Sang Luo is not a saint.
Naturally, Chu Yanshu would not be required to follow the standards of a saint.
The so-called deviating swordsmanship is just that he was forced to do so.
Now that it has reached this point, the person who deserves to die most is the person who set up the situation, Mimi Ming.
Chu Yanshu hugged Sang Luo into his arms again, bowed his head slightly and buried his head in the crook of her neck. Sang Luo comforted him for a while and whispered,
"Should we go find you in this world of mortals?"
Chu Yanshu raised his head, his eyes still a little red, and then nodded,
"Um."
It's time to go look for it.
But there's no rush.
In his previous life, he was affected by demonic energy and martial arts, and had been confused. However, there was always a voice in his ears asking him to sacrifice and refine the entire Cangwu Realm and send everyone to hell, but he was subconsciously unwilling to do so. In the end I couldn't hold on any longer and simply blew myself up.
Now in this life, I know that I am being used as a pawn by the ignorant, and I will probably kill the entire demon clan in a rage.
Creating the death of the demon clan can be regarded as a different kind of benefiting the human race.
After all, those monsters are too bloodthirsty and greedy. If they are not destroyed, the human race will not be stable.
Sang Luo naturally thought of this, but compared to 'Chu Yanshu' going on a killing spree among the demons, she was more worried about the surge of demonic energy in his body. She had just made the person's mental state more normal, and now If you don't care about him, who knows what he will do?
It was at this time that a powerful burst of demonic breath suddenly erupted from the sky not far away.
Sang Luo and Chu Yanshu turned their heads and looked in that direction, and their expressions suddenly changed.
"That is……"
Near Fusheng Tower!
"..."
In front of the Fusheng Tower, Ji Qingfeng originally wanted to strengthen the seal, but unexpectedly, the Demon Lord dressed in black, with scarlet eyes, walked towards this side with a sword, and with a wave of his hand, he hit the Fusheng Tower with his sword.
Ji Qingfeng was shocked and turned pale. He immediately summoned the Shaoyang Sword, held the sword in one hand and made a seal with the other and headed towards him.
But...he soon fell behind.
This possessed demon is too strong and he is no match for him.
But if the seal of the Floating Life Tower is broken, the human race will be in danger!
So he stood up again and again and stood tightly in front of the Fusheng Tower.
When Sang Luo arrived, Ji Qingfeng was almost beaten to death, and the floating tower behind him was also crumbling.
Without having time to think about it, she raised her sword and faced 'Chu Yanshu', and was knocked away with one move——
The difference between the cultivation level at the peak of Divine Transformation and the early stage of Nascent Soul is too big. She was able to fight with him before just because he was merciful. Now that he has lost his mind, how can she be his opponent?
Chu Yanshu held the Shura Sword in his hand, helped Sang Luo up, and placed a bottle of Lingyuan Pill in her palm.
"You hold the seal of Fusheng Tower, and I will deal with him."
Sang Luo looked at Chu Yanshu,
"Can you?"
Chu Yanshu nodded and looked at the young man in black dancing wildly not far away.
"I have experienced everything he has experienced, and I know every move he makes. Holding him down is not a problem."
After saying that, he flew forward with his sword in hand.
At the same time, while flipping his wrist, a large number of small paper figures flew out of the Qiankun bag.
This is...puppetry!
Sang Luo didn't have time to waste time, so he quickly took two Lingyuan Pills, then helped Ji Qingfeng up and gave him the medicine bottle.
"Take it quickly to heal your wounds."
After saying this, she formed a seal in her hand and began to strengthen the seal of the Fusheng Tower.
The floating tower cannot be broken!
Second update~
(End of chapter)
