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

Chapter 31 How insidious!

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With the strength of Ye Qingmeng's demonic energy, once he self-destructs, even a demon king would inevitably be corroded by the demonic energy and fall on the spot!

Tang Moyu retreated in horror, but Ye Qingmeng closed his eyes calmly.

The majestic demonic energy was like water in a violently shaking cup, unable to stop escaping and about to gush out.

At the critical moment, Cang Lei fell.

"It's not like you to make yourself so embarrassed."

In the girl's ears, along with the thunder, there sounded a teasing sound that was both distressed and annoyed.

Ye Qingmeng slowly opened her eyes and looked at the familiar face that was as warm as the spring breeze. She couldn't believe it for a moment.

"You...are okay?"

"You are the one in trouble, right?" Xiao Wuyou hugged the little witch tightly in his arms, feeling helpless.

Not to mention the evil energy in her body, just looking at the girl's blood-stained face, you can tell how dangerous this battle is.

"I've let you see my embarrassing side..." The girl said halfway, but frowned in pain, and a burning dark purple devil flame faintly emanated from under her pale skin.

That was not fire, but materialized demonic energy.

It is easy to detonate the demonic energy, but it is impossible to take back the disordered demonic energy.

Ye Qingmeng's evil energy has gotten out of control.

But Xiao Wuyou was not at all flustered, he just sighed slightly and said softly: "I'm sorry."

Without hesitation, Xiao Wuyou kissed those lips that were red with blood.

It tastes scarlet sweet.

The girl groaned quickly, both out of unbearable pain and panic.

The disordered demonic energy burned through her body like a raging fire, but Xiao Wuyou's kiss soothed her pain like a trickle of water.

The girl's originally cold body gradually warmed up due to the gentle touch of his lips.

Ignoring the pain, she trembled and moved her tongue, exchanging tenderness with Xiao Wuyou.

"Are you feeling better?" Xiao Wuyou paused for a moment. Even though he knew that the power of luck had suppressed the chaotic demonic energy, he still couldn't help but ask with concern.

"It's better to say it's great..." Ye Qingmeng forced a smile, "It just hurts a little."

Seeing that Ye Qingmeng still had the energy to make a joke, Xiao Wuyou couldn't help but smile, but soon he frowned and pinched that soft and tender waist hard.

"You should have sensed my presence. Don't be so reckless next time."

Ye Qingmeng looked at him blankly, opened her mouth, and was speechless for a while.

Unfortunately, Xiao Wuyou didn’t have time to guess the feelings in her eyes, so he turned to look at Tang Moyu in the distance.

"Master Tang, how about changing to an opponent with more similar strength?" Xiao Wuyou held the girl in his arms while raising the Long Cang sword, with the lightning blue dragon behind him staring at him fiercely.

Tang Moyou's face turned ashen. He stared at Xiao Wuyou for a long time before he said in a deep voice, "I knew it! This is a trap!"

Xiao Wuyou was slightly stunned, then looked at Ye Qingmeng: "You set a trap?"

Ye Qingmeng couldn't help but smile bitterly when she heard this: "If there was a trap, would I be so embarrassed?"

At this time, Tang Moyu laughed in a dry and hoarse voice.

"It has come to this, is there any need to pretend?!"

Xiao Wuyou raised his head again and looked at Tang Moyu, his eyes as if he was looking at a fool.

As the two were facing each other, the cultivators from both the righteous and evil sides retreated behind them one after another, especially the righteous cultivators whose momentum increased greatly.

Once the powerful gods begin to fight, the difference in numbers among the low-level cultivators will become meaningless.

The battlefield was in chaos, and Xiao Wuyou would never dare to abandon Ye Qingmeng who had lost her fighting ability.

Tang Moyu is an expert in using poison, and it would be bad if Ye Qingmeng was affected.

Xiao Wuyou held the sword in his backhand, not daring to be careless at all, always alert to the opponent's every move.

A cold wind blew by, and the next moment, Tang Moyu jumped up as he expected!

The thick dark green evil spirit transformed into the shadow of a huge poisonous scorpion, which attacked with a poison that was enough to corrode everything!

Xiao Wuyou was not willing to be outdone and swung out with all his might.

The blue slash turned into a dragon dancing wildly in the air, and the good and the evil faced the poisonous scorpion!

Taking this as a signal, the monks from both the righteous and evil sides attacked together!

"Follow Lord Xiao and fight your way out!"

"Don't be afraid! Xiao Wuyou is no match for our Tang Zongzhu!"

However, whether it was Xiao Wuyou or the cultivators from both the righteous and evil sides, they were all dumbfounded the next second.

The Thunder Dragon and the Poisonous Scorpion fought for only a moment, and actually crushed the Thunder Dragon completely, and then went straight through Tang Moyu's body.

With a shrill howl, the great demon who had reached the state of incarnation fell from mid-air, vomiting blood.

Xiao Wuyou held the Longcang Sword, froze in place, stunned.

No, do you have to be so exaggerated?! I used less than ten drops of luck in this sword, just to test it out. Logically speaking, a demon in the Spiritualization Stage should be able to block it, right?!

Xiao Wuyou was greatly confused.

The monks from both the righteous and evil sides went crazy in an instant after a brief moment of shock!

In ecstasy, running away at the same time!

"Don't run away, you evil thief! Prepare your death! With Master Xiao here, who dares to act so recklessly?!"

"The leader is dead! The leader died without even being able to block a single blow! Run!"

Even though the masters of magic were being scraped by the foundation-building technique, they did not dare to fight back at this moment and fled in panic.

Xiao Wuyou's act of killing Tang Moyu with one sword was so shocking that the cultivators on both sides completely forgot their numerical advantage for a moment, and the situation was reversed in an instant.

Ye Qingmeng was also shocked, her beautiful eyes trembled slightly, and she whispered: "Although I know that you have become a god, I didn't expect that you could destroy a demon with such ease..."

Xiao Wuyou's mouth twitched, not knowing how to answer.

If you want to kill a spirit with one sword, you will have to spend at least thirty drops of luck, which is quite troublesome.

I didn't expect Tang Moyu to be so fragile. Could it be that this guy's cultivation level in the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation was improved by taking drugs?

Xiao Wuyou looked at Tang Moyu's body, puzzled.

At the same time, in the corner of the forest.

"Hahahahahaha! I succeeded! You never expected that, Xiao Wuyou, even if you win, you can't kill me!"

Tang Moyu laughed wildly towards the sky.

From the moment he saw Xiao Wuyou, even though he couldn't see through the other party's specific cultivation level, Tang Moyu realized that he would definitely lose.

This siege was a trap from the beginning!

Xiao Wuyou had already contacted Ye Qingmeng and made a plan, and then lured her to reveal her intentions during the negotiation. Xiaowen's actions were probably expected by the other party. She thought she had successfully delayed Xiao Wuyou's actions, but she didn't know that Xiao Wuyou had already hidden in the ancient city!

Tang Moyu glanced gloomily in the direction of the ancient city, feeling a little frightened.

Now that I think about it, Ye Qingmeng was probably just a bait!

Xiao Wuyou's purpose was never just to save people. From the very beginning, he wanted to lure the enemy into his territory and kill him on the spot!

How insidious!

"Fortunately, I have a backup plan......!" Tang Moyu had just finished sighing when his face froze and he kept coughing up blood, his breath suddenly becoming weak.

Chapter 32 Give it to the Devil for Free

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Tang Moyu’s backup method is the poison clone.

At the cost of sacrificing his vitality, he can instantly transfer his soul from his main body to his clone and escape the disaster!

Of course, the price to pay is that life span will be shortened and cultivation will decline in a short period of time, but it is all worth it in order to escape from Xiao Wuyou.

As for the pursuit of the Demon Emperor, that is a story for later. Knowing that he could not defeat Xiao Wuyou, he did not dare to confront him head-on, and could only take one step at a time.

He would be content if he could save his life from Xiao Wuyou.

"Hmph, even if you two, the righteous and the evil, fight to the death, I will survive to the end!" Tang Moyu gritted his teeth and said firmly.

Having lived to this age, Tang Moyu has become indifferent to everything. Be it the devil's way or the strange poison sect, these are all external things after all.

Life is the most precious thing. As long as you are alive, there is hope!

Tang Moyu walked among the lush woods, and the narrow path suddenly opened up, reflecting a ray of light.

That is the light that symbolizes hope!

Tang Moyu was delighted and could not help but quicken his pace, and couldn't wait to cross the forest in front of him!

Then he froze.

Unable to understand. Unable to act. Staring with eyes wide open and mouth open, but unable to utter a single word, Tang Moyou stood there frozen in place, as if he had lost his soul.

Because behind the forest, there are endless righteous monks!

A group of righteous monks were also shocked by the arrival of the devil.

However, the leading Yin Yang Dao Jun immediately reacted and subconsciously murmured: "Tang Moyou?"

"I, I..." Tang Moyu's mind went blank.

Afterwards, the eyes of the righteous monks suddenly showed the excitement and enthusiasm that only a wretched uncle would have when meeting a lone loli!

"It's him! The leader of the Guidu Sect, Tang Moyu!"

"What are you waiting for? Come on!"

"Don't leave, devil!"

"Oh my great sword!"

Hundreds of monks attacked at the same time, and the Taoist magics descended from the sky like a colorful storm.

Tang Moyu's cultivation had already suffered a sharp decline due to the soul-transferring technique, and now he was targeted by a group of cultivators, and was stunned for a moment.

"A bunch of ants, how dare you?!"

But the humiliation and pain of being fired upon by hundreds of monks also aroused the last bit of anger in Tang Moyu.

With his roar, the poisonous gas turned into a mad dragon, easily tearing apart the monks' encirclement.

However, a black and white Bagua sword with mysterious meaning fell from the sky, like a falling two-colored meteor, and pierced straight through Tang Moyu's heart!

The poisonous gas tornado stopped instantly. Tang Moyu stared at his chest in a daze, grabbing the hilt of the sword, but he couldn't pull it out.

"What? Do you think you are a deity?" Yin Yang Taoist came with his hands behind his back, looking down at Tang Moyu proudly, extremely happy.

Originally, he was just at the lowest level in the early stage of the Spiritual Transformation, and was considered the least worthy among the powerful ones.

I never thought that he would one day kill the big devil!

Tang Moyu raised his head, his bloodshot eyes filled with endless anger.

"You thought... you beat me?"

"what?"

"If it weren't for Xiao Wuyou, how could I have fallen to this point?!"

That's right, if it wasn't for Xiao Wuyou, how could he fall into the trap so easily? If it wasn't for Xiao Wuyou, how could he use the poison clone to escape in a hurry? If it wasn't for Xiao Wuyou, how could he be ambushed by the righteous monks when he was so weak? !

How could he be so willing? !

Tang Moyu kept vomiting blood, but he burst out with terrifying strength and stood up suddenly. His claws were dark green and used as thorns. They were filled with a strange poison that could corrode everything. He rushed towards Yin Yang Taoist!

This dying blow was so swift and powerful that the Taoist Master Yin Yang was unable to react for a moment!

Unfortunately, just as the stab was about to touch Yin Yang Taoist's chest, Tang Moyu's legs went weak and he knelt down.

"Xiao Wuyou...I am unwilling to accept..."