The thunder and lightning from the sky descended on the courtyard, instantly illuminating the debris of the courtyard, and the tenants in each room naturally noticed the abnormal phase outside, and screams came out of the windows in unison.

The thunder and lightning were drawn down by her demon soul, and the ink demon bore the brunt of the splitting from the shell to the inside. She is a serious demon cultivator in her life, although most of the demon souls are still the demon souls of the reincarnation stone, but the sword spirit shell wrapped outside is indeed genuine.

At this time, she was struck by this thunderbolt, and she only felt that her temple hurt like a pinprick.

The pain gradually spread from the outside to the inside, and in the blink of an eye, it invaded the demon soul in the center of her eyebrows.

Different from the numbness she felt when she was shielding others from thunder tribulations in the past, the sharp pain gradually transitioned from the embroidery needle to the drill bit, constantly grinding her tenacious soul, and the momentum of vowing to pierce couldn't help but make Mo Xiaoyou's heart cold.

Originally, she just wanted to steal a wisp of thunder and lightning to refine the sword body, but who knew that she was just scared by Xuan Qing, and the demon soul was a flash, and the consequence of not mastering the strength at all was that she had a premonition that she was struck by the thunder and lightning of Haoran at this time.

For today's plan, the ink demon had to condense all the power of the divine soul that had been cultivated for tens of thousands of years into one point, and be sure to reduce the force to the minimum.

However, this thunderbolt does not know which immortal refining the magic weapon, and it seems that the demon soul of the ink demon is bound to be obtained, and there is no mercy on his subordinates.

This stalemate seemed to have passed tens of thousands of years in the feeling of the ink demon, just when she was abandoned, her demon soul suddenly cooled, and then pieces of bamboo leaves suddenly flew out, wrapping the demon soul of the ink demon who was injured by thunder and lightning like a rice dumpling.

A burst of coolness gradually penetrated from the outer periphery of the demon soul to the innermost core, and the ink demon even whispered comfortably. In the induction of her demon soul, she only felt that there was a vast green expanse in front of her, and the scene of thunder and lightning could still be faintly seen in the gap.

The bamboo leaves seem to have a healing effect, and the ink demon can clearly sense that his demon soul is nourished by this bamboo leaf, not to mention being repaired little by little, and even more condensed than before.

Under the support of this bamboo leaf, the thunder and lightning outside had no root and no source after all, and after a while, it dissipated.

As soon as the thunder and lightning were gone, these bamboo leaves were also like autumn leaves, peeling off from her demon soul piece by piece, and the ink demon gradually regained control of her own sword spirit shell.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she only felt that her legs and feet were weak, and she collapsed directly on the ground by the window, and the tables and chairs that were originally by the window had already turned into ashes at this time, and even the wooden window of the inn had already turned into a huge hole in the wall.

At this time, the cold wind of the night was constantly blowing in from this hole, and as soon as the back of the ink demon's neck was cold, he realized his situation at this time.

She didn't care about other thoughts, she got up with a grunt, and threw herself on the bed unkempt, but she secretly pinched herself under her hands, and Mu Qianchou, who was stunned in the yard, appeared on the bed with a flash.

When his face couldn't help but say that he was covered with a piece of cold, Mu Qianchou reacted - he was pressed on the bed by this demon girl?! What is she going to do?!

"Son! Are you alright?? Dogs!! Wake up!! ”

Mu Qianchou, who was pasted with his eyes with the disfigurement glue: ............

Xuanqing, who had just climbed above the jug: ......

The shopkeeper who pushed the door in and came in: "Auntie!" What are you doing to be unethical?! It actually attracted a thunderbolt?! ”