Flower Demon Nirvana: Immortal Venerable Difficult to Control

Chapter 332
Mo Zishu's body was extremely stiff, he hugged Ye Xi tightly, Ye Xi only felt his body hurt from being strangled by him, and he couldn't move.

"Since you trust me, don't be afraid when you die..." Mo Zishu let go of Ye Xi's body, and looked at Ye Xi who was haggard at the moment.

Ye Xi was silent, dead?Why are you afraid?She Ye Xi didn't know how many times she died, but she just wanted to see where she died and at whose hands she died.

Mo Zishu looked at the people outside Fuyun Pavilion, and recalled Ye Xi's farewell after leaving Fuyun Pavilion.

He held Ye Xi's small face in one hand, and Ye Xi closed her eyes slightly, feeling the warmth of his palm.

"If you die, I will definitely find you in the next life." Mo Zishu promised Ye Xi.

Ye Xi's closed eyes overflowed with tears, she nodded and said in a low voice, "Okay..."

Hearing this, Mo Zishu reluctantly pulled Ye Xi's body and flew down, standing directly on the altar.

Ye Xi's body was directly pushed to the ground by him, and Mo Zishu was standing in front of her, looking at her with icy eyes.Those cold eyes made her a little timid, and she was even thinking about Mo Zishu, you must not lie to me, right?

"It's snowing and cold, and the nine stars will harm the common people! I beg the world to execute the demon girl Ye Xi!" The people below saw that Mo Zishu brought Ye Xi out, and they knelt on the ground and shouted in unison.The three old men stood at the front and looked at each other. They thought that this plan would never invite Mo Zishu until tomorrow, but they didn't expect him to show up so early. Did he figure it out or did he have other intentions?

Mo Zishu glanced at the people below, "As long as she dies, can she be settled down!" He shouted loudly, everyone was startled, and swallowed the slogan in their mouths again, only to see Mo Zishu The Chixue sword in his hand trembled slightly, and the blue veins on his forehead were drawn and intertwined, but he had never seen such a gentle and refined person lose his temper.

Ye Xi stood there stunned, not only the coldness of the heavy snowfall, but also the awe-inspiring coldness of the Chixue sword emanating from Mo Zishu's body, wave after wave engulfed Ye Xi's body.

Ye Xi sat on the ground with her arms around her knees. She was really scared, afraid that Mo Zishu would deceive her again. If he didn't want to kill her, where did the Chi Xuejian's trembling and murderous aura come from?

"Mo Zishu, are you looking for an opportunity to rid the world of my scourge?" Ye Xi asked softly.

Mo Zishu was taken aback when he heard the words, and in a split second, the air around him calmed down.Ye Xi smiled lightly, and glanced at Mo Zishu, whose murderous aura had dissipated at the moment, "So it is."

Mo Zishu heard the words and didn't speak, he didn't know what to say.Ye Xi really knew himself too well, even better than he knew himself.

"Did you say what you just said just to let me die in peace?" Ye Xi's voice was hoarse and couldn't be lowered, but Mo Zishu could hear every word she said clearly Chu.

"Do you know Granny Meng? If you do, tell me..." Ye Xi said, looking up at Mo Zishu who was frozen in place at the moment.

Who is he?Mo Zishu, the Heavenly Lord of the Six Realms, the Lord of the Fuyun Pavilion, cares about the world, and protects the common people in the Six Realms. A sentence of "heavy snow and cold will not stop, and the nine stars will harm the common people." is enough to push himself on the road of no return.

Mo Zishu looked at Ye Xi at this moment, his cold thin lips trembled slightly, "I know, I don't."

Ye Xi nodded when she heard the words, she stood up slowly, looked down at the people below, and staggered towards the front, her eyes were bloodthirsty, and the smile on the corner of her mouth did not fade for a long time, she walked step by step Pressing forward, he jumped down and walked into the crowd.

Dragging her overwhelmed body, she raised her head slightly, and everyone stepped back, only to see Ye Xi showing a pair of bloodthirsty fangs and roaring at them.

Mo Zishu was taken aback for a moment, she clearly knew that she had lost all her martial arts skills and all her celestial skills, why would she do this, she was looking for her own death!Everyone picked up their weapons and went towards Ye Xi.

The panchan bow on Ye Xi's neck was shaking, but Ye Xi didn't intend to reach out to use it to resist, just like a soulless beast, waiting for the massacre by the crowd.

Xuan Jiu glanced at the unresponsive Mozi's book, and then looked at Ye Xi, who was surrounded by people at the moment, when would he wait if he didn't make a move at this moment?Xuan Jiu pulled out the sword of the disciple next to him, and went directly towards Ye Xi.

Mo Zishu was taken aback, seeing Xuan Jiu was about to stab Ye Xi, he put one hand behind his back, and secretly helped Ye Xi.

A burst of strong light shook everyone around Ye Xi several meters away.Ye Xi was taken aback for a moment, looked up at Mo Zishu at this moment, frowned slightly, and motioned to ask him why he wanted to save her.

Seeing that the crowd continued to move forward, Mo Zishu immediately flew down and slapped Ye Xi on the chest.Ye Xi's body flew a few meters away, and directly hit the sacred stake where the soul-breaking wine was placed.Spitting out a mouthful of black blood, Ye Xi dazedly covered her heart, and when she looked up, Mo Zishu was already holding the Chixue Sword against her chest.

"I beg you don't kill me... at least let me finish this dream, please don't do it..." Ye Xi begged bitterly, she had begged Mo Zishu again and again, if one day she had to die , then he absolutely must not do anything, because that would break her heart into pieces.

Mo Zishu looked at Ye Xi coldly, "I can wash away your blood! That's why I never promised you!"

Ye Xi was startled, her eyes were like copper bells, her tears fell silently on Chi Xuejian, the cold air from Chi Xue Sword froze Ye Xi's tears into teardrops, then fell to the ground and melted again, evaporated...

The Chixue sword sank into her heart, Mo Zishu trembled, and the Chixue sword that had pierced into her heart was pushed in again.Ye Xi couldn't say a word, and tried to raise her hand to hold the Chixue sword. There were only one or two painful groans. She looked at him, and watched her beloved man push her life to death bit by bit. the end.

She tightly held the Chixue sword in her hand, it was icy cold, she couldn't stop the Chixue sword from sinking into her body bit by bit.

She closed her eyes slightly, and her blood-colored eyes were slightly covered with a touch of moisture from the long and narrow eyelashes, and the blood-stained hands were hanging powerlessly on her sides.Mozi pulled out the Chixue Sword coldly in his hand, looked at the crowd and said, "This time...are you satisfied?"

Everyone was shocked, with such an astonishing side, no one would have thought that Ye Xi would die in the hands of Mo Zishu like this.Mo Zishu's body was propped weakly on the ground, a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, "From now on, I will have nothing to do with Fuyun Pavilion or the people of the Six Realms!"

Everyone was stunned and knelt down together, but they didn't know what to say.The Chixue sword fell to the ground, and Mo Zishu walked over, holding Ye Xi who was motionless at the moment, and said in a low voice: "Trust me, I will definitely be able to..."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a gust of evil wind all around, and everyone was shocked, only to hear a scream from the people in the distance.They all dispersed, only to see that the place was filled with black air.

"Mozi Shu! I want you to be buried with the entire Fuyun Pavilion!" Only a roar was heard.Everyone was taken aback for a moment, it turned out to be the Demon Lord.

The Mozun propped himself on the ground, out of breath, as if he had finally arrived.There was a trace of tears in his eyes, and the disciple not far away was forcibly sucked up by him as soon as he raised his hand. He held his neck with one hand and turned it around hard, only to hear a "click", the man's The neck was directly broken by him.

Mo Zishu just looked at Ye Xi in his arms, and the three elders looked at Mo Zishu, "My lord, this must never happen, Fuyun..."

"What does the floating cloud have to do with me?" As soon as the words fell, Mo Zishu picked up Ye Xi who was on the ground and walked towards the purple bamboo forest.

Mozun was stunned for a moment, looked at the Mo Zishu at this moment, and flew forward, gnashing his teeth, and all the disciples rushed forward in a swarm, fighting together.

Mo Zishu flew up with Ye Xi's body in his arms, and returned to Zizhu Courtyard, where he saw Nian Wushuang was sitting there waiting for him.

Mo Zishu immediately walked up, handed Ye Xi to Nian Wushuang, and then immediately turned around to block the powerful airflow in front of him.

Snow was flying, Mozun stood in front, his hands were full of blood, he looked at Mo Zishu for a moment, he saw his face was pale, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and the white clothes were instantly stained with blood.

His complexion changed, and he looked at Ye Xi behind him, only to see that Ye Xi in Nian Wushuang's arms was wounded, but there was no blood, and then he realized what Mo Zishu had done.

The disciple Qiqi from behind chased Mozun and walked in. Mozun wiped the blood off his hands, looked at Ye Xi behind Mo Zishu and said, "Leave it to me..."

Nian Wushuang hugged Ye Xi tightly, unwilling to hand Ye Xi over to him.

The crowd surrounded the entire Zizhu courtyard, Hao Nan in the dark looked at Ye Xi who was lying in Nian Wushuang's arms and smiled slightly, "She can't die."

Qin Qinghe on the side was taken aback, "What did you say?"

She looked at Ye Xi in disbelief at this moment, and only then did she notice something strange. There were only wounds on her body, but not much bleeding. They only saw Mo Zishu sinking the Chixue Sword deeply into her body, but they didn't see it. Ye Xi was bleeding.

"How is it possible?" Qin Qinghe sighed in disbelief.

"It is said that Nan Wuxiang, the master of the Regent's Pavilion in the Demon Realm, knows such kung fu, backlashing Dafa, and can transfer what one person suffers to another person. This may not be a big deal for Mo Zishu, the head of the four gods of the six realms. Impossible." A trace of blackness flickered in Haonan's eyes, Qin Qinghe looked at Haonan at this moment, and asked in a low voice: "Who are you?"

Hao Nan smiled, and asked the same question again, "The person who will help you."

Qin Qinghe chuckled disdainfully, "You should be a dementor Gu."

Hao Nan was silent when he heard the words, neither denied nor admitted.

"Years ago, Fuyun Pavilion appeared for the first time Dementor Gu." Qin Qinghe said intentionally or unintentionally.

Hao Nan smiled, "Since you know, why ask me?"

Qin Qinghe looked at Haonan at this moment, "Who is behind the scenes manipulating you? Why help me? What good will it do you?"

(End of this chapter)