A week ago, Yan Cheng had already rushed back to Qicheng from Nancheng and brought his son Yan Feng's body back to Fengyu Sect's ancestral hall.

It was also the night when Yan Cheng returned to the Fengyu Sect that Xuan Ye came to the door.

Report to the sect leader that Gu Ying's location in Qicheng had been found, but... a disciple of the Fengyu Sect clasped his fists to Yan Cheng in the hall and said that he had always been responsible for this line about Gu Ying.

But what? Yan Cheng asked in a deep voice with his eyes closed.

However, the guy has been mingling with Mu Yashu from Nancheng now, and it seems that the two have a good relationship. The disciple said, very afraid of him in his words.

Yan Cheng gently tapped the armrest of the Grand Master's chair beside him and murmured: Mu Yashu... It's the Nancheng City Lord's Mansion again... If this matter really involves the Nancheng City Lord's Mansion, what should we do?

After all, even if Yan Cheng is eager to take revenge, he has to consider his own weight. He wants to take revenge in front of a powerful man in the Void Realm? That's not the difference between dying!

Uh...ah! Just as Master Yan was in deep thought, the disciple's scream came from ahead.

Yan Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and saw the disciple crawling on the ground, covering himself with a ferocious face, looking very painful.

What's wrong with you? Yan Cheng frowned and asked, and saw waves of purple aura emanating from the disciple, and pieces of meat were bulging on his back, as if something was about to come out of his body.

The door... The master... Save me... Listening to Yan Cheng's shouting, the disciple stretched out his hand towards him, exuding several syllables intermittently.

Puff... Before Yan Cheng could react, the disciple in front of him exploded in front of him, and the scene seemed extremely bloody. At the same time, a figure sat up from the disciple's position just now, bathed in this bloody color, and bursts of purple mist surrounded him, looking very evil.

You...Who are you? Yan Cheng was so shocked by this sudden situation that he took a step back, and even the questioning voice became a little trembling.

Master Yan, the slave felt the call in your heart, so he came. A strange voice came from the purple mist, making it difficult to tell the difference between men and women. The graceful figure sat on the corpse of the disciple, with a slight stunning sense of pus.

When the purple mist gradually dissipated, Yan Cheng could see clearly the appearance of the visitor. It was a male face that was so delicate that countless women were eclipsed. The bright red blood covered his whole body. The purple eyes only glanced lightly, which made Yan Cheng feel trembling all over.

Seeing Yan Cheng looking at him, the man stretched his waist and showed his perfect figure curves. Although he was a man, he seemed to know how to show off his coquettishness better than a woman.

Why did Master Yan keep staring at me? Could it be that he wanted to be with me... Hehehe, the man smiled evilly, raised his hand and stretched out his tongue to lick it on his white jade-like wrist, looking very charming.

Are you... Demon Sect?! Yan Cheng felt the aura that was completely different from other cultivators on the other side, and immediately guessed the other side's identity.

Haha, it seems that although my Demon Sect was destroyed, he still had a bit of reputation. The man spread his slender and skinny palms and kept looking at him, like a woman who loves beauty.

Humph, what are the remnants of the Demon Cult come to my Fengyu Sect? Yan Cheng drank that his attitude towards the entire Wanshoujiang of the Demon Cult is shared with the enemy. Naturally, Yan Cheng would not give the other party a good face. Even if the other party is stronger than him, so what? It's too big to die.

However, the most powerful thing about the Demon Sect is not only their cultivation, but also their ability to bewitch people. The man raised his lips slightly and said: Why should Master Yan hate us so much? The root cause is that we are still a family. How ugly is it to say one by one?

Humph, who is a family with you? If your Demon Sect wants to establish his authority with my Fengyu Sect, let’s do it now. Although you have a high level of cultivation, I, Yan Cheng, promised that even if I die, I would bite off a piece of your flesh! Yan Cheng shouted softly, pulled out his sword and pointed it at the strange man.

Ouch... Master Yan Sect, don't be excited. How could the noble son be considered as our Demon Sect during his lifetime? Why should we attract this big water to the Dragon King Temple? The man said slowly, and the charming voice filled the lobby for a long time.

What did you say? Yan Cheng shouted in surprise, his heart skipped a beat, but then he calmed down and said: I have heard that the people of the Demon Sect are good at attacking their minds, and now it seems that this is true!

The man smiled when he heard this, stood up and walked towards Yan Cheng. His tall body twisted and twisted like a circular silver snake.

Yan Cheng held the long sword and looked at the man's movements vigilantly. Every time the other party took, his heartbeat seemed to be half a beat slower, and his depressed breath made him feel very uncomfortable.

Is it true? Is it true that the leader of Yan Sect will go with his slave family to see it? The man walked to Yan Cheng and suddenly turned into a ball of purple mist and wrapped Yan Cheng up.

Yan Cheng was not willing to submit, and waved the long sword in his hand and began to slash around. If Gu Ying was here, it would not be difficult to see that Yan Cheng was using their Fengyu Sect's top sword technique, the Wanxiang Fengyu Sword.

However, in this purple mist, no matter how Yan Cheng resisted, it was like chopping the air. Apart from the purple mist, there was no sign of the man around him.

When the fog dissipated again, Yan Cheng found that he had come to his ancestral hall. In front of him was the wooden coffin containing the body of his son Yan Feng. However, the lid of the wooden coffin had been lifted open, and Yan Feng's broken and rotten corpse appeared in front of him again. Then the man stood on the other end of the wooden coffin, looking at the scenery inside the coffin as if he was enjoying a work of art.

I'll fight with you! Seeing the other party being so disrespectful to his beloved son, Yan Cheng was furious and didn't care about the other party's cultivation level. He raised his sword and rushed towards the strange man.

The strange man waved his hand, and a ball of purple mist surrounded Yan Cheng again, and then directly lifted him into the air. The man looked at the Master Yan in the air and said lightly: Master Yan is a little restless, I am just here to perform a farewell ceremony with my Demon Sect disciples.

Then the man stretched out his hand into the coffin and saw that he had blew black mist from Yan Feng's lower abdomen, and the aura was exactly the same as the aura emitted from the strange man.

Yan Cheng widened his eyes in the air and murmured in a daze: This... This is impossible! You must be framed by our family style!

The strange man snorted and waved the black mist he had drawn towards Yan Cheng. The black mist slowly floated in front of Yan Cheng's eyes, and some pictures began to flow in his eyes.

Enter my Demon Sect, that eldest lady is yours. Yan Cheng heard a voice, and in front of him was a dwarf man wearing a cloak. This time, he restored the scenes of the past through some means by the strange man.

Take this seriously? Yan Cheng suddenly made a sound from his mouth. After hearing this sound, Yan Chengxin was completely raised to his throat, because he was very familiar with the sound, and it was from his son... Yan Feng!

The picture flashed in Yan Cheng's eyes like a lantern, and he witnessed everything he did in the Kongnan Mountains from Yan Feng's first perspective, watching him collude with the Demon Cult, watching him chase and kill Nancheng's eldest daughter Mu Yashu, and watching him... die under the sword of a young man.

This is impossible... This is impossible! Yan Cheng kept repeating this sentence. He couldn't believe that his son was actually colluding with the Demon Sect, and the one who was chasing the eldest lady from the Lord of Nancheng City. He wanted to avenge his son, but he never thought that he was tied to the ship of the Demon Sect. If this matter was spread, his Fengyu Sect would be the enemy of the whole world.

Is it true? Is it true that Master Yan himself combined the information he has collected over the past few days? The strange man said.

Indeed, Yan Cheng has collected a lot of fragmented information during this period. Now he has compared what he sees to it. Whether it is true or false, he naturally has a certainty in his heart.

Master Yan, if the news of the noble son becoming a demon spreads the news, within one day, the gate of your Fengyu Sect will be trampled by those so-called famous and upright sects. The strange man said softly.

What do you want me to do? Yan Cheng gave up his struggle and asked dejectedly. As a superior, he naturally knew that the person in front of him had said so much to him, so he must have something to ask for.

The strange man smiled, and did not rush to speak, but waved his hand to sprinkle a purple mist on Yan Feng's body in the coffin. Then he saw that Yan Feng's already rotten body began to produce blood and flesh at this time, and his broken arms and limbs began to gradually recover.

In just one stick of incense, Yan Feng's body actually recovered as before, lying quietly in the coffin as if he was asleep.

After doing this, the strange man spoke again: After all, he was a member of the Demon Sect. You should be more decent. As for what the slave family wants Master Yan to do... The strange man came to Yan Cheng and whispered softly in front of him.

After hearing this, Yan Cheng widened his eyes and shouted: How different are you from destroying me?!

Master Yan Sect, since you have joined the Demon Sect, it has nothing to do with your Fengyu Sect. Instead of telling the world that Yan Cheng is possessed by demons, you might as well tell everyone by yourself. The man put his jade hand on Yan Cheng's shoulder and gently stroked his backbone and said: Anyway, your Fengyu Sect is also inseparable from my Demon Sect. Instead of destroying it in the hands of others, it is better to take it for yourself.

You have seven days to think about it, and I will greet you again. After the strange man finished speaking, he turned into a purple mist and dissipated into the Fengyu Sect's ancestral hall. The purple mist that bound Yan Cheng also dissipated with the man's disappearance.

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You... don't blame me... the whole Fengyu Sect... I am alone... it's enough...
Chapter completed!