Wen Jing's answer surprised Wang Chuxuan, she could actually know her fear of this knife, how did she do it, and she looked at Princess Wen Jing carefully with doubts in her heart, wanting to see something.

Wen Jing saw Wang Chuxuan looking at her suspiciously, that look at her just brightly made her feel happy, and her heart shook to make her feel good if this moment could go on forever.

As a royal family, she has a lot of responsibilities that she has to fulfill, but she has to work hard to become stronger to protect her country and her people, and she also wants to be a meek, virtuous, kind and happy woman like other women.

It's just that she has already been full of blood, broke through a section at the age of eight, killed people at the age of nine, and quickly relied on elixir to improve her strength, and she has learned to kill people This kind of thing that disgusts her, she just wants to become stronger.

Wen Jing sighed, the royal family has never been so declining, only relying on a person with seventh-stage strength to barely maintain it, if the eleven demons attack that day, then the rain arch will definitely destroy the royal family of Great Qi.

Thinking of this for a while, she suddenly felt a little strange, she shook her head and looked at Wang Chuxuan again, he had already figured out how to communicate with the crows.

What a boy who can influence himself! Wen Jing laughed softly, meeting him was the most laughing in the past ten years.

Wang Chuxuan didn't react at all when he stroked the moon blade for a long time, this posture like touching a puppy made him feel deeply weird.

Then close his eyes and meditate, but the blade of the knife has been conveying a coolness beside him, and he can't calm down when he wants to be quiet.

Wen Jing looked at his weird expression and was very amused, and began to appreciate the handsome boy in front of him, in fact, he deserved to look like the country and the city, this appearance is simply not like what the world should be, fair skin, with long black hair casually divided on both sides, just his appearance made Wen Jing a little suffocated, and his character is gentle and likable, for her desperate hero to save the beauty, although she directed and acted herself, but still made her engraved in her bones.

Wang Chuxuan closed his eyes and thought about how to communicate with the crows, but he didn't find that Princess Wenjing only dared to appreciate herself generously at this time.

The harder you try to restrain it, the more difficult it is to suppress, deeply understand that only thoughts are the most difficult to control, after closing your eyes, all kinds of pictures swarmed, the twenty people who were killed by themselves, their fear, their last breath before they died, their roars, blood, corpses, bones, hideous people, the crimson world, the mysterious old man all rushed to his heart, and Wang Chuxuan was lost at the moment when the knife was cut down.

Wen Jing was quietly appreciating, suddenly the medicine pool boiled, the water in the medicine pool was stirred and tumbled by an inexplicable force, Wen Jing immediately became cautious, this is a precursor to going crazy, Wang Chuxuan's suppressed heart completely exploded at this moment, at this time, the moon blade also chirped, Wang Chuxuan didn't like this knife, his mind was naturally conveyed to the moon blade, and the moon blade was a divine soldier who would naturally have feedback, this is a pair of masters and servants who dislike each other.

Wen Jing is a little anxious, she is a martial arts class, she is naturally a martial artist, she can't control this situation at all, if she fights for strength, she has reached a very high achievement, and she is also extremely strong in strength, but for the control of the spirit, how to stabilize her mind, that is not what she is good at, this is a matter of the spiritual realm.

She couldn't leave his side at all at the moment, she wanted to protect him from being hurt by himself, so at this moment, she had no chance and time to find a spiritual realm monk to help Wang Chuxuan, so she could only rely on himself.

Wang Chuxuan is confused in his own world, what is he going to do?

The picture flashed away, and the dean walked out and said to him, "You have to sacrifice for the sake of this world." ”

Wang Chuxuan refused, and slashed him angrily.

A ghostly aura suddenly appeared in front of him, circling him and roaring, Wang Chuxuan became afraid, this was a person he had killed.

Sure enough, more than a dozen of the same ghostly figures appeared, some grinning at him, some eyes had already turned hollow and glowing green, and white bones appeared in their chests, and there was a smell of burning in some places.

Wang Chuxuan couldn't help but be distracted.

Those ghostly figures cried and mourned, some of them were angry, and the strange appearance made him tremble, Wang Chuxuan ran desperately, and behind him was a black abyss, and he jumped down without hesitation.

Wang Chuxuan in the medicine pool had already revealed a red mist in his body, he was about to raise his knife to slash at himself if he was crazy, Wen Jing hurriedly jumped into the medicine pool and hugged her, because Wen Jing was trying to stabilize him, he accidentally cut a line on his body, and blood flowed.

Wen Jing hugged him tightly and instilled aura, but the aura was completely useless, Wang Chuxuan's body rejected the aura of heaven and earth, and no aura could enter.

Wen Jing finally had no choice but to maintain a tight hug posture, Wang Chuxuan's body was tightly hugged by Wen Jing, and his limbs were unable to move.

But his head could, and when he couldn't reach it, he bit Wen Jing's shoulder with a mouth.

Wen Jing snorted, hurriedly condensed his aura, and slowly forced his mouth to open.

The aura covered his body, but he was so repelled by him that he had to keep condensing the aura to maintain a safe state.

Her shoulder hurt, but she didn't care at all, she just hugged him tightly.

Wang Chuxuan experienced reincarnation again, and the crimson world thorn cage made him feel shocked, and the cage became smaller and smaller and bound him tightly.

Outside the cage there is another self.

Wang Chuxuan knew that it was twelve, but that twelveth was already a corpse, his face was pale and his eyes were closed, and his body exuded the aura of death and gloomy.

The mysterious old man laughed proudly beside him, and slashed at Twelve's corpse, which turned into a flock of crows and flew up in the sky.

All of them are croaking.

The crow finally condensed into a man dressed in black, with wings on both arms, covered with patches of black feathers, pale skin and a handsome face.

"You're here! The man in black spoke.

"Are you?" asked Wang Chuxuan suspiciously.

The man in black shook his head, "I'm a crow, now the machine spirit in this knife, this world is yours, but this knife is mine, it's not yours! ”

Wang Chuxuan immediately shouted: "If I don't kill people, then I will, you look at this holy deed on my forehead, as long as I don't kill people, he will kill me." ”