The black mist was shrouded, and it hovered quietly in front of Ye Wuwu.

Through the black mist, Ye Wuwu could clearly perceive the gaze of the figure inside.

In front of his chest, he was just pressed against a cold light, and there was a trace of blood flowing.

If that cold light advances three points further, I am afraid that Ye Wuwu will be killed on the spot again.

But no.

After a while, a hoarse but angry voice came from the black mist.

"Just a human being, you actually tricked my fox princess into a slave contract with you, you should die!"

Having said that, the cold man didn't dare to go half a minute deeper.

Ye Wuwu heard the other party's words, raised his eyebrows slightly, but his eyes showed undisguised disdain and helplessness.

"Slave deeds? Keep your dog's eyes open and see clearly, this is Lao Tzu's natal oath that can only be contracted once in his life. ”

The path of monasticism is lonely, and many monks often choose to be accompanied by spirit animals.

A monk can raise many spirit beasts, but he can only have one natal spirit animal.

Those who can be chosen as natal spirit beasts by cultivators and sign contracts are all spirit beasts that are of great help to themselves, or they are powerful spirit beasts.

After signing the natal contract, a close bond is established between humans and beasts.

The selected spirit beast can obtain a continuous supply of spiritual power from humans, and the reason why this little fox is asleep is that he has just absorbed a large amount of spiritual power from Ye Wuwu, and then he fell into a coma uncontrollably.

And among the contractual connections, there is one of the most crucial.

People die and beasts die, beasts die and people die.

Of course, history has also recorded that even if the natal spirit beast died in battle, his person did not die, but most of them collapsed in cultivation, and there was no chance to go further in this life, and they died depressed.

The figure shrouded in black mist saw this, so he never dared to kill Ye Wuwu.

If Ye Wuwu is killed, then the princess of their fox clan will also die, and he himself has come here thousands of miles away, and he has suddenly lost his meaning.

"Human, what do you want?" The figure shrouded in black mist spoke slowly, his tone condensed.

"I don't like to talk to people hiding under the black fog."

The figure shrouded in black mist was silent for a moment, and finally slowly dissipated the black mist.

The black mist no longer lingered, and what appeared in front of Ye Wuwu was an old man in a black robe with gray hair.

Of course, if you don't count the five tails behind the other party, this old man looks very normal.

Five-tailed demon fox.

Equivalent to a primordial baby, or a god?

No matter what, it's much better than my current self.

Ye Wuwu smiled and said, "I want, your soul blood." ”

The white-haired old fox's pupils contracted slightly, and then his face turned gloomy.

Soul Blood.

As the name suggests, the blood of the soul.

Only the great cultivators above the Yuanying realm can condense it, and a cultivation like Ye Wuwu has not even condensed the Yuanying yet, so what kind of soul blood can it talk about.

There are not many uses for this soul blood, but there is only one way to use it, which is a method that people in the cultivation world like very much.

Take the soul blood of others and control them.

When the soul blood is taken away, it is tantamount to putting one's life in the hands of others, and life and death are only in the thoughts of others.

The white-haired old fox had a gloomy face and spoke with a sneer.

"The little baby who has not yet reached the realm of foundation building is also worthy of wanting to control the old man?"

Ye Wuwu didn't care about the unkindness and contempt in the other party's tone, but just asked very calmly.

"Do you want to give it?"

The old fox smiled contemptuously, and his expression was self-evident.

The white-haired old fox's eyes were vicious, and he could see it at a glance, the contract between Ye Wuwu and Her Royal Highness the princess in front of him, as a demon fox, was also very aware of the role of this contract.

This little doll in front of me can't be killed.

But he wanted to blackmail the old man with this, and the white-haired old fox felt that this Ye Wuwu was crazy.

It's a big deal not to kill you, spare your life, and then find a way to manipulate the other party, which is an extremely simple matter for him.

Sign the contract, you are lucky, but you also have this life-saving capital, why do you shout with the old man?

The white-haired old fox's eyes showed a hint of provocation, since he had already seen the princess, then he didn't care about spending more time playing with the human kid in front of him.

Ye Wuwu stared at the old fox and looked at it for a while.

I can't say why, the white-haired old fox was stared at by Ye Wuwu, and he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Behind him, five tails swayed gently, or rather, six.

It's just that the sixth tail has been broken.

The white-haired old fox snorted coldly in his heart at this moment, brushed away the distracting thoughts in his heart, and stood in front of Ye Wuwu with his hands in his hands, his eyes deep.

The tail is a symbol of the strength of the demon fox clan.

If it weren't for the fact that he forcibly broke through that barrier in order to enter the Terran territory, he wouldn't have cut himself off.

His cultivation also fell to the Yuanying realm, and he was no longer a god demon.

But that's enough, in the face of a small Terran monk who has not yet built a foundation, the old fox has a hundred ways to manipulate the other party.

But in the next second, Ye Wuwu's action made the old fox's pupils shrink slightly.

I saw Ye Wuwu at this moment, holding a long sword, slowly facing his heart.

His gaze was as cold as ice, and the long sword slashed lightly in front of his chest, going a little deeper than the old fox's hand.

As if sensing the old fox's gaze, Ye Wuwu raised his head slightly at this moment, looking at him coldly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he grinned.

The smile was cold and piercing.

The old fox, who had lived for an unknown number of years, only felt a chill from his toes to the heavens.

In his sight, the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in front of him stabbed his chest with a sword in one hand, but he was still smiling at him.

Crazy, really crazy.

The old fox cursed in his heart, but his wrinkled face was still calm, and he spoke softly.

"I want to force the old man to die, a very smart boy.

It's just a pity that the old man doesn't eat this set, your sword won't stab down, and the old man won't hand over his soul blood. ”

The depths of the old fox's pupils flickered slightly.

Foxes are the most understandable people's hearts.

The kid in front of him, in the eyes of the old fox, is really an extremely smart person, and there must be a secret in the other party.

That kid and the princess just signed a contract of life and death.

The fluctuations of spiritual power remaining in the surrounding air, as well as the current state of the princess, can confirm this.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he was noticed by the other party, and even more, this kid almost knew the purpose of his coming.

Why did he sign a contract with Her Royal Highness the princess before he came, why did he find out, why did he know his purpose?

All of this was simply too strange in the eyes of the old fox.

This boy is like a prophet of the unknown.

But in any case, a person with such a mind and wisdom, and a secret, will never die easily.

The smarter a person is, the less he wants to die, this is a sentence summed up by the old fox in his cultivation career for many years.

Without exception.

The kid in front of him is smart, but he can't escape this law.

Forcing each other to die is actually just a kind of wisdom of this kid.

The old man doesn't give soul blood, and he still dares to really stab it?

There is only one life, do you dare to die when this kid does?

The old fox had a lot of thoughts in his heart, but he finally convinced himself, his expression showed contempt, and he opened his mouth, and was about to speak, but then, the expression on his face suddenly became frightened.

There are three points of the sword into the flesh.

Blood flowed all over the ground.

"Shaoxia has something to say, I'll give, I'll give!"