The whole family is full of evil disciples, Master, don't panic, your disciples are here

When Ji Xiuzhu saw the look in the little demon's eyes when he left, he couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Ji Xiuzhu: I don't think I've offended this guy. That look in his eyes makes it seem like he wants to eat me alive. It seems like this trip to the Ten Thousand Demons' Nest isn't going to go smoothly.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the Demon King coming to Ji Xiuzhu with a wine glass and a wine pot.

"Your honored guest has come from afar, and I apologize for my inadequate hospitality. I hope you will not take what happened just now to heart. This king, I offer you a toast!"

After saying that, the demon king added some wine to Ji Xiuzhu's cup, and then filled his own cup.

With a gulp, the demon king drank the wine in one gulp.

"No, no, thank you so much, Demon King, for your care. My master and I are truly grateful. This wine is my toast. I never thought you were the Demon King himself. I deserve your punishment."

Ji Xiuzhu didn't hesitate and raised his glass to drink.

But before the wine could even enter his throat, the demon king suddenly looked painful and vomited blood.

Ji Xiuzhu's fingertips trembled, and the wine in the glass rippled, reflecting the demon king's suddenly pale face.

"Demon King!"

Before Ji Xiuzhu finished speaking, the palace door was slammed open, and a group of armored demon guards swarmed in, wielding halberds, surrounding Ji Xiuzhu and his disciple.

Hu Yin subconsciously pressed down the God-Slaying Halberd, but Ji Xiuzhu stopped him with a look. The tit-for-tat confrontation at this moment was tantamount to confirming his guilt.

She said something was wrong today, and it turned out that it was her sixth sense that was warning her.

The demon king staggered and held onto the table, the blood seeping from between his fingers was a strange purple color.

Then, the high priest walked out slowly from the shadows with his black cloak dragging on the ground, holding a half-burned incense ash on his fingertips, and the ashes fell to the feet of the demon king.

"Outsiders, the curse has indeed come true. Outsiders are all bad people! They are not of our kind, so their hearts must be different! Capture them."

The high priest's voice was hoarse, like a dull knife scraping across bronze.

At this moment, hundreds of demonic fires in the hall dimmed at the same time, making the faces of the demons look hideous.

Ji Xiuzhu smelled a faint sweet fishy scent from the incense ash.

It is the Soul-Eating Vine, a forbidden item in the demon world.

The wine jug was carried by the demon king himself, yet the wine had been soaked before it was even placed in the jug. Such meticulousness clearly indicated a premeditated plan.

"I woke up so early today and heard such a joke. If I really wanted to poison you," Ji Xiuzhu chuckled, raising his hand to pour the wine in the cup onto the ground, "why would I stay here and wait for you to catch me?"

In an instant, the wine spilled onto the ground, and the blue bricks splashed with the wine instantly emitted black smoke. When the monsters saw this, they were instantly in an uproar.

The high priest didn't take it seriously. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and then his golden pupils became thin lines, with an unusually cunning look: "Quibbling. Demon Guard, why don't you take him down!"

Before he finished speaking, Hu Yin had already flashed in front of Ji Xiuzhu.

When the demon guards attacked with their spears and swords, Hu Yin reached out and grabbed the swords. Since his master didn't allow him to use force, he would take it on.

The young man's hand was cut by the sword, and the moment the blood rolled down the sword's spine, it actually forced back three feet of evil spirit.

Seeing this, Ji Xiuzhu took advantage of the situation and made a hand gesture. Then a green talisman flew out from his sleeve. The talisman paper exploded into a light net at the center of the demon king's eyebrows, forcing the spreading poisonous thread back into his throat.

"The Soul-Devouring Vine will revolt when it encounters blood. If the Demon King delays any longer, his demon pill will shatter." Ji Xiuzhu spoke very quickly, his fingertips already touching the Demon King's pulse. "If you want him to live, get out of the way."

The high priest slammed his scepter to the ground, and the demon bone wind chimes hanging from the ceiling of the hall rang without wind.

During the stalemate, the demon king suddenly grabbed Ji Xiuzhu's wrist, his nails suddenly growing into hooks: "I am from the Yinglong lineage... The third rib on the left... Under the reverse scale... there is..."

Before he could finish his words, the Demon King's pupils suddenly shrank, and a black shadow swooped down from the beam. It was actually the little demon that Ji Xiuzhu had let go!

Its eyes were red, and its sharp claws were digging into the demon king's reverse scales, but the moment it touched the scales, it was pierced through the shoulder blade by Huyin's halberd.

"Anyone who attempts to harm my master will die."

The little demon screamed and fell to the ground, turning into its original form of half-human, half-bird, with a bloody scale embedded in its chest.

The high priest's face suddenly changed, and the demon pupil stone embedded in the top of the scepter actually resonated with the little demon's blood, making a sharp buzzing sound.

"I see." Ji Xiuzhu sighed, looking at the high priest with a cold gaze. "You used the curse to nurture the Soul Devouring Vine, and then used the dragon's reverse scale as a lure to control the puppet to kill the king. Unfortunately, you overlooked two things."

When she felt something was wrong, she began to recall and discovered that the heart-protecting scale that Hu Yin was going to hand over was actually on the demon king's body.

No wonder she felt something was wrong.

As Ji Xiuzhu thought about it, he pinched the reverse scale with his fingers, and his fingertips brushed over the silver lines as thin as hair under the scale: "First, my disciple refined the demon king's reverse scale into a talisman many years ago; second..."

Upon hearing this, Hu Yin used the tip of his halberd to pick up a strand of silver thread from the little demon's neck. On the thread hung half a broken seal of the high priest.

"Whoever breaks the soul thread you use to control the puppet will be the true regicide."

At this moment, a long horn suddenly sounded outside the hall, and the Demon Queen led her personal guards to break in, wrapping the high priest's scepter with a long whip.

Under the infusion of Ji Xiuzhu's spiritual power, the demon king coughed up the last mouthful of poisonous blood. Green light flowed on his reverse scales, reflecting the distorted face of the high priest.

"The high priest committed treason and regicide, his crime should be torn out his heart and offered to the moon."

The Demon Queen arrived at some point, her voice as sharp as quenching ice. Following a flick of her whip, the Demon Pupil Stone on top of the scepter shattered with a loud bang.

Seeing this, all the monsters turned against them.

The high priest laughed wildly, his black robe fluttering in the wind. The shattered demon pupil stone turned into a bloody mist and penetrated his seven orifices. "Do you really think... there is only one Soul Devouring Vine?"

As he spoke, the high priest's eyes fixed, and then the ground suddenly cracked. Countless vines broke through the bricks, and human-face-shaped buds bloomed on the top. The buds bloomed together and chanted in unison, which sounded like curses.

Seeing this, the demon king pushed Ji Xiuzhu away, but he was entangled by the vines around his waist and dragged into the deep crevice.

"Master, be careful!" Hu Yin swung his spear to cut the vines, but the backlash of the force caused blood to spurt out of his tiger's mouth.

Seeing this, Ji Xiuzhu was not at all panicked.

She just waved her sword, and a green talisman appeared in the air and went straight towards the high priest's vines.

The moment the talisman vines collided, sparks flew everywhere.

"It turns out to be you, the half-demon who was captured by my master and banished to the Nest of Ten Thousand Demons seven hundred years ago." Ji Xiuzhu murmured.

The high priest's eyes moved instantly, and then the vines suddenly tightened. The demon king let out a final dragon roar, and his reverse scales completely shattered into pieces of light.

In the light, a shadow pounced towards Ji Xiuzhu. It was the memory fragment condensed by the demon king with his last demonic power.

In the picture, the young high priest was kneeling in the snow, holding a frail baby who was burned by the reverse scales in his arms. On the baby's wrist was the bamboo-patterned life lock that Ji Xiuzhu was very familiar with.

That baby was obviously Hu Yin at this time.

Just when Ji Xiuzhu wanted to continue watching, the crack in the ground suddenly closed.

The Demon Queen fell to her knees on the ground, and all the demons began to wail.

Ji Xiuzhu clenched the piece of scales tightly, and his knuckles turned white.

Hu Yin heard Ji Xiuzhu say very softly: "Now, it's our turn to owe the Ten Thousand Demons Nest a life."