With the cannon fodder script in hand, it is easy for the king to change his fate

Chapter 142 From Honest Senior Sister to Demon Cultivator 16
The black-robed demon cultivator was very fast, but not as fast as Ying Zhefeng. There was no way he would allow the black-robed demon cultivator to rush to Asui right under his nose.

I saw his figure turn, and then there was a flash of sword light, and the figure of the black-robed monk stopped at the bottom of the slope, or jumped up. Then, his body was torn into pieces, and the scene was really not good.

Ying Zhefeng raised his head to look at A'qi, wanting to see if she was okay.

Then she said, "I knew he couldn't come here."

"You can't possibly let him come."

He clenched the hilt of his sword and continued to deal with those demon cultivators at a faster speed than before.

Soon, all the demon cultivators were eliminated, and the surviving cultivators and mortals were rescued.

Ying Zhefeng gave them the recovery medicine, then walked towards Asui's position, naturally taking her hand and leaving.

The survivors behind them looked at the two of them walking away hand in hand, and they were stunned for a long time, their hearts filled with complicated feelings.

From what the black-robed monk had said earlier, they knew that the woman was a demon cultivator. From the actions of the two, everyone knew what was going on.

"Since Ying Jianjun approved of her, she must not be a bad person."

"I think so too."

"And her previous attitude towards the black-robed monk proves that they are not on the same side."

What happened here spread quickly, and the people in the immortal cultivation world were also very complicated, and there were still all kinds of discussions.

"We are both demon cultivators, but Yun Jue is really heartless. She could watch Ying Jianjun kill so many demon cultivators." A cultivator said, "Now the righteous cultivators won't tolerate her, and the demon cultivators probably won't tolerate her either."

Another monk said, "You seem to be seriously ill."

"Hey, why are you cursing?"

"It's you who's scolding me!"

The two monks started fighting over a disagreement, leaving the onlookers speechless.

"Speaking of which, although Ying Jianjun was involved with Yun Jue, he did not forget his responsibilities and continued to kill those demon cultivators. It seems that he was not too deeply deceived."

"Is it possible that Yun Qi was deceived by Ying Jianjun? After all, it was incredible that he could watch a fellow demon cultivator being killed."

"You are just chatting here, and you haven't gone to kill the two demon cultivators. I don't like to hear this. Since when did killing the demon cultivators become the responsibility of Ying Jianjun? Really, I think all of you are seriously ill." The speaker was the cultivator who had fought before, and now his face was bruised and swollen.

While everyone was talking about it, Ying Zhefeng took Ah Qi to another place. During the trip, whenever they met a demon cultivator, they would kill him. Ah Qi always watched from the side and never took action. After he dealt with it, he followed him to other places.

In the blink of an eye, three months had passed, and the monks had been discussing where the two were and what they had done.

But no matter what they said, it couldn't affect the two of them.

"I have to practice for a while." Ah Qi suddenly said, "I won't accompany you from now on."

The Lingxiao Secret Realm will open in a year, so she has to make some preparations.

The client died early and has few memories. She doesn't know if anything unexpected happened when the Lingxiao Secret Realm was opened. Regardless of whether anything happened, she must make preparations.

"Then I'll practice with you." Ying Zhefeng said. He was used to having her around, and now that he was asked to go out alone, he felt a little reluctant.

Ah Qi smiled with eyes crooked, and took his hand and squeezed it: "Are you reluctant to part with me?"

Ying Zhefeng's whole body heated up immediately. She always liked to say these words, which were too straightforward. But there were only the two of them here, so she could say whatever she wanted.

He nodded and replied, "Yes."

Want to stay with her forever.

"But I'm practicing magic, and the scene won't look very good. Do you really want to practice with me?" A'qi asked.

Ying Zhefeng nodded again: "Yes."

"alright."

Ah Qi herself didn't care, she was just afraid that she would scare him. If he insisted on accompanying her, then let him accompany her.

Ah Qi planned to find a secluded place, and when Ying Zhefeng suggested going to his cave, she naturally would not refuse.

Ying Zhefeng's cave was simple, with nothing inside. He hadn't thought much of it before, but now he suddenly felt that he should redecorate it, make it look better, and bring in some things that women would like.

Ah Qi sat cross-legged and said to him, "You can only watch. No matter what you see, you can't touch me!"

"Yeah." Ying Zhefeng nodded.

He knew that all magic skills had flaws, and that was the price of falling into the devil. Countless magic practitioners had died at his hands, and many of them had lost their original appearance due to their magic skills. Some were like the black-robed magic practitioner last time, whose skin was completely gone due to their magic skills.

There are also those who have practiced to the point where all their flesh and blood are gone, leaving only a heart.

She looks okay, and her magic should be different from theirs.

The magic skills of those demons who practice evil must be problematic. Even if they don't devour cultivators, they most likely won't be able to follow the path of becoming immortals.

At this time, A'rui had already immersed himself in cultivation, and just like his previous cultivation, his skin gradually cracked and blood flowed out. In the blink of an eye, he became a bloody mess.

If her breathing had not been stable, Ying Zhefeng would have rushed over to see if she was in danger.

He clenched his fists and for the first time felt resentful towards Lingxiao Sect.

If it weren't for them, she wouldn't have to suffer so much.

Clearly it was her practice of demonic cultivation that harmed her, but Lingxiao Sect would not tolerate her. In order to give her an explanation, not only did they not help her, they locked her up, they also destroyed her Dantian, forcing her to become a demonic cultivator.

There was no sign of pain in her brow. Was she numb from the pain?

Ying Zhefeng did not step forward, but just sat beside and watched quietly.

In the blink of an eye, one year has passed.

Ah Qi opened her eyes and saw the person sitting next to her. His eyes were a little red. She smiled and said, "I didn't want you to see it, but you insisted on staying here. Next time I will practice, and you can go out and do your own thing."

"No." He denied it immediately.

He's going to watch here.

Seeing that she had indeed withdrawn from her cultivation, he no longer controlled her and went over to hug her: "I will avenge you."

"Also take out their Dantian."

While she was practicing, he wanted to turn around and go to Lingxiao Gate countless times to take out the dantian of those who bullied her, just to see if they could still stand there and make sarcastic remarks.

A'qi first performed a cleaning spell on himself, and immediately felt much more comfortable.

She hugged him back and said, "If people outside hear what you said, they will definitely say that Ying Jianjun has indeed fallen into evil."

"So what if I fell into the devil?"

"I'm not really a gentleman, but they like to say that."

Ah Qi said: "It's time to go to Lingxiao Gate and take a look."

She had a special intuition that the evil cultivator would take action when the Lingxiao Secret Realm was opened.

There had been no news about Ah Qi and Ying Zhefeng for a year, and the monks would occasionally discuss the matter. However, now everyone was more interested in the Lingxiao Secret Realm.

"It's good to join a big sect, there are more quotas. For a small sect like ours, we may not even get a quota, we have to fight for it."

"Your small sects can at least compete, but we, the independent cultivators, don't even have a chance to compete."

Zou Yi was very satisfied with his disciples because several of them had won the places through competition.

"The secret realm is very dangerous. During this time, I will refine some pills for you."

Speaking of this, Zou Yi felt uncomfortable. It was hard for him not to think of the spiritual medicine grown by Yun Qi, which was really very different from those grown by others.

Not only Zou Yi, but others also noticed it, but no one said anything.

Three days before the Lingxiao Secret Realm was opened, the disciples who had obtained the quota were taken to the Lingxiao Gate by the sect’s strong men.

I have a cold and came late.

The next chapter has not been written yet, I will write it slowly and update it later.