The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

"You are still stubborn even when you are about to die."

Mo Xingren was so angry that he immediately stepped forward to teach Wen Zixi a lesson that he would never forget, in order to relieve the pressure of being chased by the Zhengmeng and hiding from Xi'an for a long time.

What he hated most in his life was being called not a "human".

Although this is indeed the case.

But since the birth of his spiritual intelligence, Mo Xingren has always regarded himself as an individual who can think independently.

He didn't know why he came to this world, but he would never tolerate others treating him as an alien.

Die Qianchou had just finished communicating with Yan Chichun in his mind. The latter asked him to give a warning to Wen Zixi, who was careless and underestimated the enemy, without hurting Wen Zixi.

After all, my life is in the hands of the other party, and there is also a previous lesson that I cannot bear to look back on.

Die Qianchou had no choice but to work hard and obey orders.

But just when Die Qianchou came to his senses.

Mo Xingren had already taken off his pants in front of Wen Zixi, intending to do something dirty.

"Fuck!"

Die Qianchou was so scared that he cursed on the spot and slipped between the two of them without saying a word.

He swung his big hand violently and slapped the lustful-looking Mo Xingren, causing him to spit blood and spiral upwards.

Two bloody front teeth fell to the ground.

After a while, it was like melting ice, and a few subtle and obscure bloody evil spirits evaporated.

Dissipated into the air.

thump--

"Ahem, you're crazy!!!"

Mo Xingren was lying on the ground with his lower body naked, coughing up blood. He was almost seriously injured by this beating.

What the hell is going on with this thing?

"What did you say?"

Di Qianchou's eyes darkened, and a cold murderous intent flashed out of them. Mo Xingren secretly thought that this was not good, and hurriedly spoke to remedy the situation:

"Nothing, nothing... I mean, what made Deacon Fall so angry?"

"If a slap on my face can relieve the deacon's worries, then I'll take it!"

Wen Zixi never let down his guard for a moment.

But at this moment, she couldn't help but look confused, not understanding what had suddenly happened to the evil deacon in front of her.

In addition, Wen Zixi was also a little curious.

The "blood demon" whose body is condensed into a human form by the bloody evil energy, does it have the ability to reproduce like an ordinary person?

Well... there should be, Wen Zixi thought.

"You are quite eloquent."

Die Qianchou laughed and said, "If such a beautiful woman in the world is defiled by a lowly demon like you, how can I enjoy her with peace of mind?"

"Yes, it was a small oversight..."

Mo Xingren secretly swore, "Once I have completely mastered Ling Xiu, I will make you kneel down and kowtow to me as my master!"

"So, you want me too?"

Wen Zixi spoke calmly;

"Although I don't want to cause trouble for others, I still have to remind you that if you kill me or do anything to me, you will eventually die."

"Huh?"

Seeing the opportunity coming, Mo Xingren immediately jumped up to show his goodwill: "You are so cowardly, did you think we were scared?"

"Don't even mention how appalling your identity is. In front of Deacon Fall, even the rats of the Righteous Alliance have nothing to fear!"

"I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible."

Mo Xingren's face was filled with venom: "If you were born an ant, then be prepared to be an ant and honestly dedicate the last value of your life!"

Wen Zixi's expression remained the same.

She remained indifferent, her eyes as clear as autumn water, staring at Mo Xingren quietly.

"how."

Mo Xingren raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Not convinced?"

"So what if I don't accept it?"

His eyes were filled with sarcasm: "Now you are just a piece of fish on the chopping block, unable to even perform the most basic dying fight."

"I advise you to be honest and avoid..."

"so small."

Wen Zixi turned away, not taking it seriously.

Mo Xingren was stunned for a moment, then seemed to suddenly wake up and looked down at the perfectly copied decorations.

I wasn't really angry, just a little confused.

He raised his head, blinked at Di Qianchou who looked ashamed, frowned slightly and said:

"Very small?"

"What do you say?"

Die Qianchou's mouth twitched. Is this guy mentally ill...or is he still very young?

Would a normal demon ask such a question?

"Then I'll get bigger."

"Alright! Put your pants on!"

Die Qianchou suppressed the urge to slap Mo Xingren to death and began to think about how to complete this mission.

Give a warning without hurting the other party. This person should be of extraordinary status and should not be offended.

But the point is.

What should he do, and to what extent, to save himself from the mental torture?

Just as Di Qianchou was about to think deeply, the noisy Mo Xingren beside him kept disturbing his thoughts.

"Oh~~~"

"I've always wanted to see this expression on your face."

Mo Xingren put his pants back on. No matter which way Wen Zixi looked, he would jump out and make fun of her. His face looked both vulgar and asking for a beating.

"Your expression of wanting to kill me but being unable to, filled with disgust, jealousy, and unwillingness, hahahaha..."

"Don't worry, after Deacon Falls has finished enjoying his meal, it will be my turn. Then, we will settle the old scores properly~"

"You really... pissed me off!"

Wen Zixi gnashed his teeth in hatred.

Even a clay Buddha has a temper, let alone her, a living person?

He immediately mobilized the spiritual power that had been brewing in his body.

In an instant, the spiritual sea in the dantian surged with wind and clouds, like a flood breaking through a dam, and exploded with a "boom".

He broke through Die Qianchou's restriction in one go.

bang——

Die Qianchou had extraordinary eyesight and he dodged and retreated the moment he noticed that Wen Zixi's spiritual power was agitated.

Stay away from the center of the Linghai storm.

But Mo Xingren was in a miserable state.

He thought that Wen Zixi was just a cultivator in the Kaihai realm, and no matter what little tricks he made, he would not escape the eyes of Du Qianchou, so his mentality was inflated.

They were completely unaware that the crisis was approaching quietly.

"Well, you...let go!"

Mo Xingren's feet were floating in the air. He kicked his legs hard and struggled desperately, but Wen Zixi grabbed his neck and held him down tightly. He looked painful and almost suffocated.

"This is?"

Feeling this extremely powerful and thrilling power fluctuation, Di Qianchou's eyes flashed slightly.

The Eastern Divine Region may seem peaceful these past few years, but in reality, it has accumulated a lot of experience and has hidden several extremely talented people.

This trip was really an eye-opener.

"If you dare come over here, I'll kill him!"

Wen Zixi looked coldly at Die Qianchou who was still in thought. She openly used Mo Xingren as a threat.

Secretly, he kept an eye on his surroundings, waiting for an opportunity to evacuate.

"You feel......"

Die Qianchou asked in a relaxed tone, "Do I care about his life or death?"

"If you didn't care, you would have killed the blood demon long before you knew its true identity."

Wen Zixi sneered:

"Why did it take until now...evil cultivator?"

Would an evil cultivator, such a complete egoist, also care about the life and death of his companions?

The answer is no!

From the moment Die Qianchou appeared, Wen Zixi was keenly aware of it.

There was always a subtle and invisible murderous intent in Die Qianchou's eyes when he looked at Mo Xingren.

"Interesting...but that's about it."