"She is not only the Demon Lord, but also my only disciple." Accompanied by the sound of the guqin, there was a calm and cold sound. Yu Chen gently stroked the strings of the guqin with his fingertips, and his snow-white sleeves fell down, covering the bright red ropes on his wrists. His eyebrows and eyes were clear, and his eyes were slightly lowered, and his pupils were in a wave.

Head: "..."

"Yes, yes, I know she is your apprentice. But Immortal Lord, do you know what Mo Bai did after he left?" The head of the sect had a headache: "She directly wiped out the demon world with extremely cold-blooded and arbitrary methods. Anyone who resisted and disobeyed was cruelly suppressed and left no living."

"Do you say that this kind of practice is something that a normal person can do?" I can only say that the demonic nature in my bones is too strong.

Yu Chen lowered his eyes and looked quietly at the guqin in front of him, his fingertips twitched, and his side face was cold and desireless.

"And now everyone outside is saying that this Demon Lord Killing God came from Xuanqing Sect or your only disciple. It's also true." The head of the sect said in his throat, "But now they actually say that the Demon Lord Killing Sword was Xue Ji?!"

"This seems to be joking with me!" The head of the sect didn't believe it, "How could this be Xue Ji? Xue Ji is your close-fitting sword!"

After saying that, the head of the sect looked at Yu Chen eagerly and wanted to get a positive confirmation.

Because the Immortal Lord's attitude towards Mo Bai really made him a little panicked.

Then, after listening to the head's words, Yu Chen gently raised his deep black eyes, his eyebrows as before, and he was tall, and he should be a god who was always above the Nine Heavens. His thin lips lightly opened, and his tone was indifferent: "Xueji was given to her by me."

"I'll just say it--" The head of the sect subconsciously responded, and then suddenly realized what Yu Chen was saying. He was completely confused and confused: "What?!!"

"Immortal Lord——" The head trembled, unable to believe his ears. He wanted to ask again, but he didn't dare to ask due to the pressure.

The head knows,

The Immortal Lord never says words for no reason.

He didn't see Xue Ji either.

so……

The sword in the hand of the Demon Lord.

It’s really the magical sword Xueji!

The head of the sect was in the wind for a long time and had a lot to say, but there was one thing he couldn't say, and in the end he didn't know what to say.

No one can control the affairs of the Immortal Lord, only he decides.

When the head of the sect finally left Duanyuan, he was still a little confused.

After Ranbai left,

Yu Chen was the only one left at Duanyuan Peak.

From early morning to dusk, there is only one person.

Even the only trace of fireworks disappeared, and he fell into the empty and lonely world of the past, quiet and there was almost no sound, as if no one had ever lived in it.

The immortal king knelt in front of the guqin alone, silent for a long time, his side face was cold and white in the light and shadow, almost transparent, and could shine, but it seemed out of reach for no reason.

Yu Chen stared at the guqin in front of him, and seemed to be watching someone through the guqin.

He didn't know the rumors from the outside world.

He has been paying attention since the day that man went down the mountain.

The Demon Lord returns, the Demon Realm of Blood.

He knows it one by one.

Xueji was the only thing Yu Chen could feel at ease in her hands.

The immortal king's long eyelashes half covered the eyes of the breeze and bright moon, and his fingertips gently placed on his wrist, looking at the red rope with a clear and beautiful color, which was simple and unique.

It seemed that with the residual temperature of the Demon Lord, his heartbeat was accidentally missed when the bustling lights were dim at night.

The sound of the piano ends.

There was no silence in Duanyuan Peak.

One day later,

Wushan Town.

It is the place where the human world is closest to the realm of the Demon Realm.

A tavern.

The fairy king in white sat upright in front of the table, always cold and elegant. He held the Soul Sang with one hand, never letting go of his hand, but holding it in his hand, his side face melted into the halo.

Opposite him are two disciples of Xuanqing Sect.

Recently, there has been a rebellion in Wushan Town, and the incidents of the demons have caused panic among the people.

Xuanqing Sect has always been to eliminate demons and defend the way. This time, he came to Wushan Town to catch monsters.

"Is the Immortal Lord drinking?" Mu Ci sat opposite him, silent for a second or two, and asked with his fingertips on the table.

After taking over the task, the old man in his family told him that someone would come to take him and Jing Mo.

Mu Ci didn't expect it to be the Immortal Lord.

After all, it is quite surprising that Immortal Lord never did such a thing before.

The familiar question is a completely different person.

The day when the disciple was just accepted, the girl at the foot of the mountain smiled and her eyebrows suddenly passed, and she asked him if she could drink.

Later, by chance, they drank a glass of wine at the wedding in the tomb.

It was obviously something that happened not long ago, but it always had a illusion that things were right and wrong.

"No drink." Yu Chen's fingertips slightly rubbed the Soul Sorrow pattern, opened his thin lips lightly, and the sound quality was clear and calm: "You can do it yourself."

The girl in white sat beside Mu Ci, and the silver sword was placed beside her, with her eyes clear and natural sense of alienation. She lowered her eyes, her eyes were light, and quietly landed on the sharp sword in the hand of the immortal king, faintly glowing blood in the sunlight.

It is a familiar pattern and ominous sign.

Soul sorrow.

The original sword of the Demon Lord.

Jing Mo knew that the outside world has been rumoring that the Demon Lord held Xue Ji to kill people recently.

Now it seems that

The two exchanged swords.

Rumors from the outside world are true.

She withdrew her gaze indifferently.

The only disciples who went down the mountain this time were she and Mu Ci. Because they were the immortal king, the immortal did not arrange for anyone else.

As soon as they arrived in Wushan Town, they could hear the voices of people talking about recent events, and the panic and exaggeration that was difficult to hide in their words.

Yu Chen sat solemnly by the window, looking sideways at the strange street outside the window, with traffic.

Under the light and shadow, his pupils also seemed to be stained with a light layer of gold, revealing a clear indifference.

Yu Chen never had food, and was used to it alone, but later Ranbai came to Duanyuan Peak. The silence in the past added a little bit of fireworks and often fed him some strange things. She bought a lot of food from the foot of the mountain, most of which were sweet, but she couldn't eat it herself, so she always gave it to him half-forcedly. Over time, Yu Chen got used to it.

But now this habit seems to be forced to be stripped away again, back to the beginning.

It turned out that when he returned to a person, Yu Chen truly realized how many principles that person had broken and changed how many unchanging things that had originally been.

Yu Chen looked out the window a few times, and he went upstairs with his soul sacred first, with his back alone and indifferent.

Wushan Town has been causing trouble recently, and people are living in trouble.

It's night,

Mu Ci and Jing Mo were together and Yu Chen caught monsters separately.

It was quiet at night, as if I had noticed the aura of the practitioners, and no monster was too rampant.

Jing Mo walked forward and suddenly paused.

"What's wrong?" Mu Ci turned his eyes and looked at the girl.
Chapter completed!