Guarding the mortal world for 300 years, I am invincible in the world

Chapter 42 They Are Really Not Demons (12 for further reading)
"when--"

The dagger in Yu Mengmeng's hand collided with the golden chain thrown from the long flag, her figure paused, she backed up three feet, and landed on the empty corridor on the second floor.

"What a demon!"

"What a monster!"

"It's so beautiful, demon..."

In the cloud boat, there was a low cry.

Above the third floor, King Wu turned his head to look at Su Ming.

Zhao Ji opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he couldn't.

Yu Mengmeng is a demon.

Turning his head, he saw Zhang Li and Zhu Yunshan who were calm and smiling.

Maybe these two have already seen it?

Are all immortal cultivators really so powerful?

"The mortal world is clear and clear, how can evil spirits be allowed to mess around!" The Taoist holding a long banner shouted, turned the long banner upside down in his hand, and pointed towards Yu Mengmeng on the second floor.

The chains intertwined, like a golden snake, entangled towards Yu Mengmeng.

Yu Mengmeng lightly raised the dagger in her hand, taking a step back every time she blocked it.

"Dream!"

Qu Shan exclaimed.

On the third floor, many women poked their heads out.

"Mengmeng, it's Mengmeng!"

Su Ming walked out of the room and saw these women, his whole body trembled.

"stop--"

Qingyue, who pressed the short sword against the eldest son of the Chen family, gritted her teeth and let out a low cry, but finally couldn't hold back, and flew up.

A light blue cloud enveloped her body, and a light blue scale appeared between her brows.

Like blue clouds flying, with sword light in hand, Qingyue cut off the chain, and Qingyue, who landed in front of Yu Mengmeng, stretched out her hand to hold Yu Mengmeng who was staggering.

"Mengmeng, you, what are you doing here..." Qingyue had a complicated look on her face.

"I'm here to look for you." Yu Mengmeng panted lightly, holding a small sword in her hand.

Below, the Taoist holding the long flag snorted coldly, raised his hand and pointed out a blue light.

The blue light fell on the long flag, the long flag shook, and several golden lights turned into chains, hitting towards the second floor.

This kind of mysterious method of catching monsters caused all around to exclaim.

Many people turned their heads, unable to bear to see the bodies of the two delicate women being smashed into pieces by the chains.

Some people snorted coldly, muttering in a low voice that monsters are not good things.

"Mengmeng, Qingyue—" Qu Shan clenched her fists and whispered, "You guys, run away!"

"Mengmeng, run!" Several women shouted on the third floor.

Let the demon run.

Many people around were bewildered.

"Qingyue is a good demon, she escorted us all the way from Yongzhou to Luojing."

"Mengmeng has never hurt anyone."

"Don't catch them..."

The women cried and shouted.

The Taoist holding a long flag below snorted coldly, unmoved.

The eldest son of the Chen family felt lingering fear, and reached out to touch the bloodstain on his neck, his face showing a stern look.

"Hey," Su Ming stood on the third floor and said softly, "Mr. Zhang, I once asked you, do you believe that there are good monsters in the world?"

"Yes." Zhang Li replied lightly.

Su Ming laughed lightly, and put his hand on the hilt of his waist: "There are good monsters in this world, I have seen them before."

After speaking, he took a step forward and unsheathed his long sword.

The sword light seemed to split the top of the dull cloud boat, covering the halo of the golden chain on the long flag.

"Canglang—"

With a resonant sword chant, the long sword seemed to tear open the space in front of it, and with a flicker, it had already cut on the golden chain.

"when--"

The chains are broken.

The long flag shook.

The Taoist with the long banner took a step back.

The young man in the blue brocade robe beside him stepped forward, the air balls in his hands merged into a transparent long spear, and stabbed towards Su Ming's chest.

Su Ming was in the air, his long sword trembled, and the edge of the sword curled up, tangling with the long spear.

"Om-"

The sword shook, and the transparent spear shattered. Su Ming's figure fell on the railing on the second floor, standing with the sword in hand.

"Su Ming!"

"Imperial envoy Su Ming!"

"Disciple of the Prime Minister!"

Surrounded by exclamations.

"Su, Mr. Su..." On the third floor, Qu Shan and the women from Yongzhou burst into tears and covered their faces with their hands.

"Sir." Qingyue trembled all over, whispering softly.

"Qingyue, from Yongzhou to Luojing, did you ever hurt someone?" Su Ming said loudly without turning his head.

"The disciple followed the teacher's instruction and never hurt anyone." Qingyue replied with a slight bow.

"Okay." Su Ming slowly raised the sword in his hand, stood on the railing, dressed in a green robe, and said calmly, "I believe it."

His eyes fell on the two immortal cultivators below, and his expression was indifferent: "My disciple, I will guarantee it."

The Great Master's disciple, Imperial Envoy Su Ming, wants to protect the demon.

This scene in the cloud boat left everyone stunned.

Demon, shouldn't it be vicious and cunning?

Why does the demon in the cloud boat seem to be different?
Never hurt anyone.

Support all the way.

Is there really such a monster in the world?

"A demon is a demon." The Taoist holding the long flag snorted coldly, the long flag waved in the palm of his hand, and the golden chains sounded crisply.

In the hand of the young man beside him, the faint blue aura collided and condensed into a long knife again.

It's just that the two of them faced Su Ming with solemn expressions, and they didn't make a direct move.

Su Ming's swordsmanship and cultivation are extremely high.

"Don't tell me, this Su Ming really has some personality." On the third floor, Zhu Yunshan looked at Zhang Li.

"Look, in this mortal world, is it more exciting than your boring practice?"

Zhang Li nodded.

wonderful.

In the world of mortals, what is cultivated is the person, and what is cultivated is the heart.

What I want is peace of mind.

When Su Ming made a move today, he gave up all his glory.

But if he doesn't take action, he will feel uneasy for the rest of his life.

He Zhang Li has gold fingers in the middle of the practice world and dare not practice, because he feels uneasy.

In the mortal world, it is different.

If you have a stable heart, you will be stable when your cultivation base advances.

"No wonder Dongfang Guohui is so optimistic about him." Martial King Zhao Cheng looked at Su Ming who was standing with a sword, and said softly, "He has a good heart."

Zhu Yunshan laughed, raised his head to look at the opposite side, and whispered a few words in his mouth.

Liu Yue who was standing opposite on the aisle let out a soft snort, a blush appeared on her face, but she nodded slightly and walked over quickly.

Zhu Yunshan stood up with a smile, walked out of the room, handed the two talismans to Liu Yue, and then looked down at the Taoist holding a long banner.

"Fellow Taoists of Yulingdao, you are mistaken, they are not demons."

Not a demon?
How could it not be a demon?
It's not a demon, so how can the Yuling Banner have guidance?

It's not a demon, what's with the golden scales?

The Taoist snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice, "Fellow Taoist, are you a fool when you are a poor Taoist?"

Zhu Yunshan laughed out loud, waved his hands and said, "It's just a joke between the little girls and fellow Taoists."

"They're really not demons."

"look."

All eyes fell on his fingers.

Wearing a red military uniform, Liu Yue walked up to Qingyue and Yu Mengmeng, and took two jade-colored talismans in her hands.

The streamer was shining, and a faint halo shrouded the two of them.

The green mist on Qingyue and Yu Mengmeng's bodies, and the scales on their foreheads also disappeared.

"Spiritual sealing talisman, a piece of five spirit stones." Zhang Li's voice sounded behind Zhu Yunshan.

The corner of Zhu Yunshan's mouth twitched, and he said in a low voice, "I'll let you borrow it."

After finishing speaking, he said with a long smile: "Look, they are not demons."

"They just played a joke on you with my phantom talisman. Now, the phantom talisman has broken its effect."

Phantom Talisman?

Is there such a talisman in the world?
"Mr. Zhu, it's Mr. Zhu!"

"Mr. Zhu is one of the gods!"

"Yes, Mr. Zhu said that he is not a demon, so he must not be a demon."

"Mr. Zhu, I will offer 1 taels, so you can sell me a talisman..."

Down below, the Taoist holding a long banner gritted his teeth. The young man beside him looked solemn and said in a low voice, "Two of the sealing talismans, worth at least ten spirit stones."

"You can throw out two spirit-sealing talismans casually, this one, I'm afraid I can't offend you."

Hearing his words, the Taoist's complexion changed, and he whispered unwillingly: "If I can receive a demon spirit in my Yuling Banner, the combat power can be multiplied tenfold."

He held the long flag and shook it lightly.

Suddenly, his expression changed.

"No, there are demons here—"

(End of this chapter)