The barrier between the cultivation realm and the demon realm became thinner and thinner, and Shen Yi went out early and returned late every day, naturally relaxing his control over Ye Chuijin.

Ye Chuijin originally had the greatest freedom in the Flowing Fire Palace, as long as he didn't step out of the palace gate, he could go anywhere in the palace.

So when Shen Yi went out early and returned late, Ye Chuijin actively prepared to stab him in the back.

The Demon Realm is different from the Xiuzhen Realm, the birds and flowers in the Xiuzhen Realm cannot be seen here, and the sky here is always dark red, dim, making it impossible to tell whether it is day or night.

When Shen Yi returned to the Flowing Fire Palace after dealing with the affairs of the Demon Realm, he saw that his master had curled up on the bed and fell asleep.

She lay there quietly, her side face showed a hint of brightness and touching under the candlelight, Shen Yi almost forgot the current relationship between the two, and thought in a trance that he had returned to the land of demons, and his national teacher was lying on the bed waiting for him.

Shen Yi seemed to be fascinated, walked over step by step, and gently stretched out his hand, wanting to hug the person on the bed into his arms.

It's just that the moment his hand touched the "Ye Chuijin" on the bed, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

Shen Yi raised his head.

Surrounded by the sight of Izumo Mine, his master stood in the bamboo grove at her door, smiling at him.

"Careless." Her voice was seductive, like the sweetest nectar, smoothing the wounds in his heart.

Shen Yi also showed a smile and looked at the "master" in front of him.

"Master" beckoned to him: "Come here." ”

Shen Yi's expression was as usual, and he really walked in her direction.

After standing in front of her, Shen Yi asked with a smile, "Master, is there any other trick that can be used?" ”

She is indeed a Wenfu fairy who has high hopes for the righteous path, even if the spiritual power in her body has long been replaced by him for the power of her own neither demonic energy nor spiritual power due to repeated intercourse, but she can still use such exquisite illusions.

Hearing him ask, the "master" in front of him seemed to have no idea what he was talking about.

She smiled and put her arms on Shen Yi's erect neck, with a tenderness and charm that Shen Yi had never experienced: "Xiaoyi, always accompany me, okay?" ”

Looking at the person in front of him, Shen Yi's eyes darkened.

After a while, he hooked the corners of his lips: "Master, I will always be with you." ”

After he said this, the scene in front of him shattered little by little like broken porcelain, and a huge pain began to rise from his chest.

Shen Yi opened his eyes again, and he saw the fiery Liang Dong of the Flowing Fire Palace again.

In front of him, his frosty master was stabbing the Qiankun Sword into his chest.

Shen Yi let out a long sigh.

"Master, the Qiankun Sword is useless to me, you ......"

Before he finished speaking, a majestic soul power emerged from Ye Chuijin's body in front of him, and the Qiankun Sword in her hand was slightly stirred up by such a soul power, and a white sword light vaguely emerged from it.

Shen Yi's face changed greatly.

A person's spirit will gradually increase due to cultivation, but the soul will not.

The soul master divine sense, the more firm the Dao heart, the stronger the three souls.

But the three souls of people are also the most complex and fragile, and the slightest carelessness will end up with the destruction of the divine sense, and the use of the power of the soul has long been abandoned by the cultivators and listed as a forbidden technique, even Shen Yi knows nothing about it.

He never imagined that his master who was the first person in the righteous path would be able to do such evil arts.

Shen Yi didn't have time to think about it, and slapped a palm on the body of the person in front of him, wanting to interrupt her to continue using soul power.

It's just that he slapped it out with one palm, but the master in front of him, who should have been powerful, was struck out by him with a palm like a kite with a broken string, and fell to the ground unconscious.