Since becoming the Demon Lord, Rong Xian's only role has been to suppress this token with all her strength. And this token is a prison cell, which holds a wicked demon.
She tried her best, even if she blew herself up, she couldn't escape the fate of containing the demon prison.
Now her soul has been damaged by nine points, and the remaining one point is slowly dissipating. Heavenly Dao judged that she was about to disappear, and could no longer suppress the ban, and the ban came out.
Her duty is done!
Rong Xian's face was pale and transparent, but anyone could see the joy in her eyes. She smiled like a flower and said in a cadenced tone: "Uncle, uncle, thank you for helping me."
The ban that couldn't even be solved by self-destruction was solved by Qing Bo's bowl of sunshade.
"Uncle Shi, I see how you can bear the karma of the devil entering the world and the chaos in the world." She whispered with a small smile, "I said that I would repay you, and I will never break my promise. I look forward to your fate."
She stretched out her hand, and in the white and transparent palm was the token emitting golden light.
Rong Xian chuckled lightly and threw the token to the sky.
A big 'forbidden' character loomed in the void, struggling desperately, but the black energy in it rushed without hesitation, desperately trying to knock it away.
Rong Xian stood there and watched happily for a while, and then she mobilized the vitality in the wood spirit bead to heal herself.
After a long time, she was about to turn around and go back to the room, the corner of her eyes swept across the corner of the shadow.
It's Aqi.
What is he doing here
A trace of doubt flashed in Rong Xian's eyes, and then the doubt disappeared, and turned into a stream of light, her brows seemed to incorporate the deepest and richest scenery in the world, which was confusing.
This is a great opportunity, isn't it
Rong Xian no longer suppressed the injury caused by the sunshade. She coughed loudly, and a bitter taste rushed to her throat. She hurriedly took out a handkerchief from her sleeve and covered her mouth. on the ground.
The fire in her palm flickered, and after turning the handkerchief into ashes, she walked back to the room with heavy steps.
After a long time, A Qi walked over slowly. He squatted down and stared at the blood on the ground with deep eyes. He wiped the index finger of his right hand, and the pale golden blood was exposed in his eyes.
"—Emperor Swordsman's blood." A Qi's eyes suddenly burst into a gleam.
The blood of the Sword Emperor, whom they never wanted them to chase, was right under their noses, and Rong Xian was actually a remnant of the Yu clan. No wonder she kept defending Shen Jiulu. It turned out that the two were of the same clan.
However, it seemed that the two did not recognize each other.
Haha, this is really a no-brainer.
A Qi was pleasantly surprised, but never thought to tell Qing Bo the news.
It is enough for him to know the news of the sword emperor's blood essence, and that idiot Qingbo should be a target in the clear.
After thinking about it carefully, he decided to wait for the people from Wuxinya to respond, then grab Rong Xian and go back to the holy mountain. Now it is better to pretend not to know.
A Qi's eyes flashed, and she disappeared without a trace.
Wuxinya, in the golden palace, Ningyue looked at the figure suspended in the air, her eyes were full of surprises: "So, the sword emperor's blood is on Rong Xian's body?"
A Qi nodded affirmatively: "Yes, I personally verified it."
"Okay, okay." Ningyue was overjoyed. As long as she got the sword emperor's blood, she would be able to go further. No matter where the resting heart was hidden, she would not be able to please her in the face of absolute strength.
"Aqi, you monitor Rong Xian well, I'll go right away..." Ningyue's voice suddenly came to an abrupt end.
She suddenly thought that with the shackles of the Biao Demon Prison, the demon cultivator of Wuxin Cliff did not dare to walk out of the holy mountain.
She thought about it carefully, and said, "Aqi, I will send the new disciples in the cliff, they have no karma, as long as you don't kill innocent people in the mortal world, you don't need to be afraid of the devil's prison. After the two of you meet, you must immediately Take Rong Xian back to the holy mountain."
A Qi replied solemnly, "Okay."
Ziwei City City Lord's Mansion.
"Doctor Rong." Early in the morning, the voice of the maid came from outside the door.
In the room, the heavy blue curtains covered all the light outside. In the four corners of the room, the huge luminous pearls exuded a faint cold light. Rong Xian leaned on the soft bed and flipped through the medical book, without raising her head. Said: "Come in."
The maid walked in lightly, and she didn't have any strange expression about the big change in the room.
She bowed her knees and saluted: "Doctor Rong, the city lord told you that if you want to go out to practice medicine, you can go anytime, as long as you don't go too far."
Rong Xian's hand flipped through the book for a while, and a trace of sarcasm flashed in her eyes, but her tone was still soft: "Got it, go and tell the city lord, I understand his kindness. I understand that the doctor doesn't heal himself, let's go."
The poison of the sunshade made her unable to go out during the day. Qingbo let the maid speak to her heart. He could use such a naive method, it was ridiculous!
The maid bowed her head and quietly retreated. She looked a little confused, obviously not understanding the language between the city owner and Rong Xian.
The room was calm again, and Rong Xian's attention was obviously not on the medical book.
Rong Xian sneered, it seems that there has been no movement in the past few days to make Qingbo anxious.
Such an impatient thing still wants the blood of the Sword Emperor and wants the emperor's hegemony. He really has no self-knowledge.
She put the medical book aside and sat cross-legged, with the wood spirit beads exuding vitality floating in front of her, and the vitality in the beads poured into her body continuously, repairing her already overwhelmed injuries.
That little bit of trauma seemed to be healed by something, although it was slow, it was very effective.
Rong Xian was not in a hurry, she would rather be slower than leave a hidden ailment to herself.
Compared with Rong Xian's comfort, Shen Jiulu, who had reached Ziwei City at this time, was not as calm as her. The source of the incident was a child.
Shen Jiulu and his party had just entered the city, and the child in half-old clothes ran up to him, panting, and asked, "Brother Jiulu."
A hint of surprise flashed in Shen Jiuliu's eyes, this is the poor Xiaole: "Xiaole! Why are you here? Are your mother and your sister okay?"
Xiaole nodded and said loudly, "My mother is already well, Dr. Rong's medical skills are very good, and my sister is also very good. Now I do some needlework at home."
Without waiting for Shen Jiulu to ask questions, Xiaole said again: "Brother Jiulu, do you know that Dr. Rong is getting better? I haven't seen her for several days. My mother, my sister and I are very worried about Dr. Rong. And Brother Mumu, he has a cough these two days, I have been waiting for Doctor Rong to see Brother Mumu."
Shen Jiuliu froze for a moment, his indifferent expression stained with anxiety: "Xiao Le, how long has it been since you saw Dr. Rong? How did you know she was ill?"
Rong Xian: The blood of the Sword Emperor is in my hands, Ah Qi, you found the wrong person before ︿(￣︶￣)︿
PS: It will be on the shelves in March, and there will be 10,000 characters per day, so the little angels have to be patient.
(End of this chapter)