Chapter 271
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In the distance, the Demon Palace was filled with the sound of drums and gongs. Rows of bright red lanterns lit up the sky.
The sound of music, the voice of the emcee, and the sound of blessings could be heard. Then, silence gradually fell. Scarlet satin fluttered all over the Demon Palace. Night fell.
Xu Qingyue stood on top of the mountain. She unsheathed the long sword on her back. Her eyes were slightly red. She couldn't help but want to rush into the huge, dark Demon Palace and save her old friend.
"Don't be rash." Chen Weiyuan's hoarse voice came from behind her.
Xu Qingyue turned around and saw Chen Weiyuan slowly pushing a wheelchair over. Him? His limbs were broken, and his beard was unshaven. He was in a sorry state. His narrow eyes looked at the Demon Palace in the distance. Could he see anything? His expression.
However, the hand holding the wheelchair was clenched so tightly that blood was seeping out.
"My soul and body are damaged. Although I used the Soul Converging Pill to recover, I can't hold on for too long. We can't do without you to set up the Immemorial Demon Refining Formation."
Chen Weiyuan said in a hoarse voice.
"Don't do useless things. You'll alert the enemy. If you can't bear to do something small … you'll mess up the big plan."
Xu Qingyue's eyes turned red as she said, "Then could it be that you're just going to watch as Fellow Daoist Ye suffers such humiliation and is insulted and offended by your own personal disciple?"
Chen Weiyuan looked at the Demon Palace coldly. His expression was twisted, but he still said, "Qingyue … don't act rashly."
"The formation isn't complete. The person we're waiting for hasn't arrived yet. If you go now, you'll be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. You won't be able to save Yun Lan. Instead, you'll get yourself killed."
Xu Qingyue's hand holding the sword trembled.
"So, we're just going to watch?"
Chen Weiyuan gritted his teeth. His body was trembling.
He slowly tasted blood between his teeth.
"Yes," he said. With difficulty, he said, "But now … we can only watch."
Tenzong.
Cloud Gazing Peak.
Helan Ze stood outside the Yuntian Palace. He looked at the lightning falling from the sky with fear.
The entire Yuntian Palace was shaking. This scene had already continued for three days and nights.
Ever since he came to the Heavenly Cloud Palace to report about the wedding in the Devil Palace, the Heavenly Cloud Palace where the Sect Master resided began to undergo the Heavenly Tribulation.
Such a huge Lightning Tribulation, he? I have never seen it before in my life. He was worried and irritated. He was afraid that the Sect Master would not be able to pass the tribulation smoothly. He was also afraid that the Sect Master would be too heavily injured after the tribulation and would not be able to help.
It was already the seventh of September. Helan Ze looked at him. In the west, in the direction of the Infernal domain. The distance from the East Continent to the Demon's Domain required a Mahayana Realm cultivator to ride on the sword for ten days. It was too late now.
The guilt in his heart deepened.
Once again, he deeply hated his own strength.
What? Eldest Senior Brother Tenzong, a peerless genius? But time and time again, he couldn't even protect the people he loved.
At this moment in the Demon Palace.
Inside the bamboo house.
The red candle on the table burned quietly.
Everything around him felt hazy and dazed.
Ye Yunlan was lying on the bed. Her pure white hair was spread out like snow. Her bright red wedding dress was bright and beautiful.
Him? He was drunk. His cheeks were slightly red. His golden eyes were unfocused. After soaking in the incense for a few days, his entire body was as soft as water.
The Demon Lord was holding him? Her hand slowly caressed his cheek. It was as if she was caressing a piece of soft and hot snow.
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