Pampered by Millions

      The visiting monks in the blue-ground silver-patterned robes walked lightly, and the avenues paved with regular stone slabs were buried in the light clouds and mists, making the Yexuan Palace, the number one in the world, really like a fairy's residence.

      Fen's terrifying news, Qibaolou is separated from the eight sects, but is closely related to them. Unlike Ye Xuan, who is higher than the eight sects because of its powerful force, Qibaolou only dominates the world of self-cultivation with its superb refining skills. Most of the magic weapons and sharp weapons of the cultivators came from the hands of their smiths. This time the main pavilion was burned, and the damaged rare treasures, smiths, and secret methods of smithing would affect the interests of most of the cultivators.

      The team sent to encircle and suppress the demon cultivator is often in disarray, and the helpless Eight Gate factions are forced to unite and send a message to the Yexuan Palace, requesting that the wicked be brought to justice. In front of the palace gate, the gloomy mist and the dangerous mountains and strange stones constitute a heart-pounding picture. Outsiders have always been allowed to enter the first and second palaces. What will happen after the two palaces is as unpredictable as a towering mountain top.

    The monk in the silver and blue costume walked to the waiting line for a long time. After bowing his bow, he lowered his voice.

    "The palace lord said that the demon cultivator will be captured within three days, please rest assured."

    There was an obvious joy on the face of the communication envoy: "Thanks to the great kindness of the palace master, I am very grateful."

    "You don't need to be more polite." The monk in Yexuan Palace supported the envoy who wanted to salute and comforted: "Please be relieved, Yexuan will definitely give an explanation to the devastated Taoists. "

    [Still no stars? ]

    [No change. ]

    Zhao Deng scratched his hair in distress: [It's strange, everyone tells the world to come and arrest me, don't you hate me at all? ]

    [You'll know when you're caught. ]

    […Speaking of this,] Chao Deng was a little depressed: [Does Lao Tzu have to be arrested, dare to have some confidence. ]

    [I don't dare. ]

    […break up. ]

    Spit out the sweet grass in the mouth towards the lamp and stood up, the soft blue silk accompanies his movements and hangs down to the side of the white jade-like face, even if he wears the blue clothes of immortal style, the deep planting cannot be erased With the bright color in his bones, spiritual energy fluctuations came from the vast sky in the distance, Chao Deng's expression changed slightly, and he retreated into the dense forest in two or three steps.

    Ten monks in silver and blue Taoist uniforms surrounded the dense forest where he was from all sides. At the critical moment, the natal magic weapon was used to protect the body, but it was unable to compete with the domineering and evil power. The formation was broken. The remaining nine people immediately sacrificed the magic weapon and attacked the center of the dense forest. The giant tree that covered the clouds and the sun responded. Instead, the demon cultivator, holding a scorching fireball in each hand, gave them a ghostly smile.

      The beauties that complemented each other lightly landed on the ground.

    Play and play, it's up to you.

      When he barely escaped, the system's prompt sounded.

    [There are emotional fragments. ]

      The head looked at himself, the man's eyelashes and the long hair scattered behind his back were strange silver-gray, the lead-colored pupils and eyebrows were like faint ink, he didn't mean to restrain his momentum at all, he belonged to the superior The sense of oppression made Chao Deng almost unable to stand.

    Damn, this is a hell.

    The silver-haired man approached him and was captured by his power before, only then did Zhao Deng realize that the other party was very beautiful, different from his own dignified appearance, this man looked like The bright and bright moon, the whole face is perfect, every inch seems to be measured, the bottom of the eyes is also clear, not only all-encompassing, but also as if everything in the world can't be seen.

    "Are you coming for me?"

    The man glanced at him, and the next moment, Chao Deng only felt that his spiritual consciousness was suddenly blocked, and his whole body could not be mobilized. His legs became weak, and the whole person knelt on the ground, cold sweat dripping from him Slipping down his back, the man lifted his forehead hair and lightly tapped his forehead. The beauty who fell to the ground shuddered, so painful that he couldn't even breathe. He whimpered a little and reached out and grabbed the man's arm.

    "Palace Master, how dare this cultivator dare—!"

    The people in Yexuan Palace, who had been waiting, swept down quickly, and saw the greasy white hand still resting on the man's sleeve, and felt anxious.

    "Yun Xi," the man known as the palace lord spoke, and his voice was as warm and sweet as the rumors said: "It's okay, he just hurts too much."

    "Palace Master, why do you have to be so kind!" Yun Xi said anxiously: "This demon cultivator is evil, don't stay so close to him, beware of any despicable magic tricks in your heart."

    The palace lord of Yexuan Palace did not answer, but gently pulled away his hand, his eyes swept over the man's peach-like face, and the cloud-like black hair was hanging close to the cold sweat. On the clothes on the back of his back, Bai Deshengxue's skin was scratched with light marks when he struggled just now.

    The monks dressed in silver and blue silently put on the shackles of black gold for the demon cultivator, the man in black half-closed his eyelids, and walked away without looking back.

    Sure enough...it's very troublesome.

    I don't know how many days I have been imprisoned in a cell that sees no light, he tried to move his wrist towards the lamp, he was half hung on the wall, his toes were on the ground, the white and tender toes were frayed The skin was healed very quickly due to the body's self-healing power, and the repeated pain kept him awake. It seemed to be in the depths of the Yexuan Palace, and the surrounding was terribly silent. When he was about to be imprisoned for the rest of his life, someone opened the cell door, and two men in silver and blue shirts pressed him out.

    There is an unnatural sluggishness in their actions, and no matter what they do, they can't attract the attention of the two. Such an abnormal situation makes Zhao Deng frown, and the sunlight that suddenly hits his eyes forces him to flow down After the physiological tears, he heard the loud voices and shouts, cursing and snoring, and when he could see clearly, he realized that he was surrounded by monks in different clothes, and the huge palace with carved beams and painted buildings stretched the entire field of vision. .

    "Yao Dao! You destroyed my Huayuan Peak and caused my nephew and wife to die!" Hua Yuanfeng, who had peeped at him with eager eyes, said in a heartache: "You scum ! Beast! What a savage monster, Di Mo is still so young, you do that kind of **** to him—you are so cruel!"

    Why?

    Glancing at him at the lamp, and curling his lips suddenly, the man was robbed of all his thinking ability by his smile, so he could only stare at him dully, mumbling something in his mouth, The disciple of Yexuan Palace, who was about to pounce on him, had no choice but to beat the crazy cultivator. Hearing the violent collision of the man being smashed into the stone wall, he laughed at the lamp, and the corners of his eyes and brows were all thrilling and seductive.

    [Half a star in favorability. ]

    […]

    I don't understand this fragment very well.

    [Good. ]

    The system is rarely praised.

    […]

    There is an inexplicable sense of guilt.

    "Nice barrier! What tricks did you use?!"

    The middle-aged man in white pointed at him and scolded him, and passed by him without raising the lamp head. This kind of indifference seemed to anger the other party, and the man said to the silent figure on the judgment platform: " Palace Master Yue! This demonic cultivator has no morals and charity, and he persecutes my righteous son again and again. Leaving him alive is only more calamity. My Wanling Sect was injured by him, and I beg the Palace Master to hand him over to me. Waiting for it to be dealt with in order to comfort the dead souls of our sect."

    "Speaking of resentment," the beautiful-faced female cultivator snapped, "I, Su Xue, was forced to be so down by him, and Venerable Xuanji also died because of this devil, Su Xue Pavilion You should have the right to deal with him!"

    "Presumptuous!" The old man with a childish face was not angry, he bowed to the man on the stage and said: "Palace Master, the Qibao Building was burnt to the flames by the wicked people, and several disciples in the building will witness him with their own eyes. The head is in a different place, and I hope the palace lord Mingen will hand him over to the Seven Treasures Tower for disposal."

    "Hua Yuanfeng was completely slaughtered by Song Dimo! Naturally, Hua Yuan should be taken away by this demon cultivator!"

    "My Zimen was forced to exist in name only by him—"

      In the ears of the people, he ordered the two who had been standing still to press the demon cultivator who became the center of the audience. When they approached, he continued: "The Yexuan Palace will handle this matter with full authority, so that he can get the punishment he deserves."

    "Yue Palace Master!" Hua Yuanfeng's small door master hurriedly said: "Ye Xuan has no grievances with this devil, why do you have to dirty your hands for him?"

    The man with the surname Yue raised his hand, and the two cultivators who escorted towards the lamp were instantly extinguished in pink ashes. Seeing that the cultivator who flew him earlier was actually a puppet made by this man, Hua Yuan There was a trace of fear in the eyes of Xiaomen Feng.

    "I think everyone has a deep hatred with him. If it is handed over to any sect, it will be unfair to other sects." Shu Lang, even if he refused to accept it, was particularly convincing: "I hope everyone here will take a step back and accept my decision."

    From the current point of view, this is indeed the most fair decision. The words of that adult are naturally the most weighty in the entire cultivation world. Besides, the person was caught by Ye Xuan, and the trial venue is also in the palace. If he continued to refuse, he would appear to be abusive and ignorant of praise, which would bring Ye Xuan's face for this, but it was an evil deed that made the sect dusty.

    Some people gradually began to agree, and more and more gangs agree At the beginning, his eyes were full of desire, but now he is hypnotized to respond to the palace master of Yexuan Palace. No matter how powerful he is, it is impossible for these people to completely let go of their desires.

    It should have been thought of long ago, no matter how perfect a person is, it is impossible to satisfy all monks, and the person who looks clean on the surface is the most terrifying. It's because of character and wrist... This fragment seems to have the ability to change people's minds.

    Wow, scary.

    …Suddenly there is a feeling of being against an opponent! why! Could it be that he has become a dirty adult!

    A cultivator said cautiously and respectfully, "Then what are you going to do...?"

    The man with full hair looked at the lamp and saw him look at himself, the latter's soft voice dragged out sweet threads.

    "You look good, are all the people in Yexuan Palace so good-looking?"

      The spiritual pressure on his body was neither light nor heavy, he paused at the lamp, and then said: "Even if you want to kill me, let me know your name, right?" Whoever kills them doesn't understand, they will become lonely ghosts."

    There was a lot of noise, the man motioned the excited monks to be quiet, and said softly: "I don't want your life."

    He raised his eyebrows suspiciously at the lamp.

    "The longer the song."

    After he finished speaking, he raised his head and said to the major sects.

    "I will detain him in Yexuan Palace temporarily. If he repents, I can let him live in the future."

    "Palace Master! Absolutely!"

    "This is tantamount to feeding demons with your body, please think twice!"

    …

    …

    Yeah, someone wants to keep a lamp.

    "For the safety of others, and for punishment," he said, suddenly reaching out to caress Chaodeng's lower abdomen, seeing the incomparably beautiful demon cultivator staring blankly at him, the longer the song grows Bu Cha picked up his lips: "I will abolish his spiritual roots."

    Oh.

    …wait what does that mean? Is that what I mean? Oh shit.

    [It's better to scrap it. ]

    […Give a reason. ]

    The system explained: [He should want to keep you by his side, not arbitrarily detain him. ]

      ? ]

    [Yes, this is also more convincing. ]

    For monks, without spiritual roots is equivalent to being demoted to mortals. This is no different than death for any person who has been able to fly in the clouds and ask for immortality. Besides, he Having entered the Nascent Soul stage, treating him like this is tantamount to smashing his bones.

    [Why? ]

    [Secretly love you. ]

    The system is extremely irresponsible.

    "Don't..."

    Zhao Deng wanted to step back, but he couldn't move, his eyes filled with fear, but he didn't know that such a weak appearance was more attractive than the previous reckless attitude. Xiu's whole body was so beautiful that it took one's breath away, and he accidentally glanced at a small cinnabar-colored mole on his shoulder.

    Part of the demons will be given this vermilion mole by their parents since birth, and it will not disappear until they have **** for the first time. Growing up, and the magic cultivator who turned the whole world of self-cultivation upside down, turned out to be...

    "You are the root of fire, I am water, it won't hurt."

    "Don't! Don't come here! Get off... get off get off—!"

    He was pulled by his hand, and his whole body fell into a warm embrace with a light breath, but it made Chao Deng feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.

    The slender and beautiful fingers of the Lord of Yexuan Palace stretched out to his dantian, the man ignored his struggle, and the corners of his lips stretched slightly where only the facing lamp could be seen, only the two of them could The voice he heard was full of malicious chuckles: "You can't escape."

    [Love is worth a star. ]

    "Don't, don't be like this, let me go...! Aaaaaaaaaa!"