He'd rather run than be turned into a cannon fodder for the broken engagement.

Chapter 233 Demon Lord

In the stillness of the night, the summer breeze is silent.

These past few days have been tense, and after being tormented by Fu Xun for half a day, I felt his slightly rough palms gently stroking my smooth back, the force and just the right amount of spiritual energy relieving the soreness and fatigue.

With her muscles and bones feeling weak, Leng Huan obediently fell asleep in his arms, or rather, she felt at ease letting her consciousness drift into emptiness in her own bedroom.

Fu Xun was wide awake, his hair disheveled, tangled with her dark locks on the pillow. In the dim candlelight, his deep eyes gleamed, silently watching the person in his arms.

In the Qingjing Hall, he did not ask why she was willing to stay by his side. If the karma he carried was too great and could affect those around him, and she wanted to stay away, she could leave.

The world is so big, if she wanted to hide, he might not be able to find her.

On a night of thick clouds, the moonlight was dim, and in the silence, only the wind rustled through the grass and trees of Mingxiu Peak. Soon, the first light of dawn appeared.

Fu Xun paused slightly as he gently stroked the snow-white back. He slowly got out of bed, made a hand seal to restore his clothes and hair, and quickly set up a soundproof barrier.

He appeared on the ink cliff of Mingxiu Peak in a flash.

"Who are you?"

An uninvited guest dressed as an outer disciple appeared ahead. The disciple slowly turned around, revealing a dignified and respectable face.

He stammered for a long time: "Disciple, disciple... wants to come here to do morning prayers when no one is around."

At this time and place, it would be somewhat believable if he were an inner disciple. Fu Xun teleported in front of him and, without saying a word, reached out and clawed at the man's throat.

At the speed of a Nascent Soul cultivator, this disciple should have been killed by his claws, but the disciple twisted his body and strangely floated ten feet away.

"Sect Master Fu of the Misty Immortal Sect, the youngest Nascent Soul cultivator and the number one on the continent, truly lives up to his reputation."

The disciple floated in mid-air, the first ray of sunlight piercing through the clouds and shining obliquely on his ordinary face. As soon as he finished speaking, his aura suddenly surged.

“You are a demon.” Fu Xun raised his hand, forming a hand seal with one hand. “You harmed my sect’s disciples. Since you’re here, stay.”

A strong wind rose around them, and the disciple's aura stopped at the late stage of the Integration Realm.

He confidently raised his hand, "Then let's see if Sect Leader Fu has the ability to keep me here."

Fu Xun was in the early stage of the Fusion Realm and was about to break through to the middle stage. His and Leng Huan's cultivation levels had risen as if they had taken a flying boat. The entire Misty Immortal Sect had become accustomed to this and simply assumed that they had had a fortuitous encounter in the Northern Sea.

"Back then, your kinsmen were also a hybrid, leading tens of thousands of demon soldiers to their deaths in my immortal sect, and you still haven't given up."

Fu Xun narrowed his eyes, his voice escaping from his thin lips with a hint of nonchalance, "Truly fearless."

"Hahaha, you say that idiot Lu Xian, leading his shrimp soldiers and crab generals to a sect full of experts, died without cause."

Hearing him say this, Fu Xun realized that this person was more cautious than the Demon Lord of Immortal Slaughter back then. He quickly thought, "It seems that you are very cautious. Are you not afraid that my sect's Supreme Elder will come out of seclusion and kill you?"

"Hahaha, I've dealt with your Immortal Sect's Integration Stage elders back in the day. Why don't you tell me the names of the Mahayana Stage elders you're talking about? Maybe I'll recognize them."

Unexpectedly, this Demon Lord has lived for so long. The Integration Elders of the Misty Immortal Sect during the Great Abyss War have long since perished. Back then, it was Leng Huan in disguise.

This person actually knew these things. Seeing that Fu Xun did not answer, the Demon Lord recited to himself, "Is it Ling Weizi, Mo Wangyu, Qin Changsheng, or Gou Yu?"

After naming several people, he chuckled and said, "They're impossible! These people have all been injured to some extent and haven't been out and about for thousands of years. They're probably long dead."

"It's even less likely that you've broken through to the Mahayana stage. Although I don't know what methods you used back then, I'm certain you don't have any Mahayana elders. I've said before that the Misty Immortal Sect is not to be trifled with. That idiot Lu Xian dared to openly come to our door, relying on his limited abilities. If he doesn't die, who will?"

Fu Xun remained unmoved. Even if they guessed there were no Mahayana cultivators, so what? Now that there were two Nascent Soul cultivators, they still dared not act rashly.

He pondered to himself, which was why the Demon Lord could only probe in secret, his ultimate goal being him. He then said, "Whatever your purpose in coming here, then stay with my sect forever."

The immense spiritual power in his hand surged towards the Demon Lord with a rapid burst of magic, but the Demon Lord coldly snorted and waved his hand, dispersing the attack that could destroy mountains and rocks. The aftershocks of the collision struck the rock wall, easily shattering the ancient rock.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides had exchanged more than a dozen blows, attracting the attention of the disciples who were doing their morning prayers nearby. Fu Xun then withdrew and moved away from Mingxiu Peak.

The Demon Lord thought he was trying to escape: "Running away isn't that easy. It's too much of a loss for you to perish at such a young age. Why don't you hand over the divine seal in your hand, and I'll let you go?"

Of course, one cannot believe such nonsense. Fu Xun, fearing that it would affect Mingxiu Peak, did not stop until he reached the outside of the sect. The Demon Lord followed closely behind.

“There is no reason for me to hand over my sect’s token. Which Demon Lord of the Demon Clan are you? Immortal Slayer is dead, God Slayer was severely injured, and the rest died in the great battle. Are you a newly promoted Demon Lord?” Fu Xun asked deliberately.

According to the sect leader's notes, most of the ten Demon Lords who had reached the Fusion Stage died in the great battle. However, this Demon Lord was cautious and his strength was unpredictable, unlike the newly promoted ones. It is unknown which one it is.

"Hahaha, I am the God of Slaughter. If I hadn't been injured back then, I would have already reached the Tribulation Stage."

He finished laughing, then his face turned resentful as he finished speaking, "If they hadn't attacked me from behind, how could I have been asleep for so many years? I see that you, a Nascent Soul cultivator, have extraordinary talent. Why don't you use your essence to help me cultivate!"

Fu Xun's face darkened. He hated the way people looked at him with such lustful eyes. He was angry, his jaw clenched slightly, and his voice carried clearly: "Ugly person, yet you want to be beautiful."

"Demon Lord of Slaughter, why don't you dare show your true face?" Fu Xun said, already holding a divine sword in his hand.

"Hmph! Enough with the empty words, prepare to die!" The Demon Lord swung his hand.

Fu Xun was shocked to see a weapon wrapped in a chilling killing intent approaching. He clasped his hands together, and the Divine Sword Soul Suppressor struck out like lightning, unleashing its mysterious power for the first time.

The two collided violently, and an instant burst of spiritual light, accompanied by a fierce wind, shook outwards in all directions. A huge light suddenly erupted in the still dim sky, tearing apart the faint light.

By this time, the elders of the Misty Immortal Sect had already been alerted and came here to watch the battle from a distance. It was a battle between a powerful cultivator and a demon lord who were evenly matched, and they could not intervene.

The Nascent Soul Elder was about half a mile away, while the Core Formation Elder was even further away. Watching this kind of fight was bad for their eyes.

Leng Huan, isolated by the restriction, slept soundly in his sea of ​​consciousness, feeling as if he were eating a delicious, sweet and sour treat called milk and strawberries in his dreams.

She wanted to make the glacier grow strawberries, and she used her Xuan power like it was free. In the blink of an eye, a white rabbit harvested a full harvest of autumn food. The rabbit was so excited that its ears perked up, its expression was ecstatic, and its nerves were on cloud nine.

Suddenly, a burst of spiritual light emanated from her body, and her aura fluctuated. In her dream, she broke through to the mid-stage of the Integration Realm, while she was still wandering in the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

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