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Chapter 221: Damn it, my disciple is the Demon Lord 40

After the spell was finished, Shi Qing's body swayed slightly, and his face turned pale. The blood in his throat boiled and he spat it out.

He stood in the ice circle in shock, his cold eyes swept across the bright red on the ground, and he sneered with his arms folded.

"I thought you were very capable, but a small formation made you look so miserable. Tsk."

Shi Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth without caring, his eyes flickering, "It's fine as long as it's useful. Since Lord Demon has great magical powers, why don't you come out first?"

She walked straight up the stairs without looking back.

Jingrong tapped his fingers lightly, and the evil spirit disappeared when it touched the ice chain. His contemptuous expression finally changed a little. He stretched out his hand to touch it, and the frost immediately climbed onto his skin.

He paused, and his inquiring eyes passed through the gap and fell on the woman from a distance.

Without turning around, Shi Qing knew that the cold gaze behind him was from him. He flipped through the desk and found only a storage bag under a pile of books.

After searching the hall for a while, he still couldn't find the ring containing the sword of gods and demons.

He tied the bag, walked quickly to the chain cage, and got straight to the point: "Where are my things?"

Her face was solemn, the smile and calmness in her eyes had faded, and her whole body was as sharp as a knife, flashing with cold light.

His startled eyes swept across the chains around him, and he leisurely took out a light blue ring from his bosom and asked teasingly, "You mean, this one?"

As soon as he took it out, the chains around it rolled it up at lightning speed and handed it to Shi Qing obediently and respectfully.

She took it, checked it, confirmed it was correct, and put it on her ring finger.

The contrast between green and pink is like a tender leaf in the snow, simple and elegant in the extreme.

She opened her five fingers to admire them for a few seconds, then raised her eyes and raised her eyebrows: "Thank you."

The tone of voice was upward and smiling, with obvious sarcasm.

Jingrong bit his back teeth and sneered, "Aren't you worried about that weed?"

Although the Star Dragon Grass was not aggressive, it had a strong ability to hide and escape. Moreover, the Demon Lord had no grudge against it, so he would not embarrass a single blade of grass.

Instead of worrying about it, it is better to think about how to escape first.

This formation was something she learned from that ancient book. It used her blood as the medium, and the longer it was maintained, the more disadvantageous it would become.

Therefore, Shi Qing ignored his words and walked towards the palace gate.

Seeing her turn around and leave without hesitation, Jingrong's heart suddenly became panicked, and he blurted out loudly:

"Lin Zhou is not dead!"

However, the man only stopped for a moment, then pushed the door open and left.

Luo Sha, who had been guarding outside the hall, heard the noise and stood up instantly. "How are you? Did the Demon Lord hurt you?"

His eyes passed over her and when he caught a glimpse of the man trapped in the hall, he immediately retracted his gaze in fear and quietly moved to the side, pretending not to see him.

"It's okay." Shi Qing shook his head. "Where is the exit?"

Luosha pointed to the right confidently, "Southeastward, but there's Jiayan over there. He's a very difficult person to deal with. If you really can't make it, go through the north gate. But be careful, there's..."

The sound of ice and snow breaking interrupted her words. Shi Qing hurriedly thanked her, circulated her spiritual power and ran towards the north.

Luosha's eyes widened slightly, and the next second, a tall figure appeared in front of her, and asked through gritted teeth: "Where did she go?"

Luosha immediately pointed to the southeast.

A gust of wind passed by, and she was the only one left outside the hall.

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Jingrong was very fast and chased all the way to the east gate, but there was no trace of him.

When Jia Yan saw him, he stepped forward respectfully and saluted, "Greetings, Master Demon."

"What about her?"

Jia Yan raised his head in confusion, looked at Jing Rong and thought for a long time, then hesitantly asked, "Master Demon, are you talking about the woman Luo Sha brought back?"

He nodded in surprise, "Did she go this way?"

"I have never seen it."

If not this side, then the only option is the north gate near Beiwulin. That side is remote and few people go there, so the defense is the weakest.

After figuring it out, Jingrong turned around and chased towards the north gate without stopping.

After a while, Shi Qing arrived at the north gate without any obstruction. The gate was dilapidated and locked, with bricks and rubble protruding around it, and it was as desolate and gloomy as a cemetery.

After breaking open the gate, there was a dense bamboo forest outside.

The bamboo branches are as white as jade, while the leaves are a bright red. There are glowing flowers growing on the ground, one next to the other, filled with a faint fragrance, quiet and eerie.

Soon, a very aggressive strange aura appeared not far behind him. Shi Qing turned back suddenly and found that the Demon Lord had indeed caught up with him.

She shuddered for no apparent reason, gritted her teeth and walked in.

Jingrong hesitated for half a second, then confidently chased after him. The two of them shuttled quickly through the bamboo forest, with bamboo leaves fluttering in the wind. After circling for a long time, neither could touch the other.

Due to excessive consumption of spiritual energy, his body was panting and his limbs were aching. Shi Qing simply summoned the Zhixue Sword and was about to fly with the sword when he suddenly found that his spiritual energy was extremely sluggish.

Shi Qing seemed to realize something and lowered his eyes to look at his powerless right wrist.

A look of shock slowly approached, the joints of the raised hand were distinct, the sharp eyes were like a weapon, and his cold gaze was fixed on Shi Qing.

"Why don't you run away?"

The tone was like teasing a runaway kitten, nonchalant yet with a subtle annoyance.

The wrist bone that had just healed with spiritual power broke again. The heart-piercing pain paralyzed the heart and spread to all parts of the body. Shi Qing's lips turned pale and bloodless.

She raised her eyelids tiredly, "Master Demon has good tactics."

If she ran again, the evil spirit would run rampant and she would lose her hand. Although she didn't have much time left, she didn't want her hand to be crippled for no reason.

Ignoring the sarcasm in her words, he smiled with satisfaction, "I almost forgot about it."

He was about to get closer when suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and the flowers on the ground exploded into round balls, emitting bursts of rich fragrance.

Since he came in, Jingrong had been setting up a shielding technique, and the gas did not touch him at all.

When Shi Qing realized something was wrong, holding his breath was useless because the smell had already penetrated into his body.

My consciousness gradually lost control, and in my swaying vision, the scarlet bamboo leaves stood out. Untimely, I thought of the red spider lily in the secret realm.

Jingrong saw that her eyes were dazed and she approached slowly and leisurely. Unexpectedly, at the last moment, Qing suddenly pounced on him with cold spiritual power, breaking the defense in an instant.

The woman was full of the scent of Polygonatum odoratum flowers. The moment their bodies touched, his clothes were stained with the scent. The fragrance filled the air and her body gradually went limp.

While Shi Qing was still somewhat conscious, Jingrong took the unconscious Shi Qing and quickly left the bamboo forest until they landed on an open space. He could no longer hold on and fell heavily to the ground.

The moon was bright and clear. The two of them fell on the grass. The tall and handsome man still held the woman's wrist tightly and refused to let go.