"yes!"
"According to the order!"
Two responses sounded, one after the other, and Zi Dou and Gu Zheng accepted the order solemnly.
Gu Zheng drew out a big ax measuring three feet. He is a master in the art of weapons. This fifth-level mid-level magical weapon that he personally refined is called the Qisha Mountain-breaking Axe. When this object is confronted with people, it not only has a powerful suppressive effect and can seize the soul, but also greatly stimulates the strength of the monk's whole body, destroying mountains and overwhelming formations, and is invincible.
Gu Zheng used his most powerful offensive weapon as soon as he took action, and it seemed that he planned to show off in front of the Demon Lord.
In Zi Dou's hand was a five-foot-long weapon shaped like a rake, which was also a fifth-level mid-grade weapon.
The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, surrounded Han Rui.
"Wait a minute!" The woman shouted violently.
Gu Zheng immediately stopped; Na Zi Dou rushed forward two steps, and when he saw his companion stopping, he also stopped hesitantly, with a pair of rat eyes staring ahead fiercely.
Han Rui stretched out her hand and pointed at the Demon Lord, her pretty face full of determination:
"Since the Holy Lord thinks that his subordinates are at fault, he can just do it himself. Why bother the two adults?"
Is this woman crazy? Gu Zheng was so frightened that he actually dared to challenge the Holy Lord directly. Could it be that he thought that the Holy Lord would show mercy to her?
"Who do you think you are!" Zi Dou over there had already scolded him: "You are just a rebel, but the Holy Lord has already given you a huge favor by taking action once! The rest, I... I and Master Gu will be enough to control Stay with you!"
"Haha." Han Rui smiled, still looking at the Demon Lord provocatively.
"Presumptuous!" The Demon Lord's face was as sinking as water. He stretched out a finger and flicked it a few times into the void in front of him.
The void was still the same void, but everyone present felt as if a wind was stirring from there and blowing on them.
This wind is soft, soothing, bright and warm, like the spring breeze in March, moistening things silently.
An idea suddenly arises in Han Rui's mind, an idea that is irresistible, invincible, and should never be against the other party.
The sword in her hand was also stagnated in the wind, and suddenly it seemed to have a huge weight.
She was shocked. Is this the power of the gods? If the distance between the Golden Elixir and the Nascent Soul is a chasm that can be overcome, then the distance between the Nascent Soul and the Soul Transformation is like an empty universe that is beyond reach.
"No!" She shouted in her heart: "This is a lie! Keep your guard up and don't be deceived by his false appearance!"
Her eyes gradually became firmer, and the judgment she made half a quarter of an hour ago made her grasp the last straw like a drowning person.
No matter whether it's right or wrong, I have no choice but to gamble!
At this moment, Demon Lord shouted again: "Take it down!"
"Yes!" The promise sounded again. This time, Gu Zheng and Zi Dou no longer hesitated. A sword light containing the power of destruction and a ball of yellow sand mixed with chaotic attributes swept towards her respectively.
Han Rui held out a shield, and the sword light struck it, leaving a half-foot-long gap in an instant.
She ignored her heartache and drew an arc with her long sword, trapping the yellow sand in Zidou and whizzing away from her.
Zi Dou's cultivation level is only at the early stage of the fifth level. Although the yellow sand is powerful, it is much easier to deal with than the sword light.
As for Gu Zheng, if he goes all out, the situation will be very bad.
"Master Gu!" Han Rui shouted: "You and I both belong to the human race. After the Holy Lord has dealt with me, do you think he will let you go?"
Gu Zheng sneered and said loudly: "Your Majesty, the Holy Lord, is wise and mighty. Who is a loyal minister and who is a traitor? You know who is a loyal minister and who is a traitor. How can you provoke them with just a few words?"
"Lord Han, listen to my advice and hand over the sand of time honestly. I will show off my old face and say a few good words to Lord Shengzun for you. Spare you..."
Looking back, he saw the Demon Lord nodded imperceptibly, and then said: "I will spare your life!"
As he spoke, he struck out with the blade again, but its power quietly dropped a bit.
Han Rui's shield blocked it again, and the gap was a little wider. She struggled to deal with the two men's attack while continuing to persuade:
"Master Gu, I tell you the truth, the sand of time will never be here with me. Since I came in yesterday, I have never left the Fushou Ding. If you two capture me, search every part of my body, even bruise my bones. After raising the ashes, the spiritual sand will not be found in the end. Tell me, by that time, will the Holy Lord be lenient to you?"
"Stop making excuses! If the spiritual sand of time is not in your hands, where else could it be? If you are really innocent, then just surrender and let the Holy Lord investigate carefully!"
Gu Zheng cursed angrily, but felt uneasy in his heart.
Now that he thought about it carefully, he realized that there was something fishy about this matter.
If Han Rui was really motivated by a personal grudge against him, after the arrival of the Holy Lord, she should honestly hand over the spiritual sand and admit her mistake. The Holy Lord also expects her to refine the spiritual water of life, so he will definitely not embarrass her.
How could she be so unwise?
As for the reason why Han Rui was willing to take extraordinary risks for the lives of those human prisoners, not to mention that he didn't believe it, even the Demon Lord might be guilty of it.
The amount of human blood stained on Han Rui's hands was not only 10,000, but also 8,000. She managed to get to where she is today, how could she do such a stupid thing?
And, what’s even weirder is, why didn’t this woman run away? If she escapes and is convicted of stealing spiritual sand, she will be completely safe.
Could it be that it's really not her?
But if it wasn’t this woman, who else could it be?
The more he felt in his heart, the more foggy he felt inside, and the more pretentious his attacks became, using only 10% of the strength but less than 30%.
With his release, it was much easier for Han Rui to deal with Zi Dou alone. He was even able to swallow a pill secretly and regain a lot of mana.
The Demon Lord frowned, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and shouted: "Master Gu, I trust you! Capture Han Rui, and I will reward you with half a finger of land. I promise you to establish a foundation and a country, and I will never break your promise!" "
The terrain of the mountain domain is shaped like three fingers stretched out. Each finger is a vast and boundless land, with countless natural materials, earthly treasures, spiritual veins and spiritual mountains.
Even if it is only half of it, it is a wealth as vast as the vast ocean, at least equivalent to the foundation of dozens of countries. This is something Gu Zheng never dared to dream of in the past.
You must know that the reward promised by the Demon Lord for refining the life spirit liquid was only a country's land, but this time it has increased dozens of times.
Gu Zheng was ecstatic and was about to increase his attack, but he heard Han Rui laugh and say:
"Master Gu, are you taking it seriously? I trust you, haha. Master Shengzun told me the same thing two quarters of an hour ago."
Gu Zheng's expression changed again.
…
The three of them continued to fight together.
Time passed slowly, and with Gu Zheng fishing by the side, Han Rui became more and more comfortable, and a bold idea gradually grew in her heart.
The Demon Lord's old face became more and more gloomy, with a hint of impatience in his expression. He urged again: "Don't make mistakes, you two, and capture the traitors quickly!"
This statement was obviously meant for the two of them, but in reality it was only Gu Zheng. The old man was even more anxious. One moment he wanted to use all his strength, and the next moment he secretly cursed Han Rui for not running away, leaving him in a dilemma.
At this moment, Han Rui's right hand suddenly turned into a circle, and a ball of white flames filled with powerful refining power floated towards the Demon Lord behind.
The fighting style in the Nascent Soul Stage has reached the edge of the rules. The refining power within this flame is her experience gained from refining countless elixirs for hundreds of years. All herbs and spiritual materials below level five can be refined.
Even a sixth-level deity must not be treated carelessly!
When Gu Zheng saw that this woman actually took the time to attack the Holy Lord, he was both impressed and horrified, but he couldn't help but slow down his hand movements by half a beat, allowing the flames to rush straight through.
"Ancestor, be careful!" Zi Dou was far away and could not rescue him in time, a trace of anxiety flashed across his face.
The rake in his hand seized this opportunity, swept towards Han Rui's clothes, and pulled off a large piece of her cassock, revealing a piece of snow-white skin.
The Demon Lord snorted coldly and did not dodge the flying fireball. However, his hand movements were not slow. He stretched out his hands into a hug, wrapping the flame up and down, and then moved it back and forth. The flame seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, trembling constantly, and its light gradually dimmed.
"The Holy Lord is mighty!" Gu Zheng praised loudly, secretly regretting that he was only half a step too late in reacting just now.
The Demon Lord seemed as if he had not heard anything, and his face remained calm.
Han Rui was stunned, looked at it carefully for a moment, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Master Gu, take a good look at what your saint looks like now."
Gu Zheng looked curiously and saw that the fireball was like a toy, getting smaller and smaller in the Demon Lord's hand.
What's wrong?
Suddenly, he was shocked to find that although the fireball was shrinking, the black hair on the Holy Lord's head was also slowly turning white. In just a few breaths, half of the hair on his head was already white.
Han Rui's refining power can actually hurt the Holy Lord!
No, the Demon Lord is in the wrong state!
"Master Gu, do you understand now?" Han Rui said proudly: "Our Lord Saint, it turns out that he is already a candle in the wind, but he is just trying to support himself."
"If there is no life spirit fluid, the Holy Lord will only have a life span of ten years at most."
"Master Gu, do you really want him to extend his life for a thousand years and continue to give orders to you?"
"Think about yourself. You have reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul two hundred years ago. Why have you made no progress so far? Have you exhausted your talents? No, you are afraid. You are afraid that if you go further, you will threaten the strength of the Holy Lord. , arousing his suspicion."
"He doesn't even trust his own people, so how can he trust you, a foreigner? Look at the Holy City today. Apart from Zi Dou, a junior member of the clan, is there any fifth-level demon beside him? Isn't it because he is worried that someone will see through it? Does he have different intentions?"
"If one of us wasn't good at refining alchemy and the other was good at refining weapons, how could we still be here today? To put it bluntly, the day when the life spirit liquid is refined may be the day when we both die! You! Have you never considered it?"
"Even if you don't die and the Holy Lord lives for another thousand years, will you still have a chance to succeed in this life?"
"..."
Han Rui opened her sharp mouth like a barrage of words. Many words she had held in her heart for many years finally poured out without any scruples at this time.
Every sentence, every word, was like a heavy hammer, hitting Gu Zheng's heart hard.
The Demon Lord had a livid face and said nothing. The flame in his hand had shrunk to the size of his thumb, and his hair was almost half white.
Zi Dou's eyes were about to burst, and he made several attempts, but Han Rui's casual writing blocked them all.
Veins popped up on Gu Zheng's face, his expression changed several times, and he suddenly shouted: "Han Rui, you are full of nonsense and have hurt the Holy Lord. I can't spare you!"
After saying that, he swung the ax and struck towards Han Rui fiercely!
"Idiot!" Han Rui yelled angrily, escaping to the side in a panic.
Gu Zheng refused to give up, and made several loud bangs one after another, while pursuing hard.
After chasing each other, the two of them somehow lost their direction, and Han Rui was right between him and the Demon Lord.
The flame in the Demon Lord's hand is only the size of a grain of rice and will be extinguished soon.
At this moment, Gu Zheng shouted loudly, and a sword light that was 50% more powerful than the original, with unstoppable destructive power, shot towards the direction of the Demon Lord.
"Oh, Holy Lord, be careful—" he cried out.
The Demon Lord's gaze was about to burst into flames, and he waved a shield to block it. The sword struck it with a "kacha" sound, and a hole as big as a bead burst out.
The Demon Lord's face turned red and white. After a few breaths, he couldn't hold it any longer. He let out an "ah" sound, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Gu Zheng stood in disbelief for a long time, and the sudden ecstasy almost overwhelmed his whole body!
This old guy is really dead!
…
Things changed drastically on the field.
In the giant cauldron, Gu Zheng and Han Rui each took a corner and joined forces to deal with Yao Zun and Zi Dou.
Outside the giant cauldron, the disciples brought by Gu Zheng and the demon lord's followers were fighting in a ball, and several dead bodies were lying on the ground.
The strength of the transformed gods can certainly suppress the opponent in terms of realm and power, but fighting is a comprehensive contest involving essence, energy, and spirit. In this regard, the declining Demon Lord is obviously powerless.
Especially among the four, Zi Dou was the weakest. Gu Han and the two avoided the real situation and attacked the weak, forcing him into desperate situations several times, causing the Demon Lord to work hard to save him and spend his last energy step by step.
On the top of the Demon Lord's head, the white hair is like silk after being exposed to the sun, dancing in the wind, indicating that this person's fire of life is close to extinguishing.
"ha!"
Gu Zheng was so angry that he stabbed Zi Dou in the abdomen with another sword. On the other side, Han Rui held out a bronze mirror and hung it in the air. The mirror was pointed at Zi Dou, and a white light imprisoned him, making it difficult for him to move.
When life and death were at stake, the Demon Lord grabbed Zi Dou with both hands, and then with an angry roar, he forcibly moved the opponent three feet to avoid the fatal blow.
"Boom!" The sword light hit the "tomb" in the distance, and dozens of black and white stones were shaken into the air, turning into a pile of gravel and scattered everywhere.
"Uh-" The exhausted Demon Lord suddenly opened his mouth, and a large mouthful of blood spattered out.
"Ancestor——" Zi Dou cried.
The Demon Lord tried his best to use the spell, and his robe suddenly expanded several times, wrapping the two of them. Then he took out a pill and drank it, and soon a trace of rosy color returned to his face.
"Zidou," he gasped, "stop for me for a moment."
After saying that, he took out a jade bottle, opened it hurriedly, and poured it into his mouth without looking at it.
The rich breath of life spread everywhere through the white mist at the corner of his mouth.
"Ancestor——" Zi Dou was sad and happy: "Life Spiritual Water, you, you..."
"If you don't drink it, you won't have the chance to drink it for a while." The Demon Lord sighed. With this sigh, the white hair on his head quickly turned black, his face regained its luster, and his whole person seemed to take on a new look.
Pulling open the cassock that was becoming riddled with holes, the Demon Lord suddenly stood up and looked at the two traitors opposite with a frosty face.
"die!"
The strongest man in the mountain realm, one of the only three remaining gods in the Zhenyu world, with penetrating eyes and awe-inspiring aura!
