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

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At the same time, Demon Realm.

The righteous mighty men, headed by the four great clan leaders, could only crawl on the ground at this moment, feeling trembling and uneasy.

Even the Demon Emperor is no match for the Sword Immortal, so who else in the world can compete with Longyue?

However, the mysterious and powerful man was far beyond their imagination!

The hazy moon is broken.

"You should have known you were no match for him ten thousand years ago, why are you still so stubborn?"

The incarnation of the Heavenly Dao stood with his hands behind his back in front of Bei Ming Long Yue. His face looked ordinary, but it exuded endless Taoist charm and a hint of pity.

"Why not serve me? You might just become the best demon ever."

The disintegrating Misty Moon fell slowly like broken jade. The Sword Immortal himself had one arm hanging down, his white clothes were stained with bright red, and his breath was scattered.

Only that look is still as sharp as ever.

Silent silence is a rejection.

The incarnation of heaven sighed, then raised his hand leisurely.

Bei Ming Long Yue tensed up, ready to meet the enemy with his strongest attack, but unexpectedly, the opponent's figure suddenly became illusory, and a mysterious Taoist rhyme also became ethereal.

"Unfortunately, that's it for now."

"But we'll see you soon."

The sky returned to silence.

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The Demon Emperor is the faith of the demon practitioners.

With the fall of the Demon Emperor, the entire demon army collapsed and could no longer cause any trouble.

From this day on, there will be no more evil in the world. The ten thousand year long battle between good and evil ends with the defeat of the evil.

For the righteous defenders of Linjiang City, it was undoubtedly a tragic victory, but when the surviving monks thought that they should have been slaughtered like ants by the Demon Emperor, they could only feel joy.

No one will ever forget the glazed sword light that cut through the sky.

They witnessed the moment when the Demon Emperor fell!

At the same time, he also witnessed the true power of the Sword God!

Either way, it's enough to brag about for a lifetime.

That night, the monks cleared a piece of space on the ruins in the center of Linjiang City.

The monks drank, sang and danced, celebrating this battle between good and evil that was enough to be recorded in the history of the world of immortal cultivation.

"That Demon Emperor was so scary! He just chased me! Then the master made a loud noise! ​​The Demon Emperor made a loud bang! The two of them started to make a lot of noises..."

Tushan Momo, who had regained her loli body shape, stood on a collapsed building, dancing and vaguely describing the scene at that time. She actually made the group of young monks listen with great interest and full of admiration.

On the other side, Liu Feiyan hugged her shoulders, swung her ponytail, and her little head almost tilted up to the sky.

"In short, don't forget that this battle was won thanks to someone."

"If it weren't for my Wuyou's help..."

"Yes, we all understand!"

All the sect leaders and independent cultivators greeted the petite girl in front of them with flattering greetings.

But she didn't do it for her own vanity.

Liu Feiyan narrowed one eye and deliberately lengthened her voice: "If my family Wuyou is in trouble in the future... um?"

The monks immediately patted their chests and nodded repeatedly.

"We will never forget Master Xiao's kindness!"

"Master Xiao said one word, and we will go through fire and water for him, no matter what!"

"Don't mention difficulties. Even if there are no difficulties, we are willing to serve Master Xiao as dogs and horses on weekdays!"

In a corner of the ruins, there is a makeshift resting place.

Xiao Wuyou sat on the cushion in the middle, holding a cup of freshly brewed spiritual tea. Looking at the awe-inspiring eyes of the people in the distance, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Even the big names in the world of immortal cultivation no longer put on airs in front of him.

The scene of beheading the Demon Emperor was deeply engraved in the hearts of each of them. If no one dared to object before only because of the face of the young master, now all the cultivators truly revere the name of the Sword God.

This time, I can no longer keep a low profile.

However, the death of the Demon Emperor did relieve him of a major worry.

There is no need to keep a low profile right now.

Xiao Wuyou slowly swallowed a sip of the spiritual tea, and then turned his gaze to the group of powerful gods in front of him, led by Yin Yang Taoist.

"Please don't be polite, everyone. Please take a seat."

The group of powerful gods seemed reserved in front of Xiao Wuyou.

He waited until Xiao Wuyou spoke before he dared to sit down.

Seeing that everyone seemed to be hesitant to speak, yet lowered their heads and dared not look him in the face, Xiao Wuyou felt a little amused.

Sure enough, for the monks, strength is everything.

That sword, which has surpassed the realm of refining emptiness and is almost capable of cutting through heaven and earth, is still too exciting for them, right?

But is it necessary to be so afraid? After all, I am still a righteous genius, and I am in the same group as you. In terms of seniority, I am lower than you!

Xiao Wuyou was not used to such a serious situation, so he kindly said: "Seniors, there is no need to..."

Yin Yang Dao Jun's expression immediately changed: "Master Xiao! We don't deserve it! How dare we be your senior!"

"We should be the ones calling you senior!" Chisha Luohan corrected with a stern face.

Seeing everyone's serious expressions, Xiao Wuyou had no choice but to compromise: "It's up to you."

It is true that seniority in the world of immortal cultivation is determined by one's cultivation level. Perhaps they thought that their cultivation level was incredibly high, so their attitude changed drastically.

"I know you have a lot of questions to ask, so you're welcome, but it doesn't hurt to ask."

After hearing what Xiao Wuyou said, several great gods looked at each other, exchanged thoughts privately, and finally Yin Yang Taoist took the lead and asked the question that they cared about most.

"Master Xiao, who are you?"

Xiao Wuyou wanted to joke about "man", but Yin Yang Daojun looked so cautious that he didn't even dare to breathe. In order not to ruin the atmosphere, he pretended to be mysterious and asked, "Who do you think I am?"

"Are you... a peer of the Sword Immortal?"

This is not just the idea of ​​Yin Yang Taoist.

Including Elder Tianya of the Juejian Sect, no one believed that Xiao Wuyou was really just a genius.

Even the most talented cultivators have their limits. How could a young genius be so scheming and yet have such high cultivation levels that he could defeat those ancient masters so many times? ?

Unless, Xiao Wuyou himself is also an ancient powerful being who has survived to this day!

In fact, they had doubts deep in their hearts, but this idea was too arrogant, and no one dared to question the Sword Immortal of Longyue.

But now, after seeing the sword that was powerful enough to kill the Demon Emperor and almost cut through the sky, they could no longer suppress the doubts in their hearts.

"..."

Under everyone's eager gaze, Xiao Wuyou did not rush to answer, but took a sip of tea slowly.

He's not being mysterious.

But he had a terrible headache.

These guys actually guessed it right?!

I have been reincarnated for several lifetimes. In a sense, it seems that it is not wrong to say that I am from the same era as my junior master? !

But it wouldn't be a good idea to just reveal everything like this, especially since the matter of the Son of Fortune must not be revealed to them.

So Xiao Wuyou could only smile and look at Yin Yang Daojun: "Yes, and no."

Think about it yourself. If you say it is, it is. If you say it is not, it is not. I am too lazy to argue.

The gods nodded slightly, but their hearts were filled with turbulent waves.

Yes, no.

Just a short sentence, but so mysterious.

"Everyone, what exactly does Lord Xiao mean?" Chisha Arhat couldn't help but ask through voice transmission.

No one dared to make a definite answer, except for Yin Yang Dao Jun, who looked as gloomy as water: "Isn't the answer obvious?"

"As we expected, Lord Xiao is indeed an ancient great being of the same generation as Lord Jianxian!"

Elder Hei Feng at the side asked in confusion: "Then why did he say no?"

If Xiao Wuyou is really an ancient great being, then his cultivation that can rival the Demon Emperor and his far-sighted mind can be explained.

But why did he pretend to be a righteous genius? And why did he serve under the sword immortal?

There are still many doubts.

Yin Yang Daojun was silent for a moment, then quietly reminded everyone: "We, the younger generation, should not speculate on the profound meaning of the ancient great powers."

"Master Xiao said no, but he was actually reminding us not to make it public!"

When everyone heard this, they all fell silent and dared not speak or comment anymore.

Chapter 85 Who Am I

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Amid the silence of all the powerful gods, only Xiao Wuyou was leisurely, quietly raising his glass to sip the wine, and his every move was full of composure.

This calmness made everyone believe in Xiao Wuyou's identity as an ancient great power!

However, after drinking a cup of hot tea and looking at the powerful people in front of him with tense faces, Xiao Wuyou was not as calm as he expressed.

No, you guys talk!

What does it mean to keep staring at me?!

Xiao Wuyou was not afraid of them, but in the darkness, a group of old men and women in Taoist robes with shaved faces stared at him without saying a word. It really felt like something out of a Hong Kong horror movie.

Helplessly, Xiao Wuyou had to open his mouth and say: "Actually, I also have some questions for you."

"What do you mean, Lord Xiao?" Yin Yang Taoist was a little surprised.

"What do you think about Ye Qingmeng?"

During the battle with the Demon Emperor, many cultivators witnessed Ye Qingmeng's fall into evil.

Even in the demonic world, those who are on the verge of falling into demonic realm are regarded as dangerous elements.

What's more, the pitch-black butterfly wings of Ye Qingmeng Demon when he fell were too terrifying, and he really didn't look like a good person.

I think many people would regard him as a dangerous demon cultivator and criticize him.

Especially when the evil sect has already perished, there is no need to keep Ye Qingmeng alive.

In order to avoid trouble in the future, we have to start by helping Ye Qingmeng to build relationships with the top leaders of the righteous path.

Of course, if this group of righteous gods really dislike Ye Qingmeng, Xiao Wuyou doesn't mind talking to them about reason - the prophecy scenes and thunder tribulation are completely over, and he has plenty of time.

Faced with Xiao Wuyou's question, no one dared to act rashly, and they began to discuss privately.

"Master Xiao, why do you mention that evil witch? The Demon Emperor is dead, so that girl is no longer useful, right?"

"Be careful with your words! Haven't you heard that Lord Xiao and Ye Qingmeng are suspected to be Taoist couples?!"

"Wait, if Lord Xiao is really an ancient great being of the same generation as Lord Jianxian, why would he be interested in a girl..."

The group of people couldn't come to a conclusion after discussing for a long time, but they didn't dare to be perfunctory for fear of upsetting Xiao Wuyou.

But Yin Yang Taoist was stunned.

Xiao Wuyou had tried to protect Ye Qingmeng many times before, which showed that he admired Ye Qingmeng very much!

At a time like this, of course we have to follow Xiao Wuyou's wishes!