Slowly stretched out his hand, penetrated the restriction of this formation, and grabbed the immortal sword in the eyes of the formation.

I saw that the moment she grabbed the fairy sword, a burst of earth-shattering blood light rose into the sky, this posture was not like the birth of the fairy sword, but like a resentful magic sword.

The blood on her hand seemed to be guided, and it quickly poured into the magic sword, and her face turned pale at the same time.

This sword, sucking her blood, before she could react from the shock, it had already controlled her to fly in the direction of Bian Yunci.

Only then did Ji Li see him standing in the formation, his expression was unusually dull.

Something is wrong.

Such thoughts rushed through her mind, and her expression became shocked: "Get out of the way!" ”

The loud shouting did not come as expected, and her voice, small and deep, did not even have the strength to speak loudly.

But it was too late.

At that moment, Bian Yunci's face was also uncontrollable sluggish, hesitant, and surprised.

He saw the little girl, covered in blood, rushing at him with her sword in her hand—or rather, the sword with her, rushing towards him.

She seems to be hurting all the time.

Every time I met her, she was hurting, big and small, too many to count.

That's her past.

The indescribable complexity in his heart he cast a spell and retreated, but Ji Li's eyes changed, a little blood appeared, and the eyes changed between purple and black, as if they were a sign of something.

In the next second, he didn't move, and Ji Li didn't move.

I saw that the "fairy sword" fell on his chest, pierced into it, pierced through his chest, and the powerful demonic qi surged, he was speechless, and Ji Li couldn't cry.

The "Fairy Sword" absorbed his blood, and then slowly calmed down, and Ji Li was able to let go, no longer the appearance that he had just been "held" by it.

However, what it wanted to accomplish had already been done, and Bian Yunci clutched his chest, looking defeated.

Ji Li no longer had the strength to kneel on the ground.

However, what made her feel even more powerless was that the sudden extra memories in her mind were the memories she needed to receive when she came to this world.

Memories that belong to the original owner.

The sword was suddenly picked up, and Ji Li looked up from the ground, only to see that the white hand that seemed to glow was not too perfect compared to hers.

It was a pair of pampered hands, and when she saw the owner of those hands, she couldn't help but cry again.

The grievances, pains, and emotions that erupted from his heart were emotions that Ji Li, who was a little demon king, would not have.

She sighed silently in her heart.

It's not a good thing that this original master's soul is strong, and she always takes control of her body, so how can she do the task.

And all this......

The sword that was picked up by the Demon Venerable had lost its previous bloody edge, and it fell into the hands of the Demon Venerable, which was as quiet as an ordinary sword.

She gestured twice with the sword, and turned it to the elder behind her with absent interest.

"Mother." Ji Li, no, it should be said that it is Emperor Ji Li at this time.

Di Ji Li, who had returned to this body, got up from the ground with tears in his eyes, approaching like a machine, his eyes were full of pain and sourness, and he was lonely and aggrieved.

"Don't come closer." Bian Yunci also saw that something was wrong with her, and stopped her, but he was stabbed in the heart by the sword, and at this time, the breath of life was slowly drained, and he had no power to resist, and there was no way to protect Di Ji Li behind him.

Di Ji Li glanced back at him, and the corners of his mouth suddenly outlined a sad arc.