"I don't accept people who have two hearts around me. You are my weapon. The weapon is my closest partner. If my closest partner has two hearts, the consequences will be disastrous. I don't want to bet. If you want to go, then go. I won't stop you either." Song Qi lowered his head.
Qing Yuanjian thought she was suffering, and felt a lot more comfortable.
"Hopefully the next time we meet again, it's not on the battlefield."
"Oh." Song Qi said, a piece of talisman paper had been neatly pressed on Qing Yuanjian's body.
Qing Yuanjian suddenly lost its spiritual power and fell on the table. Without the contract, Song Qi couldn't hear what it was saying, but judging from the intensity of its shaking, it was probably a curse.
Song Qi emptied the unfinished tea in the teacup.
"It's really interesting, think about it with your head, how could I possibly put you back." This talisman was asked by Lu Yuhuai before. She was afraid that she couldn't control the Qingyuan sword, and if it got out of control, she would give it to the other party. One can make the other party quiet, but I didn't expect it to be used in the end.
Song Qi put the Qingyuan sword into the storage bag, and now Song Qi can't even see the movement of his resistance.
"Then what about your weapon?"
"Don't the demons also have artifacts? Since I am a descendant of a demon, a pure-blooded demon, I should naturally submit to me." Song Qi said, looking around, looking forward to another sword flying from there.
"You really want to help the demons?"
"I don't know, take one step at a time. You don't have to take what I say here too seriously." Song Qi got up, took Feng Tuo to the library, and found the record about the Demon Sword.
There are not many records, there are many legends and stories, but at a glance, you can see that they are not credible.
Whether this sword exists or not is also a mystery in the book.
Ji Xuan came to Song Qi's yard to eat dinner at night, and the whole person seemed to be in high spirits.
"I cancelled the contract with Qingyuanjian, where is the demon artifact?" Song Qi asked.
Ji Xuan was stunned for a moment: "I lost it a long time ago. It is the weapon of the demon ancestor. After the fight with Lu Yuhuai's master, both the demon ancestor and his artifact fell into the magma, and they have not been found until now."
Although it is said that the artifact is much better than the ordinary sword, but after so many years in the lava, everyone has accepted the fact that the artifact of the demon ancestor cannot be recovered.
"You still want to find an artifact? You are really ambitious."
"I'm used to good things, how can I bear the defective products of garbage." Song Qi sat upright in front of the table, "After the ceremony, I will go to the place where the demon ancestor fell."
"Whatever you want." Ji Xuan glanced at Song Qi, thinking that Qing Yuanjian ran out to recognize the master himself, and hoped that it would be so smooth this time, "If I can't find it, I will try to find a better one for you. ."
"Oh." Song Qi propped his chin, "Aren't you afraid of my mutiny?"
"Kyushu can't hold you, if even the demons can't hold you, you have nowhere to go in this world." Ji Xuan said, he was not afraid.
After Song Qi lifts the seal, he will spread the news throughout Kyushu as soon as possible, cutting off her retreat.
The two looked at each other.
Song Qi smiled.
For the next period of time, the demons were busy.
The Demon Race is a big event, and the entire Demon Race is bright on the day of the festival.
Luo Shuyun shuttled through the crowd, being pushed and shoved, her wrist was already bleeding from the hemp rope.
"Hey, why is there a human race here?"
"Kill her!"
"Kill a wool! This is what I bought at the border with a hundred spirit stones. Who dares to touch me and kill anyone!"
"Tsk, it's not good to buy someone, buy someone, can people stand you?"
"This is a cultivator of the Jindan stage, and it is much better than those who have not practiced."
"Really? Yo, this child is also good-looking, you really are not taboo between men and women!"
"Hahaha."
…
Their conversations are filthy and jarring.
Luo Shuyun's face was expressionless, and she was the last to hear it.
Fang Yue walked beside Luo Shuyun, his hands were also tied, listening to the conversations of the people around him, his face was extremely ugly, and he wanted to scold back, but after seeing Luo Shuyun's expression, he closed his mouth again.
"Sister, what should we do now?"
"Find a way to contact Yaoyao." Luo Shuyun blinked, she understood what Song Qi meant, but she still didn't want to stay there alone.
"How do I get in touch?" Fang Yue asked sincerely.
Luo Shuyun fell into silence, she never used her brain to say that.
The two looked at each other, Fang Yue looked at Luo Shuyun's unpredictable appearance, thinking that she had a way, but in fact, Luo Shuyun's mind was blank.
She believes in the plot, as long as she follows the plot, she will be fine.
Luo Shuyun took a deep breath.
Two people were taken into a courtyard, and both were taken into a room.
"Serve Lao Tzu well, and make you feel better in the future, you know?" The man smiled, showing his mouth full of ugly teeth.
Luo Shuyun frowned and took two steps back.
"Haha." The man laughed again, "Now that I know how to hide, I'm afraid I won't be able to do without Lao Tzu, little beauty."
Luo Shuyun stepped back again and again, kicked the stool, the man smashed the stool with one palm, and the greasy and wretched smile made people sicker.
Fang Yue was still a child. It was the first time he saw this kind of thing, and his face turned pale. Seeing that Luo Shuyun was difficult, the man simply turned to Fang Yue.
There has been a commotion outside, the sound of firecrackers, the noise.
The man frowned, glanced outside the door, and scolded secretly: "Oh, garbage festival, I don't know what the devil thinks this year, but he actually made a human being the saint of the festival."
Luo Shuyun's eyes lit up, the human should be Song Qi, she kicked Fang Yue.
"Master, let's go out and have a look. If you have to go out during the festival, I'm afraid it will be bad."
"Grass!" The man glanced at Luo Shuyun and Fang Yue in the room, and twitched the corners of his mouth, "Wait for Lao Tzu to come back and take care of you."
Song Qi was standing on the steps wearing cumbersome clothes. Her face was covered by a veil, leaving only a pair of eyes outside. She swept over the demons below and grabbed the blood-red sword in her hand.
The ritual used human sacrifices. Twelve selected demon girls were tied to twelve pillars. The upper half of the pillars were still jade-white, and the lower half had been soaked in blood. I don’t know how many died on them. people.
She glanced away and looked away quietly, staring into the distance.
The high priest Ji Xuan said came out, and the two looked at each other.
This was the first time Song Qi saw the high priest. The high priest's face was covered with strange paints, and he couldn't distinguish the original facial features. Only his wrinkles were slightly recognizable.
The other party glanced at Song Qi from the beginning, and then didn't look at her again, and walked past Song Qi without looking sideways.
Song Qi didn't move.
The high priest climbed to the highest altar and began to say something Song Qi could not understand.
The demons who were whispering below instantly became quiet, very solemn, and there was only the voice of the high priest between heaven and earth.
The surrounding wind suddenly became stronger little by little, and Song Qi's dress was blown by the wind.
"Host, you are really calm, aren't you afraid that they will sacrifice you?"
"I am the mistress."
System NZ: "The host has changed."
Song Qi took a deep breath.
Feng suddenly heard it again, and her peripheral vision swept to the pillar next to her. She didn't know when the girl on the pillar had disappeared, leaving only a pool of bright red blood on the pillar.
Demon blood is also red.
Song Qi looked up at the sky, and his eardrums suddenly shook.
"Who made you look up."
Song Qi was stunned for a moment, no one spoke, and the voice did not know where it came from.
"Who are you?" Song Qi asked.
All eyes fell on Song Qi.
The high priest frowned and wanted to shut up Song Qi, but was stopped by a force.
"The Mo family, Mo Yu."
"Mo Yu." Song Qi narrowed his eyes, isn't Mo Yu the demon ancestor
According to the Kyushu textbook, the demon ancestor died eight hundred years ago.
I don't know who this high priest is, but he can summon the residual will of the Demon Ancestor.
"I know the meaning of coming to me. I will lift the seal for you. After that, you can go to Lieyu to get my sword back and revitalize the Mo family."
Song Qi didn't know what to say: "I'm alone, my ancestor."
"I want you to make the name of the Mozu Mo family resound throughout the continent!"
"If you can't do it, you will explode and die."
The other party's voice gradually became crazy.
Song Qi felt a force forced into her meridians, rampant, and extremely uncomfortable, but she could feel that something was being released little by little, and her legs softened and she sat down directly.
She bit her lip hard.
Song Qi was very curious about how strong the Demon Ancestor was back then, but it was just a wisp of consciousness that had such great power.
When the seal was lifted, the demonic energy surged into the sky.
Natural illusion.
Black clouds rolled over the capital of the Demon Realm, and there was a faint golden glow in the black clouds.
Can be seen from far away.
Yu Fengcheng's disciple standing on the city wall shivered and took out the jade slip and began to spread the word.
Song Qi has never felt that his cultivation has risen so fast, as if there is endless power, spiritual energy and demonic energy are mixed together, they will not merge with each other, but there will be no conflict, they are very peaceful.
The Golden Core Thunder Tribulation is already brewing.
The thunderclouds of tribulation are more obvious from a distance.
Yu Fengcheng started to be chaotic.
One after another thunder struck down.
Ji Xuan took out the magic weapons that he had prepared for a long time, and threw them out one by one. Seeing those things shattered under the thunder, he felt distressed.
It's all money.
Song Qi has already spent most of his fortune here, and he feels that the other half will be spent soon.