I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

"Stop talking nonsense. If we don't run away, we will die!"

"Wow wow wow wow my sister Black Butterfly, I can't live without you!"

The monks helped each other and quickly fled out of the city. They still had a glimmer of hope, but the ordinary people were not so lucky.

Mortals with weaker constitutions fainted directly under this pressure. How could those who did not faint run out of the city in such a short time by their own legs?

"Big Sister, are we going to abandon them?" Zhang Huaiyu couldn't bear it when he saw the mortals along the way crawling on the ground humbly, kowtowing and begging, or locking themselves in place in despair.

It is said that immortals and mortals are separated, and the stories of cultivating immortals should not interfere too much in the mundane world. But Zhang Huaiyu also practiced all the way from a mortal, so how could he not feel compassion?

Not only Zhang Huaiyu, almost all the monks in Red Maple Valley had red eyes.

"...Try to take as many as you can." Zhang Caiwei's voice was hoarse and helpless.

Even if each of them brought a dozen or twenty civilians, they would not be able to save the tens of thousands of people in the City That Never Sleeps.

Doing this is just a drop in the bucket, just to help relieve the guilt of the junior sisters and prevent them from developing inner demons.

Above the city that never sleeps, Li Xueyao condensed a blood-red magic ball that was so huge that it almost covered the sky and the sun, like a crimson full moon.

Everyone in the City That Never Sleeps saw this strange scene and felt a chill down their spine.

It was pure Hell-Blood Demonic Energy, which was more than enough to destroy the City That Never Sleeps with one strike. It was even enough to corrode the entire land with the demonic energy, making it impossible for life to be born for decades.

Li Xueyao held up the crimson full moon, his facial features had already festered from being unable to withstand the expanding demonic energy, but he was unaware of it. He only felt that everything under his feet was so small, even Xiao Wuyou was just as ridiculous as a small stone.

"This is the price of being my enemy!"

Li Xueyao suddenly threw down the huge blood-colored magic ball.

The creatures of the City That Never Sleeps are only a thin line away from destruction.

However, Xiao Wuyou slashed with his sword, turning this line into an insurmountable chasm!

With the blessing of the dark purple aura, the Netherworld Sword excitedly emitted a deep sword sound. On the sword body, magic patterns emerged, revealing its true appearance.

It was forged with netherworld magic gold, absorbing the resentment, grief, and despair of the countless creatures in the world, and forged on the bones of the seven true demons. Holding this sword is like the presence of the demon king himself, transforming living beings into demons, swallowing up the heavens and destroying the earth. The sword body is pitch black, and the demonic energy on the blade is surging, and the murderous aura is overflowing. Just looking directly at the sword body, those who are distracted will be corroded by the demonic energy and their minds will be corrupted.

The profound sword intent condensed into a physical entity, like an evil yet gorgeous four-winged butterfly, soaring in the night sky!

The blood-red magic ball that should have destroyed the City That Never Sleeps was firmly bound by the four wings of the Netherworld Butterfly. No matter how much power it exerted, it could not break free.

Then, the blood-colored magic ball could no longer bear it and exploded.

It was like scarlet stardust erupting from within, the hellish blood demonic energy gushing out in all directions like boiling magma, and there was a red meteor shower, and every bit of starlight carried enough power to terrify.

But even this doomsday-like scene was still unable to break free from the wings of the Nether Butterfly.

The Netherworld Butterfly seemed to have consciousness and instinctively stretched out along the demonic energy. Then strange and intricate patterns appeared on its four wings, and it absorbed the erupting demonic energy bit by bit like a cannibal.

The blood-colored magic ball exploded completely, dyeing the entire night sky red.

But when the red faded, the City That Never Sleeps remained the same, except for the Netherworld Butterfly, which seemed to have had a delicious meal and was floating gracefully behind Xiao Wuyou.

"No..." After witnessing all this, the last bit of Li Xueyao's sanity was burned away, and his entire body fell apart.

Li Xueyao's body could no longer bear it. Red light came out of his eyes, ears, and mouth: "No no no no no! This lord, how could it be------"

Seeing that Li Xueyao himself was about to explode due to the expansion of demonic energy, in an instant, the black blade passed by, the sword rang melodiously, and the netherworld butterfly left a last beautiful dance under the night sky.

Xiao Wuyou stepped on the ground and sheathed his sword, just like a butterfly behind him folding its wings and slowly floating down.

The arrogant Crimson Demon Lord could not even utter a final wail. Like a fallen leaf, he was ignited by the demonic flames, turned into dust, and withered miserably and humbly.

Chapter 60 She is not a bad person

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"The leader of the Blood Hell Sect... has fallen?!"

The monks in the City That Never Sleeps stared in astonishment at the bloody demonic energy in the night sky that was slowly disappearing, simply unable to believe it.

The God Transformation Stage is a terrifying existence second only to those hidden powers, and it dominates the prosperity of the world of immortal cultivation. Because they are too powerful, the slightest friction will disturb the peace of the world of immortal cultivation. The gods of both the good and evil sides are extremely restrained and close to the sects, and never show their faces easily.

Over thousands of years, the structure of the immortal cultivation world has been determined. Who could have imagined that a demon god would fall so easily?

Moreover, he fell at the hands of the younger generation of the righteous path!

"It's totally worth staying here this time! We are witnessing history!" The young monk was amazed and felt that he was lucky to witness a great battle between good and evil.

The older generation of cultivators all looked gloomy: "With the destruction of the Blood Prison Sect, the world of immortal cultivation is likely to change..."

As for the majority of the civilians, they did not understand what had happened. They simply hugged each other and cried, feeling lucky that they had survived.

But everyone wanted to know which young monk did all this.

People spontaneously rushed to the direction where Xiao Wuyou fell, wanting to get a glimpse of his lineup.

Xiao Wuyou looked at the crowd of people, at the glances coming from all directions, some of which were filled with fear, awe, or admiration, but he remained calm.

From the moment he first met Liu Feiyan, Xiao Wuyou gradually forgot the original distinction between high and low in the world of immortal cultivation based on realm.

In his opinion, he was just helping Ye Qingmeng, the Son of Fortune, to deal with a minor role.

The fight is already over, why are these guys still making a fuss?

"There is no need to panic. The battle is over. I will leave now and will not bother you any more." Xiao Wuyou bowed to the people neither humbly nor arrogantly, then stepped on the Tanxu Youlong Step and rushed to the direction where Ye Qingmeng and others were.

"The young man in white, holding the magic sword, is calm and composed."

"Could that person be from the Absolute Sword Sect?!"

"Juejianzong Xiao Wuyou, who else could it be except him?!"

"The young are to be feared, the young are to be feared..."

If before Xiao Wuyou was just a young genius that people would occasionally mention after dinner, from now on, he would become truly famous throughout the entire world of immortal cultivation and become the most dazzling star of this era that cannot be ignored.

But those are all later stories. Xiao Wuyou now has another problem to worry about.

Following the scent, he returned to Ye Qingmeng and the others. As he expected, Zhang Caiwei and the others were not so easy to accept Ye Qingmeng and surrounded her.

It wasn't a tense situation, but it wasn't that serious either. There was obvious hostility in the eyes of the righteous monks as they looked at Ye Qingmeng.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Xiao, on your great success in killing that old villain from the Blood Prison Sect. Is this witch still of any use to you?" Upon seeing Xiao Wuyou coming back, Zhang Caiwei asked him while being wary of Ye Qingmeng.

Song Dugu also stepped forward to ask: "Big Brother, how should we deal with this evil woman?"

Seeing these two men full of murderous intent, Xiao Wuyou felt a headache: "Be patient. Ye Qingmeng is not an enemy."

Zhang Caiwei was very confused, just like hearing that the sun is a cube: "Brother Xiao, you have used her to deal with the leader of the Blood Prison Sect. Since the plan has been completed, why do you want to keep this witch alive?"

That's right, although the prophecy has been resolved, how to save Ye Qingmeng from the hands of the righteous is still a problem.

To be honest, Xiao Wuyou couldn't think of a good explanation.

Xiao Wuyou walked to Ye Qingmeng first and protected her behind him, just in case, and then slowly said: "Actually, Ye Qingmeng is not a bad person."

Ye Qingmeng's eyes trembled, but she sighed helplessly.

Xiao Wuyou really was thinking about himself. But how could he fool people with such specious words?

"Don't explain for me. I am the Saint of the Demonic Path. If I continue to argue, it will only implicate you." Ye Qingmeng whispered, looking around, planning to escape.

But Xiao Wuyou held her hand tightly at this moment, stared at her, and said in a voice transmission: "I said, I don't care about those."

Anyway, Xiao Wuyou doesn't care about the chief's face. If there is no other way, he can only ask his fellow Taoists to let Ye Qingmeng go for the time being.

After all, I just saved their lives, so I should still do them this favor, right?

Xiao Wuyou understood and slowly said to everyone: "Actually, Ye Qingmeng is not what you think..."

What he didn't expect was that when he said this, Zhang Caiwei's eyes suddenly lit up: "So that's how it is!"

Xiao Wuyou was stunned.

What's going on? I haven't said anything yet!

Zhang Caiwei leaned in front of Xiao Wuyou and said in an unfathomable tone, "Brother Xiao, you want to say that Ye Qingmeng is not what we thought, right?"

So what exactly are you thinking?!

"Well, anyway, she is not a bad person." Helplessly, Xiao Wuyou could only give a vague answer.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Caiwei nodded slightly, as if she had expected it.

Not only Xiao Wuyou, but all the righteous cultivators were confused.

Zhang Huaiyu asked first: "Big sister, do you know what Senior Brother Xiao means?"

"Brother Xiao, what you want to say is that Ye Qingmeng is not our enemy, right?" Zhang Caiwei looked at Xiao Wuyou for confirmation.

"Uh... almost."

"Can I say it out loud?" Zhang Caiwei asked respectfully, but her eager excitement was already evident in her words.

"What did you say?" Xiao Wuyou was a little curious.

Zhang Caiwei raised her finger and pointed at Ye Qingmeng, and announced loudly to all the righteous monks:

"Ye Qingmeng is not actually a demon, but a person of our righteous path from the beginning!"

That’s right, only this can explain why Xiao Wuyou favored her before and sent Ye Qingmeng away early in the ancient tomb of the devil, and why the leader of the Blood Prison Sect took action against Ye Qingmeng.

At first, Zhang Caiwei thought that it was Xiao Wuyou who instigated the internal strife among the demons, which led to the dispute over the demon ancient tomb and the pursuit of Ye Qingmeng by the leader of the Blood Hell Sect.

But if that was true, why would Xiao Wuyou protect Ye Qingmeng? !

Unless Ye Qingmeng has a reason worthy of his protection!

How could a righteous gentleman like Xiao Wuyou be blinded by beauty? And how could the woman who could win her heart be a demonic witch? !

After Zhang Caiwei said this, Xiao Wuyou and Ye Qingmeng were both stunned.

No, sister, you have misunderstood a lot! Xiao Wuyou looked as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

However, the most ridiculous thing is that these guys actually believed it!

"I said that the eldest senior brother would never get close to a demon woman. If it were someone like me, it would make sense." Song Dugu muttered to himself.

Zhang Huaiyu exclaimed with great admiration: "It turns out that Senior Brother Xiao's plan started so early!"

When did it start? How come I didn't know?! Xiao Wuyou felt that the misunderstanding was getting worse.

However, as long as they don't regard Ye Qingmeng as a sinner of the evil way who is doomed to die, it seems that nothing will happen?

Just when Xiao Wuyou was relaxing, someone asked, "But why would a righteous cultivator pretend to be a demon saint?"

Zhang Caiwei, who was originally very proud, suddenly lost her spirit, laughed dryly, and looked at Xiao Wuyou for help: "This, this needs to be answered by Senior Brother Xiao himself."

Xiao Wuyou is going crazy.

How should I know the answer to this hypothesis you just made up? !

Chapter 61 The Future

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Xiao Wuyou racked his brains to think of what to say while maintaining a calm smile on his face.

Seeing Xiao Wuyou smiling but not saying anything, the younger sisters thought the question was too simple and were afraid of being looked down upon by Xiao Wuyou. After all, the fact that the elder sister could see Xiao Wuyou's plan already made them look stupid, so they rushed to ask questions one after another, showing that they were not fools who couldn't think.

"Brother, how did Ye Qingmeng become a saint?"

"Brother Xiao, what about the artifact magic ring?"

"Brother Xiao, how did you predict that the Blood Prison Sect would attack tonight?"

For the first time, Xiao Wuyou felt that women’s curiosity was so terrible.

Just when he was in a state of panic, Ye Qingmeng came to his rescue: "Actually, I was not always on the right path."

"Oh? What's going on?" Including Zhang Caiwei and others, everyone's eyes turned to Ye Qingmeng curiously.

Ye Qingmeng frowned in distress, held her cheek, and tilted her head: "What should I do? Xiao Wuyou, can I tell you?"

Xiao Wuyou immediately understood that the woman had thought of an excuse, and was overjoyed, but said in a commanding tone: "Just say it."

Ye Qingmeng nodded slightly, then told everyone one by one.

"In fact, I was originally a Saint of the Demonic Path. However, I did not want to join the Demonic Path. I was still young at that time, and I could not resist the bullying of the Demon Emperor. It was really a helpless act..."

"Alas, I have always been kind, but in order to survive, I had to turn to the evil path and go against my conscience."

Ye Qingmeng’s acting skills are superb, with a sad sigh, a desolate hum, and eyes filled with tears. Even the most hard-hearted person would feel pity under her tearful face.

The girls in Red Maple Valley were naturally overwhelmed by what they heard. They cursed the Demon Emperor inwardly and felt sympathy for Ye Qingmeng's tragic experience.