Chapter 81

The huge magic palace turned out to be like an empty city. Apart from the two guards, Xie Yun didn't see any other magic cultivators along the way.

Thinking that the two guards were temporarily recruited from the subordinates by Ying Baiye.

The Long Night Demon Palace is the old palace of the previous First Demon Venerable. It was built on the mountain and was built magnificently. The back mountain that the guard demon cultivator refers to is the entire continuous mountain range behind the magic palace.

Although the back mountain is big, there is only one entrance to the enchantment. Below the entrance is a boundary monument, inscribed with a line of small characters: Forbidden land in the magic palace, trespassers die.

Strangely, the entrance itself is open, like an unlocked door, despite the warning boundary markers.

Xie Yun retracted his gaze, raised his legs and stepped into the barrier.

As soon as he entered the forbidden area, Xie Yun felt the familiar spiritual power - Ying Mingri's spiritual power spread out, shrouded in the enchantment like a coercive dark cloud.

Xie Yun frowned unconsciously.

Except for the monks who have an extremely vain foundation, most high-level monks will condense their spiritual power to the point of no leakage. Ying Baiye is more like this, when he usually restrains his breath, he is almost no different from mortals.

In a situation like the current one, there is only one explanation for the loss of spiritual power.

Fortunately, Xie Yun had long been accustomed to Ying Baiye's spiritual power. If other distracted monks were here, they would have been suffocated by such spiritual power.

Xie Yun put one hand on the tree trunk, rubbed the rough bark with his fingertips, released his spiritual power and swept over the small area around him.

Although it is a dense forest, there are no traces of life activities around, and there are no traces of birds in a radius of several miles.

Only the slight bloody smell came from the northwest, where the spiritual power was also the strongest.

Xie Yun withdrew his spiritual power and hurried to the northwest.

The further you go to the northwest, the stronger the pressure of spiritual power, and the more obvious the bloody smell in the air, mixed with the smell of rotting branches and leaves in the dense forest, which is disgusting.

Xie Yun's face was cold and solemn, and the speed was mentioned again and again. In the blink of an eye, he passed dozens of miles, through the green forest, and finally found the source of the bloody smell in front of an open grassland and fresh water lake——

It's the two loose cultivators in the battle of righteous demons!

The demon cultivator with the wolf's head tattooed on his upper body sat on the ground, the wolf's head on his chest looming under the torn clothes, staring at the tree trunk in front of him, while the other person curled up ten paces away.

Both of them were in ragged clothes, with scars all over their bare skin. The wounds seemed to be poisoned. Not only did they turn black, but they were also difficult to heal. The blood flowed out extraordinarily scarlet, and accumulated a small pool of blood on the grass along their backs.

Ying Baiye would never use poison, so the wounds on these two demon cultivators were not left by Ying Baiye.

The two demon cultivators turned their backs to each other, chanting words in their mouths, the words were blurred in their mouth, and they didn't know what they were saying.

This is the forbidden area of ​​the magic palace. It must be that Ying Baiye brought back two demon cultivators and locked them in the forbidden area, and they have been locked up for a few days, but what did Ying Baiye bring two ordinary magic cultivators to the forbidden area?

Confusion circled in Xie Yun's mind one by one.

Xie Yun tried to hear what the magic cultivator was saying, but the words in the two magic cultivators' mouths were all mixed together, and he really couldn't hear what it was.

Then ask clearly.

Xie Yun stepped forward in two steps and stopped in front of the tattoo demon cultivator.

Mo Xiu only felt that there was a pair of black boots in his sight. His first reaction was Chang Ye Demon Venerable. He didn't even dare to raise his head, so he hugged his head and cried: "Your Highness, spare your life! Your Lord, forgive your life! I'll remember it soon. I have already remembered most of it! As long as the Lord gives me another hour, no, a stick of incense..."

Suddenly, there was a cold edge sticking to Mo Xiu's neck—the blade of a precious sword, moving in the blood vessels on the side of Mo Xiu's neck, Mo Xiu had no doubt that as long as he moved slightly, the sword blade would even touch his. Cut off the soul together!

The person here must be a sword cultivator, but the Demon Venerable is not, so the person here is not the Demon Venerable...

Mo Xiu breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes trembled, he raised his eyelids, his gaze followed the flowing sword of Chuncai, and finally saw a handsome face.

This sword repair, the sword is like cold jade, but the person is a bit colder than the sword, just like the sword repair have seen in the battlefield!

Mo Xiu looked at him stealthily: It seems that Jian Xiu is no better than them, and was thrown into the forbidden area by Mo Zun.

Xie Yun whispered: "If I ask you anything, you must answer it, or I will kill you, understand?"

Mo Xiu was seriously injured, and he didn't dare to confront the sword cultivator of the same rank, so he quickly said, "Yes, yes! I will say anything!"

Xie Yun said, "Why should Ying Baiye bring you here?"

He didn't believe that Ying Baiye had a hobby of tormenting people, and it was impossible to let two demon cultivators run around in the forbidden area for no reason.

The demon cultivator's pupils shrank, and the fear that Ying Baiye gave him even defeated a blade that was pressing against his throat. He shivered and said, "No, I don't know."

"Are you afraid of him?" Xie Yun smiled, "Then you'd better be as afraid of me as you are of him. He's not here anyway, but if your answer doesn't satisfy me, I'll kill you now."

The spring color flows in the spring mountain, the sword blade presses blood marks on Mo Xiu's neck, and the sharp and cold air of the sword and the sword intent penetrated into the skin and penetrated into the blood.

Mo Xiu straightened his neck, and his bloodshot eyes revealed a desperate ferocity: "Do you think I am a fool?! I was caught by the Demon Venerable, and you will anger the Demon Venerable if you kill me!"

Before he finished speaking, Mo Xiu only felt severe pain in his soul. All the scene in front of him turned to darkness, and the person seemed to be torn in two. When his vision became clear again, the severe pain just now was still engraved in his soul.

Mo Xiu opened his mouth wide, he thought he must be crying out, but in fact he was in such extreme pain that he didn't make a sound at all.

When Mo Xiu's vision became clear again, he was horrified to find that he was floating in mid-air—Jian Xiu ripped his soul out of his body!

Xie Yun poured Chun Shan into his body, holding the spirit of the demon cultivator in one hand. He even smiled: "I am a rough person. Anyway, you took away the spirits of those cultivators in the same way. I think you shouldn't mind."