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Chapter 217: Damn it, my disciple is the Demon Lord 36

Seven days later, in a small town in Nanqiuzhou.

"One upper room."

A clear and cold voice.

"Okay, sir!" The shopkeeper raised his head, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The woman in front of him was wearing a green dress and a light-colored veil. Through the hazy white veil, her facial features were vaguely visible. She stretched out her slender fingers from under her sleeves and placed the spirit stone on the table.

The shopkeeper led her upstairs with a smile.

After burying Lin Zhou, Shi Qing did not return to Yunqi Sect immediately.

A lot of my cultivation wasted last time feeding blood. The most urgent thing is to find a place to practice and try to restore my original cultivation level or even higher before the war.

The sword needs to be sharpened and fed with the blood of gods and demons. Only then can it be a true sword of gods and demons.

However, not long after she left Mingchuan, she felt an unusual aura following her.

There were two groups of people, one was the evil spirits of the underworld, and the other was the demons.

Shi Qing had no intention of fighting, so she activated her magic weapon and used her spiritual power to fly away quickly. There were too many people chasing her, and she couldn't bear it, so she killed them all. After that, she simply disguised herself and used a special magic weapon to hide her aura.

After closing the door, Shi Qing checked his surroundings and made sure there was nothing unusual before taking a short rest on the bed.

While she was resting for a moment, the sleeves covering her knees moved, and a handful of tender green leaves quietly peeked out. Without the flowers, the bald head looked a little funny.

The Star Dragon Grass came out with a hissing sound, and when it saw the kettle on the table, its eyes lit up and it started to climb up.

After drinking enough, it lay comfortably on the table, quietly looking at the woman who was meditating.

I don't know how long it had been, but just when it was half asleep, a strong wind suddenly blew outside the window, hitting the window lattice with a terrifying sound.

The woman on the bed didn't move.

Suddenly, the candle in the room was extinguished by something. Xinglongcao was so scared that he rolled off the table. He crawled behind Shi Qian using his hands and feet and used the corner of her clothes to cover himself.

A dark purple wind blew towards Shi Qing.

Shi Qing suddenly opened his eyes, rolled to the side with the Star Dragon Grass, and a large hole appeared in the wall behind him.

She put the trembling Star Dragon Grass into her sleeve and looked warily at the powerful aura emerging from the darkness.

For some reason, the man paused slightly and attacked more fiercely.

It's the demon clan!

Moreover, his cultivation was far superior to hers. After a few moves, Shi Qing jumped out of the window and escaped without hesitation.

But the person behind her was chasing her relentlessly, with a captivating aura getting closer and closer, and in an instant he landed in front of her.

The man was tall and slender. He slowly turned around. Under the moonlight, his face was charming and seductive, with a high nose bridge and cold eyebrows that made people dare not underestimate him. His black hair lazily leaned on his chest. He raised his eyes nonchalantly, and a dark color flashed through the depths of his lavender pupils.

"Where else do you want to run?"

The voice was lazy, with undisguised contempt.

Shi Qing stood opposite him, the veil she had brought with her still hanging on her head. Through the hazy white veil, she said coldly:

"I have no grudge against you, why are you so persistent in pursuing me?"

"No injustice or enmity?"

He chewed on these four words repeatedly, then sneered in surprise, "The elders of the Yunqi Sect are really forgetful. But it doesn't matter, I will make you remember."

As soon as he finished speaking, he attacked without any warning.

Shi Qing was prepared and immediately used the Zhixue Sword to respond. The magic power in the shocked expression quickly attacked her heart. Shi Qing bent down to avoid it, and the magic energy passed over her cheek.

She turned around suddenly, holding the sword in her backhand and slashing at the man's arm. Noticing her intention, he was surprised and his lips curled up coldly, but he didn't dodge, but opened his hand and grasped her wrist, and thick blood flowed out of the sleeve of his arm.

The sharp eyebrows frowned for a moment, and the man twisted hard as if in revenge.

The clicking sound was particularly clear in the silence.

Before Shi Qing could react, she felt a heart-wrenching pain in her wrist bone. She couldn't help but scream, and the Zhixue sword fell to the ground.

"Does it hurt? Of course it hurts."

The man smiled viciously, and the coldness in his eyes was so thick that it could not be melted.

Shi Qing was aroused by his provocative words, and became angry and aggressive. He raised his lips and sneered, and with his left hand he summoned an ice spike made of spiritual power and stabbed it decisively at his face.

Jingrong loosened the shackles, took a step back to avoid them, and with a wave of his sleeves, the ice spikes liquefied and dripped.

"Is this all Elder Yun is capable of?"

The three words "Elder Yun" were spoken slowly and leisurely, sounding particularly ironic in his mouth.

Shi Qing held his right wrist with one hand, his eyes were extremely cold, "Who are you? Even if you want to kill me, you should have a reason."

The woman in front of her was clearly a cold-hearted person, but the man was still devoted to her and was still confessing his love to her even after being killed.

When Jingrong recalled the series of actions he had taken to put aside his self-esteem and please others, veins on his forehead popped and he felt an unbearable headache.

It was a disgrace to him as the Demon Lord.

"Do I need a reason to kill you?" He looked at me with disdain, his tone as arrogant as ever.

It seemed as if nothing in the world caught his eye.

Shi Qing summoned the spirit sword back, knowing that a fierce battle was inevitable. He used the movement of the armrest to quietly turn the storage ring on his ring finger with his fingertips.

"There are so many people who want to kill me, but you are the first one who doesn't even dare to tell your name."

Looking at the man's blurry figure, she teased maliciously:

"I admit that I have never seen you, but you are determined to kill me. Could it be that you are attracted by your beauty, cannot get the love you want, and hate me because of your love?"

This was not something she made up, but because when she first came down the mountain, there were indeed a few short-sighted monks who were attracted by her and Jiang Wei's youth and immaturity and wanted to do something improper.

After being severely punished, he did not learn his lesson and kept retaliating.

Now, the aura around the man was obviously cold and gloomy, mixed with the subtle movements of the myriad sounds, and he said in a tone as cold as ice: "Love but cannot get it?"

"Ah."

The next second, he attacked without mercy.

The teleportation array still has more than ten seconds left. Shi Qing can't hold the sword and can only defend.

However, the man became angry and humiliated by what he had just said, and attacked ruthlessly. After a few rounds, he grabbed her neck and clenched his five fingers.

Disliked that her curtain was an eyesore, he frowned in shock and pushed it open, but was stunned when he saw her face.

The woman's slender neck was clamped and slightly tilted upwards because of her struggle. Her face turned red and her eyes were rippling. She had a fragile beauty, like a dying white swan.

Seeing her in pain, my heart ached for some reason.

And just during those few seconds when he was stunned, Shi Qing's eyes showed a hint of sarcasm, and he realized something was wrong but it was too late.

The teleportation array was activated, and complex circles of light suddenly burst out from under the woman's feet and body, instantly teleporting her away.

At the last moment, the woman's disdainful expression still clearly appeared in Jingrong's mind.

His palms felt empty, and the pain in his heart was replaced by greater anger. He couldn't help but grit his teeth, flicked his sleeves and disappeared.