Please Spare My Life, Disciple of the Demon Lord

Jiang Tingwan looked at Mu Yunzhong and smiled kindly. Since he was unwilling to explain, she would not expose him and accompanied him in pretending to be ignorant. That was enough.

Whether it was the fact that he let Lin Shuyu leave or the barrier that was impenetrable, it all showed that he had taken what she said to heart.

The only thing that puzzled her was that the number above Mu Yunzhong’s head still did not decrease.

She was increasingly suspicious that this value was not simply measuring Mu Yunzhong's subjective will, but the possibility of a second person appearing in his body? Or other situations that she had not thought of yet.

This is the only way to explain the current situation, because with the appearance of that person, the number has become complicated.

She wanted to ask Suijiu, but when she thought of Suijiu's answer, she gave up the idea. As a system, it is impossible not to tell the host such key information. If there is any deviation, it can only mean that her system is really unclear.

Thinking of this, Sui Jiu’s previous abnormality has not been explained, and it is unknown when Mu Yun will completely let down his guard and unblock her acupoints, giving her a chance to go in and take a look.

Jiang Tingwan lay in bed thinking about many things. The night breeze was a little cool. She pulled the quilt around her and fell asleep in a daze.

Mu Yun, who was lying down at some point, finally turned her body slightly to the side. In the dim light, her hair was scattered between them. Her scent was so alluring that he was almost obsessed with her.

The outstretched hand paused in mid-air, the fingertips trembling slightly, not daring to get closer.

He looked at his hands and asked himself a question:

Does he really have a chance to stop?

What on earth was he going to do with her?

In the blink of an eye, his hand turned slightly, and his fingers with spiritual power pointed at Jiang Tingwan's back, and the seven bone nails in his body flashed with spiritual light faintly.

They were originally formed from Mu Yunzhong's spiritual power, so when Mu Yunzhong clenched his five fingers into a ball, the seven bone nails shattered like ice cones and melted bit by bit in Jiang Tingwan's body.

There was no trace left, and it was much easier than nailing a nail into the body, and it did not affect Jiang Tingwan's sleep at all.

The Qi Hai Dantian in the body was instantly unblocked, and the unsealed body was gradually recovering to its original state under the influence of Guiyuan Pill.

Mu Yun finally turned over, lying on his back, with his arms under his head, watching the swaying light and shadows in the room, feeling this unique tranquility.

It was another sleepless night, but he felt more relaxed and comfortable than ever before.

The third day of the Trial Conference.

There were still many people in the trial field entering the Wutong Spirit Realm, but compared to the high spirits and high ambitions of the previous two days, many people now looked tired.

After two consecutive days and ten rounds of competition, the selection process finally produced preliminary results. The high-intensity trials not only eliminated a group of people in terms of results, but would soon eliminate another group in terms of endurance.

Yesterday, many people who failed to complete the ten trials gave up halfway, and those who persisted or were lucky enough to win byes will meet stronger people in today's five trials.

If you reserve your strength, you will lose a competition; if you go all out, you will be unable to deal with the next opponent.

Because of this, the interval between going on and off the field has become longer, and most of the trial disciples need a longer time to regulate their breathing.

After Mu Yun finally won the eleventh match, it was already after noon when he met his next opponent.

A man in purple walked out of the golden light gate, and Mu Yun finally realized that his clothes were from the Zi Yang Zhen Sect.

During these two days, all the hundreds of immortal sects have reached a consensus: that is, among the 48 sects, they can encounter any one of them, but they must never encounter the Zi Yang True Sect.

Because among the disciples who gave up the competition midway, more than half of them were no longer able to continue the next competition after fighting with the disciples of Zi Yang Zhen Zong.

After two days of competition, all ten disciples of Zi Yang Zhen Zong who attended the trial meeting won all the games.

The man in purple who had just come in looked Mu Yunzhong up and down, with a look of contempt in his eyes.

"You are the one who defeated two disciples of Jiuxiao Xian Pavilion in a row? What sect are you from?..." He did not ask Mu Yunzhong's name, but directly asked him which sect he was from, as if he had deliberately forgotten. He thought for a while before saying, "...Oh Sanyuan Sect!"

"Sanyuan Sect!"

He deliberately emphasized the name, his tone was a bit contemptuous and puzzled, "But I heard that you have been so poor in the past hundred years that you have no resources to train disciples. Even the disciples who attended the trial conference were borrowed from Fuyunxuan. But Fuyunxuan has always only accepted female disciples. Where did you borrow them from?"

Okay, now this is a deliberate mockery.

Mu Yun finally understood what he meant, but couldn't tell what emotion he was feeling. He just stared at him.

He knew that the person in front of him was a disciple of Zi Yang Zhen Zong, named Chu Tianhao.

He won all ten competitions by crushing everyone, and almost every disciple who was defeated by him had to withdraw from the competition.

Mu Yun finally smiled slightly, his expression neither humble nor arrogant, "There are 48 sects in the Immortal Sect, 421 disciples, 12 competitions, and I met two of the three sects. It seems that my luck is very good, but I don't know when it will end..."

He estimated the time and found that the interval between each subsequent battle would only get longer and longer. Even if he finished the battle as quickly as possible, he would still have to wait for the next person to appear in front of him.

If this continues, we will be able to return home even later today.

Seeing that he was fearless, Chu Tianhao narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him in surprise and dissatisfaction: "You are so arrogant!"

When these two words came out of the mouth of Zi Yang Zhen Zong's disciples, it seemed as if they had completely changed their meaning.

Mu Yun finally pretended not to hear these words. When he raised his eyes, Yu Xiao instantly appeared beside him.

Chu Tianhao didn't even see him pouring spiritual power into the sword, but the sword appeared beside him with a spiritual glow, which made him shout out in surprise: "Sword spirit?"

He looked at the person opposite him in disbelief, "Heh... You actually have such a spiritual object? Where did the Sanyuan Sect borrow you from?"

Until now, Chu Tianhao still didn't believe that Sanyuan Sect could cultivate such a talent, and he was certain that Mu Yun was borrowed from another sect just like Mu Qingge. "

Mu Yun finally had no time to explain to him, and said coldly: "Please hurry up, I have to go back and cook."

"..."

Chu Tianhao tilted his head after hearing this, and felt a sense of contempt in his words. He instantly became furious, "I think you are looking for death!"

After he finished speaking, Chu Tianhao opened his legs, and as his right palm flipped, a domineering and strong purple energy enveloped his whole body.

The purple figure rushed over instantly, bringing with him a strong airflow. Mu Yunzhong remained calm, tightly grasped Yu Xiao, and faced the figure head-on.