The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

But soon, he calmed down and decided to wait until he got back to express his happiness.

At this time, the demons had been beaten to pieces and could not get up.

Only Meiji was left.

Meiji clenched her palms, put away her little nose, and a sinister and strange smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

Tang Yixien looked at Mei Ji and always had a feeling that she was about to use her ultimate move.

From the beginning, he and Jin Xiaoxiao had the same feeling that this beautiful girl seemed too calm.

This made Tang Yixin feel a little uneasy, as if he was waiting for the other party to use a big move, but he didn't know what the big move was.

Then let’s just strike first and not worry about anything else.

Tang Yixin's cultivation has recovered. A strong wind blew around his body, his hair moved in the wind, he jumped up, and his spiritual power went straight to the sword, heading towards Mei Ji.

Naturally, everyone followed behind him.

The blazing white light from the sword tip was directly hitting Mei Ji's nose. She quickly retreated, then turned around, and the sword intent returned with a move. Blood spurted out, and her shoulder was directly pierced through.

Mei Ji felt the pain, endured it and stepped back, leaping onto the altar.

At this moment, the altar made a crackling sound, and countless short arrows shot out.

Everyone retreated quickly, and Xuan Yuran's golden barrier was crackling due to the short arrow.

At this moment, a purple mist began to spread around, instantly filling the entire space, and the surroundings were plunged into purple.

The fog was so thick that the few people dared not act rashly because they could not see each other while standing next to each other.

"Master?" Jin Xiaoxiao called softly.

But no response was heard, as they were separated by the thick fog.

Tang Yixien stood in the thick fog, thinking that this was probably Mei Ji's back-up plan.

As expected, Meiji's lazy and soft voice could be heard from the thick fog.

"Do you think it's over once the magic circle is broken?"

"Everything has just begun, the beginning of the inner demon."

Vicious, deep laughter echoed all around.

"The inner demon of unrequited love, Tang Yixian, if I were you, I would quickly think of how to escape."

"Your disciples have deep inner demons."

"Hide well and don't let them find you, otherwise... I don't know what will happen."

Tang Yixien's heart skipped a beat, and a strong sense of unease surged in his heart.

Heart demon.

Does that mean the previous magic array was only to sow inner demons?

Soon, the scenery around him began to change, the purple mist dissipated, and he found himself at the edge of a turbulent river.

It was obvious that he had fallen into some kind of illusion.

escape? ?

Is he really going to escape?

Mei Ji told him to escape. Could it be that all three disciples were trapped in their inner demons?

Tang Yixien calmed himself down.

The rushing river beside me stirred up waves and brought a cool breeze.

There is a wobbly little wooden bridge over the river, swaying in the wind.

He looked at his clothes and the familiar river in front of him, and suddenly remembered that this was the river he passed by on his way to escape from the Tang family.

He was back to the scene of his escape.

Sheng Qingye...

He will be found by Sheng Qingye. Will it take several more days and nights...?

The wolf cub was reckless. Even if this was a fantasy world of inner demons, he didn't want to experience it again.

So, he headed in another direction. He also wanted to know what the result would be if he had chosen the other path at this fork in the road.

This is a road leading to the mountains, different from the one he chose before that led to Taoyuan Town.

Tang Yixien had only taken a few steps when the sky, which was originally bright and sunny, was suddenly plunged into a dark darkness.

Looking up, I saw dozens of unicorns in the sky above my head, and their wings were connected like dark clouds, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

And right on top of the Qilin in the front stood a young man in red, with a stern demeanor and a dazzling figure.

It was none other than Xuan Yuran.

But why does he look different? The usually well-behaved and clear-minded little Xuanwu now has a demonic aura.

Tang Yixien was currently standing under a large tree on the roadside. He instinctively stepped back and hid himself in the shadows.

If it were normal times, he would naturally not hide from Xiao Xuanwu.

But he always felt that something was not right in the current situation. He had to hide from Xuan Yuran first.

However, this is a highway and there is not much place to hide.

I didn't expect to meet Xuan Yuran so soon after walking here. Does this mean that this is Xuan Yuran's inner demon fantasy world?

Tang Yixin thought as he moved forward quickly in the sparse jungle.

But the bird cloud above was too vast, fortunately the Qilin was just flying in the air.

It wasn't until Tang Yixien escaped from the area covered by Qilin that he was so tired that his lungs were about to explode.

He sat under a crabapple tree to rest for a while. It was spring, and the pale pink petals of the crabapple flowers were falling one after another.

Tang Yixien ran too fast, his chest heaving. It felt like he couldn't even run that fast when he ran 1,500 meters at a sports meet.

Fortunately, Xiao Xuanwu did not chase after him. When he moved sideways, he only felt a brilliant red color beside him.

When he looked up again, Xuan Yuran was looking at him with an obedient and aggrieved expression. He was handsome and aloof, but there was a hint of dark red light in his eyes, which added a touch of strange and unique beauty.

This is different from the previous Xuan Yuran.

He looks like the boy next door with a hint of gloom.

Tang Yixien was slightly startled, but he calmed down in an instant.

After all, this is his little apprentice, Little Phoenix, how could he really be afraid?

"Xiao Xuanwu, what a coincidence." Tang Yixien said softly.

"Unfortunately, I'm on the Qilin, and I see you've been running for half an hour."

Tang Yixian's eyes darkened, revealing a bit of the majesty of a master.

"Xuan Yuran, listen to what your master says, this is..."

"Master, you smell so good." In an instant, Xuan Yuran had settled on his neck, his breath wandering around.

The other person's pure and vigorous aura gently wrapped around the neck.

It brushed past like a feather, causing a warm feeling.

Xuan Yuran stared at Tang Yixien, his eyes paranoid and clear, yet with a hint of confusion.

"Master, are you avoiding me? What did I do wrong? I can change."

Xuan Yuran hugged Tang Yixin in his arms, his voice low and mellow with a hint of sobs.

Tang Yixien's weakness is his soft heart. This is what makes Xuan Yuran, who is trapped in his inner demons, confused and helpless.

He set the sword aside.

Xuan Yuran opened his closed eyes, with a hint of stubbornness in his eyes, and pulled out a tuft of hair from somewhere.

This hair is long and flexible, a gorgeous feather with a gem-like fluff hanging at the end.

This is the phoenix feather that Sheng Qingye has always wanted to pull down.

This feather carries the demonic aura of Xuan Yuran, and is as soft and flexible as silk.

Tang Yixin was held in Xuan Yuran's arms at this time, with no defense behind him, and was tied up like this.