Huaihui stood up suddenly and did not respond to Ji Xuanhe's question. He called out Xitong and disappeared in an instant.
The mountain gate of Lingjian Sect.
Shaoyue carried a small baggage on her back and walked to a carriage outside the mountain gate.
When she was about to arrive, she suddenly turned her head and looked inside the sect.
In just a few months in Lingjian Sect, Shao Yue felt that she had experienced many things that she had never experienced before.
Some were bad, some were good, and they were all experiences she would never forget in her life.
However, at this moment, it is time to say goodbye.
Shaoyue threw the small bundle into the carriage, held onto the carriage and tried to climb up.
A gust of wind blew by, and Shao Yue felt that there was an extra arm around her waist, and she was hugged down forcefully.
After seeing the face of the person hugging her clearly, Shaoyue bit her lower lip. She had a bad feeling in her heart and quickly pulled the hand on her waist.
But his hand seemed to be welded to his waist. No matter how hard Shaoyue tried to move it away, he couldn't move it even an inch.
"Miss Shao, Shaoyue, Yueyue, why did you leave? Why didn't you tell me?"
Huaihui's eyes were red, the names he called her became more and more intimate, and the arms around his waist became tighter and tighter.
Fortunately, he still had some sense. When he saw a hint of discomfort on Shaoyue's face, he immediately let go.
Although he had not done anything else, Shao Yue still saw what he was thinking.
It turned out that he had never stopped having those unreasonable thoughts brought out from the fictional world.
"Master Huai, I already know that the Nightmare Beast will not come to me again, and everything has been resolved. I think it is time for me to leave the Spirit Sword Sect."
"No", Huaihui still refused to let go of his hand on her waist.
"Since it's impossible for you and Ji Xuanhe to separate, can you look back at me?"
"That time with the tiger demon, I was the one who saved you. It was me!"
"Do you love me, okay?"
"..."
Huaihui watched the expression on Shaoyue's face change from surprise to calmness. He couldn't help but despair, and his voice was hoarse as if it was blocked by something.
"Mr. Huai..."
Shaoyue was surprised by the fact that "Huaihui was his savior", but many things in the world come first and then arrive.
Ji Xuanhe got the favor he felt when he was most grateful. When he later found out that there was actually someone else, he had already given the favor away and wanted to take it back and give it to someone else again?
That is impossible.
She wanted to persuade Huaihui, so she opened her mouth and the sky suddenly became cloudy.
It was dark, like ink splashed in the sky.
Huaihui had an extremely bad premonition in his heart, as if he was about to face a catastrophe. He frowned and automatically blocked Shao Yue behind him.
"Xitong."
Huaihui shouted, and Xitong quickly flew from the mountain gate to the direction of the sect.
"Ha ha ha ha ha."
The cold laughter came from far away, like the roar of an evil spirit leading people into hell.
Before the unknown monster showed up, his laughter caused everyone present to fall into unknown pain.
"Well……"
Behind Huaihui, Shao Yue bit her lips until they turned white, but still let out a painful moan uncontrollably.
"Yueyue, cover your ears."
Huaihui spoke hurriedly, Shaoyue couldn't hear the outside sound, pressed her head and groaned.
He didn't care to be wary of when the monster would appear. He bit his finger neatly, drew a spell in mid-air to isolate the five senses, and dotted Shaoyue's forehead with blood beads.
Shaoyue was able to open her eyes.
"What the hell are you?"
It was like a huge bell ringing in the empty and quiet valley, loud and vibrating, driving away all the darkness in the sky.
A man wearing a bright red blood robe, no, it should be said that he is a male demon, also appeared in front of everyone as the sky became brighter.
He was extremely powerful. He was sitting on a gorgeous throne floating in mid-air, and his whole body was always exuding black energy like thick ink. He couldn't even see his true appearance clearly.
A faint look can bring great threat to people.
At the same time that the powerful male demon appeared, Xitong also returned with the foreign aid it called.
The head of the sect, the medicine refining hall, the weapon refining hall...all the eighth-level monks in the sect appeared in front of the mountain gate, as well as Ji Xuanhe, Liao Ker'er and other direct disciples of each hall master.
"The Demon Race Supreme?"
Elder Whitebeard is well-informed and can recognize his identity at a glance from his throne and black energy.
The expressions of everyone present immediately became very solemn, and every time the Monster Supreme appeared, it would cause great turmoil.
And I don’t know why, the Demon Race Supreme seems to have an immortal body. Every time, the strongest person in the world suppresses him, but cannot completely eliminate him.
This battle must be a battle of life and death.
There was no elder or disciple present who retreated. Huaihui picked up Shaoyue and placed her at the back of the battlefield.
This is the best position he can find to place people at the moment.
Soon, he flew back to the front of the battlefield and stood behind several elders.
"Is this the strongest sect in the world of immortality today?"
The Monster Supreme in mid-air sneered mockingly and said no more.
With a wave of his hand, several black aura clones appeared in the air and flew straight towards the monks on the ground.
Everyone held swords to fight. Huaihui held Xi Tong and pointed his toes to the ground. Like an unstoppable sharp sword, he rushed towards the leisurely posture of the demon supreme on the throne.
The demon supreme on the throne looked at the monk who rushed forward to die. He was very disdainful and waved a palm in front of him.
Huaihui looked like he was at the seventh level, but he was born different from others and had extraordinary talents. His seventh level, his strength was comparable to that of ordinary eighth level monks.
Faced with this palm, he refused to dodge, and used his sword moves to scatter the dark palm prints.
"interesting."
The demon supreme on the throne became a little interested, stood up, and started fighting with Huaihui.
Huaihui's strength is not weak, and the Monster Race Supreme is a being that cannot be underestimated.
After several fights, the Demon Race Supreme only had some sword marks on the corners of Xuehong Po's clothes, but no scars on her body.
Looking at Huaihui, there were traces of blood on his body and even on his face.
What's even more frightening is that there is still black energy jumping around on these marks, trying to penetrate into his body from the wounds.
Huaihui's consciousness is firm, and the black energy cannot enter.
He bit down hard on the soft flesh in his mouth, the pain sobering him up.
Huaihui once again picked up his companion, Xi Tong, who was walking side by side, with sharp eyes, and headed towards the direction of the Monster Clan Supreme.
The more dangerous it is, the tighter Huaihui's nerves become.
Finally, after finding a flaw in the Demon Race Supreme's flaw and stabbing it hard, inflicting a bloody wound on the Monster Race Supreme, Huaihui was promoted.
On the battlefield, he rose from the seventh level to the eighth level. Even this seemed not to be the end. At the eighth level without the thunder tribulation, he touched some other secret things.
After reaching the eighth level, Huaihui's strength has become the most powerful existence in the world of cultivation today.
