Traveling through the heavens from the prequel of the Lotus Lantern

Chapter 12 Yan Hongye

"Brother Qiye, it's the old demon of Montenegro, who has been pestering me endlessly and wants to marry me as a concubine."

After Nie Xiaoqian heard the voice, she instinctively became worried and frightened, but after seeing Yang Jiao, her mood instantly eased.

"Black Mountain." Yang Jiao raised his eyes.

"Yinyue Dynasty? Hehe, I didn't expect the sage of the Yinyue Dynasty to be a brat, you should be my uncle."

Before the black mountain old demon finished speaking, a bright blue sword light bloomed in the void.

"boom!"

Wearing a black robe, the ugly-looking corpse hit the ground heavily, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"A millennium-old demon who has both righteousness and evil, but is obsessed with marrying wives and concubines all day long, and not doing a proper job, damn it, he should be punished!"

Then, Yang Jiao told Wu Jian beside him:

"Wujian, there is a nine-turn magic bead in the old demon of Heishan, let me take it out."

"As ordered."

Nie Xiaoqian looked at the corpse of the old black mountain demon with great relief, couldn't help cheering, and said with a look of admiration on her face:

"Brother Qiye, why do I feel that you are much stronger again?"

"You, if you don't work hard in cultivation, you will be taken as a concubine again." Yang Jiao answered the wrong question.

"Brother Qiye, you are making fun of me again, with you here, no one can bully me."

"Big Beard, did you see him draw a sword just now?" Sima Sanniang asked solemnly.

"It's too fast, I can't see clearly at all."

Yan Chixia's pupils sank suddenly, knowing that once she made a move, it would be a disaster for her side.

Just when he secretly made up his mind to do something later, even if he desperately wanted to protect Sima Sanniang and Zhuge Liuyun to leave.

Two beautiful figures appeared in the dense forest.

A woman in a red cassock with long hair and a cold expression.

There was another one who was dressed in white, exuding a special chill all over his body, but his face was unusually soft.

"Red leaves!"

Yan Chixia, Sima Sanniang, Zhuge Liuyun, and Ning Caichen shouted in unison.

Immediately, Yan Chixia and Sima Sanniang put down their guard just now, and Zhuge Liuyun greeted Yan Hongye with surprise on their faces.

"Little Snow!"

Nie Xiaoqian walked happily to the woman in white.

Yan Hongye looked at Yan Chixia and Sima Sanniang in front of her, her face changed slightly, she didn't know what to say.

Zhuge Liuyun came out and shouted happily:

"Junior Sister, don't you plan to come to Wangqing Forest! Why are you here again?"

He smiled while talking, and said a little embarrassedly:
"Did you miss me!"

"Snapped."

Yan Chixia was beside her furiously, so she gave Zhuge Liuyun a slap on the back of the head:
"Missing you big-headed ghost."

On the other side, Nie Xiaoqian took Xia Xiaoxue to Yang Jiao's side, introduced him, and then greeted Xia Xiaoxue:

"Meet the Holy King."

"Since you and Xiaoqian are good sisters, you don't need to be so polite in the future."

Yang Jiao played with the nine-turn magic bead he had just obtained, put it in his arms, and said to Xia Xiaoxue gently.

"Yes."

Suddenly, Yang Jiao walked over slowly, and Nie Xiaoqian was afraid of a conflict between the two sides, so she quickly followed, and on the way, she also pulled Xia Xiaoxue and Ning Caichen into her.

Based on her understanding of Yang Jiao, she knew that he would not casually hurt innocent people.

Yan Chixia and his party looked at Yang Jiao who was gradually approaching, but they didn't care about reminiscing about the past.

They all took defensive postures.

"Yan Hongye?" Yang Jiao raised his eyelids.

"Monarch Yinyue." Yan Hongye looked at Yang Jiao coldly.

"Monarch, come to me if you have something to do, don't play tricks."

Yan Chixia took a step forward, fearing that Yang Jiao's sudden attack would hurt her daughter.

When Yang Jiao was approaching Yan Hongye, he could clearly sense the domineering arrogance in her body, and she was constantly burning the vitality of her body to expand herself with all her might.

Can't help the corners of his eyes twitching slightly, holding the hilt of the sword behind his back with one hand, carrying his back with the other, and said calmly:

"Yan Hongye, as long as I can remember, my teacher told me that there are two kinds of people in the righteous way."

"A kind of person, the purpose of life is not to exist, but to burn."

"A kind of person can only watch others burn forever, and let the light of others shine on himself."

"I don't know what kind of person you are?"

Before Yan Hong could reply, the expressions on Yan Chixia and Sima Sanniang's faces changed again and again.

These words were not only adding salt to Yan Hongye's wounds, but also piercing their hearts like a sharp arrow.

"No matter what kind of person it is, it is our duty to eliminate the Yinyue monster."

The corners of Yan Hongye's mouth twitched, speaking indifferently.

"That's right, Yinyue Demon Dao, if you do all the bad things and lose your conscience, everyone in the world will be punished." Yan Chixia added.

"Oh, is that so? That's why you practiced the evil skill in your body now, planning to sacrifice yourself to deal with my Yinyue Dynasty." Yang Jiao asked back.

"Seven Nights Demon Lord, shut up."

"Xuanxin Mysterious Art is the supreme magic skill handed down by my Xuanxin's authentic patriarch to deal with your Yinyue Dynasty."

Yan Chixia saw that Yang Jiao was suspected of slandering the teacher's school, so she hurriedly said it.

Although, during the Great War between Good and Evil that year, I and Xuanxin Zhengzong parted ways, but I still don't allow others to smear at will, not to mention that the person who smeared is still the demon king of the Yinyue Dynasty.

"My sage now understands that Yan Hongye left Xuanxin Zhengzong with you since she was a child, and it is absolutely impossible to learn from Xuanxin Zhengzong."

"So, this death-delivering technique must have been taught by you, Yan Chixia."

At this time, it was not only Yang Jiao who saw Yan Chixia's expression suddenly darkened and embarrassed.

Wu Jian behind him also saw Yan Chixia's tacit expression, determined not to let go of the slightest chance of attacking the righteous way, Nou Yu teased:

"My lord, I didn't expect these upright people to talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality, or morality and benevolence."

"Secretly, it's worse than our demon way. You can even ignore your own daughter and watch her die."

"To shut up."

Listening to Yang Jiao and Wujian singing together, Yan Chixia's lips trembled slightly, and she felt heart-piercing pain in her heart.

Even Sima Sanniang beside her, thinking of Yan Hongye's future fate, suddenly turned pale, and looked at her daughter with distress.

The people watching around looked at Yan Hongye with unbearable eyes.

Regarding this, it would be impossible for Yan Hongye to not have the slightest disturbance in her heart. She suppressed her inner emotions and said indifferently:
"When will the Demon Lord of the Yinyue Dynasty only show off his tongue and play tricks on his lips?"

Yang Jiao glanced at Yan Chixia, then looked at Yan Hongye indifferently:
"No, I just want to tell you a fact."

"All actions to save more people in the name of sacrificing others are ignoring human lives."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Chixia's eyes turned red, she was so ashamed that she dared not look at Yan Hongye.

As for Yan Hongye herself, she was originally transformed into a person who dare not love, dare not hate, only knows how to escape, and dare not face fate.

It completely ran counter to the profound secret art of the heart, and she couldn't help but feel deeply confused, whether the set of exercises she practiced was right or wrong.

At this time, neither Yan Hongye, nor Yan Chixia and Sima Sanniang were told by Yang Jiao that they had no intention of fighting.

When Wu Jian saw that everyone on the other side was in a state of restlessness, he hurriedly asked Yang Jiao for orders:

"Holy Monarch."

Wu Jian said, and also made a gesture of raising the palm of one hand, indicating whether to make a move.

Nie Xiaoqian hurriedly said:

"Brother Qiye, don't, Sister Hongye is already so pitiful, just let her go."

"If you want to do it, you have to step over my corpse first."

Seeing Wujian's hand movements, Yan Chixia walked to the front of everyone without the slightest hesitation, and shouted loudly.

(End of this chapter)