Ye Qiao and Meng Liu looked at each other and took a breath.
"what is that?"
"what?"
The ink-colored light spots spread out rapidly the moment the talisman was struck, seemingly coming out of the pattern, accompanied by changes in form.
When she looked at Bu Jianjun's stick before, she felt that it looked a bit like a staff when changing, but now its shape was even closer.
Just looking at the appearance is extremely pleasing to the eye.
But now is not the time to appreciate the changes in the stick. What made Meng Liu and Ye Qiao react so strongly was that something seemed to come out of the stick.
After the two of them finished speaking almost at the same time, the talisman disappeared and merged into the stick. The things on it seemed to break free from their restraints. The moment they jumped out, they suddenly grabbed Ye Qiao and Meng Liu who were closest to the stick.
Both of them were in the Nascent Soul stage, and one of them had even reached the peak of the Nascent Soul. However, neither of them managed to escape. They were forced to hold them in place, and Meng Liu almost collapsed. What the hell is this?
If they had known the consequences, neither of them would have touched the stick with their bare hands.
The black energy rushed towards Meng Liu and Ye Qiao first, and the two of them were swallowed up by the black mist in an instant. Bu Jianjun was also a little stunned by this scene.
In the black fog, an uncontrollable coldness seeped out from the bone marrow. The feeling just now was indescribable, like maggots attached to the bones clinging to the body. The disgusting and terrifying feeling that could not be shaken off no matter what, seemed to absorb all the five senses of a person. Devour.
Ye Qiao felt intense discomfort, and at the same time he could feel something vaguely drilling into his body.
I also vaguely heard a few unfamiliar voices.
The voice vaguely seemed to come from within his own body.
Meng Liu's voice suddenly became hoarse. This strange scene caught both of them unexpectedly.
"Fuck, what the hell is this?"
After all the surrounding black mist penetrated into her body, she didn't feel too uncomfortable and couldn't help but turn her head to observe Meng Liu's condition.
Meng Liu's expression was much more frightened than hers. When he saw all the black mist penetrate into Ye Qiao's body, he was completely frightened and speechless, and quickly backed away from Ye Qiao.
It was as if he were looking at a scourge.
Ye Qiao didn't see what it was, but he could tell at a glance that it was a person's remnant soul, trying to enter Ye Qiao's body to seize his body.
This is the most common method used by demons. Once the body is taken away, if the other person's acting skills are good, he can completely replace another person in life. This secret method that disrupts the order of heaven is listed as a forbidden book by the monks in the world of cultivation, but for the demons it is It doesn't matter, they don't take the rules set by Heaven into consideration at all.
There are all kinds of destructive secret methods emerging one after another. It is really no wonder that Heavenly Dao hates the demons.
Ye Qiao saw that Meng Liu was even more collapsed than she was, so he immediately calmed down and felt the situation inside his body. After the black mist entered his dantian, there seemed to be voices constantly talking in his ears, but there was nothing special about the rest.
All these changes happened so fast that Bu Jianjun didn't even react. When he came back to his senses, he saw Ye Qiao lowering her head. He quickly drifted over and found that her expression seemed to be normal, without any pain from being taken away.
Meng Liu suppressed his sense of horror and looked at Ye Qiao warily. Instead of daring to get close to him, he asked Bu Jianjun, "What is that black energy? Why did it suddenly jump out?" He even approached Ye Qiao.
Bu Jianjun smelled the remnants of the black mist carefully, and then finally determined: "That black mist should be the remnant soul of the first-generation Demon Lord."
Bu Jianjun frowned in disgust, "He's so disgusting." Before he died, a trace of his soul was still attached to his natal sword.
Perhaps when the first-generation Demon Lord tried to attach a ray to the sword, Bu Jianjun noticed it. Out of self-protection, he immediately locked up his remaining soul. Bu Jianjun himself has nothing to do with locking up this remnant soul.
Before he had a complete mind, all his actions were out of self-protection.
Now that it has been broken open by Ye Qiao, it's a good thing it's broken, otherwise it would be a bit creepy no matter how much you think about it, if a ray of residual soul is attached to it.
The first generation Demon Lord?
Ye Qiao raised an eyebrow at the identity of this remnant soul and observed the strange scene in front of him, "Then what does he want to do?"
She had heard that the demons had a sinister way of seizing bodies, but she never expected that she would see them today.
"He wants to seize the body!" Bu Jianjun looked at the situation in front of him and poured out the opponent's situation like a dumpling. "He failed to ascend at the beginning. He threw me down at the critical moment, and the remaining soul was attached to the sword. Only then was he able to survive for a thousand years. He wanted to take away your body."
He only had vague memories of previous sword masters, but the first-generation Demon Lord had a very deep impression. Without him, the scene where the opponent failed to ascend would have been too unforgettable.
Ye Qiao repeated: "The first generation Demon Lord?" She didn't know what she was thinking, but Bu Jianjun felt that she probably didn't mean anything good.
Meng Liu was almost frightened to death by the words "one man and one sword". He tightened his arms tightly as if this could give him a sense of security, and - "You are still conscious?"
A person whose body is taken away will basically not have much time to react. That is the first-generation demon king, and he will lose consciousness and be replaced by the other party in an instant. This was one of the reasons why he was wary of Ye Qiao. Who knew what could take her away.
I don’t think you will understand this question.
He also gloated about lighting a candle for his first sword master, who was the bad one, a monk of common life path, but if he had chosen Meng Liu, they might have succeeded before they had time to stop him.
It would be nice to let him out and fight the current Demon Lord then.
Who knew that he had cerebral palsy and coveted the qualifications of Tianpin Lei Linggen, so he directly chose Ye Qiao.
"If Qiaoqiao puts a ray of her soul into me, I will definitely not lock her up!" He vowed. When he thought of the first-generation Demon Lord putting a ray of his soul into himself, he was about to feel sick.
If there wasn't a young master of the demon clan present, Feixianjian would have jumped out and hit him.
"When did he become so talkative?" KFC also smacked her lips. She sat in the field with her legs dangling, unable to believe that those were words Bu Jianjun could say.
"Hmm, maybe I took some further training to learn the charm of language arts~" Suddenly, an unidentifiable voice came to my ears, with a somewhat romantic tone.
"Ahhhh!!" The sudden and unfamiliar voice frightened KFC so much that the surrounding area burst into flames. "There's a ghost."
Feixian raised his eyebrows in surprise and tried to stop her, "We have a ghost king here, don't be afraid."
And the voice that came out of nowhere shouldn't be a ghost, right? There is no one else in the field. If something else invaded, it would have been crushed by all creatures.
The red-haired loli felt aggrieved, "But ghosts are uglier than Xiaoqi."
Xiaoqi wrinkled his nose, feeling offended, and rushed after KFC, "Go to hell!"
There was a lot of excitement in the field, and Ye Qiao was also offended. What are these guys doing? Do you want to dismantle her domain?
At this moment, she not only had to pay attention to the first-generation demon king who had penetrated into her body, but also to adjust the relationship between the group of people in the field. When she heard them say there was movement, Ye Qiao's first reaction was, it can't be that. Has the Demon Lord gone in?
After thinking about it, I thought it was impossible.
"Glimpse Sword?"
She immediately let go of her thoughts and carefully observed the situation in the field. The person who spoke was the lavender spiritual sword.
As if aware of her secretly prying eyes, the lavender sword spirit swayed slightly, trying to harass her, "Xiao Qiaoqiao~!"
He also turned around in a circle. If he had a human form, the other party would probably be quite coquettish.
This tone is simply...
While dealing with the first-generation Demon Lord, Ye Qiao also paid attention to the situation in the field, and touched his arm in disgust.
So sexy! !
