Offering Salted Fish To Master

The spiritual power on the Three Saints Mountain couldn’t be condensed, and staying there for a long time was a very depressing and painful thing for the cultivators, just like trapping a big fish in a shallow and visible puddle. Sima Jiao had been there for five hundred years. At this moment, he finally escaped the cage completely.

With the breaking of the iron chains and the shattering of the jade plaque, soaring spiritual power gushed out from the messy ruins below, and the dense and substantial spiritual aura enveloped the entire Three Saints Mountain like fog which gathered into a sea of ​​clouds. With such abundant aura, even a rookie like Liao Tingyan who didn’t know what cultivation was, subconsciously began to absorb the aura pouring into her body, and felt more comfortable than last time.

Several guys who were still alive in the court were shocked by this spirit.

The Three Saints Mountain was originally a spiritual mountain, and the aura was the most dense and pure. When Sima Jiao was trapped in the prison, some people tried their best to isolate the spiritual aura from this place. Those auras were diverted to other places in Gengchen Xianfu by underground. Now that Sima Jiao was out, how many people in Gengchen Xianfu’s interests would be destroyed?

However, this wasn’t the most serious thing. The most serious thing was that Sima Jiao was completely out. As he said before, he would definitely not let them go. It was ridiculous that many people thought in their hearts that Sima Jiao had been there for five hundred years, and that he was insane. Maybe he would be weak when he came out. When they all got together, they weren’t afraid that he couldn’t be suppressed.

More than half a month ago, the head wanted to temporarily appease him and sent many people of different minds to come in for temptation. Many people still didn’t take it seriously. They shouldn’t worry about the grudges others had many years ago. If it wasn’t a cause for concern, they were clearly wrong.

“Shizu Cizang, now that the Three Saints Mountain is destroyed. Why don’t you move to Baili Mountain for a temporary residence, and wait until the repair of this Three Saints Mountain is completed, and then you can come back?” A young looking man said as if nothing had happened.

The others scolded him as shameless. This person was in the same line and advocated attacking Sima Jiao. At this time, he stood up to express his position and take himself out so that the ancestor wouldn’t need to fight alone. He would gladly kill a few more people perfectly.

But Sima Jiao ignored them all. He stared at Liao Tingyan in his arms blankly.

In fact, they had noticed the woman in his arms before. It was just a matter of life and death, and they didn’t pay attention to her. In their eyes, she was probably just an ant. It was strange that an ant could attract their attention.

Only now, because of Sima Jiao’s weird silence, they subconsciously looked at the woman.

She was one of the hundred female disciples sent in before. These one hundred people were said to be selected from all branches, but in fact they had long been assigned places in each house. If she could come in, then it must be arranged by the big figure in some palace. It was just that the few people present didn’t know which force had sent this person who could live well to this day.

They glanced at the ruins under their feet. At this time, of the 100 people sent in, one was left alive. How could this person be capable of letting that cruel and bloodthirsty tyrant ancestor take her by his side to protect her? Could it be that this ancestor was attracted to this female disciple? Impossible, impossible. Thinking of what happened back then, they denied this speculation in their hearts.

If one day Sima Jiao could see a woman, it would really be the sun coming out from the west. It was absolutely impossible for the cultivators to marry a person from the Demon Realm.

Liao Tingyan felt several scorching gazes. She pretended not to feel it and held the ancestor’s waist stiffly.

“My waist is… thin?” Sima Jiao repeated this sentence for a long time.

This was a question, so Liao Tingyan, who pretended to be dead, was forced to speak, “Yes, I think it might be because of being detained for a long time and starving like this.”

The Three Saints Mountain had nothing to eat, wasn’t he hungry? They put the ancestor in jail and no one delivered food. Even though her brain was replenishing her mind, she knew that this kind of thing couldn’t be said, otherwise she would die. Clearly, the situation was now uncontrollable. The spell to tell the truth of the ancestor worked anytime. It was impossible to communicate well anytime and anywhere. She thought about the good plastic bosses and employees (fake good relations).

“You are right.” Sima Jiao said, “I should get back all the pain I have suffered.”

Liao Tingyan: “?” No, when did I say that?

Sima Jiao looked at the few survivors over there. The people weren’t from the same generation. Seeing his expression, they subconsciously wanted to escape. However, the aura between heaven and earth had returned. Sima Jiao was even more brutal at this time. After a while, the only people present were Sima Jiao and Liao Tingyan.

No matter which force it was, and whether they were malicious to Sima Jiao or not, it was no different to him. As long as he wanted to, he killed. In this world, no one would really treat him with kindness, especially those from Gengchen Xianfu who knew all his secrets and past.

After witnessing all this, Liao Tingyan shuddered, and subconsciously buried her face on Sima Jiao’s chest. After doing this, she reacted. It was the person she was holding that caused her fear. Seriously, if she wasn’t still in the air, she would let her hands off.

She didn’t let go. Sima Jiao hugged her up instead, and slowly stroked her back with the other hand until he reached the back of her neck. Liao Tingyan didn’t know what he was doing, but felt a sense of crisis. She thought that the ancestor was considering whether to break her neck. All the hair on her body stood from this stroke.

Sima Jiao looked down at her, but was thinking about something. He was a little distracted, and caressed Liao Tingyan’s back again. His light, slow and dangerous movements made Liao Tingyan’s heart hang. When he let go, Liao Tingyan let out a sigh of relief. When he touched her again, she tensed.

After going back and forth three times, Liao Tingyan didn’t respond.

Damn, kill if you want. I’m too tired to think.

Sima Jiao didn’t kill her, he carried her back to the center tower that had fallen a little. Finally she stepped on the ground. When Liao Tingyan limped, she panicked. She immediately took out a chair from the Qiankun pouch and sat on it.

Sima Jiao walked past her and stepped into the Bitan where the red lotus was growing. He walked in and slashed his wrist. The strands of red overflowed into the water. Strangely it was not scattered, but condensed in the center.