Becoming the richest man in the universe begins with cultivating immortals

Mo Zunyue laughed angrily, "You want to imprison me? You want me to be with Si Luo? You are so elegant, you like admiring sisters?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the sound of teeth grinding in the room.

Sang Qi countered, "I don't know what the sisters are doing, but in terms of elegance, you are better than me at confinement."

Mo Zunyue: ...

The memory of death suddenly attacked her, especially clear in her mind.

She had just relived it in a dream not long ago.

At that time, Sang Qi had just become a demon, Mo Zunyue caught him, locked him in a hut, and forced him to copy the Tao Te Ching every day.

On the night when he was helping him to clear away his devilish energy, Mo Zunyue was full of resentment in his heart, and his strength was so heavy that Sang Qi yelled in pain all night, and his voice was hoarse the next day.

I didn't think there was anything before, but now the two of them are far apart, and when I mentioned it again, Mo Zunyue only felt her cheeks burning hot.

She was embarrassed, "Go out, I don't want to see you."

Sang Qi went straight to the bed and laid down carelessly on it, "Why should I go out, this is my room."

Mo Zunyue, who has always been calm, almost popped her eyeballs, she had an ominous premonition.

She probed, "Then I go out?"

Sang Qi tilted her head, her gaze fell on Mo Zunyue, she only felt her skin burnt by his gaze.

"Alas? Sang Qi, you bastard, how dare you!"

Feeling that her body was completely out of her control, Mo Zunyue flew towards Sang Qi.

Her warning didn't work at all, Sang Qi turned a deaf ear to it, and directly threw her down on the bed.

Mo Zunyue wanted to struggle, but found that she couldn't move a single hair. She admitted that she was a little panicked at this time.

She was sure that Sang Qi would not kill her, but in the current situation, she might as well kill her.

"Sangqi, I will die."

Mo Zunyue looked at Sang Qi's fiery gaze, but calmed down instead.

Spiritual cultivation and magic cultivation cannot be practiced together, the energies of the two will run wild in the body, and it is easy to go wrong.

The weaker side will die.

Sang Qi was lying on his side, looking at Mo Zunyue with his head on his left hand, "I didn't die back then, how could you die? You are the reincarnation of a god, so there must be a way to keep yourself alive, right?"

He had just become a demon cultivator back then, and his strength was not high. At that time, Mo Zunyue was already a god.

A little demon cultivator who has intercourse with a god will surely die.

At that time, Sang Qi thought he was going to die, and he thought that Mo Zunyue was trying to get rid of his evil energy and make him a mortal to lie to him.

Sang Qi thought that Mo Zunyue just wanted to use this excuse to end his life in this way.

After all, without his bad result, Mo Zunyue would be able to ascend smoothly.

Unexpectedly, he didn't die, he didn't know how Mo Zunyue did it.

"then……"

How did she save Sang Qi from the inevitable situation back then, and there were so many ways to clear away the demon energy back then, why did she choose the most impossible one.

Sang Qi asked, "What happened back then?"

She must have paid a price, Sang Qi wondered, what price she paid, what else did she do that night.

"nothing."

Mo Zunyue blocked this topic with three words.

Sang Qi grabbed her chin, "Tell me, what else did you do that night?"

The corner of Mo Zunyue's mouth curled up into a smile, "You were so weak and pitiful that night, how could I have the mood to do anything else."

That night, she only broke her rib close to her heart to reshape her body for Sangqi.

Use divine bones to remove his demon roots, wash his tendons and cut his marrow. Although he has lost his cultivation, his body is clean and free of demon energy.

Later, Mo Zunyue searched all over the world, went to heaven and earth, and finally found a way.

The dodder flower raised with the essence and blood of the gods can reshape the meridians of mortals, and Sang Qi can practice again.

He is her evil fruit, but she doesn't want to kill him, Mo Zunyue can only straighten this crooked fruit.

She used her divine bones and blood to reborn Sang Qi, hoping that he would go back to the right path.

When she found Sang Qi with the dodder flower, what she saw was that Sang Qi slaughtered the Zhao family and re-entered the magic way.

Her godly bones and blood, all her thoughts were wasted.

They always silently gave what they thought was good to each other, and no one asked what the other really wanted.

Sang Qi didn't ask Mo Zunyue which one she would choose between him and the god.

Mo Zunyue didn't ask Sang Qi whether he would like to be a monk with a long lifespan but would eventually die without her.

What he really wanted was not the righteous way, but to soar up with her and be with her forever.

The realm of self-cultivation has entered the Dharma-ending era, and there is no way to support the next god. He cannot walk the right path, so he can only use his luck in the realm of self-cultivation to become a demon god.

He wants to destroy a world just to become a Demon God.

This is true in the world of comprehension, and it is also true in the interstellar world.

Sang Qi licked his back molars, "Delicate?"

Using the word delicate and weak to describe the great devil who destroys the world is probably only Mo Zunyue who can say it.

He leaned forward and covered Mo Zunyue in his arms, "I want to see who is weak today."

Mo Zunyue resented, "You better get out of here."

"I'm not!"

As he spoke, he pressed his lips down.

Mo Zunyue pulled out a far-fetched smile, "Sang Qi, does it mean that now that you have managed to climb on top of me and have the opportunity to bully me, you don't know who you are anymore?"

"What?" Sang Qi paused in mid-air, before realizing what Mo Zunyue meant, a severe pain came from his lower body.

"Well……"

Sang Qi groaned in pain, his face flushed instantly, he fell out of bed in pain, and rolled several times on the ground holding his children and grandchildren bag.

His beautiful peach blossom eyes were red, and he stared at Mo Zunyue fiercely, and squeezed out each word, "Are you trying to cut off my wife? In the future, the two of us will have no chance to have children, and you will regret it."

Mo Zunyue was almost laughed angrily by him, and rode directly on Sang Qi's body, took out the gossip plate, and the thunder light condensed into a thread, binding him firmly, "You think far, but it's a pity that if you continue If you do all these bad things, you won’t be able to live to that time.”

Sang Qi lay on the ground on his back, "Is that why you want me to die?"

"If you don't die, more people will die."

"What does the life and death of others have to do with us?"

"You were so righteous when you killed someone. Now that I'm here to kill you, why do you have to make so many excuses for yourself?"

Sang Qi was silent for a moment, "Zunyue, do you hate me very much?"

"Ah."

hate it?hatred.

love?love too.

What a torture.

Sang Qi's voice hesitated, "Why don't you hate me?"

Mo Zunyue's hands froze, she looked up, Sang Qi looked expectant, and seemed to be really serious about waiting for her answer.

She also gave the answer seriously.

"Young master, please die."

"Sure enough." Sang Qi relaxed, lying on the ground limply, "You just want me to die."