Chapter 71 run out of oil

Ye Tingjiang shook Mu Chuihan: “You can see it.”

Mu Chuihan opened his eyes and found that Shu Zhu’s tragic appearance had disappeared, so he let go of Ye Tingjiang: “The children of today are too rebellious, they are ruthless towards others and even more ruthless towards themselves.”

The blood flowed to their feet, and the blade stretched along the two figures, occupying the space where they stood.

Ye Tingjiang called out the saber and sat on the spirit sword with Mu Chuihan in his arms.

The blood flow has filled the floor of the secret room, and it keeps rising, forming a blood pool. The tip of the knife on the ground has been melted, and it can be seen that this blood pool is absolutely untouchable. And the blades in all directions are approaching them, it is inevitable.

Ye Tingjiang could almost think of Mu Chuihan’s way of dealing with it, and asked, “Can you cut it?”

Mu Chuihan laughed and sighed: “Xianjun, you have learned badly.”

He flipped his palm, and Suixing condensed the sword body. With a wave of Mu Chuihan’s hand, he cut off all the blades of a wall.

As soon as the blade broke, no new blade appeared, and they were temporarily able to breathe against the wall of safety.

Ye Tingjiang asked Mu Chuihan’s opinion: “Is Shuzhu credible?”

Shuzhu disappeared into the secret room, one possibility is to lure them into this place and perish together; otherwise, they can only be left to die and then reborn.

At the beginning of the change, Ye Tingjiang subconsciously felt that it was the former. Shu Zhu was full of doubts, and even if Mu Chuihan reassured him, it would be difficult for him to give him all his trust. But now calm down and think about it, maybe hit the blade to find the way to the underground palace.

Both are possible. Most of the people in the demon world are treacherous and impermanent, and Ye Tingjiang felt that he couldn’t guess their thoughts, so he could only gamble between the two.

Mu Chuihan casually hit the wall with the stars, he didn’t use his spiritual power, and the wall was spared the fate of being violently demolished.

“Children,” Mu Chuihan retracted his sword and smiled, “You have to believe it to show respect.”

At least they both could smell a blood pool more dangerous than a blade.

“Okay.” Ye Tingjiang answered only one word, without any hesitation. He didn’t believe in Shuzhu, but he trusted Mu Chuihan unreservedly.

He embraced Mu Chuihan’s waist as he did when he was a master and apprentice before, leaning against the adjacent side wall as if offering sacrifices.

…

The sight of the chamber of secrets and the pool of blood disappeared.

In an instant, they appeared in another empty hall.

Ye Tingjiang breathed a sigh of relief, they bet right.

The blade just now was just an illusion, but the pain of being pierced by the tip of the blade seemed to still be there. Mu Chuihan covered his heart and pretended, “It hurts.”

He is now pretending to be pitiful, far less than Fuyan’s heart at that time. In the past, he really wanted to win Ye Tingjiang’s love, but now he just pretended to be on the bright side, but Mu Chuihan was happy in it, and he didn’t expect Ye Tingjiang to react.

Ye Tingjiang didn’t know why, as if he really believed what he said, although his expression didn’t change much, his eyes showed unbearable and distressed.

Seeing that he was serious, Mu Chuihan was a little surprised, but instead he put down his arms and said, “Oh, I’m fine.”

Ye Tingjiang hummed and smiled at Mu Chuhuihan.

Even Immortal Venerable Yuelin is afraid of pain. Ye Tingjiang inevitably thought of Yingxue Peak, and Mu Chuihan stood in front of him without hesitation. The pain at that time should be a million times as much as now…

Mu Chuihan didn’t know what Ye Tingjiang was thinking, so he had to drag him forward. Walking out of this hall, Shu Zhu was waiting on the road ahead. Seeing that they finally came out, the child said impatiently: “You guys are so slow! Let the deity wait.”

“I’m sorry, Young Master.” Mu Chuihan stepped forward and apologized, “You take us to the Demon Lord, and we’ll send you out.”

Hearing “Magic Venerable”, Shu Zhu’s expression changed again. He covered his temples, like a splitting headache, and finally said angrily: “You agreed to take me out directly, why do you want to find Demon Venerable again?”

Mu Chuihan tentatively said: “But he is your father, don’t you want him to go with him?”

Ye Tingjiang kept staring at Shu Zhu’s expression. Sure enough, seeing the signs of the child roaring, he first used the meditation technique.

Under the control of the spell, Shu Zhu finally did not have a seizure. Instead of answering Mu Chuihan’s question, he compromised: “Okay, you go to him, the deity is waiting here.”

He pointed in a direction.

Then, without looking back, he ran into the hall that he had just teleported over, threatening: “If you don’t come back to pick up the deity, I will cure your sins well in the future!”

Shu Zhu shrank behind the door, and didn’t move again, as if he didn’t care what happened on their side at all.

Mu Chuihan shook his head: “He doesn’t seem to dare to see his father at all.”

Ye Tingjiang thought for a while: “Mo Xiu is moody, maybe it’s the same with his parents and children.”

“Really?” Mu Chuihan pondered: “But looking at his clothes and attitude, the Demon Venerable shouldn’t have treated him badly.”

But it’s impossible to solve the puzzles just by thinking. Mu Chuihan followed the path pointed by Shu Zhu, and believed that when he saw a sane Demon Venerable, he would always be able to get a result.

In fact, there is no need for the candle to guide the way, because there is only one road to go to this underground palace. The construction of the Demon Temple on the ground is extremely complicated, and I don’t know if the construction funds have been used up.

Moreover, the huge underground palace does not even have a magic cultivator guard at this moment.

Mu Chuihan almost suspected that they had come to the wrong place. He used his spiritual power to sense every wall, but there was no trace of any mechanism.

“Could it be that the Demon Venerable and his confidants ran away after hearing the news?” Mu Chuihan asked in confusion. Is Gui Tu really that powerful?

At first, they didn’t expect to go to the underground palace to see the Demon Venerable. They always thought that the Demon Venerable would come out to fight, and they would be able to collide in the Demon Palace on the ground.

Who knew that they only bumped into a stupid child and brought them to this underground palace, which is not known to be the underground palace.

But now that they have reached this point, if they return to the ground, they will be in vain. Ye Tingjiang held Mu Chuihan’s hand calmly, and continued to walk down the road, and finally came to a stone gate.

Before the two could draw their swords, the stone gate slowly opened to both sides, making a dull noise. The inner hall is very large, but it is very empty, standing outside the door with an unobstructed view.

There are also no luxurious decorations. There is only a high throne facing the stone gate. A man in black robes sits with his hands on the armrests and closed his eyes.

Mu Chuihan whispered: “Xianjun, the devil looks very similar to you.”

Ye Tingjiang: “…”

Mu Chuihan babbled: “Look, I said that everyone in the demon world wears black. If we knew we should bring the outfit I prepared, otherwise it would be boring for you alone.”

He didn’t use voice transmission, he just lowered his voice to speak to Ye Tingjiang, and he didn’t mean to close the Demon Venerable. The Demon Venerable really heard his nonsense and slowly opened his eyelids.

Mu Chuihan thought he would see sharp or arrogant eyes, but when the Demon Venerable opened his eyes, he only saw… a blank look.

It didn’t look like the eyes of a world venerable person, but like an old man who was about to die, his life was dying, his eyes were heavy, and there was no trace of vitality.

“It doesn’t look good.” Mu Chuihan looked away and understood, “No wonder the child doesn’t like to see his father.”

Ye Tingjiang affirmed after seeing the appearance of the devil: “It’s the devil himself, there is no disguise spell.”

“But his state is very different from a hundred years ago…” Ye Tingjiang also felt a sense of death.

Mu Chuihan said that he was going to assassinate the Demon Venerable, but when he saw someone, he didn’t immediately make a killing move. Although solving the Demon Venerable would be able to cut off the immortality world’s inner response, it also left hidden dangers.

Since he can cooperate with Demon Venerable once, it is impossible to guarantee that he should not continue to collude with Demon Realm. Therefore, it is best to find out the clues of the internal response and clear them together.

Ye Tingjiang thought exactly the same as him, both of them tacitly did not take action, just waiting for the Demon Venerable to speak.

But he didn’t want the Demon Venerable to express any surprise at the absence of them, and he didn’t even bother to open his lips.

—What greeted them was the slash of a black knife.

Mu Chuihan and Ye Tingjiang jumped to both sides, and the black knife was heavily embedded in the ground, causing a burst of dust and smoke, and cracks spread around.

Demon Venerable quickly struck again. Since the other party didn’t plan to bow first and then soldiers, Mu Chuihan and Ye Tingjiang also unsheathed their spirit swords and fought with him.

But after a few moves, Mu Chuihan stopped.

As a Demon Lord, he must be the strongest in the Demon Domain. But Demon Venerable’s every move looks jerky and stagnant, and the weapon is still a heavy black knife, and every blow will go deep into the ground, which looks a bit brute force and cumbersome.

From a purely cultivation point of view, Mu Chuihan even felt that he was inferior to Gui Tu…

Could it be that Demon Venerable was really seriously injured?

Or, what they saw was not the real Demon Venerable?

Mu Chuihan had already stopped, but Demon Venerable was far from Ye Tingjiang’s opponent. His black knife slashed through every part of the inner hall, but it didn’t hit Ye Tingjiang.

Ye Tingjiang condensed his spiritual power, Xiaoyou’s sword light flourished, and Demon Venerable also sank and raised his sword to resist.

But he was already at the end of his force. The black sword was suppressed by the spirit sword, and it sagged more and more. Finally, the two weapons landed on the ground together.

“Xianjun! Stop!” Mu Chuihan suddenly shouted.

The stone on this ground is a precious magic ore, which is often used by magic cultivators to cast shields. The entire underground palace was made of this kind of indestructible ore. After thinking about the Demon Venerable’s movements, Mu Chuihan suddenly realized that he didn’t want to compete with the two of them at all.

From the beginning, the Demon Venerable went to destroy the underground palace with every knife.

But with his remaining cultivation base, it is simply not enough to destroy the entire underground palace. Therefore, this time, I am using Ye Tingjiang’s spiritual power!

Although Mu Chuihan shouted anxiously, it was already too late. Spiritual light and magic energy exploded on the ground together, and the entire underground palace shook violently.

Following the crack opened by Demon Venerable’s first knife, the inner hall was split in half in the tremor, and the crack was full of blood.

It’s not something unfamiliar, but the blood they just saw in the secret room!

The blood surged under the inner hall, and the crack gradually separated a distance of half a person’s width, but the blood seemed to be boundless and could always fill this gap.

Mu Chuihan suddenly knew what was underneath.

If the secret room can only be regarded as a blood pool, then under this underground palace, there is a vast sea of ​​blood.

The boundless sea of ​​blood connecting the world of immortality and the realm of demons.

Entering the devil world, the devil door is the door of life, the sea of ​​blood is the dead end… For thousands of years, no one has survived.

This is the lore of Demon Venerable after the oil has been exhausted.

To trap the two of them here, like the thousands of dead souls in the sea of ​​blood, they will never be able to leave the Demon Realm again.

Demon Venerable smiled at them, but even this smile only touched the corners of his mouth, there was an indescribable stiffness and paradox, as if he had lost all his strength, and even this time he tried his best.

Ye Tingjiang hugged Mu Chuihan tightly, and Xiaoyou pointed at Demon Venerable.

But the next moment, Demon Venerable jumped in and threw himself into the sea of ​​blood from the crack.

The author has something to say: Mu Chuihan: Damn, he actually went for the demolition!

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