Just as Sima Sanniang was about to leave, Yan Chixia's voice suddenly came from behind:

"Sanniang, I know that no matter what I do in the future, there is no way for you to forgive me."

"I don't have the right to let you forgive me at all, I can't even forgive myself, it's all my own finding, self-inflicted."

When Sima Sanniang heard this, she turned around and looked at Yan Chixia without a trace of expression:

"Actually, I wanted to forgive you a long time ago, otherwise I wouldn't need to set up the Forgetfulness Extreme Realm to stop me, and when I regret it, it's too late."

"Because of the red leaves, as soon as I saw you, I thought of the tragic fate brought by the Xuanxin Secret to the Red Leaves, do you know that after practicing the Xuanxin Secret, you can never stop, otherwise you will die of reversal of the meridians, and when you practice to the highest level, you can only make one more move, and finally run out of oil and die of the lamp."

Sima Sanniang stared sarcastically at Yan Chixia's somewhat reddened eyes:

"Yes, you know, you are the former sect master of the Xuanxin Authentic Sect, how could you not know?"

"Then do you know how much Momiji hates us in her heart, we may never see her."

"Yan Chixia, you don't know how important Hongye is to me, how much I love her, if she hadn't practiced the mysteries of Xuanxin, how could she run away from home."

With that, he turned and left.

More than two months later, in the gazebo of the Desperate Villa.

Sima Sanniang had a glass of wine, looked at Yan Chixia in front of her, who was completely injured, and said lightly:

"Why are you still licking your face and staying in my Heartless Villa, refusing to leave."

Yan Chixia persuaded rather distressedly:

"Sanniang, the demons of the Yin Moon Dynasty are now occupying the Netherworld Spring, there must be some scheme, in case it is for the sake of the Mo Evil Sword, the first artifact of the righteous path, causing the demonic energy in the Netherworld Spring to explode, wouldn't this world be over."

"What's my business?"

Sima Sanniang replied while preparing to pour herself wine.

Yan Chixia stepped forward with great eyesight, grabbed the wine bottle, and started drinking for Sima Sanniang, and said:

"Yes, yes, yes, the world is none of our business, but you also know how heavy the demonic energy of the Netherworld Spring is, once it erupts, within a hundred miles of the first forgetfulness forest, all living beings will be spared, and they will all turn into ashes."

"The two of us bear the brunt of the attack."

Sima Sanniang held the refilled wine glass and replied nonchalantly:

"Oh...... Then change the place to live, the world is so big, where can you not build a ruthless mountain villa. ”

Yan Chixia's words were choked in her throat for a while, and she didn't know how to persuade her.

"Sanniang, do you really don't know, or do you not know, when the demonic energy of the dark spring of the underworld erupts, as the demonic qi continues to spread, the whole world will be ruined, and it will be turned into ashes."

"Even if you can't control the rest of the world, what about Momiji? What about the autumn leaves? ”

Yan Chixia spoke bitterly, moved with affection, and told it with reason.

When Sima Sanniang heard the word red leaves, her expression changed slightly, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Just when the two fell into a silent atmosphere, three young people, two men and one woman, came to the gate of the Desperate Villa.

......

Inside the Cave of Heartlessness.

In the mouth of the secluded spring in the netherworld, Yang Jiao sat cross-legged in the air.

Endless demonic qi gushed out from the mouth of the spring and shrouded him, and the Heavenly Demon Holy Armor Sutra in his body broke through one insurmountable barrier after another at a speed unimaginable to the saints of the Yin Moon Dynasty.

At this time, Yang Jiao's magic skills were finally about to be consummated, and he had achieved the cultivation realm of the first generation of the Yin Moon Dynasty Demon Monarch.

In the past, the Demon Lord broke off his love overnight, and once he entered the demon, his skills increased greatly, and he founded the Yin Moon Dynasty.

Now Yang Jiao is about to reach this level.

Even the sword slashing technique is also breaking through rapidly beyond the framework of common sense.

First of all, the two divine skills inherited by the saints of the Yinyue Dynasty have always complemented each other.

When the Heavenly Demon Holy Armor Sutra was about to be consummated, it also led to a breakthrough in the Heaven Cutting Sword Drawing Technique.

Moreover, if you want to practice the so-called Heaven Cutting Sword Technique, if you want to practice it to the highest level, it is no longer a simple skill level, but a matter of qi and spirit.

At this time, Yang Jiao's qi had the Heavenly Demon Holy Armor Sutra, and the gods were also rapidly increasing under the continuous demonic energy of the Netherworld Hidden Spring.

The Lord of Heaven and Yin and Netherworld, absorbing the power of all ownerless negative attribute energy to strengthen himself, is not simply increasing his skill cultivation, but strengthening the Three Treasures of Essence and Spirit in an all-round way, and enhancing his own source power.

So much so that after Yang Jiao stayed in the Netherworld Spring for more than three months, not only was the Heavenly Demon Holy Armor Sutra immediately completed, but the Heaven Cutting Sword Drawing Technique was also about to enter the ninth level, and it was completely completed.

Just as Yang Jiao was concentrating on breaking through with all his strength, he suddenly felt that the demonic qi gushing up the spring mouth began to thin and decrease.

The figure couldn't help but be stunned, since a month ago, his Heavenly Demon Holy Armor Sutra had been consummated, but it seemed to be only a line away, but in fact, it was boundless.

Absorbing endlessly for a whole month, he felt that the demonic energy in the Netherworld Spring was about to be absorbed by him, and he still did not succeed in breaking through.

Yang Jiao simply didn't do anything, and suddenly the whole person leaned over and dived into the dark spring of the netherworld.

The first thing that caught my eye was not some demonic energy, but a long sword stuck at the bottom of the spring.

When he approached the long sword, he couldn't help but sigh, so enchanting, so vicious sword, red gold and red, cross sword body on all sides, sword body with fierce hooks.

If it weren't for the fact that in this netherworld spring, and clearly perceiving that the long sword contained an unusually powerful and powerful righteous qi, who would dare to believe that this was the first artifact of the righteous path, the Mo Evil Sword.

Yang Jiao couldn't help but have a dark belly, this style is also worthy of being a divine soldier cast by the Heavenly Demon Mine.

Then, he looked at the layout of the bottom of the spring, and immediately knew in his heart that he had absorbed a large amount of demonic qi before, which caused the demonic energy of the Netherworld Spring to decrease rapidly, which also caused the Mo Evil Sword, which should not be able to suppress the demonic energy of the Netherworld Netherworld, to reduce the pressure greatly.

This led to the enhancement of Mo Evil Sword's ability to suppress demonic qi, causing the demonic qi he absorbed above the spring mouth to gradually become scarce.

Yang Jiao immediately stretched out his hand and held it on the hilt of the Mo Evil Sword, wanting to pull it out, but as soon as he touched it, the Mo Evil Sword couldn't stop trembling, and seemed to be very resistant.

Seeing this situation, he didn't care about it, knowing that this was the righteous qi of the Mo Evil Sword, and it was resisting him, but there was nothing to do, how could he resist.

With a brush, the Mo Evil Sword was pulled out by Yang Jiao, and suddenly, the vast demonic qi that had been entrenched in the Netherworld Spring for countless years continued to gush out and rush straight at him.

When this mellow and deep demonic qi was inhaled into the body, the demonic power began to run at full power like a fully fueled engine.

The hearty pleasure made the heart relax slightly, and Mo Xie Sword took the opportunity to get out of his hand and flew around in the air like a wild horse that had lost its reins.

With the passage of time, it seemed that the demonic energy of the Netherworld Spring was decreasing sharply, and the sword body flickered, and it rushed out of the spring in the blink of an eye, disappearing without a trace.

At this time, Yang Jiao was deeply immersed in the promotion of demonic skills, and did not care about the disappearance of the Mo Evil Sword.