Chapter 641 Who Is the Demon

"Master Shengzi, are you looking for me?"

In the main hall, a disciple of Xianxuanzong dressed in a long robe bowed to Ling Xiao, with a look of doubt and surprise on his face.

In his capacity, not to mention being summoned by the Holy Son alone, even if he took a second look, it would be a supreme honor.

Just, quite suddenly, this Immortal Sect disciple suddenly felt like reaching the sky in one step.

Could it be that my immortal journey has just begun?

"What's your name? Forget it, it's too much trouble."

Ling Xiao's eyes were clear, and he shook his head immediately, walking to the side of the young man, his eyes suddenly became bright.

"I…"

The Xianzong disciple didn't even react, he felt his body lighten, and his life seemed to be sublimated at this time.

"The young master of the Eight Parts, who should be the first to kill? Forget it, count the soldiers and generals, and whoever... dies."

Ling Xiao casually threw the disciple's body into the domain, and a mess of memory images flashed in his mind, and finally it was fixed on a resolute and dark face.

"It's just you, the young master of the Yu Xun Department, Yu Ze? Who told you...you have a black face."

There was an evil flash in Ling Xiao's eyes, and his figure disappeared in place in an instant.

Xianxuan Ancient Sect, the moonlight is cool and thin.

Between the ancient trees, the forest and the sea, there is an aura quietly rippling.

But at this time, under the moonlight, a figure was hidden in the dark, easily avoiding the disciples guarding the mountain, and appeared in front of a palace in the back mountain.

Most of the people who can come to the Immortal Xuanzong today are the well-known Tianjiao monsters in southern Xinjiang.

Among them, headed by the eight young masters, each is heroic.

However, whether it is Tianjiao evildoer or the young master of the ancient department, compared with Ling Xiao, they are all worthless.

"Is Young Master Yuze here?"

Ling Xiao stood in front of the main hall, his face covered with a fairy glow, and his tone was extremely calm.

"Who is outside the hall?"

Soon, a powerful voice came from the hall, and then, the door of the hall opened wide, and a strong young man with his upper body naked came out frowning.

The next moment, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.

"It's... Lord Son? I don't know why the Son visited late at night?"

"God general rank nine, no luck."

Ling Xiao sighed secretly in his heart, but there was a blood moon floating in his eyes.

In just a moment, the look on Yuze's face completely froze.

Then, he followed Ling Xiao closely and walked towards the hall.

Although people in the devil's way may not be as cruel as the world imagines.

But since it is a layout, what Ling Xiao has to do is naturally to convince people that people are killed by demons.

Therefore, when Ling Xiao's figure walked out of the hall, a strong bloody aura had already permeated the entire hall.

At this moment, on the floor in the hall, Yuze was covered in blood, with his head in a different place.

Even the limbs were neatly cut off by the sharp blade and placed aside.

And the skin on his body is not complete, and his appearance is simply inhumane.

No matter how you look at it, such a method of killing does not seem to be done by a decent person.

Xianxuanzong, there is a demon! !

"Little Lord!!!"

In the early morning of the next day, a mournful cry suddenly came from the ancient mountain of Xianxuan.

In the entire Xianxuanzong, countless powerful auras fell from the sky, wrapping the Yuze sleeping hall layer by layer.

Ling Xiao's figure walked out of the hall, looked up at the blue sky, with a gentle smile on his lips.

The chess game begins, and what he has to do is to be a righteous leader who supports justice and is determined to eliminate demons.

As for the final question, whether this demon is Qin Chu or Feng Ruge, it depends on who... who is more useful.

"what happened?"

Ling Xiao's figure descended from the sky and landed in front of the hall.

Behind him, Han Qingqiu and Huahua followed closely.

"Holy Son! You are here."

Sect Master Xianxuan bowed slightly, and gave Hua Hua a meaningful look.

Ever since Ling Xiao arrived that day, he had felt a ray of evil spirit in this girl.

Obviously, this heroic looking girl is in the form of a monster.

Of course, if there had been monsters with transformed forms going up the mountain in the past, he would have questioned them clearly and even... killed them in one fell swoop.

But, they follow the Son.

Maybe it's a mount or... a pet!

"What happened?"

Ling Xiao frowned, with some surprise in his eyes.

"Holy Son... the young master of the Yu Xun Department... was killed last night!"

Sect Master Xianxuan sighed lightly, his expression extremely serious.

Nonsense, can you not be serious!

To be able to kill people under his nose with such a cruel method, isn't this a slap in the face to him?

Besides, now that the Holy Son is on the mountain, this clearly tells the Holy Son that Helian Mountain... is incompetent?

"What! Who did it?!"

Ling Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, he raised his foot and walked into the hall, seeing the blood stains flowing all over the floor, his footsteps trembled quietly.

"What a cruel method!!"

"Holy Son! I suspect... there are demons lurking in my Immortal Xuanzong!"

At this time, Helian Shan didn't dare to hide anything anymore.

This method of killing is obviously not done by the righteous way, it must be a frenzied demon.

However, why he killed Yuze remains to be confirmed.

Being able to quietly wipe out a god general ninth grade young master of the ancient tribe, this demon's cultivation base,

It must have surpassed the gods and even higher.

"Is there a demon?!"

Hearing this, the faces of everyone in the palace changed instantly.

What kind of demon has the guts to challenge Xianxuanzong and the majesty of the Son?

But, inexplicably, doubt suddenly flashed in Feng Yuanyang's eyes.

There is a demon in Xianxuan Mountain, he knows it.

Qin Chu!

The disciples jointly taught by the six great demons have terrifying and weird methods, so it is not a big problem to kill a general.

It's just that it shouldn't be.

Although the six demons practice magic skills and act recklessly, they are not cruel and merciless.

Otherwise, he would not have changed his view on demons back then, and walked with the six of them.

"Check! Check all the people who have hatred against this young master of the ancient department! I don't believe that there are demons who can come and go freely on Xianxuan Mountain."

Ling Xiao snorted coldly, then turned to look at Qin Chu in the crowd.

But at this time, the young man's face was slightly pale, and he seemed hesitant to speak.

Should it be, should I tell the Holy Son that the devil...is not necessarily a bad person?

At the very least, my six masters are free-spirited, kind-hearted people.

And with the character and vision of Shengzi Ling Xiao, it shouldn't be so narrow, right?

Perhaps it was the work of a demon?

"Yes!"

Immediately, Xianxuanzong was in a mess, and all the young Tianjiao gathered in groups, obviously fearing that they would be killed by the devil after being alone.

For three days in a row, Xianxuanzong was completely shrouded in a layer of cloud.

But when everyone gradually relaxed their vigilance, thinking that Yuze's killing might be a simple vendetta, another young master of the ancient tribe was killed by Ling Chi, and his body was covered with nine hundred and thirty-seven sword wounds.

In this way, the identity of this murderous demon has shrunk a bit.

This demon is a sword demon with terrifying sword skills! !

On the seventh peak.

Ling Xiao sat at the stone table, sipping the tea in his cup.

Beside him, Feng Ruge sat on the ground, fiddling with a burning firewood in front of him with jade hands.

"Young master, who is that murderous demon?"

At this time, her eyes were clear and puzzled, and it was obvious that she also felt a hint of conspiracy in her heart.

"It's hard to say. The real devil in this world hides his body and looks docile. He is really scheming. This devil may be me, or it may... be you."

Ling Xiao put down the teacup and sighed leisurely, but Feng Ruge's pretty face froze instantly, and the firewood in his hand snapped at the sound.