Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

Qin Muyue chatted with the system in her heart.

[Tong, how confident are you that you can kill the Demon Lord? ]

[Host, you have too much killing intent. The Demon Lord can die, but he must die before the end. Otherwise, the two catastrophes in the world of immortal cultivation will go crazy at the same time, and even your master will have to survive.]

[Ah, this, it sounds like not killing the Demon Lord is part of the plan]

[Yes, Wallfacer, issue a task to improve the Demon Lord's favorability, no time limit, favorability 100, reward: 10,000 points]

[? Tong, you have changed. Now there is a pathetic thick barrier between you and me.]

[Host, Xiaoying is doing this to let you control the six realms. As long as you capture all the men in the six realms, you will be the master of the six realms! ]

[Tong, people are fickle, men's hearts are like the sea, I will never sell my beauty for a few points of favor]

[But host, the higher their favorability, the stronger your cultivation will be]

【It smells so good! 】

Qin Muyue's eyes grew slightly hot as she looked at Buyehou, but on the surface she was still the light of righteousness.

Based on her experience of reading Haio, Wipe the Edge, and all kinds of works about the fourth love between man and woman, the demons like to see the light of righteousness struggling for them, forbearing for them, and falling from the altar for them.

Qin Muyue's pretty face suddenly showed a bit of coldness, and she pressed the sword towards the Demon Lord's neck again.

The Qiu Shui Sword was almost worn out. It was just a high-grade spiritual sword, but it wanted to leave a blood mark on the Return to Void Stage. The blade almost broke.

Buyehou looked at Qin Muyue with a hint of amusement in his eyes. He seemed to see through her thoughts, but he was not in a hurry to expose her. He smiled slightly and said, "Girl, since you and I have met here, why don't you put down your swords and have a drink together?"

Qin Muyue shook her head slightly, her eyes were determined as if she wanted to convert to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, and her face was full of righteousness.

She said in a cold voice: "Demon Lord, there is no wine glass between you and me. The truth is that only under the pressure of the Tribulation Period can the sword edge measure the territory of the Immortal Cultivation World."

The light of righteousness on Qin Muyue was too dazzling.

Buyehou sighed softly, his eyes curved slightly, his eyes moved, and his jade-like fingertips, with a faint red color, slid up the blade of the Qiushui sword in an ambiguous manner.

The fingertips reached the lips, the thin red lips were shiny and glossy, and a chaotic and magnetic male voice sounded.

"My real name is Shen Zhao, and my birth date is June 6, Hour of the Rooster. Does this make the young lady trust me?"

"Since you said so, let me do some divination." Qin Muyue took out the turtle back and copper coins, shook them and threw them on the ground, then used the fire-ignition technique to burn the turtle shell.

"Well, it seems to me that you have a bad omen today." Qin Muyue said casually. She secretly wrote down the birth date of the Demon Lord. If the Demon Lord was harmful to the Wuji Immortal Sect, she would curse him to death.

“.....That is a sign of blessing and disaster going hand in hand.” A smile flashed across the sad eyes of Buyehou, which were like tung blossoms. He was a little speechless. It was the first time he saw a Taoist fortune teller randomly.

"I have my own decision. And don't call me girl. Call me Master Angsu." Qin Muyue's eyes widened, not knowing that to the person opposite her she looked like a cat in a bad mood.

"Mr. Shen has already told you the fairy's real name. May I know your full name?"

Having said that, Qin Muyue sheathed the Qiushui sword and replied in a light voice, "My name is Qin Muyue, the disciple of Fuguang Immortal Lord Yuzheng."

What Qin Muyue was hiding was that don't even think about tracing back her birth date, as the secret had been concealed by a powerful being.

"Is your name Qin Muyue? Then how about I call you A Yue?" Buyehou had a faint smile on his face and was always polite.

He lowered his crow-feather eyelashes to hide the darkness in his eyes.

In this life, she has gone from being an elusive star to an unattainable moon.

The tip of his tongue brushed against the sharp teeth near the corner of his lips, and he became slightly excited, wanting the moonlight to shine only on him.

Qin Muyue was discussing strategies with the system.

[Commander, the Demon Lord has just sat on the throne of the Demon Realm, and his position is not stable yet. He has a group of traitors under his command. I think we can attack his weak points from this aspect.]

[Host, in fact, the Demon Lord is very powerful, and those rebels can be crushed one by one. It’s just that he was poisoned and his cultivation has declined.]

[Tsk, how can he be in the Mahayana stage when he is only over a hundred years old?]

[Host, he has the body of a demon. You have to think like this. Not everyone has the fate of a human emperor. Now the human emperors are all in the sects’ territories helping the cultivators to support the human race. No matter how many emperors there are, there can only be three emperors. Each of the major sects will also have to divide the jurisdiction.]

[I don’t care, I’m going to make a scene]

Qin Muyue felt jealous. How could everyone be so talented? She, a loser with only five spiritual roots, hated everyone equally.

In the darkness of Qianfo Temple, the eyes of Buyehou were like an ancient well with no bottom, hiding unknown secrets.

While Qin Muyue was wondering what she was thinking, Buyehou moved closer, put his thin lips on the girl's earlobe, and pulled her collar down while playing the bass.

"I was once a native of Houtu. The custom there is..." A charming smile appeared on his cold white face. "The birth date and eight characters are only shown to the wife during marriage. Since the Taoist has read my eight characters, he must take responsibility."

Qin Muyue's expression at this time was like that of a monk, but her eyes had their own thoughts. She slid across the muscle groove between the man's pectoralis major and could see his abdominal muscles from the open neckline.

She pushed him out with one hand, touched him a few times, and turned her face away: "Daoyou, please be reserved."

The slender jade-like fingers of Buyehou stroked the open cuffs. Every move was dignified and yet a little seductive.

"What is it about A Zhao that the fairy is not satisfied with?" He lowered his head slightly, his eyelashes so thick that they could be used as eyeliner, his almond-shaped eyes drooped, and he looked like a young wife begging for mercy. "A Zhao can change."

Qin Muyue said that the heat in Tokyo in 1945 was not as hot as that of the Demon Lord.

"My friend, you and I are just casual acquaintances, why bother with me like this?" She still had a cold expression on her face, as if she had cut off all feelings.

The Demon Lord moved the collar of his clothes with his fingertips, and the old shoulders became smooth, revealing the beautiful collarbone.

"Dao Jun, please look at me. I don't believe that your eyes are empty."

Wang Yu, who had been standing by as a background board, said: Then should I leave?

Qin Muyue's blood was suddenly excited, and she was almost about to put her hands together and meditate.

【Fahai is actually me! 】

[Host, hold on! ]

"Ayue, this is a peerless mirror, an all-round immortal weapon that can perform both offense and defense. It can trace back images. I have left my soul consciousness on it. You can talk to me anytime to relieve your worries." Buyehou took out a white jade mirror that looked like a lotus seat and pressed it into Qin Muyue's palm.

"Oh, no, no!" The girl smiled like an auntie, resisting the red envelope, and pushed it away like she was practicing Tai Chi.

Just when Qin Muyue's personal qualities were put to the greatest test, with a loud "bang", the last wall of the Blood Pond Buddhist Hall collapsed.

The sword light went out, the person had arrived, Lu Yaoguang held the sword and shouted coldly.

"Evil demon! Don't attack Junior Sister Yue!"

"Let go of Junior Sister Yue!" Yan Shiyin came over on his sword, holding a scent-smelling rat in his hand. Seeing that Qin Muyue's hair was not messy, his anxious expression eased a little.

Jia Luo was still walking slowly, with a little monk chanting scriptures behind him. He was coming, he was coming, he was coming with the speakers!

Hua Chao and He Zhen were pondering which leader of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect Fa Hai was.

After delivering the things, Marquis Buye took a step back, straightened his clothes, his black hair fluttered slightly, the corners of his eyes raised, and a trace of displeasure at being disturbed flashed in his red tung blossom-like eyes.

He swept his sinister and evil eyes over the five men present, and dark thoughts grew in his heart.

Oh, once he enters the principal wife, all you concubines will be beaten to death!

"Everyone, we will never meet again!" He snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, tore through the void and left.