Maybe I shouldn't die.

As soon as these words were spoken, the fake Zhu Huan's laughter immediately froze.

Black Turtle didn't care about this. He continued:

"I was still not sure at first, and thank you for the information you provided."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand without hesitation and said to one of the demon cultivators:

"Biqing, burn him!"

The demon girl named Biqing couldn't help but hesitate:

"But this body?"

Although she really wanted to teach this monster a lesson, this body still belonged to Zhu Huan!

Is it really okay to just kill him like this?

The black tortoise said:

"It doesn't matter. It's already a polluted spirit. Even if it stays, it's useless."

Biqing was still a little hesitant and continued:

"What about Zhu Huan?"

Black Turtle said with a firm tone:

"Burn it. Zhu Huan is still alive."

Is Zhu Huan still alive?

Biqing no longer hesitated and spewed out a breath of spiritual fire.

She has the blood of the jade vine. Although the blood is extremely thin, it also causes the spiritual fire to contain some vitality.

This kind of spiritual fire is not suitable for use in combat.

But it is perfect for fighting monsters.

For example, this will

The spiritual fire fell on the fake Zhu Huan.

"Ah~"

The fake Zhu Huan screamed immediately.

He subconsciously rolled over on the ground, trying to extinguish the spiritual fire in his body.

But spiritual fire is spiritual fire.

How could it be extinguished so easily?

Demonic energy is its best combustion aid. The fake Zhu Huan's actions not only failed to extinguish the spiritual fire, but made it burn even more vigorously.

The more vigorously the spiritual fire burned, the more intense the pain felt by the fake Zhu Huan, and the evil energy in his body would subconsciously gather at the wound.

And the demonic energy will become a fuel for the spiritual fire.

The screams came one after another.

Each cry was more mournful than the last.

But none of the monks present showed any sympathy.

It would be best if all monsters died.

What's more, this is a monster that has harmed their companions.

There were a few who looked disappointed.

But that was just because I felt sorry for Zhu Huan's body. What did it have to do with the monster in his body?

Under this spiritual fire that is burning more and more fiercely.

Zhu Huan's body quickly turned into a pile of ashes, and naturally the monster in his body also turned into ashes.

However, the net not only did not suffer any damage, but it even became more shiny.

Seeing this, Biqing waved her hand, and the big net that was originally buried in the ashes fell into her hands.

But why is there a red egg in this net?

She subconsciously wanted to throw the egg away.

Monsters are cunning, what if this is a conspiracy left by the monsters?

"Don't throw it!"

A sharp shout sounded.

Biqing was a little confused, but she stopped at the first opportunity.

But, it's too late!

The egg had already slipped out of his hand and flew straight out due to inertia.

At this time, Black Turtle shouted out his second sentence.

"That's Zhu Huan!"

Zhu Huan? The adults said that the egg is Zhu Huan?

Biqing's expression suddenly became frightened, and she hurriedly reached out to grab the egg back.

Judging from the reaction of a Nascent Soul cultivator, there was nothing wrong with this action.

But she wasn't the only one who took action!

After hearing the black turtle's words, the other demon cultivators also pounced towards the thrown egg.

That egg was Zhu Huan! Zhu Huan who had just escaped death!

If I fall to the ground like this, I dare not even think about the consequences!

But having too many monsters taking action is not a good thing.

"Bang", "Boom", "Ouch" ~

The monsters that attacked collided head-on with each other.

But they didn't care about this at all, and said hurriedly:

"Where's the egg?"

"Who caught the egg?"

"I don't"

"I do not have either"

……

No monster caught the egg?

In an instant, all the monsters couldn't help but show fear in their eyes.

Zhu Huan, who had managed to survive, would not die in the hands of his companions!

For a moment, all the monsters could not help but fall silent.

A feeling of grief circulated among the demons.

Just at this moment, a female voice came from the bottom of the monster pile.

"Zhu Huan is here with me!"

The sound was extremely weak, but the demon cultivators present jumped up instantly.

"who is it?"

"Who was talking just now?"

"Is Zhu Huan okay?"

All the monsters stood up, and Biqing, who was pressed at the bottom, finally had the chance to stand up.

After standing up, the first thing she did was not to answer her companions' questions, but to carefully take out the egg she was holding in her arms.

The other demon cultivators didn't care whether she answered or not and immediately surrounded her.

"How about the eggs?"

"No one is hurt!"

While asking, he and Biqing examined the red egg in her hand.

Only after they carefully checked the eggs several times and found no damage did they feel completely relieved.

"Fortunately, fortunately."

"It was a close call. Zhu Huan almost broke into pieces."

"Fortunately he was rescued."

Especially Biqing, her face was full of fear.

Zhu Huan almost died in his hands.

Fortunately, I was quick.

But, what to do next?

She held the egg carefully, looking helpless.

It was at this moment that the black tortoise finally spoke again:

"Send him to me."

His tone was also full of fear.

It was almost, really just almost, his Zhu Huan would be gone!

So, there was one more egg in Chunsheng Bowl.

Of course, these eggs have been inspected by a civilized society to make sure there is no trace of any monster left.

After all, it is an egg that came out of a pile of monsters that were burned to ashes.

It's better to be careful.

The matter of the fake Zhu Huan has been resolved, and the cultivators on the flying boat began to turn their attention to Han Qingshu's situation.

She looked the same as before, nothing unusual.

A demon couldn't help but ask:

"Sir, is it true what you said before about the island appearing for a limited time?"

Black Turtle: "Of course it's true."

"Then do you know when Young Friend Han will wake up?"

"I don't know?"

"What if she wakes up too late and misses it?"

"Wait until tomorrow."

"What if I don't wake up tomorrow?"

"Wait until the day after tomorrow."

"if……"

"Shut up, you're not a mourning bird, stop imitating them and saying unlucky words."

“But my grandma is.”

"..."

For a moment, Black Turtle felt that he was silenced. After a moment, he spoke again:

"Just shut up."

This time, the demon cultivator did not refute again and just shut his mouth obediently.

This is also the time.

"what"

An extremely sharp scream resounded throughout the flying boat.

The voice came from Han Qingshu.

The monks immediately looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a wisp of black smoke coming out from the top of her head, followed by the second wisp, the third wisp... and the Nth wisp.

After the black smoke rushed out of her body, it immediately gathered together and finally formed an unknown creature that was completely black.

Maybe this is the inner demon?

The monks couldn't help but speculate in their hearts.

But! Compared with when it entered Han Qingshu's body before, it has shrunk several times, and the color is not as rich as before, and it is even a little transparent.

It looks like he's seriously injured!