Yi Qiuxue expected that the reason why Meng Jieyu was like this was mostly because she listened to Mama Yan, and said with a smile: "Mama Yan and Jieyu have long been a family, so they are almost a family with this seat!"

Mama Yan knew that Yi Qiuxue was warning herself, and she didn't dare to respond to Yi Qiuxue's words, after all, if she said that she was a family with Yi Qiuxue, she would be related to Xuantian Master, such a big honor was not something that she could afford as an old woman.

Mama Yan knew that she had met an opponent, so she fell to her knees with a thud, "How dare the slave family climb the national teacher!"

"Since Mama Yan is so polite, then this seat will not be polite to you in the future!"

The warning in Yi Qiuxue's words became stronger and stronger, and she was so frightened that Mama Yan broke out in a cold sweat, and after a while, she excused herself and retreated.

Meng Jieyu sat on the treasure hall, watching Yi Qiuxue and Mama Yan talking, seeing that these two people were very good at talking, and thought that they hit it off at first sight, she didn't realize that these two people had already had a contest in words.

On the contrary, Mu Yongjing saw Yi Qiuxue quietly reprimanding Mama Yan, and admired her technique of splitting thousands of pounds in four or two.

Yi Qiuxue finally finished dealing with the affairs of King Jing's Mansion, and hurriedly rushed to Linggu with her clone technique, to her surprise, Gui Yuan Ding and Xuantian Master were gone.

Yi Qiuxue had a premonition that something big was going to happen, so she hurried to Xianjun Peak, but she didn't see Xuantian Master.

There was only Qiluo in the hall, and when Qiluo saw her frightened, she asked, "Sister Yi, but what happened?"

"Has your master ever returned?"

Qiluo shook his head, "I haven't seen my master for two days!"

Yi Qiuxue's face turned pale instantly when she heard this.

Thinking of Xuantian Master's bloodless face and his weak body, the whole person trembled, "Go and notify the others and let them look around!"

Qiluo also had a premonition that something was wrong, so he hurriedly set off the fireworks of the police, and after a while, Fan Kongju, Le Huaiyuan and others came one after another.

Yi Qiuxue looked at the seven apprentices of Xuantian Master and said, "If you don't want your master to have anything to do, just hurry up and find him, if you are one step late, you will never see him again." ”

The seven people were taken aback by Yi Qiuxue's words, knowing that Yi Qiuxue would never say such things that did not know the seriousness, they immediately split up to look for them, and after a while, there was news from the side of Qi Yu Peak, saying that it was Xuan Tian Shi who was praying for Yu Peak.

Yi Qiuxue rushed to Qiyu Peak in an instant, and saw that Xuantian Master was holding the vajra-shaped demon sword in one hand and pinching the trick in the other, and the place where he was standing happened to be the entrance to the demon realm.

His purpose is self-evident.

Yi Qiuxue called out to him: "Ah Jiu, you come back for me!"

Xuantian Master turned a deaf ear, in fact, he had cut off all contact with the outside world, and this time he was thinking that he would die with Jueyan.

"If you want to kill me, he won't survive!haha!"

The other half of Jueyan's primordial spirit sensed the danger and laughed in Yi Qiuxue's body.

"Shut up! If you are verbose, this seat will smash you to pieces. ”

Since she regained her memory, she had an aura of her own, and what she said was even more true to her word, and Jueyan was shocked by her tone.

Shut your mouth in understanding.

But even if he didn't speak, Master Xuantian wouldn't let him go.

Xuantian Master stood at the entrance of the Demon Realm, he would want to lure Mo Lu out.

The power of the Demon Sword is much stronger than in the previous life, and that is because this sword is fused with the divine blood of the two, and in addition, Yi Qiuxue also added Nuwa Stone fragments as recorded in the secret book.

The fragment of the Nuwa stone was given to her by Xiaobai, Xiaobai said, it was her mother's relic, and Yi Qiuxue only knew at that time that Xiaobai's mother was a descendant of Nuwa, but unfortunately her life was short, and she died not long after giving birth to Xiaobai.

Xiaobai said that Nuwa Stone can strengthen his body when worn on his body, but in Xiaobai's opinion, this is the end of his life, and it is a waste to put such a good thing on him, if he can help Yi Qiuxue eliminate this ancient demon and avenge his dead friends, he feels that this is the mission of Nuwa Stone.

It is mentioned in the secret book that in order to destroy the ancient demons, it is necessary to sacrifice the sword with a lifetime soul, which is why Lan Yu is in the Lantian Sword.

"Ah Jiu, what do you mean? didn't you say okay, wait for me to come back!"

Yi Qiuxue became more and more afraid, and her lips trembled when she spoke.

As she spoke, she slapped the enchantment, but this enchantment was cast by him with the highest level of magic, and even an immortal with high cultivation like her could not break this enchantment.

In the blink of an eye, the sky was covered with dark clouds, the sun and the moon were dark, and the wind was blowing, and the gate of the demon world opened, and a red light of demon rule jumped out from the door.

In just a few days, Mo Lu's cultivation has strengthened a lot.

And because he subconsciously rejects Jueyan, he has not yet turned into Jueyan's appearance.

Even so, the temperament is the same as that of Jueyan.

Mo Lu rolled the red robe on his body to his side, stood opposite Xuantian Master and said, "If you want to kill me, it's not that simple!"

Xuantian Master chuckled, "It's difficult, but it doesn't mean it's impossible!"

As he spoke, he had already recited the incantation.

The Demon Sword escaped from his hand, and the sword body stood upright in the air, the golden light was scorching, and the golden light flashed in Sanskrit the size of a tadpole group, and no one sang Sanskrit.

The voices are indistinguishable between men and women, but every sentence is like pure water that soaks into people's hearts.

Xuantian Master glanced at Yi Qiuxue, in his opinion, this was the last time he looked at his beloved woman, his eyes were full of reluctance: "Ah Xue, I can't bear you and the child, but unfortunately, if I don't do this, how can I change the safety of you and the child! ......Live! Me!"

Little by little, the purple light on his body seeped into the Demon Sword, until the whole person melted into the sword.

"Ah Jiu!"

Yi Qiuxue's mournful voice sounded in his ears, but Xuantian Master could no longer hear it, after entering the Demon Killing Sword, he instantly merged with the sword and integrated his lifelong cultivation into the sword, and he wanted to completely destroy the Yuan Shen of Jueyan according to the last wisp of divine consciousness.

Mo Lu was trapped in the formation formed by the Demon Sword, and the incessant chanting of Sanskrit made his head split.

After a while, Jueyan's primordial spirit escaped from the ink and land body, and after being stabbed by the Demon Sword, it turned into a pool of blood.

Yi Qiuxue didn't want Xuantian Master to sacrifice in vain, what she had to do now was to destroy the other half of the Awake Flame Yuan Shen in her body.

She bit her teeth, used the blood of the fetus as a guide, broke the barrier of the Xuantian Master, and then flew into the Demon Sword Sword Array.

The golden light in the sword array was magnificent, but it was also murderous.

Yi Qiuxue released the half of Jueyan's primordial spirit and let it die in the sword formation of the Demon Sword.

After doing this, her whole body has collapsed, and her heart is full of sadness, and the whole person is as thin as a piece of paper.

Le Huaiyuan had already been ordered by the Xuantian Master to take care of her, and seeing that she was so weak, he rushed into the sword formation under the risk of being stabbed by the sword light of the Demon Sword, and hugged Yi Qiuxue out horizontally.

"Let go of me! I'm going to be with him!"

Yi Qiuxue's palm blew and slapped Le Huaiyuan away, but unfortunately her physical strength was weak, and this palm was only one-third of the usual strength, which was not enough to slap Le Huaiyuan away.

"Miss Yi, please mourn!"

Le Huaiyuan persuaded Yi Qiuxue, and while Yi Qiuxue was in a trance, he struck her on the back of the neck and knocked her unconscious.