There are always fairies plotting against me

Ao Niantun glanced at Lan Cangjun, his expression softened slightly and he turned into a black dragon, soaring into the sky.

Lan Cangjun flew up with an expressionless face and frowned slightly as he looked ahead. He knew in his heart that the opening of this cave was related to the upper realm, but his father did not say much.

Just tell him to drive the humans into a certain place and watch them in person - and then he will know everything.

The father also said that Lu Jinan must be sent there, so he set the goal of gathering the human race.

Because there is no way Lu Jinan wouldn't save him.

However, before Lu Jinan appears, these human cultivators must be driven to that location as soon as possible, otherwise it will be difficult to drive them away when Lu Jinan arrives.

Thinking about it, Lan Cang Jun gave an order: "Speed ​​up!"

"I still think that the demon race knew about the irregular transmission of the cave heaven in advance, otherwise how could they gather so many demons so quickly?"

Qi Xingyu kept talking: "Brother Zhao, do you think so? Brother Jiang, do you think so?"

"If it weren't for the unpredictable teleportation in this cave, we would have found the exit long ago. Damn it, if the demons really knew about this cave in advance, wouldn't they have sealed the exit as well?"

"But they're just surrounding us without killing us. I wonder what their plan is—are they trying to lure Brother Lu over so they can catch us all in one fell swoop?"

"Hey, they're really brave. There's clearly no dragon or phoenix coming, so how can they have the confidence to surround and kill Brother Lu?"

"Even without mentioning Brother Lu, we're enough to give them a hard time, right?"

"Junior Sister Zhou, the cave is so vast, why did your Saint Daughter insist on retreating to the north? Did she and her husband, Brother Lu, set up a killing formation there?"

"Since they were able to gather so many people so quickly, why didn't they just rush in and kill Brother Lu alone?"

Qi Xingyu's incessant voice was very annoying to the ears, but it also gave me a sense of security.

It is well known that the young master of Linyuan Sword Sect also has times when he is less talkative, and that is when he is really serious.

Jiang Wuya picked up a spiritual flower and said, "No matter what the demon tribe's purpose is, we will collect ours and it won't be a problem."

"Second Brother." Guan Wen followed him with her hands behind her back. "According to what Senior Brother Qi said, it's very likely that the demon race knew about this cave in advance. Their plans must be even greater."

"Yeah." Jiang Wuya's eyes were calm. "They have the intelligence advantage. We can just wait and see. There will always be a solution."

"Fortunately, most of the people who came here this time are Hedao—"

"In terms of proportion, the demon race is about the same." Qi Xingyu interjected.

Guan Wen glared at the chatterbox and asked, "Can't you see I'm talking to my second senior brother?"

Qi Xingyu laughed, then turned his head and whispered to Zhao Shize: "I'll tell you—"

In the ice cave that had been silent for who knows how many years, two figures, one black and one white, were reflected.

Zhu Nanzhi, who failed to fully control the "Break the Realm of the World" sword energy, left deep sword energy marks on the surrounding ice, becoming the only sound in this ice cave.

Mu Qingyue stopped and Zhu Nanzhi looked up at the source of the fragrance he had smelled along the way.

Amidst the lingering ice mist like that after a rain, branches deep in the ice layer stretched out, and on the ice platform illuminated by the faint sunlight, a flower as noble as the moonlight in an alley grew.

The flower has four leaves, and on the upward curved branch, there is a red fruit.

Although it is red in color, it is cold in nature.

"Pure Heart Four-Leaf Fruit." Zhu Nanzhi turned his head and looked at Mu Qingyue and said softly.

Mu Qingyue said "hmm" and stepped forward.

Zhu Nanzhi followed her footsteps and said, "The natural treasures I found before are not ripe yet. This Qingxin Four-Leaf Fruit seems to be the same. One of its leaves is smaller than the others."

"Yes." Mu Qingyue came to the front of the Qingxin Four-Leaf Fruit: "It's not ripe yet, so it can't be moved."

Zhu Nanzhi squatted in front of the Qingxin Four-Leaf Fruit and frowned slightly: "Then we can only ripen it quickly. How does the book describe the ripening of the Qingxin Four-Leaf Fruit?

While muttering to herself, Zhu Nanzhi suddenly saw a bright flash of sword light passing by out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head sharply and looked with her eyes wide open.

Mu Qingyue slashed her wrist with the immortal sword 'Chao Mu', and bright red blood instantly flowed out and poured onto the Qingxin Four-Leaf Fruit.

"Nourish it with Yin blood." Mu Qingyue's voice was still cold without any emotion fluctuation.

Looking at the blood flowing like water from Mu Qingyue's wrist, Zhu Nanzhi opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say for a moment.

Mu Qingyue sat cross-legged next to the Qingxin Four-Leaf Fruit, and all the blood was absorbed by the Qingxin Four-Leaf Fruit without leaving a drop.

Her face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the Qingxin Four-Leaf Fruit grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She placed Chaomu beside her and turned her head to look at Zhu Nanzhi: "Let's talk for a while."

Zhu Nanzhi snorted, "You know more about the Qingxin Four-Leaf Fruit than me, otherwise I must have fed it with blood first."

"I know, but——" Mu Qingyue forced a smile: "Your blood is not as good as mine——-because your blood has been taken away by my junior brother."

Zhu Nanzhi curled her lips: "I have a pure immortal body."

"No wonder you're hairless—" Mu Qingyue jokingly said, "But even though you may be pure, your blood was taken away by my junior brother after all, so you're still not as good as me."

"That's not too different." Zhu Nanzhi looked at the cold mist exhaled from Mu Qingyue's breath and said softly, "Let me take over."

"It's okay." Mu Qingyue shook her head: "Let's..."

She turned her head and looked back the way she came.

Zhu Nanzhi glanced at Mu Qingyue with a slightly complicated look, then turned his head to look in the direction he came from.

There were five people, both men and women, with physiques as big as a mountain.

Barbarians.

A race naturally suited for physical training.

Although their appearance is not much different from that of humans, they are not humans after all.

At their peak, the barbarians could wrestle with dragons. It is rumored that the body refining skills that the human race learned at the beginning were learned from the barbarians.

But times have changed, and the barbarians have now become a race protected by humans.

The five barbarians, three men and two women, looked at the Qingxin Four-Leaf Fruit with shining eyes, then looked at Mu Qingyue who was ripening the Qingxin Four-Leaf Fruit, and then looked at Zhu Nanzhi who was surrounded by sword energy.

The five barbarians were silent and seemed to be thinking.

Zhu Nanzhi walked towards them, raised his right hand and stretched it towards Zhan Ming, his fingers twisted around it one by one, and his beautiful joints tightly gripped the hilt of the sword.

The snow-white sword blade was as bright as a mirror, reflecting her stunningly beautiful face.

The sword light was like snow, making her eyebrows and eyes look like frost.

The sword was unsheathed with a clang and a deep sound, and the tip of the sword dragged on the ground, making a sharp and piercing sound in the deep ice cave.

The leading barbarian man quickly spoke up: "You don't practice physical cultivation, so you don't need the Pure Heart Four-Leaf Fruit. We barbarians can exchange it for anything!"

Zhu Nanzhi said nothing, her dark blue hair dancing in the wind and her white clothes fluttering.

The sharp sound of the sword cutting through the ice suddenly stopped. Zhu Nanzhi raised his right hand and pointed the sword at the five barbarians: "I only give you one choice, either leave or die."

The leading barbarian gritted his teeth and said, "Saintess Zhu, we really need this urgently—"

brush!

Zhu Nanzhi swung down Zhan Ming, and the sword was very slow.

A thin line suddenly appeared on the ice, and the invisible sword energy went along the ice, with a potentially powerful force.

The face of the leading barbarian changed drastically, and he hurriedly stood in front of the other four people. The power around him surged, and in an instant, he formed an indestructible barrier.

"Saint Blessing, you don't practice body cultivation. Even if others practice body cultivation, it is extremely difficult for you humans to communicate with the nine heavenly stars.

Why waste this Pure Heart Four-Leaf Fruit?"

"We, the Barbarians, will exchange it at any price—our strength will also benefit you humans!"

Zhu Nanzhi still had no expression on her face. Just when she was about to show no mercy, she suddenly felt a demonic aura sweeping behind her. Her face immediately changed and she quickly turned around to protect Mu Qingyue.

But as soon as she turned around, her eyes froze.

Because the evil spirit was sweeping out from Mu Qingyue.

Mu Qingyue was seen sitting cross-legged on the ice, her waist bent. Her face was as pale as gold paper and she was breathing heavily. A pitch-black wing stretched out from her right shoulder blade, exuding an air of nobility.

She is... a demon?

No, it’s not a monster!

How could a demon possibly practice the sword art of humans?

And Mu Qingyue does have spiritual power...

An absurd idea emerged in Zhu Nanzhi's mind: half-demon bloodline!

"Mu Qingyue is a half-demon?"

Zhu Nanzhi looked at Mu Qingyue in disbelief. What was the origin of this woman?

"The Wandao Sect actually hides a half-demon, you--" The leading barbarian shouted, "Kill Qingxin Siye!" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that it was not a good idea to say so, so he turned around and ran out with the other four barbarians.

Zhu Nanzhi turned around with murderous intent in his eyes.

Chapter 112 In front of Nanzhi, Senior Sister holds the future (Subscribe)

In the quiet ice cave, the wind is cold and bleak, but at the same time there is a gentle feeling of spring flowers blooming.

A slender figure and black wings were reflected on the thick ice.

Normally, wings come in pairs, but only one wing is reflected in the ice wall.

Although there is only one, the jet-black feathers never give people the feeling of crow's wings.

Fluttering fan.

As the black wings flapped gently, a noble light flickered, obscuring the scenery in the ice cave.

But compared to the smoothness of a wing, the silver-haired and blindfolded swordsman's face looked quite bad.

His face had lost its former luster due to excessive blood loss, and the fatigue and weakness between his brows could not be concealed at all.

Despite this, a happy smile appeared on her face.

Because the Qingxin Four-Leaf Fruit that the junior brother needed had matured after being watered with a large amount of blood, the red fruit on the top emitted a bright red glow and was filled with fragrance.

Mu Qingyue used the fingers of her left hand to wipe the wound on her right wrist, and the flowing blood was stopped.

As a half-demon, the phoenix's blood contains a richer yin energy than ordinary blood, so it can ripen the Qingxin Four-Leaf Fruit in a very short time.

"I can do that, too."

Mu Qingyue, whose whole body was cold, lay gently on the ice and murmured softly.

Although her mother didn't say much, Mu Qingyue knew where the Purple Rhythm Phoenix Blood Ginseng, which the Wandao Sect did not have, came from.

So after learning about the characteristics of the Pure Heart Four-Leaf Fruit, she felt fortunate... fortunate that the Pure Heart Four-Leaf Fruit in this cave was not ripe yet.

"What she can do for my junior brother, I can do too—"

A ray of sunlight from the sky fell on her side, unable to hide the beauty of her smile.

She forced herself to stand up, and the voice of 'Chao Mu' beside her hummed softly. She reached out to pick the Qingxin Four-Leaf Fruit, but her fingertips were so cold that she seemed to have lost all feeling.

"throat---"

Mu Qingyue sighed softly, turned her head and "looked" at the black wing that she could not retract for the time being, and remained silent.

Da, da, da—

Light footsteps were heard from outside to inside. Mu Qingyue moved her heavy body with difficulty and leaned against the ice wall, as if she wanted to hide the black wings that only grew on one side.

She turned her head to look.

When she first met Zhu Nanzhi, she felt that he was like a stream flowing quietly between the cracks in the rocks, cold but gentle.

Later, when they were together at Taichu Peak, this point was further confirmed. Especially in front of her junior brother, she was like a plum blossom on a snowy mountain, blooming with her graceful demeanor only in front of him.

"came back."

"Yeah." Zhu Nanzhi nodded gently: "You—"

She paused, glanced at the black wing on Mu Qingyue's right shoulder blade, and pursed her cherry lips.

Half-demon——————is 'sinful blood'.

This is true in the human race, and even more so in the demon race.

But the human race's prejudice against "sin blood" does not come from the "sin blood" itself, because in the East World where the human race is located, there are also many demons living, and there are also many cases of humans and demons falling in love.