After Being Betrayed, The Immortal Master Ran Away With The Demon Venerable

Fu Zhuo suddenly sneered, looked at the child in his arms, and said slowly: "So you are not afraid of death, but you are afraid of this child's death."

That being the case, killing a baby is much easier than killing Zhanying.

Zhan Ying understood the meaning in his eyes, frowned, and drew out the long sword at his waist to face Fu Zhuo.

"Konghua! Why are you still here, Second Elder, he..." A woman's exclamation came from not far away.

Before the words fell, it was replaced by a hoarse voice of a year old: "Where are you going to take that evil?"

Immediately, Zhan Ying didn't care about entanglement with Fu Zhuo anymore, his hand holding the long sword slightly tightened, and hid the child behind his back.

It was the Second Elder who came. This Second Elder Yi Ning had seen him when he was young. He was the Elder Holding a Staff who was in charge of the sect. He was cruel and merciless, especially hating Moxiu.

If this child falls into his hands...

The second elder stretched out his hand, looked at Zhanying coldly and said, "Give me that evil seed."

Zhan Ying didn't hesitate for a moment, knelt on the ground and said: "I beg the elder to be merciful, even if Fu Yan's murder is punishable, the child is always innocent."

"Is he innocent? When he grows up in the future, the person killed by him will not be innocent? There is a difference between human beings and devils, you shouldn't understand, Konghua." The second elder narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice suddenly raised: "Come on, tell me Zhan Ying caught him and brought him back to the head of the sect."

Seeing that they were about to surround them, Zhan Ying immediately put his sword in front of him, and his voice sank: "Shu Konghua is too desperate."

Even if he died, he would not hand over the child.

"Killed?"

Yi Ning was watching intently, when suddenly a cool arm wrapped around his shoulder and pulled him into his arms.

Turning around, he was facing Yan Xuan's smiling eyes.

Yi Ning just wanted to ask Yan Xuan what he was doing, but the other party already understood what he meant, and explained: "The deployment of the formation needs someone to control it, so I asked someone to help."

Just like when Xiaobai was sitting in the formation at that time, Yan Xuan had to find someone to help him sit in the formation before he could enter this illusion.

But to be precise, this is not an illusion, but a killing formation.

No matter what choice Fu Yao makes, it will only lead to the same result in the end.

Doesn't he like to play tricks on people's hearts?Yan Xuan played this last game with him to let him know that it is not the Rat Clan who are good at formations.

This killing formation was laid out by Yan Xuan early on for Fu Zhuo, waiting in Langye City for Fu Zhuo to throw himself into the trap.

I didn't expect this idiot, apart from Qin Yin's matter, to be pinched by Yan Xuan at every step.

It's hard not to die.

"Who did you find to help you maintain the formation?" Yi Ning couldn't help being curious.

Thinking of this, Yan Xuan laughed and said: "It's your old man, but he entangled me so tightly that he insisted on explaining why I bullied Shangxian. I'll ask him to help me by the way."

At this moment, he must still be cursing outside the formation.

After a pause, he bullied himself over and said softly, "Did I bully you?"

Inevitably, Yi Ning recalled what Yan Xuan did to him that day, and said a little angrily: "You know it yourself."

"I don't know, Shangxian will help me recall the memories?" Yan Xuan rubbed his neck affectionately, and said aggrievedly: "I just waited for you for a long time and didn't come out, I was so anxious to death."

The tips of Yi Ning's ears were slightly hot from his breath, he stretched out his hand to push his face away, and whispered, "Pay attention to the occasion."

Perhaps it was because the tone was a bit harsher, Yan Xuan's expression was a bit sad, Yi Ning couldn't bear to be looked at by him, and after a while, he added softly: "Let's go back and talk about it."

Yan Xuan's eyes brightened visibly, and he replied slowly: "Okay."

"Why did you use the illusion to kill him?" Yan Xuan obviously had so many ways to torture Fu Zhuo, but he chose the simplest one.

Yan Xuan's eyes fell on the figure of Fu Zhuo among the few people fighting in the distance.

He sneered and said: "Fu Zhuo is not afraid of death, if he is afraid of death, he will not provoke me."

He turned his head to look at Yi Ning, leaning on his chin and chuckling: "So, I want to make him not want to die, unwilling to die, reluctant to die, and then...kill him with a sword."

Yi Ning blinked, and suddenly realized that this little lunatic really had a strong desire for revenge.

However, he likes it.

The two looked at each other, and they both understood what the other meant, and Yan Xuan smiled wickedly: "Is Shangxian more and more like me, what is this called-husband singing wife follow?"

"Get out." Yi Ning ruthlessly patted Yan Xuan's head away.

He did go bad a little bit.But there is no one in the world who is not bad. As long as you are bad to bad people, there is nothing wrong with it.

Not far away, Zhan Ying was no longer able to fight against the siege of several people from the other side, and gradually lost the battle.

And during the whole process, Fu Zhuo watched coldly from the sidelines, not even feeling moved for a moment.

He just watched helplessly until Zhan Ying exhausted all his strength and fell to the ground, protecting the child carefully, the expression on Fu Zhuo's face finally relaxed for a moment.

However, calm soon returned.

What Yi Ning said is correct, he is indeed a paranoid lunatic, in Fu Zhuo's eyes, no one in this world owes him.

So Zhanying like this deserves it.

Who told him to want to send himself away, who told him to give birth to him, who told him to live in this world.

There was no suspense, Zhan Ying was taken back to the head of the Mingguang Sect, and the child who could only babble was put in prison.

But before being taken away, Zhan Ying bit his fingertips and drew a curse on the child's forehead.

That is what he has learned all his life, a curse that protects the child's life.

"He is willing to break the curse?" Fu Zhuo heard two people talking near the door in charge.

"No, I don't know what I'm insisting on. What's there to protect a bastard? This time, the Second Elder and the others are afraid that they will have to kill the child."

"Why?"

"Why else, I'm afraid of being punished."

After he finished saying this, Fu Zhuo sneered, cold hatred welled up all over his body, he knew this beast would do this.

But he didn't care, he would kill Zhanying no matter whether he was outside the illusion or within the illusion.

"If Kong Hua doesn't undo the curse again, the Second Elder and the others will use the Soul Draw Formation."

"What is the soul-drawing array?"

"Take out his love soul and turn him into a person without feelings. Then he won't feel sorry for the child. It would be nice if he didn't strangle him to death with his own hands."

Fu Zhuo's footsteps stopped suddenly, regardless of his own identity, he rushed forward, grabbed the man by the collar and said, "What did you just say?"

The man was frightened by his aura, he didn't notice that Fu Zhuo had no magic power, and said weakly: "It's not bad if you don't strangle him to death with your own hands?"

"Last sentence." Fu Zhuo's gloomy and frightening face, like a ghost crawling out of hell, dragged the man up.

"Take his soul out and make him...become a person without emotion." He finished trembling.

Fu Zhuo threw him down violently and rushed into the door in charge.

It turned out that at this time, he did not send Fu Zhuo away, nor did he think about abandoning him.

It turned out that at this time, a wisp of his soul was drawn out of him.

It's not that he hasn't used the soul-drawing technique on others before, it's tens of thousands of times more painful than the pain of flesh and blood.

"Zhanying, don't die yet." Fu Zhuo never thought that a road could be so long, and he wanted to ask Zhanying for an explanation.

Was it Zhan Ying's original intention to send him to Nankeze, and then to Demon Realm?

"Send him away."

Fu Zhuofu rushed in without thinking, and actually bumped into the dungeon by mistake, but as soon as he entered, he heard Zhan Ying's voice from the dungeon.

Zhan Ying said it himself, send him away.

Fu Zhuo was stunned on the spot, his eyes were bloodshot, he suddenly pulled out the sword of the person in front of him, and stabbed Zhan Ying who was bound hands and feet.

Everyone present was stunned.

His eyes were stained red by the splashing hot blood, Fu Zhuo looked at him with a smirk, and said, "Go to hell, you will only make me suffer for the rest of your life, let me tell you, I am that child, I am your good show Qing, I look like this now, how about it?"

There was a hint of confusion in Zhanying's eyes, but after a while, he stretched out his hand and gently touched Fu Zhuo's eyes.

Wipe the blood from his eyes.

"You're not him." Zhan Ying closed his eyes and let the blood flow from his abdomen.

Fu Zhuo roared again and again.

"I am him, he is me, you send me away, I will end up like this. As you wish, I am now called Fu Zhuo!" He stirred Zhanying's abdomen with his sword as if venting.

But suddenly heard a trembling voice behind him: "That child is mine."

A man's hands and feet were limp, he sat on the ground slumped, looked at everything in front of him dejectedly, and said in pain: "Brother Konghua was not bewitched by the witch at all that day, it was me... I didn't control myself."

"What did you say?" Fu Zhuo's hand trembled for a moment, and then suddenly let go.

The scene just now was too bloody, Yan Xuan covered Yi Ning's eyes, even the two of them were stunned at this moment.

No wonder, no wonder Fu Zhuo didn't have the slightest temperament of Zhan Ying.No wonder Zhan Ying didn't recognize Fu Zhuo as his child.

But why does the head of the sect want to raise Fu Zhuo, and still do his best to him, and even be implicated in his reputation?

The man hugged Erzhang Lao's legs as if he had never heard of it, and said: "Elder, I beg you, save senior brother! Senior brother is innocent, I can't let him die because of me!"

"No...it's me, it's my fault." Zhan Ying spat out blood with a hoarse voice.

The only blame is that he fell in love with the wrong person, and shouldn't have fallen in love with that emotionless demon woman.

Knowing that the other party is an open spider web, he lays many traps for him to jump, but he is willing to fall into the web.

"Haha, hahaha..." Fu Zhuo suddenly laughed, "Being humiliated for more than ten years, in the end, there is nothing left."

He smiled and laughed, and suddenly tears fell, and the ball of blood flowed to his cheeks.

Fu Zhuo didn't look back at the man, but stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to cover the blood from Zhan Ying's wound.

"Zhanying, don't die, don't die, I have a way to save you." Fu Zhuo seemed to be insane, he bit his finger and drew spells on Zhan Ying's body indiscriminately, muttering: "I know a lot of spells, Flesh and bones of the living dead, as long as you have a living soul, I can save you..."

Chill-

Yi Ning closed his eyes, and pulled out the sword from Fu Zhuo's heart.

"Yi Ning..." Fu Zhuo turned his head, his expression suddenly stunned.

"This sword is to avenge your curse and poison." Yi Ning's voice was so soft that it was almost hard to hear.

Fu Zhuo opened his eyes wide, held his sword edge and said, "Don't kill me, Yi Ning, don't kill me." Wait for him, wait for him to save Zhan Ying...

Immediately afterwards, another sword pierced his chest.

"This sword is to avenge you for killing the head." Yi Ning's face was calm, filled with hatred: "He was already dead, and was killed by your own hands, Fu Zhuo, as I said earlier, in In your eyes, no one in this world owes you, and no one should not be hated by you. When you killed him, did you ever think that he just wanted to persuade you to return to the right path, and from the very beginning, he treated you as his own child. And you, what have you done?"

Fu Zhuo coughed up blood, and slowly knelt down on the ground.

He murmured: "By the way, he is dead, I killed him."

"That's because he deserves to be killed, damned, he owes me."

"He owes me... what?"

The long sword fell back into the scabbard, and Yi Ning took a deep breath.

Under the Nine Springs, the head of the sect must be able to rest in peace.

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