Sick villain's fall in love

Chapter 252 He Doesn't Want Blood on His Wedding Day
A monk was so frightened that he slumped on the ground and cried bitterly: "Whatever the devil wants, just give it to him. Why did you use an egg to hit the stone to fight against the demon ancestor Ji Gui? Now that the Yuanying elders are all gone, what should we do? What should I do!"

This voice spoke out the hearts of all the monks. In the face of real death, they didn't care whether the marriage between Mozu Jigui and Fengxie Zhenjun was incompatible with the world or the way of heaven.

They just have to live.

An alchemy monk with a face like gold paper did not blew himself up with his senior brothers, waved his palm to open a senior brother, and screamed at the top of his voice, "Master Demon Ancestor, Lord Demon Ancestor, please don't kill me, Feng Xie!" Zhenjun is not dead, she is not dead, she is in the Golden Light Sect, please don't kill me—”

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When Bi Xie saw the enchanting man in the picture, he frowned and said in a low voice, "Ruhua, he was seriously injured, right? Otherwise, with his ability, he would have killed these alchemy cultivators long before they blew themselves up."

"Hey, I feel so distressed. The big boss is indeed seriously injured. I'm afraid it will take at least a hundred years of cultivation to heal. It's a pity that the host's spiritual power is locked now, so he can't help the big boss, woo woo woo..."

"What?" Fairy Shenxi's voice suddenly came from beside the sedan chair, full of shock.

"Master, she...has she perished?"

Another female cultivator wept: "Senior Sister Shenxi, Master and the rest of the Nascent Soul True Monarchs have all perished, but the demon ancestor Ji Gui seemed to be uninjured and was coming towards the Golden Light Sect. Some alchemy masters are working together to delay his pace, let's run away, it will be too late."

Fairy Shenxi didn't seem to have recovered from the news of her death. The female cultivator tried to persuade her for a while, but seeing that she didn't move, she had no choice but to run away with the other teachers and sisters.

Bi Xie waited in the sedan chair for a while, but did not hear anything.

The curtain was suddenly pushed aside by a plain hand, and Fairy Shenxi glared at her angrily: "It's all you! It's all your scourge! Cong Nian Zhenjun is right, you are a flirtatious woman, not only seduce Wu Zhan True Monarch, you also charmed the demon ancestor Ji Gui, and now not only killed my master, but also killed True Monarch Wu Zhan, you deserve to die!"

"If you hadn't raised this devil, how could the Four Great Immortal Sects be in such a catastrophe? I will kill you to avenge Master and Zhenjun Wuzhan!"

Fairy Shenxi was furious, and stabbed directly at Bi Xie with a spiritual sword.

The cold light on the spirit sword fell into Bi Xie's eyes, and she was startled.

If she died, Ji Gui would definitely do what she said and kill the four great immortal sects.

The task has not been completed, she can't die, and she doesn't want to die.

Ruhua turned around anxiously: "Host, your spiritual power is locked, and all magic weapons cannot be activated, what should I do?"

Ruhua's words made Bi Xie enlightened.

At the very moment, a yin streamer flew out of the storage bag.

The cold ghost aura entwined with the demonic aura came out from the yin refining streamer, and gradually transformed into a beautiful face, biting the cold sword blade with a swish.

The beauty smiled sinisterly, "Sir, are you trying to kill my body with a knife again? This body hurts so much, why don't you know how to take pity on my body?"

"Ah!" Fairy Shenxi screamed hastily, as if something had climbed up along the spirit sword, her fingertips seemed to have touched a block of ice in an extremely cold place, and it was instantly chilled to the bone.

"Master, this knife seems to be different from the one you used to kill my concubine. Sir, are you my husband? Where has my husband gone..."

"Ah, ah, don't touch me, don't touch me!"

Fairy Shenxi felt as if some hands had touched it, jumped up and threw the spirit sword in horror, and looked at Bi Xie angrily and shocked, "What the hell is this, isn't your spiritual power locked?"

Bi Xie looked at the beautiful face holding the spirit sword and murmured to himself, and said a word indifferently, "Take it!"

The beauty's face struggled for a while: "I'm not going back, I'm not going back, I want to find my husband, my little treasure, my husband, my little treasure, where are you, my husband..."

The black air surged on the Yin Yin Banner, and Bi Xie looked at Fairy Shenxi coldly: "I don't want to kill you, but if you stop me again, I can only kill you!"

Fairy Shenxi stared blankly at the ugly but fierce and arrogant woman in front of her, and suddenly lost the courage to continue.

She looked at Bi Xie angrily, gritted her teeth tightly, shed tears, and couldn't stop trembling all over her body, "Why does Wu Zhan Zhenjun like you? Look at how much trouble Xianmen has suffered because of you alone." You may not be touched by the death of my master Luosheng Zhenjun, but what about your ancestors Xieyang Zhenjun and Wuzhan Zhenjun? They died because of you, don’t you feel a little guilty in your heart!"

"As long as you have any conscience, you should kill the demon ancestor Ji Gui, and avenge the tragic death of Zhenjun Yuanying and other monks!"

With a tense face, Bi Xie walked towards the mountain gate suddenly.

The red skirt curled up in the air, like a blooming peony.

Ruhua looked at the host with a serious face, and said worriedly: "Host, don't listen to that woman's nonsense, the big boss didn't kill anyone, it was those Nascent Soul cultivators who blew themselves up to kill the big boss—"

Bi Xie pursed her lips, paused for a while and said in a low voice: "I know."

She knew that Ji Gui had restrained her a lot.

If it were thousands of years ago, Mozu Jigui wanted to hand over people from the Four Great Immortal Sects, why would it be so troublesome?

He was afraid that she would be angry.

He wanted to be a good man for her.

He wants these decent monks to stay and drink their wedding wine, he wants to give her a grand wedding, he wants a full house of guests to send blessings to them, he wants people from the Four Great Immortal Sects and even the entire Floating Light Continent to know about him Ji Gui married her...

He clearly didn't want to be bloody on their wedding day.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and when he thought of the scene of him walking into the Golden Light Sect regardless of the coercion of Brother Jiedan who blew himself up, Bi Xie felt as if something was blocking his heart, and his chest swelled a little, and some numb.

She bit her lips tightly, wondering if she was running too fast and she was suffocating.

Ruhua asked in a daze: "Host, why are you crying? What are you crying for? Don't cry, don't cry, isn't the big boss here to pick you up? Your hard days will come to an end soon."

After hearing this, Bi Xie wanted to cry even more, because she couldn't breathe well, so she stopped biting her lip and cried out bitterly, twitching.

Fortunately, because she had a lot of black pimples on her face, the female cultivators who changed her costumes were so disgusted that they didn't want to look directly at her, so they didn't put any makeup on her.

Otherwise, the already ugly face would be even worse when crying!
When flying in the moonlight or performing water steps, I never felt that the Jinguang faction was so big, but now it runs wildly on two legs, and Bi Xie just wants to curse people.

Ruhua cheered her on: "Come on host, the host is the best, the host is the light of salvation!"

(End of this chapter)