Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

Chapter 157: This wave of self-torture has attracted Junior Sister

The demon clan's chief priest's face turned pale. He knew that the immortal in front of him had the ability to change the world. If the seal failed, the consequences would be disastrous.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner fear, and slowly walked towards Immortal Master Fuguang.

"Your Excellency, please." The high priest's voice trembled, but he tried his best to remain calm.

Yu Fengxue snorted coldly, his eyes filled with a hint of sarcasm that pierced the high priest's heart.

He knew that this scene had to be acted realistically in order to make Qin Muyue feel deeper sympathy and dependence on him.

"Let's start." Yu Fengxue said lightly. He unbuttoned his outer robe, and the remaining inner garment was made of Tiancan silk without any special concealing formation.

The high priest took out the Immortal-Slaying Dagger, and a strange light flashed in his vertical pupils. His sight penetrated the clothes and went straight under the skin, revealing the Immortal's meridians.

He quickly aimed at the most important meridian on the Immortal Venerable's lower back. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them suddenly. The Immortal-Slaying Dagger in his hand, with a cold light, pierced straight into the Immortal Venerable's lower back.

Yu Fengxue frowned slightly. He could feel the cold blade piercing into his skin, penetrating his muscles and reaching his meridians.

The pain spread throughout his body like an electric current, but his face remained indifferent. Only beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down, indicating that he was not feeling relaxed.

The moment his meridians were severed, the immortal power in Yu Fengxue's body was like a river that was cut off, instantly losing its flow path. His body swayed slightly, but he quickly stabilized himself.

The pain at this moment was for a longer-term plan and also to let Qin Muyue see his sacrifice.

The high priest turned pale with fear, fearing that Immortal Master Fu Guang would suddenly jump up and beat him to death. He knew that there was no turning back in this gamble, so he could only bite the bullet and continue to sever the meridians of this white evil star.

The cold light of the Jiexian dagger flashed again, and the high priest's hands were shaking, but he knew that he had no way out.

The second knife, the third knife... every time the blade cut, it seemed like it was passing through Yu Fengxue's heart.

The young man's immortal power was running wild in his body, like a trapped beast, unable to find a way out.

Yu Fengxue's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his lips were tightly pursed, and every breath seemed to be a struggle against the pain.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He knew he couldn't fall down. He wanted to let Qin Muyue see that he could endure everything for her.

As the last meridian was severed, Yu Fengxue's body shook violently.

His immortal power was completely out of control, his face turned pale, and immortal blood kept flowing out from the corners of his mouth.

"Okay, I've agreed to your terms." Although Yu Fengxue's voice was weak and blood was dripping on his hands, he held his own blood and continued to question coldly and calmly: "Now, take me to see Qin Muyue."

The high priest did not dare to look directly into Yu Fengxue's eyes. He knew the sacrifice of this immortal. He whispered, "Immortal, please follow me."

Yu Fengxue stood up slowly. Every step he took felt like he was stepping on the tip of a knife. Waves of severe pain spread through his internal organs.

But his back remained straight and double images appeared before his eyes.

He had only one thought in his mind, which was to meet Qin Muyue, let her see his dedication, and let her heart be moved by him.

All the people present, whether they were from the demon clan, monster clan or ghost clan, were shocked by the Immortal Lord's love-loving mind that was willing to risk his life.

In front of the formation, a shadow that tore through the void appeared, amidst the ghostly energy that gushed out like the howling of ghosts and wolves.

A ghostly figure appeared with a sinister mist, and the lord of the ghost realm, Emperor Xihuang, appeared at this opportunity.

There was a sneer of disdain on the corner of the mouth of Emperor Xihuang under his white beard. He learned that the seven important meridians of the Immortal Venerable had been severed and he no longer posed any threat to the three tribes.

His voice was cold and piercing: "It's really lively, I shouldn't be late, right?"

Hua Xinfeng's expression changed again and again. He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calm: "Emperor Xihuang, you came at the right time."

The demon tribe was walking on a tightrope, trying to trick the Immortal Lord into proclaiming his power. The demon tribe's high priest's dagger had severed the Immortal Lord's meridians for the first time in ten thousand years.

The Western Desolate Emperor smiled contemptuously, and his eyes swept across Hua Xinfeng like a sharp blade: "You don't welcome me, do you want to be an enemy of the ghost world?"

Lady Ying frowned. She knew how difficult it was for the Western Emperor to deal with. She said in a cold voice, "Western Emperor, you have misunderstood. The great cause of the Three Realms cannot afford to make mistakes. I only ask that the Western Emperor continue to cooperate with us."

The Western Wilderness Emperor laughed loudly, his laughter was full of arrogance and disdain: "Yingnu Jun, you are still so naive. This world has always respected the strong. Jun Yuzheng's life and the world of immortal cultivation, I want them all!"

Jimo Hou showed a trace of worry on his face. He said in a deep voice: "Emperor Xihuang, our expedition has not yet been successful. Let's break the formation first. It is still unknown who will win the battle between the Immortal Lord and the Immortal Cultivation World."

Yun Zhihe had a face full of forbearance and a dark look in his eyes. He said in a deep voice, "Father, your presence will only make the situation more complicated. You should step back and let your son handle it."

The Western Wilderness Emperor blew a palm wind on Yun Zhihe's face and scolded: "Did the Emperor let you speak? Since you are a subject, take care of yourself!"

Yun Zhihe turned his face to the side, with five bloodstains on his face. He raised his sleeve and slowly wiped the bloodstains, bowed his head and apologized. "Your son is terrified."

The corner of the Demon Lord's mouth curled up in a sneer. He touched his beloved magic sword and couldn't wait to unleash his mighty power on the demon clan and the Emperor of Western Wasteland.

Although Yu Fengxue was injured, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and his voice was so cold that ice chips flew off: "Emperor Xihuang, today, I don't care what your purpose is, but if you dare to hurt Qin Muyue, I, Fuguang Immortal Venerable, will never let you go."

A trace of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the Western Desolate Emperor. He looked at Yu Fengxue coldly: "Fuguang Immortal Venerable? Do you think you are still the high and mighty Immortal Venerable? Today, I want to see how big a wave you, the injured Immortal Venerable, can still stir up."

The atmosphere became more tense and a big war was about to break out.

Suddenly, a fairy boat flew over, and Hua Chao, along with the demon cultivators, Lu Yaoguang from the Wanjian Sect, and disciples from the Wuji Fairy Sect suddenly appeared.

Hua Chao drew his sword at the bow, his eyes like lightning, sweeping over the two leaders of Hua Xinfeng and the Dream Devouring Alliance. His voice was like a bell, echoing on the battlefield: "Hua Xinfeng, Marquis Jimo, I am the legitimate successor to the Demon King. The days of you usurping my throne are over!"

Lu Yaoguang of the Wanjian Sect was full of vigor and vitality, with a light in his eyes like a wolf shooting at the sky, and his sword pointing at the country.

He stood beside Hua Chao, the long sword in his hand flashing with cold light, his words were concise and powerful: "Today, my Wanjian Sect is the orthodox sect of the Demon King, we will defeat the disobedient and build a Jingguan!"

Yan Shiyin thought about it and wanted to say something harsh, but what he said on behalf of Wuji Xianzong was: "Return Qin Muyue, the proud daughter of our Wuji Xianzong, and I will spare your lives!"

Liu Ruyan stood behind the three brothers and whispered, "Brother Lu is indeed a ruthless practitioner. What a cruel remark. Brother Yan's words make the most sense."

She grabbed the Mu Xue Sword and leaned under the boat, shouting, "You bunch of monsters, give my sister back to me!"

The top leaders of the three tribes below just happened to be a group of monsters and demons, and for a moment they felt powerless to refute.