Demon Dragon Emperor

"Holy Lord?"

Su Han frowned.

He immediately stepped back a few steps, clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for saving my life just now, but... you must have recognized the wrong person, right?"

Xuanwu raised his head slightly and just looked at Su Han calmly without giving any further explanation.

"Senior, please get up quickly. I am not worthy of receiving such a great gift from you!"

Seeing that Xuanwu was still kneeling on one knee, Su Han had no choice but to step forward and help him up.

"The evil thoughts are too strong. If Xuanwu attacks immediately, the evil thoughts will merge and his strength will reach the extreme in this world!"

Xuanwu said: "Therefore, Xuanwu could only watch the Holy Lord being killed, and only dared to rescue him when the Holy Lord's cultivation fell to the lowest level."

"It is Xuanwu's fault that the Holy Lord has endured so much pain. I hope the Holy Lord will punish me!"

As the words fell, Xuanwu was about to kneel down to Su Han again.

Su Han quickly raised his hand and took a lot of effort to stop Xuanwu.

"What the senior said really leaves me confused."

Su Han shook his head and said, "I am just a hard-working cultivator, not the 'holy master' that you are talking about. But if you are willing to explain, I would like to hear the details."

"Those guys are all the evil thoughts of the Holy Lord."

Xuanwu pointed at the clone outside that was full of hatred and was still slashing at the light curtain frantically.

"They extended from the Holy Lord's consciousness and wanted to completely occupy the Holy Lord's body."

"They couldn't do it when the Holy Lord was alive. Only when the Holy Lord died completely and his consciousness completely dissipated, could they take advantage of the opportunity to sneak in."

"This is also the reason why they are so persistent and determined to kill the Holy Lord."

Having said that, Xuanwu paused.

Then he pointed his finger at the center of the deep hole, at the arm that was emitting dazzling light.

"That is the Holy Lord's arm!"

"What???"

Su Han's eyes widened and he turned to look in disbelief.

He indeed felt an extremely familiar feeling on this arm.

This feeling came out of nowhere and Su Han couldn't find any reason.

But to say that this was his own arm was really too far-fetched.

How powerful is Xuanwu?

The light radiating from this arm alone could heal his injuries in the blink of an eye.

How could I have such a powerful ability?
The key point is, when did I lose this arm? Why don't I remember it?

"Whether it is true or not, the Holy Lord will know once he tries it."

Xuanwu said: "You just need to get close to that arm. If Xuanwu is right, the moment you get close to the arm, it will merge with you!"

Su Han frowned and looked at Xuanwu with doubt.

The words of the clone before and everything that happened just now actually made Su Han start to speculate.

But his cautious character prevented him from believing these easily.

There are too many people in this universe who are more powerful than you.

If they directed and acted the show themselves, they wouldn't be able to find any traces at all.

He didn't want to get close to that arm and just stood there motionless.

Seeing this, Xuanwu could only smile bitterly and said, "Holy Lord, don't think too much. If Xuanwu wanted to harm you, why would he need to go through so much trouble?"

Su Han pursed his lips.

Suddenly he asked, "Senior, do you know any ghost killers?"

"Killing ghosts?"

Xuanwu was obviously stunned for a moment.

Then he shook his head and said, "I don't know him."

A hint of coldness suddenly flashed in the depths of Su Han's eyes.

He then asked: "Do you know Zhuque?"

"Suzaku?!"

Xuanwu's eyes suddenly widened, his face full of excitement.

"where is she?!"

"I don't know, I just heard a little about it. If you can describe his appearance, maybe I can find out something." Su Han said.

"A pair of golden wings stretching out for thirty thousand miles, a golden crown on the head, boundless glory, a body burning with fire, a wonder of heaven and earth!" Xuanwu said without hesitation.

This was his description of Suzaku's appearance, but Su Han looked confused when he heard it.

When has he ever seen the true form of Suzaku?
"Could it be that what the Holy Lord was talking about was the appearance of the Vermillion Bird after its transformation?"

Xuanwu saw Su Han’s confusion.

He also said: "Suzaku is a woman who often boasts of her beauty. Her body shape is no different from that of an ordinary person, her appearance is stunningly beautiful, there is a red mole between her eyebrows, and her demeanor is rather cold and arrogant!"

Su Han was still confused by the first few sentences.

But there is a red mole between the eyebrows, and the demeanor is rather cold and arrogant!
But it is extremely similar to the Suzaku that Su Han saw!
Although others have never seen Suzaku, Xuanwu can describe her appearance.

This proves that Xuanwu really knows Suzaku!
The coldness in Su Han's eyes disappeared.

He then asked: "Since you know Zhuque, how could you not know the ghost-killing one?"

"Xuanwu has been suppressed here for many years, guarding the holy body parts for the Holy Lord. He has not gone out for a long time and is unaware of the changes in the world. I hope the Holy Lord will not blame me!" Xuanwu sighed.

"Junior, that's not what I meant."

Su Han hesitated for a moment and said, "To be honest, Senior, I have just lied. In fact, Suzaku is now in the sect I founded, and his appearance is exactly the same as what you described."

“She’s still alive???”

Xuanwu rushed forward, so excited that he lost his mind.

"Suzaku... is still alive?!"

"If the person the senior and the junior are talking about is the same person, then she must be alive!"

Su Han said: "The one who brought Suzaku here for me is the one called 'Ghost Killer'. As far as I know, Ghost Killer's strength seems to be as good as Suzaku. If you are from the same generation as him, you should have heard of him."

"impossible!"

Xuanwu shook his head decisively: "Under the Holy Lord, except for Qilin, the four of us are the strongest! If we are really from the same era, no one can compare with us!"

Looking at Xuanwu's determined eyes, Su Han's inner thoughts were shaken for a moment.

The changes of the times have led to the emergence of more powerful people, and Xuanwu has existed here for many years, so he doesn’t know?

"Excuse me, senior, how long have you been here?" Su Han asked.

"how long……"

Xuanwu's eyes showed reminiscence: "After the Holy Lord reincarnated, we dispersed. I followed the Holy Lord's holy body and arm to come here, and I have never left for a moment. The Holy Lord asked me how many years it was, but I really can't remember."

Su Han was silent for a long time.

Finally, he said, "Since you are so sure that I am your Holy Lord, why are you so anxious to have me merge with this arm?"

Xuanwu was stunned: "The Lord's arm, the Lord merged with it, isn't this right?"

These words made Su Han's eyes twitch, and he felt ashamed!

He was used to judging others with a sense of hatred and evil, so he asked this question.

But Xuanwu's question made his old face red, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Ugh……"

Xuanwu sighed again: "Why do you have to be so cautious, Lord? You should have known whether you are the owner of this arm or not the moment you arrived." (End of this chapter)