Chapter 547 Disciple, Please Let Me Go (82)

Shen Mubai continued to fall into despair, thinking hard for a long time, and finally she came up with a way.

But thinking about the days to come, she gritted her teeth and did it ruthlessly.

The shame imprinted on the soul is indescribable.

However, Yanrong's eyes were extremely ecstatic.

He never imagined that his master would respond to him one day.

Such an alluring master made his eyes turn red, and he almost showed signs of having inner demons again.

Yanrong gritted her teeth and stared at the master on her body without blinking, feeling as if her soul was being sucked away.

And Shen Mubai was already so ashamed that he was ashamed.

Yanrong couldn't bear it any longer, so he turned over and took control again.

...

When she left this world, Shen Mubai couldn't help but shed tears of emotion, otherwise she would really go crazy if she continued like this.

The banquet had left an indelible shadow in her heart. Shen Mubai just wanted to leave the other party's side impatiently, regardless of what would happen after she left.

There was another turmoil in the demon world, and all the demon cultivators were in panic.

Since the death of the female cultivator brought back by the Demon Lord from the world of cultivation, her temperament has become violent and abnormal. There is no trace of life in her body, but she is still unwilling to let go of that person for an inch.

After Shen Mubai left, Yanrong called the old man again.

The old man told him that if he wanted to find that person, he must first have the ability to break through all voids. Even though he had reached the Mahayana stage, it was still not enough.

This was the last time the old man woke up. Yanrong said in a deep voice, "Thank you, senior."

After that, he began to practice day and night, and developed inner demons for the second time.

Yan Rong almost failed, but relied on the obsession in his mind to defeat him again and completely kill his inner demon.

It only took him five years to enter the Tribulation Period.

Yanrong's cultivation speed and strength were so incredible that Heavenly Dao noticed it and raised the thunder calamity to an unprecedented level of terror.

The demon cultivators in the demon world fled far away, and no one dared to get close to the central encirclement.

There are a total of eighty-one thunder tribulations, each one more frightening than the last. If other powerful people were here, they would definitely be shocked to the point of being speechless.

Because such a scene has never appeared even in the ancient world of cultivation.

But Yanrong resisted.

According to legend, monks who successfully overcome the tribulation can no longer stay in the world of cultivation and go directly to the world of immortality.

Yan Rong still stayed where he was, and no one knew what method he used.

The hamster spirit protected by the formation shivered for several days. It was not until the thunder tribulation was over that it rolled its eyes and got up.

Yanrong walked into the hall and picked it up.

The hamster spirit was so frightened that it huddled in a ball, cowering and not daring to move.

Yanrong stared at it, his eyes were dark, and he said expressionlessly, "For the sake of Master liking you." He input a hint of opportunity from the hamster spirit's head, "Stay here for me."

The hamster spirit was put down, and there was an indescribable feeling throughout his body.

It stared at Lord Demon Lord with its dark eyes, turned around, and then left this place step by step.

Many years later, the hamster spirit, which had transformed into a human, still stayed in place, but it could no longer wait for the demon king to return with his beloved woman.

The hamster spirit turned into its prototype and curled up on the bed, holding a peanut in its little paws and gnawing at it. He vaguely felt the woman's hands stroking it one after another, laughing at it and saying, "Wow, you're fat again."

The hamster spirit woke up in a daze, and the door of the hall was still open.

It thought to itself, why hasn’t Lord Demon come back yet?

Why... you haven't come back yet.