The sickly fox demon is not easy to tease

Chapter 117: Disciple Does Not Regret

When mentioning Nan Xingchen, a hint of tenderness emerged in Sikong Wu Yue's cold eyes, and his words seemed to become softer.

Fusu felt fear in her heart when she saw the Demon Lord's gaze. After all these years, he was still so distant when talking to her.

Fusu looked up at the Demon Lord. He was a god in both the demon and monster worlds, so dazzling and unattainable, why did he fall in love with Nan Xingchen! ?

"Where are the Southern Star people?"

Sikong Wu Yue asked again, this time his tone was obviously a little colder.

Fusu collected his thoughts, walked to his side, and whispered, "Brother, I told that girl that you need to practice in seclusion for a few months at the least, or a few years at the most, but she couldn't wait and said she wanted to go back to that small country."

Sikong Wu Yue pursed his thin lips and shifted his gaze to the sea indifferently.

He always looked like this and never looked at her straight in the eye.

Fusu bit her lip. She had originally thought that he was a dull and cold person, but today she realized that she was wrong, very wrong.

She just never entered his heart, so he was indifferent to her.

She just didn't believe that she would lose to a young girl from a small country. Fusu rushed over and hugged Sikong Wu Yue from behind.

The voice choked with sobs: "Brother, you and I have been practicing together since we were young. We have been childhood sweethearts. Can tens of thousands of years of friendship not be compared to the few months between you and her?"

"I have been in charge of the demon and monster worlds for tens of thousands of years, and there are already laws in place. No demon can seduce the Lord. Anyone who violates the rules will be beaten back to his original form, and his soul will be sent to the netherworld hell, where he will suffer the cruel torture of purgatory for eternity. Junior sister, have you crossed the line?"

Sikong Wu Yue's voice was as cold as ice, without any emotion.

No one can withstand the power of the Demon Lord. Over the past tens of thousands of years, Sikong Wu Yue has executed many beauties who seduced the Lord.

In recent years, he has been able to live a peaceful and peaceful life without any emotions or desires.

Fusu was so frightened that his face turned pale. She reluctantly let him go, took two steps back, knelt down and begged for mercy: "It was Fusu who crossed the line. Please punish me, Your Majesty!"

Sikong Wu Yue slowly closed his eyes and said nothing more.

Suddenly, Sikong Wu Yue felt a sharp pain in his chest. He subconsciously covered his chest, his handsome face slightly gloomy.

It’s Nan Xingchen, she is in danger.

Sikong Wu Yue was about to leave when a voice rang in his ear: "Wu Yue, where are you going?"

"Master, she is in danger. I cannot stand by and watch."

The previous voice was suffocatingly cold, but this voice was filled with unbreakable emotions.

The old ancestor Chi Yan sighed deeply and said in a deep voice: "Wu Yue, since you call me Master, I have the right to discipline you. You have been bewitched by the witch, and I cannot bear to see you make a big mistake."

Sikong Wuyue looked up to the sky and let out a sad laugh: "Master, although I was born a demon, it is not wrong to be emotional. If you discipline me in this way, I will not obey."

"Not convinced? Ahem...?"

The old ancestor Chi Yan was furious. He covered his chest and coughed violently a few times, and even vomited blood.

Fusu cried, "Brother, do you know that Master used up half of his energy to save that woman last time? He was afraid that you would feel guilty, so he kept it a secret from you."

Patriarch Chiyan covered his chest, coughed twice, and said in a deep voice: "Wu Yue, if you don't care about your master's life or death, go ahead. If there is chaos in the demon and monster worlds in the future, you will be blamed!"

Sikong Wu Yue's body froze, and he felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave!

After a while, he pursed his lips and spoke slowly: "Master, I am willing to give up the position of Demon Lord. Please grant my wish."

The Red Flame Patriarch shouted angrily: "Evil beast!"

After he finished speaking, the Demon-Slaying Whip appeared in his hand, and he swung the Demon-Slaying Whip towards Sikong Wu Yue.

"Ahhh-"

All he heard was a woman's scream. Fusu used his body to block the whip for him and was knocked flying.

Her body fell into the Netherworld Sea, creating ripples. Fusu's cultivation was not as good as Sikong Wuyue's. He blocked a whip for him yesterday and blocked another whip today. This was already his limit.

hiss--

A large amount of blood spurted out of her throat and she covered her chest in pain.

The Red Flame Patriarch waved his palm and pulled Fusu out of the sea.

He glared at the Demon Lord and said angrily: "Wu Yue, as a demon, you must cut off all emotions and desires. The demon race has a long lifespan. If you feel lonely, let Fusu accompany you. Forget about that girl from a small country, and don't let your master be completely disappointed in you."

"Master..."

Sikong Wu Yue cried out mournfully towards the Nether Sea. In an instant, strong winds blew violently, thunder and lightning roared, and it was as terrifying as the end of the world.

The face of the Chiyan Patriarch changed drastically, and he warned: "Sikong Wuyue, you can't use your divine power recklessly?"

There was a crazy murderous intent surging in Sikong Wu Yue's deep eyes.

He clenched his hands tightly, his fingertips digging into the flesh, blood oozing out of his palms and dripping down through the dim light.

In the end, you can't do whatever you want.

There was a stalemate for a moment.

Suddenly, a bird's cry was heard in the air, and a phoenix flew over from a distance.

With a flash of her figure, Xi Feng revealed her true form.

He knelt down and saluted, "Your Majesty, I have something to report."

The man in the black robe, who was as tall as a mountain, pursed his thin lips, with deep emotions in his eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "What's the matter?"

Xi Feng replied, "Your Majesty, today the abyss barrier was loosened, and the beast Qiongqi escaped from the abyss, it seems..."

Sikong Wuyue asked: "Like what?"

Xi Feng continued, "There are bloodstains everywhere on the cliff. I picked this up and guessed that the woman Your Excellency brought back was killed and may have been eaten by Qiongqi."

After saying that, Xi Feng slowly spread out her palm, and a fox tail appeared.

Sikong Wuyue recognized that this was the tail of a civet cat. The civet cat was in trouble, and what about Xing'er! ?

It was as if someone had dug a piece of flesh out of the Demon Lord's heart, and a terrifying aura was overwhelming and pressing towards the Netherworld.

Suddenly, huge waves surged up in the sea.

He waved his palm, and the sea surface cracked, forming several large pits.

Seeing this, the Red Flame Ancestor quickly dissuaded him, “Wu Yue, if you use your divine power in vain again, you will surely suffer the pain of the heavenly thunder.”

Sikong Wu Yue lowered his eyes and looked at the golden totem on his wrist to make sure that his Xing'er was not dead.

He sneered and said, "If I can be with her, I am willing to endure the pain of heavenly thunder."

After saying this, he gathered spiritual power in his palm, and a beam of extremely cold light seemed to fall from the sky. In an instant, a thick layer of ice formed in the Netherworld Sea.

Several people were shocked.

Is Sikong Wuyue using his divine power to summon heavenly thunder?!

The old ancestor Chi Yan raised his head to the sky and sighed: "Wu Yue, you have disappointed me so much. If you are punished by the heavenly thunder, even if you don't die, half of your cultivation will be wasted..."

Sikong Wuyue smiled suddenly and said calmly: "Master, I have no regrets."

In an instant, dozens of purple lightning bolts appeared in the sky, rolling in the clouds. The purple light emitted by the lightning almost illuminated the entire Nether Coast.

Boom——

The powerful purple lightning struck directly towards Sikong Wu Yue, and Sikong Wu Yue's back was bent by this terrifying force.

I just felt the bones making a 'crackling' sound as they were crushed by the force.

Someone suddenly grabbed his throat, and he moved his lips a few times, but could hardly utter a word.

After a bolt of thunder, the surroundings fell into dead silence.

Rumbling--

A more powerful purple lightning bolt struck directly towards Sikong Wu Yue.