In the darkness, the ink demon looked up, and it turned out that the rat hole soil under Kong Lingyu's feet before had been roasted and cracked by the Luan fire that he had overflowed out of his body, and thus collapsed.

They were flying in the air, and from her vantage point, all she could see was a stubble-covered chin.

"Don't you think our mood swings are too abnormal?" As soon as the damp and cold air under the ground blew, Mo Xiaoyou also calmed down again, the previous mood fluctuations between the two were too strange, from Kong Lingyu starting to kiss her, to being extremely irritable and retorting, this is not a behavior that the two of them usually have.

"Hmm." Kong Lingyu's answer echoed in the empty space, and the echo made his originally slightly low voice be amplified countless times, but it was even more dull.

Mo Xiaoyou didn't realize it, "I couldn't sense you getting off the plane in this space before, but I was immersed in the idea of wanting to break that metal door, and in the end, it was because you were in danger that your fire feather suddenly heated up, so I woke me up." Is the passage of the ear rat a formation? ”

Speaking of the last sentence, the ink demon turned his head and found that the two of them had landed again, and the huge metal door from before was still in front of them, and there was no end to it, whether it was up and down, left or right.

"You purify the split soul first, and I'll take a look." Kong Lingyu placed the ink demon on the wheelchair he had taken out again, and then handed her the scimitar, while he himself approached the door.

As soon as he approached the gate, Kong Lingyu's hair instinctively stood on end, and his body instinctively began to resist touching this door, but he knew that maybe this door was the center of this mission, after all, a huge metal gate appeared under the desert for no reason, no matter how you look at it, isn't it?

On the other side, Mo Xiaoyou had a scimitar in one hand and a natal stone in the other, and was trying to sense the split soul of Kong Lingyu in this scimitar. This time, the split soul is more chaotic, there are both the memories of the first cold palace and the memory of the second demon lord, the memories of the two lives are entangled, and the resentments contained in the split souls are different, and Kong Lingyu cannot be absorbed at one time, otherwise his spirit will be chaotic.

The natal stone in the hand of the ink demon gradually emitted a faint light, and if you look closely, it is similar to the scimitar in her other hand.

"You're also a reincarnation demon?" A voice came into the ears of the ink demon, and her spirit of combing through her resentment almost dissipated.

"You are? The spirit inside the scimitar? This was her guess, otherwise there was no way to explain why a scimitar was able to absorb the Bird's Soul Split, and only the Bird's Soul.

"Let's just say that I've been in this scimitar since I escaped from the Demon Realm. Why are you combing through these distractions? This voice seemed to be very lonely, and seeing that the ink demon was willing to answer it, he turned on the chat mode by himself.

"For purification." The ink demon did not beat around the bush and tried to test it, and while continuing to comb through the split soul, he was ready to fight with this sword spirit.

"You're going to purify all the grudges here?!" The voice asked sharply. Obviously, this resentment is also an excellent tonic for it.

"I'm going to send my soul to someone else." After saying this, all the movements of the ink demon stopped, and she could feel that the two worlds in this scimitar were out of her control after her words, and they were naturally separated.

One life turned into a faint palace beauty man, and one life turned into a majestic demon lord. What is common is that they all have a statue of a bird with wings spread on their foreheads.

"It's this little holebird." The voice asked with a smile on his face.