Chapter 290
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He smiled calmly at him.
Ye Yunlan said, "It's you. You colluded with Demon King Xiao."
Chen Weiyuan continued smiling. "Yunlan, I don't know what you're talking about."
Ye Yunlan said coldly, "You're crazy." Chen Weiyuan had memories from his past life, so it was impossible for him not to know what Demon King Xiao was like. He was a terrifying existence, yet he dared to collude with a tiger. He was completely crazy and did not even care about the safety of the human race.
Chen Weiyuan said, "I know you were imprisoned by the Demon Lord for too long and your mind is in a mess. How hateful that my body was shattered by the Demon Lord's sword back then, and my Divine Soul is only now? I was able to return to the world, but I was unable to save you in time. Fortunately, you're fine now. Yunlan, you should rest for a while. As for the Demon Lord, leave him to us? Let's deal with him. "
The other cultivators behind him echoed his sentiments.
"Yes, Immortal Lord. You should rest well. Leave the Demon Lord to us, right? Just do it. "" Immortal Lord, rest at ease. "" Immortal Lord, just rest. We'll protect this place. "
Ye Yunlan listened and found it absurd.
Since when did outsiders have the right to interfere in the matters between him and the Demon Lord? Chen Weiyuan was full of lies. Were those people just like that? Did they believe him?
He wanted to push them away and walk out of the tent.
However, he heard Chen Weiyuan say meaningfully, "Yunlan, they all came for you. The injuries they suffered were also all because of you. No matter what, they do not wish for you to fall into the hands of the Demon Lord. "
Ye Yunlan stopped in front of the tent.
The people outside the tent had already surrounded it. Their burning gazes were focused on him. They all had bleeding wounds on their bodies. Their gazes were filled with fervor and desire.
However, Ye Yunlan recalled that many years ago, when he walked the world wearing a ghost mask, everyone looked at him in fear. God. Noisy curses. Same? So noisy.
They all seemed to be the same? Yes. He thought.
In the boundless mortal world, most people were only willing to believe in their own thoughts. They were only willing to pursue their desires.
Ye Yunlan closed his eyes. Dao.
"I'm with the Demon Lord. Is it love? There's no need to force. Step aside. "
The noisy surroundings suddenly became quiet.
The way those people looked at him? The gods had changed.
Some confusion, some anger, more? Most of them were in disbelief. Someone said, "Immortal Lord Ye, how can you abandon yourself! That demonic creature has killed countless people and is covered in filth. How can it be worthy of your celestial beauty? "Someone cursed angrily." I heard someone say thirty? Many years have passed, and the Immortal Monarch has long been subdued by the Demon Lord. I didn't believe it, but now it seems that I was wrong. "" How can you be called a disciple of the Dao Sect if you associate yourself with the Devil and help the Devil? "
The place was bustling with activity.
Ye Yunlan didn't want to explain a single word.
In this way? Given the current situation, he didn't give himself any leeway.
Just like in his previous life, he had chosen to be with the Demon Lord. All living beings, even until the end of their lives, he would obey? He did not regret it.
"Yunlan, you've been imprisoned for too long. Have you been blinded by the Devil?" Chen Weiyuan sighed and said, "We can't let you destroy the formation and save the Demon Lord. You can stay here and wait. Isn't it good to have everything settled down? "
Among the crowd gathered around the tent, the people who had sworn that they were here to save and protect him also began to speak one after another.
"Immortal Lord, please think twice before you act." "The Demon Lord has been wreaking havoc for a long time. You've just been blinded by him for a while. As long as you can turn back in time, we won't blame you. "" We're here to eliminate the Devil. Please don't stop us. "
Ye Yunlan looked at them coldly. He looked at these people.
Many in the crowd had already drawn their swords. It seemed that no matter what, they would stop him here today.
Ye Yunlan had no sword by his side.
So he could only raise his hand.
But before he could, someone drew his sword and blocked in front of him.
This person was also a sword cultivator at the Mahayana stage. His sword intent was clear and awe-inspiring, and the people around him trembled.
Chen Weiyuan's expression changed slightly.
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