Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Chapter 530: Padawan, Forgive Me (67)

Over time, these people believed in the second speculation, and there was some sympathy in their hearts. If they did not wake up after a hundred years, they would be so destroyed in the world of repair. It is truly pathetic.

Hundreds of years into the realm of cultivation are nothing but bullet fingers, but a hundred years later a big thing happened in the realm of cultivation.

Qiyang sect overnight from a cultivation gate pie, all are destroyed, not dead or injured, and all this is done by the new demon of the demonic realm. No one knows his name, only that his cultivation is unpredictable. When the rumors of Qiyang Zong were extinguished, the ancient hollow ancestors who were in lockdown came out and, together with several people who were able to sit in town, could not resist the killing of each other.

All the doors of the cultivation world were frightened and ready to join hands against the demonic realm, but found that after the destruction of the Qiyang sect, those demons disappeared into the cultivation realm again.

Like their goal, it's just a Qiyang sect.

People speculated, still failed to let go of their guard, and tried to find the demonic nest without a trace of the spider.

All the magic monks in the world know that the new demon lord brought back a woman's body from the world of magic monks, and even the servant girl dared not take another look.

Demon lord held her all day, his eyes were unprecedented tenderness, it scared the hell out of his subordinates.

Knowing that the Lord of Demons has always been ruthless, he once had a short-sighted subordinate who stripped the First Beauty of Demons and threw her naked on the bed of the Lord of Demons.

And guess what? The first beauty of the demonic world was thrown out of the palace by the proud and unfortunate incense of the jade. She spit out a lot of blood, and then no trace was found.

And naturally that subordinate was scrapped and fed the dog.

Since then, no one has given birth to extra thoughts and stuffed women with the Lord of Demons.

But now the demon brought back a nun who didn't know if she was dead or alive. She held her all day long, and the heat and love overflowed in her eyes, as long as she wasn't blind, she could see it.

At first, most demonic cultivators thought their dignity was just a special hobby, and some even sent several such cultivators to accommodate them.

Next word: miserable, two words, miserable.

Then, all the magic tricks discovered a terrible problem.

This female cultivator seems to be the true love of demon honor.

Although curious as to whether they are prettier than the number one beauty in the demonic world, they dare not peek at them with a hundred dares, afraid to wait until their eyes are dug.

Now, for example, with that nun in his arms, listening to his men, no one dares look up.

“Demon lord, now the monks in the real world are trying to find the entrance to the real world.” One of the guardians lowered his eyes and his tone was filled with reverence and awe.

“Tell them that the goal of this prince is only the Qiyang sect, and that he will not be polite to seek his own death.” A low voice sounded, clearly silent, but an invisible pressure on all the magic in the palace.

The man sitting on it was dressed in black and surrounded by a pale golden stripe, with a very handsome face, dark and heavy eyes, fearful and unpredictable terror.

“Subordinate to orders. ”

When his eyes returned to the woman in his arms, he became gentle as water again. If someone saw the look on his face, he would feel incredibly creepy.