Sick villain's fall in love

Chapter 152 Demon Race or Demon Ancestor
"True Lord Fengxie", Immortal Xi Xing and others who arrived one step later looked at Bi Xie standing beside the well with the baby in his arms, their eyes froze.

"Master", Wen Zhu ran over on short legs, with a grievance on the soft and cute bun's face, "Master, why didn't you bring your apprentice with you when you left?"

Bi Xie's body froze, and he quickly smiled and said: "Don't make trouble, Zhu Er, saving people is the most important thing."

After finishing speaking, Bi Xie grasped the rope with his fingers, poured in spiritual power, and very lightly pulled up the woman who had been dead for a long time in the well.

The moment the woman exposed the surface of the well, a piece of soft smoky silk wrapped around the woman's bloody lower body.

Seeing what was enveloping the woman, Master Qiu Nong, Master Jianshui and Master Feng Yan who came a few steps behind all took a breath.

A look of jealousy flashed in Jianshui's eyes: "Fengxie Zhenjun is really rich, and he took out fabrics like soft smoke plain silk casually, unlike me, who has been in the Golden Light Sect for so many years, and only I got half of my spirit stones to get a piece of good material like soft smoke plain silk."

Bi Xie was stunned. Although he knew that the original owner was the second generation ancestor, he didn't expect that the piece of material she casually took out from the storage bag could make Master Jianshui distort his face with jealousy.

Is it any wonder that after Wen Zhu followed the original owner to the Nascent Soul stage, his cultivation could not be improved no matter what?
It was because the original owner was too rich, and the apprentice took too much pills, and ended up raising a white-eyed wolf.

Hearing the sarcasm of Master Jianshui, Master Qiu Nong snorted coldly: "If Master Jianshui can also form a Nascent Soul at the age of more than 300, and sit on the position of Supreme Elder of the Golden Light Sect, this soft smoke plain silk Naturally, Jianshui Daoist can have as much as he wants."

Seeing that the two women were about to pinch each other again, suddenly several radiant lights flashed across the night sky.

After a short while, the colorful aura disappeared, and four more immortal monks appeared out of thin air on the flat ground.

There were two teams who came to investigate the situation in Deep Water City this time, one of which was led by Feng Xie, and the other was led by Hengyun Sect Supreme Elder Chengguang Zhenjun. Act in two teams.

"Senior," Bi Xie walked towards the leader with the baby in his arms, and called respectfully.

Although Bi Xie is already in the Nascent Soul Stage, she has just broken through the Nascent Soul Stage not long ago. Although she is a genius in the cultivation world, she still dare not procrastinate in front of Chengguang Zhenjun who is already in the late Nascent Soul Stage.

Following Bi Xie's exit, people on both sides greeted each other.

Although Zhenjun Chengguang looked extremely young, but his eyebrows were white, he frowned at this moment and said: "Did Zhenjun Fengxie also see the scene of those demon cultivators self-destructing?"

Bi Xie nodded lightly: "It's the same as what Chengguang Zhenjun described. Before he could ask anything, those demon cultivators detonated their demonic energy and blew themselves up. But before they blew up, they all called out to sacrifice my primordial spirit and protect my demon ancestor. Has anything to do with this?"

"Whether it is the demon clan or the demon ancestor remains to be determined." Chengguang Zhenjun showed a dignified look on his face, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go back to the sect first."

Just as Bi Xie was about to nod, he suddenly found a line of sight that seemed to be focused on him.

She has a strong spiritual sense, and quickly sensed where she came from along the line of sight.

But it turned out that it was a cultivator walking out of the beam of light following behind Zhenjun Chengguang.

The man is tall and tall, with extraordinary appearance, wearing a dark red gown, with a graceful demeanor.

The original owner still had a deep impression of this man in his memory.

(End of this chapter)