The sickly fox demon is not easy to tease

After he finished speaking, Sikong Wu Yue waved his hand and withdrew the Xuanyin Fire that was all over the mountains and fields. He felt compassion for the common people and could not bear to see the innocent people suffer.

Rong Ke kowtowed immediately: "Thank you, Demon Lord, for having mercy on the people of the world!"

Sikong Wu Yue suddenly felt a fishy and sweet taste in his throat, and a large amount of blood gushed out.

Seeing this, Rong Ke wanted to raise his hand to help him: "Demon Lord, are you okay?"

Sikong Wuyue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, waved his hand and said, "No problem!"

Nan Xingchen's soul was forcibly extracted and his body was tortured like this, but he only coughed up a little blood, which was nothing compared to her pain.

He glanced at her pale little face with pity. She was afraid of pain. His Xing'er was most afraid of pain.

She shouldn't have to endure this pain.

Sikong Wu Yue's gaze became increasingly fierce. He sat cross-legged, chanting incantations and casting spells. After a moment, three black figures suddenly appeared.

The three demon kings knelt down and shouted respectfully: "Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Sikong Wuyue glared at the ruins of the cave not far away and said in a cold voice: "Pass my order to kill all the living beings in this cave! Extract their souls and let them also taste the pain of having their souls torn apart!"

His voice was like a thousand-year-old ice, making the listeners' hearts palpitate and tremble.

The three demon kings said in unison: "I obey your orders."

Although Li Hu, Xi Feng and Yu Long have not yet understood the ins and outs of the matter, looking at the woman in their master's arms, they think that it is the person he loves.

The Demon Lord has ruled over the demon and monster worlds for tens of thousands of years, and no one has ever seen him lose his composure like this. It looks like he's going to go on a killing spree today.

The three demon kings flashed and disappeared in an instant.

Sikong Wuyue glanced at Rong Ke with cold eyes: "Get lost now."

The Demon Lord's voice was chilling and eerie, like the death-seeking Yama in hell, dangerous and intimidating!

"Demon Lord, please spare my life. I will get out of here immediately."

Rong Ke only felt a chill on his neck and subconsciously touched his neck to make sure his head was still there.

He was so frightened that he ran away in a panic.

Su Muwei gently held Nan Xingchen in his arms and reached out to touch her cheek. His cold skin sent pain burning from his fingertips all the way to his heart.

He placed his warm palms against hers, cupped her cheeks and gently stroked them, then leaned over to her ears and whispered, "Xing'er..."

The woman who was so noisy was now surprisingly quiet in his arms.

She was dressed in black. Although the color could not be seen, it was already soaked with blood, and the blood was dripping down the edge of the clothes.

Su Muwei seemed to hear the sound of his own heartbreaking. He had lived for tens of thousands of years and had never experienced what it felt like to have a broken heart.

It turns out that it hurts so deeply...

Su Mu concentrated his spiritual energy in his palm and kept injecting it into her, but it was useless. She turned pale and had no breath at all...

But he didn't believe she would die. How could a woman with such a strong vitality die?

Surrounded by a strong chill, Su Muwei's breathing became rapid. He gently touched Nan Xingchen's forehead with his temple and felt that his body was about to be frozen into a lump of ice by her.

Su Muwei pursed his lips and let out a deep laugh from the depths of his throat: "As expected, she is the woman I like. How could she die so easily?"

The robe he gave to Nan Xingchen protected her heart meridian, and there was a glimmer of hope for her if she was resurrected.

Su Mu tried to cast a spell and condense the remaining soul of Nan Xingchen.

A powerful divine force enveloped the entire mountain. In an instant, the sky changed drastically and the six realms were shaken!

Under his powerful spiritual summons, millions of residual soul fragments slowly condensed around the southern star. These fragments, with extremely faint light, gathered in the air into a bead-sized starlight.

Su Mu wanted to cast a spell to inject the soul starlight into Nan Xingchen's body to let her soul return to its place, but he found that a force in her body was resisting the return of her soul.

Could it be the seal in Nan Xingchen's Dantian?

With an extremely pious mood, Su Mu could only temporarily store the condensed soul starlight into his own Dan Yuan for protection.

He also cast a spell to strengthen Nan Xingchen's essence. As long as her essence was still conscious, she could be resurrected.

His warm palms caressed her cold cheeks...

Xing'er, don't be afraid, I will definitely save you for my brother...

at all costs……

I swear that from today on, I will not let anyone hurt you again and will protect your happiness for the rest of your life!

Su Muwei picked up Nan Xingchen and was about to leave.

A young man rushed towards them. He was wearing a light blue robe, had a heroic look, and his face was quite similar to Nan Xingchen.

He drew his sword and demanded, "Who are you? Why are you holding my sister? What did you do to him?"

Su Muwei was stunned and asked, "Are you her brother?"

Nan Xingyu took a few steps forward and asked coldly, "Who hurt my sister?"

Su Muwei said calmly: "Anyone who hurts her will die. I need to find someone to save her. Goodbye!"

After saying this, his figure holding Nan Xingchen gradually disappeared.

Nan Xingyu shouted angrily: "Hey, who are you? But you kidnapped my sister, you little bastard, stop right there."

A guard beside him asked, "Young Prince, do you want to chase him?"

Nan Xingyu sighed deeply and said, "What are you chasing? That person just used the magic of speed and could travel thousands of miles in an instant. How can we chase him?"

……

In a flash, Sikong Wu Yue came to a thatched cottage through the void. An old man in a white robe was sitting in the yard. It seemed that he knew he was coming and had prepared tea in advance and was waiting in the yard.

Sikong Wuyue placed Nan Xingchen on a rattan chair in the courtyard, knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Disciple begs Master to save her."

The old ancestor Chi Yan picked up the teacup on the dining table, took a sip of tea, and without even raising his eyelids, asked, "Why did the master save her?"

Sikong Wuyue whispered, "Master, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. This girl's soul has left her body. If you don't quickly return her soul to its place, she will have no chance of survival."

The Red Flame Patriarch raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at him, and said lightly: "Wu Yue, you used the Xuan Yin Fire recklessly and almost made a big mistake."

He sighed deeply and said, "You were attacked by the power of Heaven, and now your heart meridian is damaged. You still don't repent. If you continue to insist on your own way, you will definitely make a big mistake."

Sikong Wuyue did not reply to the Chiyan Patriarch's words, but asked stubbornly: "How can Master agree to save her?"

The Red Flame Patriarch frowned and said in a deep voice: "Do you really want to save her? At any cost?"

Sikong Wuyue kowtowed again: "Yes."

The old ancestor Chi Yan was silent for a long while, then said angrily: "Wu Yue, your father was also so reckless for your mother, and he went against the will of heaven, which resulted in his divine body being damaged, the demon world being in turmoil, and evildoers everywhere. Your master warned you last time that this woman is your love calamity in this life, and also a bad fate."

Sikong Wu Yue looked up at the woman lying on the rattan chair, and his cold face softened a little.

He said, "It was my disciple who fell in love with her. This woman has nothing to do with me. My fault is mine. Master should not be angry with her. How can Master agree to save her?"

The surroundings were as silent as death.

The old ancestor Chi Yan coughed angrily and said, "Wu Yue, you have disappointed me. If you want to save this woman, you cannot meet her again from today on. Are you willing?"

Sikong Wu Yue stood up, walked to Nan Xingchen, looked down at her, her eyes slightly moist.

He raised his head, pursed his lips and smiled, "If Master promises to save her, I am willing to do so."

The Red Flame Patriarch stood up hunched over and said in a deep voice, "Okay. You must keep your word."

Sikong Wu Yue lowered his eyes and glanced at Nan Xingchen again, as if he wanted to imprint her appearance in his heart.

Xing'er, I promised to keep you happy for the rest of your life, but I'm going to break my promise...