After running away with a cub, I became the sickly villain Bai Yueguang

Chapter 90 The First Love

"Seven Absolute Swords!"

The simple sword box was thrown out, and the dazzling sword light was peerless.

"I'll fuck it grandma! Once!" The Qijue Sword was already ready to go, it flew out of the sword box, and with a light flick of the sword tip, it easily broke through the devil energy cage.

The whole body of the Mixing Magic Bead darkened, and fell to the ground with a grunt.

"Mortal, this is the first favor. According to the agreement, you still have two chances to use the young master!" Qijuejian flicked the sword itself, and circled Ye Yan twice with pride Ang Road.

"If you haven't helped me reshape the sword spirit after three chances have been used up, remember this demon cultivator lying dead on the ground, heh heh, my master will make your death worse than his!"

"Thank you!" Ye Yan was not afraid of Qijue's threat, and thanked Qijue sincerely.

"Thanks to your help, you really are the leader of the fairy sword! It's so powerful, I admire it!"

Qijuejian was taken aback by Rainbow Butt, his whole body was light and comfortable, and his threatening words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't even utter a word of swearing, "You——"

It seemed ashamed and annoyed, holding its breath and looking at the smiling Ye Yan. Didn't expect a monk to thank a sword specifically?Shouldn't this mortal take it for granted that this is what it should do?

And... she actually praised it for being amazing!

Although Qijuejian knew that he was very powerful, countless monks couldn't ask for it, and even fought hard to fight for land, but this was the first time someone thanked it in such a tone.

It's as if—it's a living human being too!
Why is Qijuejian so obsessed with cultivating a sword spirit?

Because it wants to appreciate the great scenery in the world from a human perspective.

Take a good look at it, when it was still an unformed sword embryo, lying in the fiery furnace and being beaten over and over again by the sword maker, he would never stop talking about the great mountains and rivers and the beautiful scenery of thousands of miles.

The sword maker promised to take it to the Great Thousand World when it was released, and fight against those amazing and talented monks with famous swords.

It's a pity that he has long passed away, and it was forced to be locked in that dark cellar for thousands of years, and finally fell into the hands of this ordinary female cultivator. If he made a contract with her, his grade would be suppressed, and even a hundred years One-tenth of the strength can't be used.

Thinking of this, Qijuejian became annoyed, hum, human beings are all big liars!

"You don't have to thank me, I am the leader of the fairy sword. Since this is what I promised, I will not go back on my promise, but I hope you will not break your promise!" Qijue imitated Ye Yan's polite tone, raised her airs, and said forcefully.

"Naturally." The big deal is that she doesn't need the third time.

Ye Yan thought silently in her heart.

Putting the two swords back into the Qiankun bag to rest, she raised a cluster of spiritual fire in her palm and burned the demon's body to death.

I didn't even bother to look through the Qiankun bag. Most likely it was some kind of Yinxie magic skill, and it was directly burned to clean, invisible to the eye.

But he saw a token dropped beside the ashes.

Ye Yan didn't pick it up, but her eyesight was excellent, she could clearly see the word [RED] engraved on the token.

It's the Red Demon Token.

This Demon Cultivator was actually a subordinate of the second male Mo Ziyuan's dead father?

The Demon Realm is ruled by the Seven Great Demon Lords.

Among them, the Red Demon Clan is led by Mo Jie, the Demon Lord. Mo Jie is born to fight and is also the most powerful Demon Lord. Under the leadership of Mo Jie, the Red Demon Clan is invincible. magic domain.

But since Mo Jie was jointly killed by the Eight Great Immortal Sects, the Red Demon Clan fell into a slump, and the other six Demon Clans took the opportunity to fight back.

The Red Demons retreated steadily, and had to shrink back in a barren area of ​​the Demon Realm, and what was even worse, they were expelled from the Demon Realm and drifted to the realm of comprehension.

This Aunt Chun is just one of thousands of demon cultivators who have fallen into the realm of comprehension.

It seems that the Demon Race is indeed not at peace now.

In the original plot, after the male second awakens the blood of the demon clan, he leads the remaining red demon clan to unify the demon realm...but it is still far from the timeline, and this is not something she considers.

Ye Yan bent over to pick up the black bead that fell on the ground, and just held it in the palm of her hand, but after a while, she felt a sinister and evil spirit encroaching on her mind and spirit.

Fortunately, her spiritual sense is firmer than ordinary people, so she can avoid its temptation.

Afterwards, Ye Yan took out a gray-white bead from the Qiankun bag, which she got from the ghost cultivator in the Nine Nether Secret Realm, but she didn't see any use for it, so she threw it into the Qiankun bag to collect ashes.

The two beads, no matter in shape or size, are very similar, except that one is black and the other is white.

It is very consistent with the description of [Yin-Yang Shuanggua Chess] in Zongmen classics.

As soon as the two beads met, it was as if they were pulled by countless invisible threads, and the two were tightly attached together. Ye Yan felt the surrounding atmosphere suddenly changed, and there was a natural phenomenon. However, before it continued, Bai Qi He was hit by the black chess again and fell to the ground.

The black chess is still suspended in mid-air, and the surrounding area is filled with black mist, like an impenetrable barrier, protecting itself.

Her white chess...was she disliked?

Ye Yan picked up the white chess piece and rubbed it with his fingertips, thoughtfully.

Yinqi has been refined by demon energy for many years, and she refuses to be approached by Yangqi. It seems that she can't combine the two into one for the time being.

But Ye Yan didn't feel too much regret.

Even if she is really lucky to have the Yin-Yang Shuanggua Chess, with her current strength, she still cannot fully control such fairy artifacts. The arrogant Qijue Sword is the best proof.

What's more, the evil spirit left by Shuangqi is too strong. If there is no external purification, her mortal body cannot be used at all. Forcing the contract, it will hurt the foundation of this body.

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The night was thick, and the howling of wolves came from a distance, which was the direction of the two children!

Ye Yan rushed there in a hurry, but fortunately she came in time, and she killed several wild wolves who were waiting for the opportunity.

The smell of blood would attract the surrounding beasts. She hurried back to the village with the two children, bandaged the wounds of the two, and gave them healing pills. At this time, the sky was already pale.

Wait until all the dust settles.

"What plans do you two have in the future? Do you have any other relatives or acquaintances? I can send you there." Ye Yan felt pity, and said to the second child.

The younger sister on the bed has already woken up, her wet almond eyes are extremely cute, she pinches the corner of the quilt with soft fingers, blinks her eyes and peeks at Ye Yan timidly.

It's not that she's afraid, but that the little girl is too young, with a thin body that looks like she's only about five years old, and she's been subjected to such abuse, so she's born with a natural resistance to outsiders.

The elder brother is older and can control his emotions better. He is obviously at a loss at this time, but he still comforts his sister like a little man.

He shook his head, tears flashed in his eyes, he lowered his head and said softly, "I don't know... I don't know where I should go..."

The two lived with their mother since childhood, and grew up in the farmland of the village. After their mother was brutally injured by the demon cultivator a year ago, they became the drug primers of the demon cultivator, living in fear.

Now that the demon cultivator is finally dead, the only big rock in their hearts is gone, but more is confusion—they don't know what to do, and no one can accept them.

"What are your two names?"

The little boy said, "Zhang Xiaohu."

The little girl pursed her pink and soft lips, her eyelashes were trembling, she lowered her head and dared not speak.

Ye Yan conjured up a crystal-clear spiritual fruit. She squatted down in front of the bed, kept her eye level with the little girl, and stuffed the spiritual fruit into her palm, "Don't be afraid, the past is over. If you brothers and sisters are rescued, they will naturally not hurt you."

(End of this chapter)