Chapter 611： With demon blood

"Mengkite saint?"

Ling Xiao's figure descended from the sky and landed in the depths of the domain, before an ancient forest.

In that forest, Meng Yuan's clothes were disheveled, and she was imprisoned by magic chains, her expression dull and hollow.

For half a month, Ling Xiao would come every day to discuss magical nature with her.

Apart from that, there is nothing else to say.

Mengyuan nowadays, his mind has long since collapsed.

I am afraid that as long as Ling Xiao disperses the shackles of devilish energy, this saint will be able to punish herself without using her hands.

Wei Guangzheng, trapped by the demon, day after day.

For Mengyuan, this kind of torture is more uncomfortable than death.

More importantly, nowadays, the gods are in retreat, as short as ten years, and as long as a hundred years.

And with Ling Xiao's means, what will the Saint State look like ten years from now?

Purgatory on earth, right?

Is Shengzhou stable and really going to be destroyed in my hands?

I want to die, but I don't want to bear this sin.

Mengyuan today is undoubtedly contradictory and painful.

In the past few days, it is not that she has not thought of a way to break free of this devilish yoke.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the magic lock at all.

Obviously, that demon's strength has far surpassed her.

Nine Heavens Profound Body, Meng Yuan suddenly felt like a joke.

Twenty years of retreat, exposing the past and present, determined to protect the world, and punish all demons.

But now that she was just born, she suffered this catastrophe, was trapped here, and tortured day and night.

This kind of shame makes Meng Yuan feel painful.

"Have you figured it out clearly?"

And hearing Ling Xiao's voice, Meng Yuan instinctively felt a kind of fear.

The original numb eyes began to reveal endless panic.

"Ling Xiao, you don't want to ask anything from my mouth, kill me if you have the ability."

Mengyuan now dare not ignore Ling Xiao anymore.

Because every time she did that, she would be bullied by the latter.

That's right, that's what you think.

Are you not Wei Guangzheng?

Seeing monsters as natural enemies, but now, in my eyes, you are nothing more than an ant, fish on the chopping board.

The starting point is too high, the more painful you will fall.

After all, this Meng Yuan is just a woman in her early twenties. The premise for Taoism to be complete is... to have the unparalleled identity of the Holy Woman.

In the entire Holy State, who would dare to ignore the majesty of the Holy Church?

Only me Ling Xiao!

"Where the gods have gone, why do you leave the Holy Church in charge?"

Ling Xiao walked to Meng Yuan's side, stretched out her hand to pinch her chin, and looked cold.

"Even if I die, I won't help you! Ling Xiao, sooner or later you will be killed by the Lord, I advise you to restrain yourself!!"

Mengyuan's silver teeth clenched, and when she thought of her own sacred saint, her reputation was ruined by this devil, there was an extremely complex despair in her heart.

Especially that kind of uncontrollable happiness made her feel ashamed, annoyed, and tormented.

"Haha, converge a little? Saint Mengyuan, could it be that if I converge a little, the holy religion will let me go?"

Ling Xiao shook his head and smiled, the coldness in his eyes thickened.

"Since practice, what is the difference between Zhu Devil and Zhu Xian? It's nothing more than a different stand, Saint Maiden of Mengyuan, anyway, I am your man now, as long as you surrender to me, I promise to return you free, we all come together... How about Zhu Xian? "

"You nonsense!!! The world is chaotic by the demons, the world is incompatible, the immortals are compassionate, and the people under the world are long-cherished, how can they be confused?!"

Mengyuan looked pale, and there was a chill rising in her heart.

Zhu Xian?

How could this demon have such ambitions to practice Zhuxian as his own practice?

But, inexplicably, Meng Yuan felt that... this is not unreasonable.

Born to be a demon, with immortals as an enemy.

For him, immortality is experience, the way to punish.

Even though he is compassionate and kind, can he really be embraced by the world with this demon body?

Suddenly, a trace of confusion appeared in Mengyuan's heart.

The so-called good and evil, sins are just different positions and different identities.

Just like, the demon in northern Xinjiang never dared to set foot in the world.

Why?

Because of the world's practice, the envelope cuts demons and demons.

But who said that the monsters have no single heart and do not create evildoers?

"Is that so? The heaven and the earth give birth to all things, but cultivation is the power of plundering the heaven and the earth. What is the difference between the fairy and the devil? Besides, the sacred religion is in charge of the heaven and the earth. The immortals are compassionate and the common people are equal, but why can't they get fairness?"

Ling Xiao smiled indifferently, his tone full of playfulness.

But Meng Yuan was stunned in the same place, silent for a long time.

"Even if the demon clan surrenders, it seems that the holy religion hasn't given them corresponding equality, right?"

"I...I don't care! I am a saint, my duty is to kill all evil spirits, Ling Xiao, don't waste your efforts, either kill me or... I'm here, waiting for the day when you are killed. ."

"The saint keeps talking about demons and demons, do you know that you also have a trace of demonic blood flowing through your body."

Seeing Meng Yuan's eyes trembled, Ling Xiao suddenly opened his mouth and said.

"You bullshit!!!"

Sure enough, Meng Yuan's pretty face changed drastically, and she was a little frightened.

"Do I have to lie to you? Now you, even your life is in my hands."

The indifferent expression on Ling Xiao's face made Meng Yuan's eyes more panic.

She had heard from the **** Lord that when she was born, she was dying and dying.

It was the divine master who sealed her vitality and soul with the cultivation of the heavens, and nourished her with spiritual power for more than two hundred years.

Is it possible that what the **** master said is the demon vein in her body?

But then, who am I?

"Mengyuan Saintess, in fact, it doesn't matter whether you say it or not. I think the **** master must have something to do now, otherwise the god's envoy will fall and the saint son will disappear. How can he not come to Xijiang to find out?"

Ling Xiao's tone was indifferent, but in fact tentative.

With Mengyuan's spirit level, even if there is a slight emotional fluctuation, it is hard to escape Ling Xiao's perception.

"You...you don't have to waste your time, I won't believe you!"

Meng Yuan's body trembled, and soon calmed down.

But this scene can hardly escape Ling Xiao's eyes.

"Well, since the saint doesn't believe me, then I will take you to take a good look at the true face of the holy religion. The fairy... may not be the savior who protects the world, and the devil may not be as sinister as you think."

When the words fell, Ling Xiao turned and left.

Now the mood of this Mengyuan has been greatly changed.

It won't be long before she thinks about it, and her Dao Xin will be completely shattered.

In the next period of time, Ling Xiao intends to air this righteous light.

As a result, many guesses in her heart will inevitably fall through.

At that time, only a heavy blow might be enough to make her willing.

"Fairy...Magic..."

It wasn't until Ling Xiao's figure disappeared that Meng Yuan muttered to herself sadly.

In her current situation, Ling Xiao really wouldn't make up a lie to deceive her.

But, how could she be a demon?

Where did the demon blood in her body come from? !

For a while, Mengyuan was so desperate that she suddenly regretted it in her heart.

She should ask the demon, what on earth is going on? We villains don’t want to be a stepping stone.