Mozun and his Master Shizun

Although she promised clearly and knew that Liu Jingyun could arrange all the follow-up matters clearly, it was not until three days later that Yan Xiao was woken up by a group of demon maids in her sleep, and let them fiddle with them like puppets to put on a whole set. When the groom was dressed, he realized——

He doesn't understand anything.

Wearing the groom's attire that is not much different from the human world, and holding the hijab-covered bride with the red silk in his hand, Yan Xiao just felt that everything was not real.

like a dream.

He wanted to go over and talk to Liu Jingyun, but he didn't know what to say.

The Congtian Palace behind the long white marble steps in front of you is gorgeous and weird in the eternally dark sky of the Demon Realm.

"Are you really ready?" Yan Xiao didn't know whether he was asking Liu Jingyun or himself, "Although it is fake, my sacrifice is not small."

Liu Jingyun didn't answer.

Yan Xiao took a deep breath and walked forward.

A hundred steps seems very long, but very short.Yan Xiao didn't know how he walked in front of the Demon King amidst doubts, amused or vicious eyes.

He felt more and more unreal.

I am... getting married?

Yan Xiao raised his head and took a look. The triple heavenly demon king on the main seat was indeed very old, with an abnormal sickness on his face, and he would go back to the west at any time.

He turned his head again and looked at the demon guests in the room, watching them pointing at him like monkeys.

Then, he turned to look at the hijab-covered bride next to him.

The whole body of the bride is dazzling red, and the jewels are shining. In the dark palace, she seems to have absorbed all the light and shines exceptionally.

Like when Ning Yang met her at the steps outside the palace just now, she lowered her head slightly and said nothing.

Yan Xiao finally looked down at himself.

He just felt that the big red flower on his chest was too dazzling.

This is wrong...it's bound to be a farce...

Yan Xiao suddenly felt that he could no longer act.

He wanted to tell Liu Jingyun beside him, no, I can't cooperate with you, even if he knew it was just acting and couldn't take it seriously, he couldn't handle it.

This ridiculous farce should never have existed in the first place.

Yan Xiao reached out and took Liu Jingyun's hand next to her.

Her hands were equally cold, even colder than his, which made Yan Xiao feel that he still had some warmth.

"I can't do this..." he said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I can't..."

She didn't respond, but the ritual officer beside the Demon King had already shouted loudly:

"Worship the heavens and the earth-"

Yan Xiao hesitated, and Liu Jingyun beside him didn't move either.

Perhaps it was because they delayed for too long, the two maids supporting Liu Jingyun looked a little anxious, and whispered in their ears: "Please hurry up, both of you."

The ceremonial officer read it aloud again:

"Worship the heavens and the earth-"

Liu Jingyun moved slightly, and Yan Xiao saw her hands clenched into fists hidden by her sleeves, and finally knelt down straight.

Yan Xiao was gently pushed by two maids, and knelt beside Liu Jingyun in a daze.

When he bowed down, he suddenly thought of Xu Shumo.

He had never seen Shizun wearing clothes other than white, and he had never thought about his daily life with Shizun other than daily martial arts training.

But in this strange occasion, where the flowers are full of flowers on the outside, but there are calculations on the inside, Yan Xiao suddenly thought:

If he and his master get married, they must also pay homage to him.

Will Xu Shumo also change into a red dress?

Where will they choose?Arctic Palace?Or Kaiyang Peak?Demon Realm Tongtian Tower?Or simply a small, remote place with few people in the way?

Yan Xiao didn't know.

He was helped up by the maid beside him, and then he heard the ceremony officer shout loudly:

"Second worship high hall-"

Yan Xiao bowed down in a daze, but she was thinking in her heart:

Where should Master be now?

I detoxified him before he set off, so if you count the time, he should be healed by now.

If Master knows that I am married to someone else here...

Yan Xiao shivered coldly, but his originally chaotic mind suddenly became extremely clear.

This can't be done...it's not right!

Regardless of whether it's acting or not, I can only pay homage to Master alone.

Yan Xiao stood up.

The ritual officer has already shouted loudly: "Husband and wife pay respects—"

Yan Xiao took Liu Jingyun's hand and said to her in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I can't pay homage to you."

Liu Jingyun's body shook violently, but she didn't speak.

Yan Xiao thought that she had already agreed, and was about to say more, but her right wrist was suddenly held tightly by her. The next second, he was actually pulled by her to kneel down on the ground——

With a "bang", my knee hurts sharply.

"You—" Yan Xiao looked over in a daze, "You are—"

Liu Jingyun stretched her head, and gently touched his forehead through the red silk.Before Yan Xiao could react, the etiquette officer above had already shouted loudly:

"Licheng-"

Yan Xiao wanted to curse. Amidst the scattered cheers, when he was helped up by the maid, he still gritted his teeth full of anger and said, "What are you doing?"

Liu Jingyun didn't speak.

Yan Xiao resisted the urge to fight with her, turned sideways and whispered in her ear: "Okay, let's start now."

Liu Jingyun still didn't respond, the maids behind her were already sending them to the bridal chamber in the apse, but Liu Jingyun didn't intend to do anything at all.

"I knew you couldn't believe it," Yan Xiao sneered, her temples were hurting with anger, "But this play is almost the same as yours so far. If you don't do it, I'll do it."

Liu Jingyun seemed to be making a low voice under the hijab, but Yan Xiao didn't hear it.

The bridegroom in red exudes a majestic demonic energy, and the astonishing spiritual pressure instantly fills the entire Congtian Palace. The center of the originally noisy hall seemed to be suddenly blown up by a storm, and all the guests couldn't bear the terrible The coercion caused constant pain.

"you……"

The triple heavenly demon king sitting on the main seat blushed, and the hands holding the seat showed blue veins.However, in the already crumbling Cong Tiangong, he can even be regarded as standing out from the crowd.

Wrapped and intertwined with pitch-black magic power, the center of the storm held in Yan Xiao's hand condensed into a giant sword.

In the entanglement of majestic demonic energy, the orange-red color from the pitch-black sword body can be faintly seen.

It is an artifact that can scare people from both worlds. It has swept across the world and no one dared to beat it, and it has made countless cultivators hate it to the bone, but they are in awe of it——

Yi Shui Elegy!

Yan Xiao dragged the sword with one hand, and the edge of the sword scratched the white jade floor tiles, splashing countless sparks of light along the way.

He lifted his steps and walked slowly to the throne in the middle.

Then, he thrust Yi Shui's Elegy into the ground!

In the surge of magic power, the white jade brick cracked from the main seat to the gate of the palace.

The triple heaven demon king who was still gritting his teeth to hold on finally knelt down in front of Yan Xiao.

"I have seen... my lord."

Yan Xiao sneered coldly, before he could speak, the princes and nobles from the third heaven in the Heavenly Palace also fell on the ground tremblingly, saying in unison:

"I have seen your honor."

Yan Xiao glanced at the old devil king who was bowing his head in front of him, not daring to show his air, and leaned over to help him back to the throne with a slight smile. There are many important events, but I am also a little curious and want to join in the fun."

"Don't dare..." It seems that Mu Juanshu has suffered a lot before, and now the old devil king is so afraid of Shang Yanxiao, a master who pretends to be a tiger, "It's the subordinates who make their own decisions."

"It's good that you know." Yan Xiao didn't save him any face at all, "You know, because of your 'self-assertion', you disrupted so many plans of this seat. Now the cultivation world already knows that we plan to leave the customs early The matter, the surprise attack of this seat must be re-arranged, just for this, throwing you into the abyss of bones now is more than a crime!"

"Subordinate..." The old devil king didn't know how to defend himself, his body was shaking like chaff, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

"It's because you have worked hard for so many years without credit," Yan Xiao said with a sneer, "Give me the antidote first, and then abdicate for the virtuous, and I will leave you a good death."

"Yes..." The old devil hurriedly took out an amethyst bottle from his arms and handed it to Yan Xiao, "Put the elixir in the water to dissolve, just take it."

"Understood." Yan Xiao played with the exquisitely carved small medicine bottle with one hand, looked at the old devil with a half-smile and said: "I will go to the human world to do some things in the future, and you don't have to worry about all the affairs of the third heaven." Nevermind."

The old devil raised his head slightly, looked at Yan Xiao twice, and then asked tentatively, "I don't know who His Majesty prefers?"

Yan Xiao chuckled and turned around.

Among the three heavenly princes and nobles who knelt on the ground and did not dare to show their atmosphere, Liu Jingyun, who was still covered with a hijab, stood up straight all the time, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

Yan Xiao walked slowly towards Liu Jingyun, the small medicine bottle was thrown in his hand.

"Although you cheated me this time, there is no way, I still have to cooperate with you."

"But it's a good thing I haven't shown you all the hole cards... Otherwise, how would it end like this today?"

"You haven't realized it yet, have you?" Yan Xiao saw that she was still extremely calm, "I'm Mu Juanshu."

He stretched out his hand to lift Liu Jingyun's hijab, but the moment he just touched the edge of the tassel, a sword light flashed in front of him like frost and snow.

Yan Xiao felt a bit cool and comfortable at first, and then the icy breath spread from his left chest all the way, as if it wanted to follow his blood vessels and freeze his whole body into ice.

He heard the sound of gasping from around him, Yan Xiao lowered his head slightly, and saw the sword piercing his chest straight into his left chest at a glance——

Still as cold and fierce as frost and snow, the sword that accompanied him for countless days and nights——

take pictures.

Yan Xiao spurted out a big mouthful of blood, and with a slight tug of his right hand, the hijab of the person in front of him slid off.

She still has clear eyebrows and noble temperament, and the cold image on her body is like frost and snow that never melts all year round.

His master, Xu Shumo.

"Master..." Yan Xiao didn't know what expression to put on, everything around here was too ridiculous, like a very unreal puppet show.

So he just smiled wryly and said, "You're here."

Xu Shumo frowned, but looked at him indifferently and loftily as usual.

他 说:

"Yan Xiao... No, Mu Juanshu."

"Mu Juan's book." He read it again, as if to confirm something.

Before Yan Xiao could answer, Xu Shumo flicked his sleeves and pulled out "Zhaoying" suddenly!

The blood gushing from the wound drenched the two of them, and it was indescribably dazzling and beautiful on the newlyweds' auspicious clothes.

A drop of blood fell on Xu Shumo's eyebrows, like a bit of cinnabar, adding some moving colors to the noble fairy.

Yan Xiao heard the sound of the magic core cracking in his chest, and he reached out to press the cinnabar between Xu Shumo's eyebrows.

As soon as his hand reached Xu Shumo's cheek, Xu Shumo made another sword——

"Zhaoying" wiped Yan Xiao's neck, leaving a bloodstain.

Yan Xiao smiled.

There is endless self-mockery and sadness in his smile.

"Does Master hate me so much?"

Xu Shumo just stared at him, Zhaoying's sword, the blood fell drop by drop on the ground, soaked in the white jade brick, shocking.

"You..." Xu Shumo finally spoke.

Yan Xiao felt that perhaps it was his own illusion that Master's voice sounded a little hoarse.

"You..." Xu Shumo frowned and looked at him, his sleeves moved slightly, but he still turned his back to Yan Xiao after all.

"Do it yourself."

Yan Xiao's mind was dizzy for a while, and his eyes gradually became blurred. He saw the figure he was familiar with walking towards the outside of the palace door step by step, like a flaming sunset glow, which was about to disappear In the endless night sky.

"Master—"

Yan Xiao suddenly knelt on the ground, as if he had lost all the wolf cubs, and let out a heart-piercing roar in Xu Shumo's direction:

"Listen to my explanation, Master." The white jade brick in front of Yan Xiao has been dyed a dazzling red with blood, "Wait for me, listen to my explanation—"

"I've never been sorry to you!" Yan Xiao shouted loudly, he wanted to step forward to hold Xu Shumo, but he was seriously injured and even injured the magic core, which made him extremely weak at this time, and he could only support Yi Shui's sad song with one hand Move forward little by little, "Master—"

Xu Shumo's footsteps paused, Yan Xiao quickly took a few steps forward, and when he was about to reach the corner of Xu Shumo's clothes——

Xu Shumo's figure disappeared.

Yan Xiao stretched out his hand as far as he could, and he lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground suddenly.

He didn't feel pain, he just felt very strange, couldn't figure it out, but was very sad.

"Why...don't listen to my explanation." Yan Xiao muttered to himself lying on the cold floor tiles, "Why...don't you believe me?"

He repeated this several times, then suddenly raised his head and shouted in the direction outside the palace:

"Why, why are you just refusing to listen to my explanation!"

There is a saying in the world that when the emperor was angry, blood flowed and his corpse lay for thousands of miles.

The demon in front of him has lost control.

In the huge surge of magic power, the clothes on Yan Xiao's body were flying violently with the strong wind. With him as the center, a huge circle of magic power crazily spread outward like a strong wind.Amidst the screams and begging for mercy one after another, the bricks and tiles of the palace that had been built for thousands of years fell down one after another, and then were twisted into powder by magic power and scattered in the air.

Yan Xiao supported the sword and stood up slowly.

Feeling the call of the Demon Lord, a black shadow flashed in the sky, and Mo Jiu appeared beside him.

"Your Majesty..." Seeing the astonishing scene in front of him, he didn't ask any more questions with a wink, but said, "What is your majesty's order?"

Yan Xiao's gaze was empty and indifferent, "I'll go back to Tongtian Tower right now, and you will take care of the rest."

Mo Jiu glanced at the miserable situation behind him, and he, who was always ruthless, showed a bit of unbearable expression. After hesitating for a moment, he said:

"Subordinates obey!"