"Why don't you kill me? Killing me with your own hands isn't what you want to do the most. ”

"Kill you, who will I transfer the demon root in Jiang Qinghe's body to?" Yan Yun looked at it coldly.

As soon as she finished speaking, she prepared to cast a spell and leave the demon world.

"Host, wait a minute! Let's go back to the main city of the Demon Capital, where we have good things to take. ”

Duocai hurriedly spoke, although I don't know what the other systems say is good, but it shouldn't be too bad.

Her hand froze, paused, and then took out the spirit ring and dripped a drop of blood into it.

The spirit ring suddenly emitted a glowing white light, and then disappeared after a moment, and she probed her divine sense into it, which was a small space, about a dozen square meters, with a dry pool.

Yan Yun's mind moved, and Song Qingyue was included in the space, and then looked at Yu Feng.

As if expecting what she was going to do, Yu Feng's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help but hug the person in his arms tightly, "I am willing to sacrifice my soul to exempt Jiang Qinghe from the contract in his body."

"Just let me take her away."

As he said this, his expression gradually became a little stiff, and he couldn't help lowering his eyes and his fingertips trembling.

Now, he also has to ask for this, the little girl he has never put in his eyes, it is really a cycle of cause and effect

"Nope."

She looked down at him, refused without hesitation, and said in a deep voice, "I won't believe anything you say. ”

Yu Feng never thought that she would refuse so quickly, and her expression was sluggish.

Yan Yun forced him to raise his head, looked into her eyes, and said word by word: "You are so disgusting, you have always regarded Jiang Qinghe as a dispensable tool. ”

He knew that if he used Jiang Qinghe's matter as a bargaining chip, Yan Yun would agree, but unfortunately, she wouldn't believe any of his words.

Tool? Yu Feng was dumbfounded, and suddenly laughed, a little sad, but with great self-deprecation.

Yan Yun forcefully took out the dead Qinghui in his arms, and then directly knocked him unconscious and threw him into the carry-on space.

She used her spiritual power to dig a pit in the ground, buried Qinghui in it, and then turned into light and shadow and headed towards the main city of the Demon Capital.

The scenery around him is ever-changing, the main city of the Demon Capital is no longer prosperous in the illusion, and it is even darker in the gloomy world, and the remaining bloodstains on the ground remind everyone that there was a tragic battle here.

Following Duocai's guidance, she came to a palace in the Demon Palace.

"Qionghua Palace."

She looked up and pronounced the name of the palace.

On the palace gate, there was a pair of human bones, Yan Yun's eyes flashed a hint of gloom, and he raised his hand to collect the bones into the storage bag.

"Host, it's near here, you can find out if there is a secret passage."

Yan Yun nodded, and then probed the place.

As she reached the inner sanctum, the green bracelet in her hand suddenly lit up, exuding a sense of warmth.

In the next second, just hearing a "boom", the wall in front of her opened on its own, until a secret passage was revealed.

She gently rubbed the bead chain on her wrist with her hand, and then strode into the secret passage.

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Changle Sect.

Because Jiang Qinghe has been living in Yuehuaju these days, his spirit is obviously much better, but his face is getting more and more pale.

The junior sister disappeared for no reason, and Uncle Wu Yue and Uncle Meng Xuan seemed to be suddenly busy and didn't know what she was doing.

He was lying in bed, and sometimes he thought it was good to just die, but now he was too tired to be like this.

Spring will always squat next to him, rubbing his head against his palm, as if to say, and I am with you.

With the scent of flowers outside the window, he had a lot of thoughts, and finally fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, a figure quietly appeared in front of the window.

It was Wen Qingyu, he put on a sleeping technique, and then entered the house, and couldn't help sighing.

He couldn't be more clear about his body, the demonic energy on his body is getting stronger and stronger day by day, and there is a faint tendency to attack his heart, and he will become a demon sooner or later.

In that case, it is better to exchange this contract for him.

It's because he's too stupid, it's because he blindly believes in Master, believes in Qingyue, harms so many people, and ends up like this, and he deserves it.

Wen Qingyu stretched out his hand and tried to strip the contract from his divine soul and transfer it to himself, the collision between the divine soul and the divine soul was undoubtedly extremely dangerous, and the slightest carelessness would endanger his life.

He carefully led his soul around Jiang Qinghe's soul, looking for the contract.

Finally, in the depths of his soul, he found a golden mark.

Wen Qingyu didn't have time to be happy, he didn't dare to be distracted, for fear of hurting Jiang Qinghe's soul.

He divided the power of his divine soul into strands, wrapped them around the golden mark, and then stabbed his chest and took out a drop of blood, wanting to forcibly form a contract with him.

Just as he was about to wrap the power of his divine soul completely around the golden seal, an extremely strong aura of aggression suddenly emerged from under the golden seal.

That aggressive aura devoured Wen Qingyu's divine soul power like gluttony, and when he endured the severe pain and withdrew his divine soul, his temples were already sweating.

What is this?

Wen Qingyu was a little frightened by Fang Cai's strange power, and at the same time, he quickly reacted that Jiang Qinghe's weakness was not caused by this contract!

On the contrary, if it weren't for this contract to suppress that thing, I'm afraid that the junior brother would have been sucked dry a long time ago......

Wen Qingyu seemed to have found his target all at once, and he once again lured out his divine soul into Jiang Qinghe's divine soul, this time his purpose was no longer the golden mark.

He's going to draw that thing out.

In the dimly lit room, Wen Qingyu was dressed in white, shining brightly in the moonlight outside the window.

Time passed minute by minute, and the moment the morning light came out, he finally transferred the strange thing to his own spirit.

Wen Qingyu felt that thing constantly devouring his spiritual power, eating away at his divine soul little by little.

If it weren't for the fact that he was already a Jindan cultivator, I am afraid that he would fall in the next second.

Wen Qingyu smiled lightly in the direction of Jiang Qinghe, with a little relief.

He has been in the Changle Sect for nearly a hundred years, and Jiang Qinghe was only three or four years old when he entered the sect.

The master didn't know how to take children, so he handed over the lively and active Jiang Qinghe to him to bring, and sometimes he even had the illusion of being a father and a mother at the same time...... Now, it is time for him to atone for his sins.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched Jiang Qinghe's head, leaving a few storage bags, thinking about it and leaving his saber, and finally leaving a note on the table and disappearing into the Changle Sect.

When the morning sun shone into the house, Jiang Qinghe's eyelids moved slightly, and the spring on one side arched his head, making his face itch.

"How do you feel comfortable when you wake up......?"

When he opened his eyes, he was a little puzzled, and he felt full of vitality all of a sudden, and he didn't feel the usual fatigue at all.

When he saw the things on the table, he stepped forward blankly, how could Senior Brother's saber be here?

(End of chapter)