formation and it can be started quickly.

The problem now is that as long as the sect's protective formation is broken, Cang Yue Yan Huang will be able to kill them all without waiting for the formation to be repaired.

"Two elders, at this time of crisis for our sect, please lend us a helping hand."

The old Taoist priest was much smarter than Zuijiu. He started calling people without saying a word.

"You little guys, when you get into trouble you just come to us to clean up the mess." A monk who looked older than the old Taoist priest came to Qingxin Palace on the wind.

"You guys are hoping that we'll die sooner for offending a master in the Enlightenment Stage, right?" Another Taoist priest said in a hoarse voice, leaning on crutches and shrinking the ground into an inch, and soon arrived.

The two men spoke rudely, but as soon as they arrived at Qingxin Palace, they began to help Zuijiu maintain the mountain protection formation.

With their participation, the mountain protection formation that originally seemed shaky finally stabilized again.

Outside the formation, Cang Yue Yan Huang gnashed his teeth, and his attack became more fierce and fierce: "Okay, I will see how long you trash can hold on."

The explosions continued one after another, almost forming a string.

Even if you use magic power to protect your ears, the sound is still extremely harsh.

Others were still better off, but those monks who had just been released from Zuijiu's wine gourd were in trouble.

Stimulated by these noises, he started vomiting again.

In fact, when the old Taoist priest first discovered that they were drunk, he had already asked the Taoist boy to feed them some hangover pills.

But I don’t know what kind of wine is in the bottle, this guy Zuijiu.

After taking a few pills, these people not only did not wake up, but became even more drunk.

The clean front door of Qingxin Temple is now covered with vomit.

The disciples with low cultivation levels were unable to move normally, so naturally no one cleaned up, and the place was in a mess. (End of this chapter)