Jiuying glanced at Huang Mo thinly, and turned his body to the side: "You also know what the conditions are needed to make a contract between people and artifacts, the artifact will give power to the master, and the master, when his wish is fulfilled, he will sacrifice his life to the artifact." ”

"I've always disdained the Terrans, but for the audacity of the Nanfeng Daoist who dared to imprison me in the Sealed Demon Abyss, it makes me feel that the Terrans are still a bold race. But what can this be called? High wind and bright festival, generous to death? Or hit the stone with an egg, not self-sufficient? Jiu Ying slowly stepped back, opened his arms and said, "Whatever it is?" The contractor of Qiankun Eye will definitely die this time. ”

The pain in Nanfeng's empty eye sockets has not stopped.

This is a strong and anxious warning that has never happened before.

There was a child born in the poor mountains and remote places since he was a child, there are many monsters hidden in the white mountains and black waters, he had no father and mother when he was two years old, and the monster attacked the mountain village, and his father and mother smeared him all over his body, gagged his mouth, and stuffed it into the kang eye, which escaped a catastrophe. Later, with the help of the neighbors in the countryside, the hungry and full survived, and when he was ten years old, he encountered the monster looting the village again, but this time the monster went out and forgot the yellow calendar, and met the Shushan clearance team, and even the little monster who had to vomit the scum for half a day to eat people had seen a professional demon exterminator, and the flesh and blood were beaten in two strokes.

In the midst of the flying flesh and blood, those figures who are not stained with fine dust like immortals have left an indelible impact on the hearts of young children, and these Shushan disciples who have lost their way by mistake have also planted the seeds of his lofty ambition to eliminate demons and destroy demons and help the world in his barren ideological soil.

Then, he sold the cow, saved money, and when the little friend was preparing for the future family and development, the child carried the thin luggage without hesitation and embarked on the road to Shushan to ask for immortals.

The road to explore Shushan is extremely far, the human world is in turmoil, he waded through the blood river along the way, climbed over the bone mountain, crossed the Jin Ge iron horse, stepped through the car water dragon horse, ate wild vegetables and spring water, slept in the mountain forest and wild temple, stunned to walk for a year and a half, relying on two legs to Shu Mountain.

Unexpectedly, he had just knocked on the door, and before he could explain his intentions, he was swept down by a stick, and the little guy guarding the door waved his hand impatiently: "Go down, where is the little beggar?" Don't dirty my Shushan pure land. ”

He knelt and begged for a long time, and then the little guy said, "Want to ask for an immortal apprentice?" Is my Shushan so easy to enter? Sign me up at the foot of the mountain! Come back in three months! ”

Three months later, it was October, the day of Shushan's annual opening of the door to accept disciples.

The child waited for three months, doing coolies at the foot of the mountain, during which tens of thousands of people came from all over the country to enter Shushan, and finally waited in line, but was told that there was only one place left, and before he had time to secretly rejoice in his good luck, he saw that the person behind him stuffed the prison officer with a few gold nudes, and the prison officer smiled and put the person's registration form in front of the row, threw the registration application he had worked hard to write on his face, and waved his hand coldly: "The quota is full." Come back next year. ”

The boy was innocent and young at that time, and in a fit of rage, he tore up with the prison officer desperately, and then was easily surrounded by dozens of people and kicked with his feet, and then thrown down the mountain, and strictly forbidden to enter this place again for the rest of his life.

The child who was in great pain crawled step by step into the deep mountains and forests, his leg was broken, his ribs seemed to be broken, spitting blood, curled up on the ground, October was late autumn, the rain had not dried out a few days ago, the cold of the night made him tremble, he had no strength to move another step, only felt that his brain was burning badly, and his consciousness was blurred.

He thought he was going to die.

He did not die in the midst of a monstrous war, nor did he die under the hooves of a hunting horse. He did not die in the belly of a beast, nor did he die in the clutches of a demon.

But he died in the dream that he had been working tirelessly to support him through the scorching sun and winter, and to take this goal as the meaning of survival.

He felt unwilling.

He didn't want to die yet.

He must not die.

The child staggered to his feet with the support of his huge thoughts.

Step by step, he dragged his broken leg and clasped the dirt, his vision shattered, his mind rumbled, blood rushed up his throat, and the pain in his bones did not stop him.

"I'm going to ...... To become a disciple of Shushan. ”

"Even if it's dead...... I will also die in Shushan. ”

"Kid, you're a good seedling."

A hoarse and rough voice suddenly sounded in my head.

He suddenly lost his five senses, as if he had fallen into the abyss, there was endless darkness in front of him, in this darkness, suddenly exploded dazzling light, the child closed his eyes, and after a moment of opening, a hexagonal ancient mirror with silver light appeared in front of him.

This is the Qiankun Eye, one of the artifacts that was born in ancient times and scattered throughout the Six Realms.

At that time, he was young and didn't have any concept of the artifact, so he agreed to whatever the artifact asked him to do, he didn't want much, he just wanted to realize his dream of cultivating immortals and helping the world, so when the Qiankun Eye explained the price to be paid for making a contract with him, he didn't even blink his eyes.

Cut your fingers and drip blood into the mirror.

The contract is concluded.

Thanks to the grace of the child who survived, the life after that was as usual, patiently waited for another year, successfully worshiped into Shushan, gave the name Nanfeng, the child fulfilled his promise, many years have passed without changing his heart, become the head, changed the entire Shushan, and became the highest school of cultivation in one fell swoop.

This time Shushan suffered this catastrophe, which was also expected by Nanfeng.

As an artifact, the Qiankun Eye has always been coveted by all forces, but it is only the Demon Lord who comes to the door openly. As a person from the Demon Realm, the Demon Lord still behaves calmly and uprightly, much better than all the tiger and wolf people who coveted the artifact that Nanfeng had resisted, but it was indeed more tricky and unstoppable.

But he's ready.

His greatest wish in life lies in this moment.

Even if it was to trade his life for it.

Jun Li was silent.

Because he knew that the contract between Nanfeng and Qiankun Eye could never be eliminated, the artifact and the contractor were interdependent, and it was impossible for either party to be terminated unless one of them died. The head of the Nanfeng Dao should also be well versed in it, so he made up his mind.

Suddenly, something came to his mind.

"You!" Jun Li's face changed suddenly: "Are you going to ......?"