The Demon Lord Forced to Marry the Female Leader

"Bitch! How dare you kill me?! Bitch, bitch! It hurts! How dare you kill me! I have Immortal Master Xu Yuan backing me up! It's not too late for you to regret now!"

Chu Wanxin was desperate and had to bring up Xu Yuan to threaten Chu Wan Ning, hoping that she would give up and release her quickly.

Chu Wanning grabbed Chu Wanxin's other arm and said sarcastically:

"I came back this time just to kill Xu Yuan! Who do you think you are?! This arm is for revenge for Huan Huan!"

With a crisp sound, Chu Wanxin's arm was cut off at the root, and Chu Wanxin's blood splattered on the spot. The purple-black spiritual power wrapped around her wound, trying to repair her meridians and stop the blood from gushing out!

Chu Wan's eyes were bloodshot, the pain paralyzed her brain, and the severe pain made her unable to speak.

Chu Wanxin was like a loach, twisting wildly on the ground in pain, and her rough throat let out a shrill whimper, the sound of which was very creepy.

Chu Wan Ning took the opportunity to snatch Chu Wanxin's sublimation furnace, trying to erase Chu Wanxin's consciousness and release everyone, but found that what was attached to it was not Chu Wanxin's consciousness, but Xu Yuan's consciousness, which could not be erased!

Chu Wanning said coldly to Chu Wanxin:

"Chu Wanxin! You work so hard for Xu Yuan, but Xu Yuan doesn't trust you at all! This stove clearly has Xu Yuan's spiritual consciousness, and the stove is just lent to you! You are so stupid! Xu Yuan is a cosmic thief, and he has always been the one stealing other people's things. How could he be so kind as to give you the stove?"

"Chu Wanxin, I'll give you one more chance. Use your spiritual power to release them, and I'll give you a quick death! Otherwise!"

Chu Wanxin raised her head with blood all over her face. She gritted her teeth and said:

"Otherwise, what? I don't care! All of you go to hell! I will burn them to ashes and scatter them in front of you! Ah!!!!"

Chu Wanxin was desperate and used up all her spiritual power to start the sublimation furnace! The sublimation furnace was getting bigger and bigger! It swayed and rose to the air. The abnormal fighting here caused the sky to be covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder. The sublimation furnace wrapped in Chu Wanxin's purple-black spiritual power was tightly sealed and airtight!

She was now activating the sublimation furnace at any cost. She wanted to burn these people to death and bury them with her! Even if her soul died and she had no afterlife, she wanted Chu Wan Ning to suffer!

The sublimation furnace wrapped in purple-black spiritual power began to heat up instantly. It was as hopeless as an incinerator. Voices calling for help from Fu Yiren and others could be heard from inside the furnace.

Fu Yiren: "It's so hot! Hurry up and protect Xiaoyu! She's dying! Help!"

Fuso: "What should I do? I'll try to break out!"

Chu Wanjun: "Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, wake up! Don't... don't scare me! Xiaoyu!!!"

Chu Wanxin's face was covered in blood. She heard the screams of the people in the furnace and laughed triumphantly, but she didn't notice that her skin was aging rapidly. The purple-black spiritual power was not a good thing. It consumed her bones and blood. Her lifespan was its nourishment. Not only that, the next second Chu Wanxin suddenly vomited a mouthful of black blood.

Not only her, but also Xu Yuan who was hiding in the bamboo forest had blood flowing out of his mouth. He was refining the Karma Fire Red Lotus, but was suddenly interrupted. Xu Yuan slowly opened his breathtaking eyes and said to himself:

"How dare a little monk break my furnace..."

It turned out that Xu Yuan's sublimation furnace was broken. You have to know that this is a magical tool of the earthly immortals. How could a person from the lower world, who is not even an earthly immortal, break the sublimation furnace?

Who has such great ability?

Xu Yuan silently made a note of the matter in his heart. After he finished refining the Karma Fire Red Lotus, he would go find this person, capture him and drown him in the lake to avenge him.

What broke Xu Yuan's sublimation furnace was none other than the Qilin bone spear given to Fu Qian by Chu Qingcheng. The Qilin bone spear was originally an immortal weapon from the upper realm, so it could naturally defeat it.

The Qilin bone spear hit the body of the sublimation furnace. The sublimation furnace could not bear the force and cracks spread from the point where the spear tip hit to the whole body. Finally, the sublimation furnace fell apart and shattered all over the ground, and the people imprisoned inside instantly appeared on the ground out of thin air.

Chu Wan Ning immediately stepped forward to check the injuries of everyone and found that Xiaoyu was the most seriously injured. Because the others had their cultivation to protect themselves, and Fu Qian broke the furnace in time, they all relied on their cultivation to hold on.

However, Xiaoyu's cultivation had been sucked away before she broke the furnace, and her body was as fragile as that of a mortal. Chu Wanxin's purple-black spiritual power had just raged and burned her skin. Even though Chu Wanjun was protecting her tightly, Xiaoyu's face was still injured.

Chu Wanjun also had her hand burned on the back, and he blamed himself a lot. If he had been stronger, if he had covered her face, she would not have been hurt.

Everyone gathered around Xiaoyu, and Fusang applied a cooling ointment on her to reduce swelling. Chu Wanning looked at the unconscious Xiaoyu and found that her breathing was relatively steady, and she finally felt relieved.

If you lose your cultivation, you can cultivate it again, as long as you are still alive, that's enough.

Due to the urgency of the situation, Chu Wan Ning did not have time to catch up with everyone one by one. She just looked at them and nodded as a greeting.

We can talk about it later. The most urgent task is to deal with Chu Wanxin, the culprit.

Chu Wanxin lay on the ground like a dead fish, with blood oozing from the wounds on her shoulders.

She gasped for air, tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, but when Chu Wanxin cried before, her fair face was like a camellia that had just bloomed after the rain. Now, Chu Wanxin's blood and life span had been sucked dry by the purple-black spiritual power, and her face was as pale as dry bark stuck to the bones.

She stared at Fu Qian's figure without giving up. She wanted to look at you before she died. Chu Wanxin said self-deprecatingly:

"The fallen flowers are willing to follow the flowing water, but the flowing water is merciless. Fu Qian, you have a cruel heart. If you had given me a little of your preference for Chu Wan Ning, I would not have committed such a heinous crime."

Chu Wan Ning looked at Fu Qian, wondering how he would end the matter.

Fu Qian said slowly:

"Nothing to do with you."

Chu Wanxin opened her mouth and a tear rolled down the corner of her eye.

Chu Wanxin, who had lost all hope, had only one last request.

She looked up to the sky, took a deep breath, and murmured to herself:

"Fu Qian, can you kill me with your own hands?"

Fu Qian closed his eyes and turned around, unwilling to look at her again, and said in a cold voice:

"It's done on its own."

Chu Wanxin smiled foolishly.

"Hahahaha, you think I'm ugly, don't you? I did all this for you! For you! For you! How come you don't even look at me! You don't even want to kill me... You think I've dirty your hands, don't you? Hehehehe... hehe..."

Chu Wan Ning looked at his face covered in blood, his skin cracked like bark, his hair disheveled beyond recognition, his body shaky after losing both arms, and he complained bitterly and hysterically about injustice.

Chu Wan Ning said:

"Why bother? A person who tortures himself is neither human nor ghost."

Chu Wanxin smiled sinisterly. She suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Chu Wanning.

She just wanted to disgust them.

A flash of gunlight passed by, and Chu Wanxin's head spun a few times in the air before flying out, falling to the ground and rolling down the ladder. Her body fell to her knees on the spot.