Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

He received countless demons. Naturally, he was no stranger to such things.

The headmaster's eyes turned to the stone, "qingrang, this is..."

"Martial uncle Feng is right. This is the demon pill of the rat king." Yunqing asked carelessly, and then waved his finger gently, and the demon pill hung in the air.

"There is a divine sense of the rat king here, which was collected into the demon pill by me," said Yunqing slowly.

Xia Qingluo opened her mouth in surprise

The same is true of Feng Qinghe. At the same time, an unknown premonition arises spontaneously, and her heart begins to jump.

"It's just a pity that the rat King's divine sense can't speak, so he can't interrogate in detail what he did."

Yunqing let him stand with his hands on his back, and his white clothes were as beautiful as an immortal.

His voice seemed to melt into the breeze around him, but it still penetrated into these people's ears word by word.

The headmaster's look also brought a little pity. Indeed, the divine consciousness attached to the demon pill basically belongs to a sleepy state, so he can't speak even if he wants to interrogate.

He looked at the dead child lying quietly on the grass, and his head hurt a little. Now the qingluan sect is not calm. Yunqing asked him to kill the ancestor of xuanshu sect. Although he has established authority, it is clear that he has formed a hatred now.

Fortunately, the wind direction is on his side.

After all, there is yunqingrang with profound cultivation in the sect, and no one has the courage to publicly provoke.

Today's Xiuxian people have experienced hardships all the way, so they cherish life more than ordinary people.

However, not being public does not mean not being private.

He was worried that the child's affairs would lead to the separation between qingluan sect and Wangxian city. In case it was used again, qingluan sect would lose a lot.

He found out that the child had lost his soul.

Obviously, even Da Luo Jinxian can't save him.

The headmaster rubbed his forehead and sighed, "qingrang, is this demon pill still useful now?"

"Naturally there is." Yunqing asked him to look at the demon pill floating in the air and said faintly.

"Then say it."

"Master, I learned a spell by chance some time ago."

"What spell?"

"Time tracing!"

"What?" the headmaster was surprised and surprised. "Time tracing?"

"Yes, I found the magic engraved on the wall when I was fighting with the devil. I thought it was interesting and learned it."

This spell is good or bad.

Without combat and aggression, it is a small spell that can re display what has happened in the past period of time.

Xia Qingluo is stunned. NIMA, why does it sound so familiar.

And Feng Qinghe finally knew that she was flustered, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Frightened eyes looked at Yun qingrang, his face was pale without a trace of blood.

"Feng Qinghe, what's the matter with you?" Yunqing asked faintly.

"Elder martial brother, I......" Feng Qing and her voice trembled.

"Since it's hard for you to say because of my face, I'll let the God of the rat King know himself."

"Elder martial brother?" Feng Qinghe had a dying hope in his eyes.

"I use time tracing to show you everything that just happened in front of the rat king."

Yunqing made his eyes cool, and his mouth was filled with a smile. With a wave of his sleeve, a dazzling purple light rose into the ai