One person above Qing Huang Ting

"I do not remember."

The nameless spirit whispered to Fei Peng, and seemed to be asking himself, mumbling to himself.

Fei Peng looked at the spirit blocking the road.

Even though her thoughts were chaotic, she still had an upright posture, looked dignified and elegant, and had a childish face, which made her look like she was no more than 28 years old, indicating that she died at the best time in her life.

The gorgeous palace dress on her body was in tatters, and her bun was a little messy, but these did not affect her natural beauty.

Rather, the tattered clothes and messy bun highlighted her weak and lovely side, which I felt pity for.

It makes people pity, but also makes people want to burst out, and is strong and upright.

More importantly, Feipeng noticed that there was a violent aura dormant in her body, and there was a sharp light in that violent aura.

Feipeng secretly guessed: "Is it a sword spirit, or two spirits in one body."

"Can you have education and understanding as a human being? You should be a human being, but after sacrificing your body to the sword, you become the spirit in the sword?"

Feipeng asked: "Is your name Solanum nigrum?"

Nightshade was stunned for a while before she realized: "Do you know me? Are you also from the Jiang Kingdom?"

Feipeng told the truth: "Jiang Kingdom has been dead for a long time. You have been in this tower for thousands of years. Haven't you heard other undead mention it?"

If it were an ordinary spirit, Fei Peng would have left long ago, and it would be impossible to chat with her here for such a long time.

Feipeng was willing to be patient and explained to Long Kui that it was just because he was related to Long Yang, his first reincarnation.

Longtan's super power washed away his memory and the traces of each reincarnation. Feipeng watched the memories of thousands of reincarnations, but after all, he was just a spectator, and his impression was not deep.

He couldn't dote on Solanum Kui like Long Yang, and the brother who doted on her was completely gone, so he felt a little close to Solanum Kui and a little apologetic.

"Do you remember Long Yang?"

Long Kui raised her head blankly and shed tears: "Long Yang, I don't recognize him. Is he also from the Jiang royal family?"

Fei Peng looked at Nightshade's dazed and weeping look and fell into silence. He didn't know how to explain it, "I killed myself."

Letting a god return requires paying such a causal price.

Fei Peng said: "That's right. Since we don't know each other, why don't we reincarnate?"

Long Yang was his first reincarnation. Counting the time, it was already a thousand years ago. From a human to a sword spirit, he could still live for thousands of years. He had to have great obsessions to survive.

After becoming a sword spirit, I feel that my five senses are almost gone and I can only dwell on the sword body. If I am a natural sword spirit, I will naturally not care about this.

But if it is a sword spirit that has been transformed, it will be very difficult. It is like a patient with late-stage ALS. Although he is still conscious, he cannot lift his hands or move his feet. He can feel discomfort, but cannot convey it to others and cannot be relieved.

Without great perseverance and great obsession, there is no way to resist this kind of pain. The final result is either being tortured mad and turning into a vicious ghost; or the consciousness is lost and the spirit body can no longer be maintained, and the soul can only be scattered.

"No, I want to wait for someone, I want, who do I want to wait for?"

Nightshade covered her head, her ragged clothes sometimes turned blue, sometimes red, and her expression wandered between timid and ferocious.

Fei Peng sighed, raised the Zhaodan Divine Sword, and was about to send it into the cold marrow. It would transcend reincarnation and save Nightshade from staying in the Demon Locking Tower.

The Demon Locking Tower is not a good place. "No, I'm not leaving."

Discovering Fei Peng's intention, Nightshade's tattered palace dress turned completely as bright red as blood, and her pair of peach blossom eyes with pear blossoms and rain were also dyed with blood, like tempered red copper, firm and unyielding.

Red Nightshade turns the palm of her hand, and the spiritual energy condenses into a short bow. When she opens the bow and shoots, the spiritual energy gathers on the string and becomes an arrow.

The arrow on the string disappeared and appeared in front of Fei Peng like lightning.

Feipeng's expression remained unchanged, and with a flick of his wrist, the Zhaodan Divine Sword shattered the spiritual energy arrow, but with this effort, Nightshade had disappeared.

"That's all, I owe her. Anyway, after some time, Long Yang's existence will disappear more completely. When the obsession is gone, she will naturally be summoned by the cold essence and reincarnated."

Feipeng put away the divine sword, sighed, turned around and left the Demon Locking Tower.

If Fei Peng thought about it, how could Nightshade possibly escape the pursuit of the strongest general in the God Realm? He just didn't want to.

After all, I owe her.

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'After all, I owe her. '

Hu Xiuwu stood in front of a fierce demon sword and muttered to himself.

Fei Peng owes Nightshade, so Hu Xiuwu owes this poor little girl,

It was he who summoned Feipeng back, making Solanum Kui forget about Long Yang, and killing Solanum Kui's hope of reuniting with her brother.

Jing Yi has a second son, so Long Kui also needs to make an explanation.

Looking at the magic sword carefully, this was the first time Hu Xiuwu saw the magic sword in a real sense.

Just like in the game, the magic sword has a strange shape and is completely purple. There is a gem inlaid in the center of the sword grid, and the sides are like the claws of a monster. The sword is engraved with ancient Jiang Kingdom characters.

Even if it is inserted on the floor at the top of the Demon Locking Tower, the magic sword has reached Hu Xiuwu's chest. According to the plot in the game, the magic sword is five feet tall (1.6 meters) and two palms wide. It has the same origin as its design. Likewise, it is prepared for demons as tall as the Demon Lord Tower.

Hu Xiuwu touched the hilt of the magic sword, and Nightshade, who had fled back to the magic sword, appeared to stop him.

"No, the demonic sword has a monstrous aura that will swallow up the soul of the sword holder and make him fall into killing."

Nightshade said anxiously.

Hu Xiuwu put his hand on the diamond-shaped sword of the Demon Sword: "But I heard that more than a hundred years ago, Murong Ziying of the Qionghua Sect suppressed the evil spirit of the Demon Sword and took it with him."

Long Kui said: "Taoist Priest Ziying can indeed suppress the magic sword, but the magic sword is not a help to him, but a drag. Every time he uses the magic sword, Taoist Ziying has to devote part of his mind to suppress the evil spirit of the magic sword. It’s simply impossible to bring out the full power of swordsmanship.”

"But the strength of the Demonic Sword lies in the boundless evil energy that hurts both the enemy and ourselves. It uses the evil energy to seize the five spirits and whip the world."

Hu Xiuwu suddenly grasped the magic sword and pulled it out.

Boundless resentment flowed into Hu Xiuwu's body along the hilt of the sword, arousing the evil thoughts and malice in his heart, whispering in his ear, encouraging him to kill and plunder,

'You have mastered the most powerful sword, and it's up to you to take it from everyone in the world! '

"This is not a bullet point."

Taking a deep breath, Hu Xiuwu felt the rage and murderous intention that he had not experienced for a long time, and a thought came to his mind.

"At this time, using Tushita Fire will definitely get twice the result with half the effort."

But the kind-hearted Long Kui saw Hu Xiuwu's evil spirit, and couldn't bear to lose his mind again, so he tried to seize control of the magic sword, and at the same time persuaded Hu Xiuwu:

"Let go quickly, or you will become the puppet of the magic sword."

Hu Xiuwu looked at Nightshade, his eyes as clear as glass and as pure as green lotus:

"No, I will not become the demon sword's puppet, but it will become my shadow."