Lan Hai was suppressed by the Ink Dye Song, plus the previous emotions were provoked by Yin Wushuang's words, and he was beaten badly by the Ink Dye Song enough, at this moment, there was no way to resist Yin Wushuang's divine sense contract.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, at the moment when the divine consciousness pressed over, Lan Hai saw strange pictures.

On a snowy night, a little girl of about 12 years old and a younger boy shivered under the eaves.

In the middle of the night, the red lacquered door behind them opened: "Yin Wushuang, right?" Your qualifications are too poor, and we Lingyun Sect will not accept them. ”

In the palatial hall, it was still this little girl with a little boy, with firm eyes.

Beside them, there were young ladies and sons in brocade clothes laughing: "Stinky food, with your qualifications, you can also come here to sign up for selection?" Get out with your brother! ”

The last picture is a quiet and empty martial arts training hall in the dead of night.

The little girl held the wooden sword and struck the scarecrow in front of her over and over again, until the sky was white, and then she could not stop it, and at this point, the blisters on her hands were all worn out.

"It's ...... Yin Wushuang? Lan Hai muttered.

The contract was reached, and the blue sea turned white and fainted.

Within the enchantment, a puff of red smoke drifted through Lan Hai's body, and his body continued to shrink, turning into a fox.

This fox is red except for its tail and ears, and its paws and body are red and white, which makes it ugly compared to a solid fox.

[Master, the red fox of the blue sea has impure blood, and it should be born from his mother and another race. 】

"It's no wonder that after a hundred years of cultivation, it can be worthy of reaching the ninth order of enlightenment." Yin Wushuang nodded and said clearly.

It turns out that the luck that has always been said in the mouth of the blue sea refers to this.

For the demon clan, the purity of the bloodline determines the cultivation of the demon clan, and the bloodline of the blue ocean is destined to be bumpy.

There were familiar spiritual power fluctuations coming from his body, and Yin Wushuang sat down cross-legged, feeling the power of the feedback from the master-servant contract.

The rotation speed of the golden lotus bone in the dantian was accelerating, and as time passed, the fourth petal lotus flower slowly descended.

At this point, the fourth order of consecration!

One level higher!

Yin Wushuang opened his eyes, and the corners of his lips rose: "It turns out that the master-servant contract will really give back power, not just the special ink dyeing song. ”

The named ink dyed song had a question mark on his face, indicating that he couldn't figure it out.

Mo Baobao and the Wood Spirit said in the Purple Phoenix Ancient Ring: [Congratulations to the master for advancing again! 】

As soon as Yin Wushuang's mind moved, the blue ocean entered the Purple Phoenix Ancient Ring.

If you sign a master-servant contract, you cannot betray your master, nor can you hurt your master, otherwise, you will be obliterated by the contract.

She contracts with the blue ocean for two purposes.

First, control the blue ocean and understand the Ghost Demon Sect, as the big disciple of the Ghost Demon Sect, the blue sea probably knows a lot of things.

Second, she wanted to know if every master-servant contract would give back power.

The second point has been confirmed, just wait for the blue ocean to wake up and cooperate with the first point.

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This battle, from strength to mouth cannon, ended with an absolute crushing advantage.

Fortunately, this time it was early in the morning, and the battle range was extremely small, and the blue sea had not yet made any moths, so they were turned into moths by ink-dyed songs.

So, no one else noticed this small change.

Yin Wushuang walked downstairs and stretched out in front of the rising sun.

She walked on foot, through the downtown area, and as she walked through the downtown area, she saw a man kneeling on the side of the road, still an old acquaintance.

Yin Sen, the father of the original owner.

Yin Sen knelt on the ground, coughing incessantly, his face pale.

Beside him, there was also a paper shell erected, on which were written a few large characters:

If you have no money to treat the disease, ask a well-wisher to lend a helping hand, and kowtow for ten yuan!

Underneath the paper shell, hang the diagnostic medical records of the county hospital.

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