"What-"

I stared at him in shock, but Shen Han's figure was too petite, so I had to stand on tiptoe and glare at him angrily: "Do you think this is going to play?" What's more, you're a Demon Lord, just wait for the result! Why bother—"

"How can I make sure you don't hide it when you get it, and then tell me you didn't find it. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Although I really want to be a newcomer Xiao Sang, you ......" The smile on his lips seemed to be deep, not angry, as if he was appreciating the last struggle of his prey.

"Do you think everyone is like you? It's really a gentleman's belly with the heart of a villain. Looking at his sinister smile, I couldn't help but blurt it out.

"White Mulberry!" The emperor seemed to turn a blind eye, and said lightly: "Since the Demon Lord doesn't believe us, then take him with you, and this Emperor will also be with you." ”

Wait, the emperor means, this time the three of us together.

The divine light in Ye Qi's eyes was slightly restricted, and he sneered and said, "Do you want the emperor to be together?" ”

"The Demon Lord doesn't like it?" Ignoring his ridicule, the emperor frowned slightly.

After the first two soul attractions, I've mastered the use of soul attraction. But this time I want to be with the emperor, but I am faintly at a loss. It's not that he's afraid of seeing the immaturity of his spells, it's just that for the first time, he feels that he is being valued by the emperor, and he is a little ecstatic.

The people of the Demon Flower Palace changed Feng Wuji to an exquisite room, and Ye Yan rarely raised a serious face, and said coldly: "No one is allowed to come in without the orders of this monarch!" ”

"Yes!" Everyone walked out of the room, and there were only three of us left.

Feng Wuji is already asleep, and the sleeping Feng Wuji is indeed beautiful and thrilling. I'm afraid that any man who sees her face will not look at other women. What if it's Chengjing?

I smiled bitterly, why did I think of him again?

"Hey, are you thinking about this Demon Lord? It's going to be watery. Nightshade smiled, staring at me.

I tilted my head away and whispered the incantation, and the soul-attracting lamp floated into the room. The ghostly light from the soul-attracting lamp faintly illuminated the entire room.

With a wave of the emperor's right hand, a huge space opened up in the soul attraction lamp, and the three of us walked in together. Kaze-hime has a lot of memories, and the Soul Attraction Lantern will find the one we're looking for and stop spinning. While waiting for the Soul Lamp to search for memories, the silence was interrupted once again by the voice of Nightshade.

"You have to wait so long for every soul induction?"

The Emperor and I ignored his questioning.

"Why don't you speak? Isn't it boring? ”

I gave him a hard look.

"Changheng has always talked little, so don't you do the same, Xiao San."

I gave him another blank look.

"Xiao San, stay until we go out......"

I couldn't help his noise, "Don't be verbose, it's coming soon." ”

"Yes," he smiled faintly, "a woman still has to smile often before a man will love her." ”

I was defeated by him.

When the memory stopped, we saw a scene of autumn slaughter. The rain poured down like a flood, as if it was about to wash away everything on the ground. It seems that there has been a bloody rain battle here, and the continuous heavy rain mixed with the blood on the ground poured into the dirt, as if the overwhelming enchantment rendered the whole world and scarlet.

Where is this place?

"It's really the Sword Sect." Ye Yan coldly spat out a few words, which was completely different from the evil one he was.

Did he already know he was coming here?

The corners of the emperor's mouth pulled out a faint smile, and the calm voice came steadily in the breeze, blending with the cold sound of the rain: "You seem to have known this place for a long time, why did you let us come to find it." It is known that the Sword Sect is the first sword cultivation sect in the world, and the Dragon Sword is the heirloom ancient sword of the Sword Sect. ”

The emperor's understatement was as if everything was under his control.

Ye Yan smiled lightly, "I thought that you Changheng had been ignoring everything underground all day, but I didn't expect you to know this." Yes, the Dragon Sword is in the Sword Sect, but no matter how you look for it, you just can't find that sword. I even doubt that the Dragon Sword is really here. ”

I was confused, but I also knew that this was where everything began. But because the use of the soul-attracting lamp this time is related to the demon world, I don't like Feng Wuji either.

Through the rain, I saw Kaze-hime in the center of the crowd.

At this time, she is the high-spirited owner of Fenglou.

She was dressed in red, bewitching, as if she was the empress of the world, standing at the pinnacle of ten thousand feet, looking down on everyone and bowing down to her.

It's just that a demon girl is a demon girl.

Deep down, I despise her.

At this moment, a figure rushed towards her with a murderous aura, his eyes were full of rage, and countless long swords appeared in his hand, all of which rushed towards Feng Wuji.

But before he could take a few steps, a powerful cyclone swept towards him, striking him directly in the chest from the front, and he was thrown out violently. Suddenly he spat out a mouthful of blood, there was no physical pain and fear in his eyes, no sorrow in his eyes, and there was no burning hatred in his eyes, only resolute determination and perseverance.

His white clothes, no, they weren't white clothes at all, there was no whole part of his body, only bright red blood, stained with rain and mud, and it was miserable.

He bit his lower lip and ...... tightly Holding his arms, his hands stained with blood, his face covered with rain, mixed with the sweat falling from his head, he slowly got up from the ground...... Just don't want to be discouraged.

"I'm not going to give up." His voice was soft, but choked up and echoed in the empty courtyard.

Feng Wuji, who was staring at him, seemed to suddenly shake all over, but it was only a shock.

The man conjured up a long sword again, and the sword aura was sharp. I saw a vast sword light, and the shadows on his head turned into countless falling cherry blossoms hovering above his head, and the sword qi rushed towards Feng Wuji like a mountain and a sea of momentum.

Feng Wuji just raised her right hand, dissolving the sword qi with soft magic, and a red diamond appeared in her hand, sweeping towards the man's sword blade like a thousand troops, and the man couldn't help but take several steps back, and suddenly spit out a few mouthfuls of blood. His cultivation was too shallow, and the long sword he conjured was instantly scattered by Hongling, and he wanted to mention his true qi, but the loss of cultivation just now made him unable to conjure, and he fell to the ground again.

How could he have beaten Soul Ling.

But even so, he still stood up strongly, grabbed the long sword on the ground and rushed towards her, but in an instant, he was beaten to the ground by the disciples. Again and again, Feng Wuji stood outside the rain curtain and looked at him like that.

Every time I felt that he would not get up again, but he could still support his broken body and stand up through gritted teeth.

"Witch, even if I have my last breath left, I will kill you."

Feng Wuji looked at him and smiled, smiling very charmingly, as if he wanted to turn everyone upside down. She whispered, "Okay, I'll wait, wait for you to kill me one day." ”