Primordial Demon Emperor

Chapter 243 Let It Go

After saying that, his eyes kept scanning the beautiful bodies of Murong Xian'er and the daughters, as if he was having some crooked thoughts.

Even for a high-ranking existence like Sword Master Qingshan, when he saw the immortal and flawless Murong Xian'er and several other magic attendants and Ba Xuannv with different styles and charms, he couldn't help secretly praising him in his heart. A group of rare beauties in the world.

It would be wonderful if all these women around Mo Lingxuan could be accepted.

"You...damn it!"

Murong Xian'er bit her red lips lightly, and responded coldly.

At this moment, she even wished to go out and kill Sword Master Qingshan immediately, but in order to take the overall situation into consideration, she knew that she could not be reckless.

"Wishful thinking, when the suzerain returns, you will be buried here!"

"Hey, old man, don't take a mirror to look at yourself, even the toad wants to eat swan meat!"

Yunyao and Yue Shiyan also had cold pretty faces, and they all responded coldly.

This old guy who has lived for hundreds of years still wants them to serve him?Even if you die, it's impossible!

"Wait for your suzerain to come back? Haha..."

And hearing the words of Murong Xian'er and the daughters, Sword Master Qingshan was not angry, but suddenly laughed out loud, teasingly said: "My lord, this trip is waiting for the return of Mo Lingxuan, as long as you dare to show up, It is his time of death!"

"Those who dare to kill my Desolate Sword Palace, destroy my sword tomb, and recruit my sword son, I will have his corpse cut into pieces!"

Speaking of this, Sword Master Qingshan's face was full of ruthlessness.

The various hatreds between Mo Lingxuan and his Desolate Sword Palace are irreconcilable!

Murong Xian'er and all the girls looked at each other one after another, and didn't say any more, but there was still a look of sadness between their black eyebrows.

Although Xian'er sent news to Mo Lingxuan, it was obvious that they sensed that Mo Lingxuan was far away from Qinglinjing, and they didn't know when they would be able to come back.

"Wuchen, I will give you one last chance to redeem your sins. If you can arrest these people, you can still return to my Desolate Sword Palace and be your sword son!"

At this moment, Sword Master Qingshan's eyes fell on Wuchen Jianzi with a glimmer of hope.

After all, Desolate Sword Palace couldn't bear to lose such a proud figure like Wuchen Jianzi.

"Sword Master, when Wuchen cut off this arm, he completely broke away from the Wild Sword Palace. Now, he will only be a member of the Emperor Demon Sect, and he will swear to the death to protect you Lord Demon Attendants."

However, Wuchen Jianzi who was sitting in the square still responded indifferently and firmly.

Murong Xian'er trusted the person Mo Lingxuan was looking for, and opened up a large formation to let him enter the inner sect.

Then he will naturally repay Mo Lingxuan's absolute loyalty.

If the Lord is not here, Wu Chen will naturally try his best to protect the Emperor Mozong!

"Hmph, you are obsessed with your obsession, and you are looking for your own death!"

Sword Master Qingshan snorted coldly, quite displeased. At the same time, he looked at the sky, sneered again and said: "The hour has come, and it's about time for this group of people to go on their way."

He would like to see how long these people from the inner sect can stand helplessly!
As soon as the words fell, all the strong men of the Desolate Sword Palace gathered powerful forces in their palms and pressed them against the heads of the disciples of the Outer Sect. As long as Sword Master Qingshan gives another order, these thousand lives will also become dead souls.

"Sister Xian'er..."

This scene once again made Yun Yao and Yue Shiyan look at Murong Xian'er unbearably, and shouted softly.

Although they had been by Mo Lingxuan's side for a long time, and their hearts had become tougher after the baptism of many incidents, they still couldn't bear to face the scene of their sect's disciples being massacred again and again.

And Murong Xian'er is not only extremely intelligent and has the strongest cultivation, she is also the first woman who truly became Mo Lingxuan.

Therefore, they naturally centered on Xian'er.

"Sister Xian'er, let's kill them... The master said that the lineage of the Emperor Demon Sect is never weaker than others. As Demon Attendants, how can we watch the disciples of the outer sect being slaughtered one by one and remain indifferent in the big formation?" ..."

After a while, Yun Yao spoke again.

Yue Shiyan and the eight mysterious girls all looked at Murong Xian'er expectantly.

At this time, Ghost Demon Saint and Wuchen Jianzi had almost recovered nearly [-]% of their combat strength. With the strength of the entire sect, it might not be impossible to fight against the eight Nirvana Realm figures including Qingshan Sword Master.

At the very least, it would be good to delay until Mo Lingxuan came back, so as not to let them massacre the disciples of the Emperor Demon Sect.

Seeing the indignant expressions on the faces of the members of Neizong, Murong Xian'er finally responded with one word after a long time: "Okay."

When she said this word, her whole body seemed to be relieved.

Before, she always had to shoulder the responsibility of protecting other people for Mo Lingxuan, but now, Yunyao and the others wanted to give it a go.

That being the case... let's give it a go.

As long as Mo Lingxuan comes back, then... everything will be over.

"boom…"

In an instant, a penetrating meaning emanated from her seemingly weak and tender body, and instantly turned the entire inner sect into a world of ice and snow.

"Buzz..."

Accompanied by a shocking sword cry, the Bingji Sword, which had been floating in the void at the top of the Emperor Demon Sect, sensed Xian'er's call, and instantly turned into an ice-blue radiance and appeared in her jade hand.

Xian'er, dressed in ice blue clothes, stands proudly in the void like a goddess. Under her slender jade feet, there is a long road of ice and snow, which stretches for dozens of miles.

The Boundless Ice Shadow Formation faded away, and the entire Inner Sect was exposed to the powers of the Desolate Sword Palace without reservation, but Yunyao and Yue Shiyan stepped out of the void one by one, and landed beside Murong Xian'er. Without the slightest fear.

Yue Shiyan's Gengjin power, Yunyao's wood spirit power, and Murong Xian'er's ice spirit cold energy form small circles. Gold, wood, and water complement each other, making them feel even more powerful.

In front of them, it was Guimosheng and Wuchen Jianzi acting as the vanguard.

"Haha... finally willing to come out? It really made me take great pains!"

Although he was somewhat jealous of Murong Xian'er's strength in his heart, Sword Master Qingshan naturally wouldn't show it on his face.

When he sneered, he waved his hand and let the other seven Nirvana figures all attack together.

After all, he is also very clear that these people in front of him probably have the ability to leapfrog challenges, and they are careful to sail for thousands of years.

"Boom..."

In an instant, terrifying forces raged across this space. The Nirvana karma of the strongmen of the Desolate Sword Palace merged with the power of the Heavenly Gang they summoned together, and launched a powerful offensive.

Sword Master Qingshan also made a move himself, offering a spiritual sword with blue flames.

This Qingshan Sword is a quasi-saint weapon, a sword master passed down from generation to generation by the Desolate Sword Palace.As soon as it appeared, it carried a trace of the power of burning space, which made the strength of Sword Master Qingshan skyrocket.

(End of this chapter)