As for the knife, it turned white, revealing its true form and its name - Prisoner's Corpse Edict. Doesn't it look white and pure, so you think it means people are kind and can be bullied?
This name is not a good one.
Shui Miaomiao thought about it and realized that it meant that the power gathered by the knife was gone, and it would start to search for the power of Ninefold Vengeance again.
"We don't practice swordsmanship, believe me." Shui Miaomiao grabbed Jiuchengqiu's hands and held them tightly, "We practice swordsmanship together. Don't forget, the pair we brought out from Yangbianzhai were originally a pair. Taoist Sword."
Today she also saw the magic of those two swords. The sword was absorbing the power of the Ninefold Vengeance, so she used the two swords to press the sword so that it neither dared nor could...
Jiuchengqiu wanted to stay in Yaolu for observation for a while. Shui Miaomiao asked Jiuchengqiu to stay in Yaolu for a few more days while the younger brother stayed in Renjing Xiaozhu. Just in case, it was best for the two of them not to come into contact with each other.
Xuan'er's eyes outside Yaolu were red, because she was worried about the ninth level of revenge.
Jiuchengqiu's seemingly gentle actions were because he dreamed of his family when he fainted today. Shui Miaomiao actually liked Jiuchengqiu to maintain this attitude. Don't treat Xuan'er's nose differently in a few days. No more eyes.
Ke Xuan'er's expression was very strange.
How should I put it, she seems to be much more determined, and her eyes are no longer panicked. Unlike before, everyone can see that she is making some small calculations.
But at this moment, Xuan'er's eyes were very calm. Underneath the calm lake surface were often hidden whirlpools with surging undercurrents.
Xuan'er has determined who caused the tragedy in her life. It was those people who did not allow Jiucheng Qiu to practice swordsmanship. Maybe she was still hesitant before, after all, the person in front of her was sometimes really nice to her.
It turned out that this was just compensation after suppression. Was it because he was not allowed to practice swordsmanship because he was afraid that he would not be able to master him? She will let Jiucheng Qiu practice swordsmanship, and she will make everyone pay with blood!
"Take good care of Jiuchengqiu." Shui Miaomiao warned, knowing that Jiuchengqiu would be there when Yaolu Xuan'er was there, and then whispered in a seemingly meaningless voice, "If you care about him, don't do anything dangerous. .”
Leng Ningchi was left in the Yaolu by Si Chu and said that she was going to have acupuncture. Leng Ningchi said that he would go to Renjing Xiaozhu to pick her up after she finished the acupuncture. He probably saw that Shui Miaomiao was hesitating.
Shui Miaomiao hugged Leng Ningchi, turned around and left, facing Renjing Xiaozhu...
Mu Cang knew that he had often been in a trance recently, especially after each treatment for Wen Renxian, but he was just in a trance, thinking that he was just in poor health.
But looking at the dilapidated Renjing Xiaozhu today, I knew something was wrong.
Evocation.
Ninefold Vengeance was being used. I learned this for Shui Miaomiao, but I didn't expect that I could use it. I had to thank Shui Miaomiao, otherwise I wouldn't have asked to learn Soul Summoning.
Mu Cang appeared on the surface of the water. The surroundings were quiet in the mist. He could only hear his own heartbeat and another heartbeat that was beating dull and slow and not like a human being.
Lowering his head, what was reflected in the lake was not his own shadow, but a blurry and formless black shadow, inlaid with two blood-red eyes.
The moment they looked at each other, the lake lit up, transforming into rare treasures, wealth, countless beauties, and the pinnacle of power.
Turning a deaf ear, Mu Cang leaned down and put his hands on the lake.
The demonic shadow struggled. If it were humanoid, he would be jumping around and cursing at this moment. This kid is really not human! How can you learn anything!
The demonic energy drawn from Wenrenxian nourished the demonic shadow. He was not a person willing to lurk. The aura like a nemesis this morning made the demonic shadow prepare to strike first.
So what if Mu Cang finds out, Mo Ying doesn't believe what he can do, he is already gnawing at Mu Cang's soul, can he still let himself spit it out?
Mu Cang is really capable.
In what age is this, there are still people learning to summon souls!
Mo Ying has no three views, but after hitting the wall again and again, he feels that his world view is collapsing. A person who has no immortal destiny has entered the world of gods and demons, and has also learned the skills of the demons. What kind of species is he now?
In ancient times, when people were outsiders, they basically had to learn how to summon souls to protect themselves, but summoning souls was not a simple technique.
Learning is worse than death, and most humans don't get through it.
Summoning souls, immortal fate, and attracting demons, each of these are enough to torture a person to death, but they are still shouldered by one person.
What is it that supports him to learn these things? And what kind of belief keeps him going? And how shining must that faith be!
I have to say that Moying felt a little bit of admiration.
But don’t push yourself too far! enough!
The demonic shadow under the water is struggling, just take back your own soul!
But can you blame Mu Cang?
The demonic shadow is refining his soul. If he wants to recall his own, he will naturally bring part of the demonic shadow's power with him. Ordinary people may not be able to do it. Recalling his own soul is already a painful life, but Mu Cang has nothing to do. fear.
As I said just now, his 'faith' is everything to him.
The water surface shook violently, and the demonic shadow hit hard.
'Buzz~~~' There was a buzzing sound in his head. Mu Cang woke up and threw himself to the bed, vomiting blood.
Shui Miaomiao pushed open the door to the room and faced such a scene.
"Little brother!"
"Miaomiao?" Mu Cang tried his best to hold himself up, his vision was blurry, and the figure came towards him with light and longing as before, smiling with his mouth open, and lost consciousness.
Mu Cang fainted in Shui Miaomiao's arms. Shui Miaomiao held him tightly in his arms and looked dazed. Does the little brother know what he said before he fainted?
That's all, people are dizzy, it's just some nonsense...
Xian Yanxian Zun was curious about the secrets of Mu Cang, but Jiucheng Qiu insisted that it was just a daily sparring. If there was nothing weird, he couldn't do anything. After all, Wen Renxian's injury was treated by Mu Cang.
Mu Cang was a guest of the Ancient Immortal Sect, and Immortal Master Xianyan sent many things so that he could stay in the Ancient Immortal Sect to recuperate with peace of mind.
Shui Miaomiao knew Xianyan Immortal. He was simply curious and overbearing and did not allow anything he didn't know. He couldn't figure out why the Saint Yuan Patriarch and Tuo Yanjun favored an ordinary-looking boy like Mu Cang.
Shui Miaomiao has been racking his brains these past few days to figure out how to tell Immortal Xianyan that Mu Cang is going back.
In the end, I decided to go straight to the point and tell Immortal Xianyan that Wenrenxian's injury was no longer bad. Mu Cang also had his own sect and his own master, so he shouldn't stay in the Ancient Immortal Sect all the time. Although Shui Miaomiao was also a little uncomfortable. Abandon.
Shui Miaomiao thought that Xianyan Xianzun would have a lot of rejections, and in the worst case, she would cry, make trouble, or hang herself. Now she has the support of her master.
After making enough preparations, Shui Miaomiao was on her way to find Xianyan Immortal to 'quarrel', but she saw Xianyan Immortal with a happy eyebrow, clean white clothes, and a thin coat. He was no longer lazy as in the past few days, and his head was The white hairband on her head fluttered as she walked around, followed by Yiyi and Erye, both holding trays in their hands and lowering their heads in respect.
Immortal Xianyan walked toward the sect gate like a gust of wind, without even noticing Shui Miaomiao on the roadside. What was Immortal Xianyan doing so solemnly?
At the gate of the sect, a cold figure slowly approached. She looked up at the huge and oppressive mountain gate of the Ancient Immortal Sect, her eyes were dark and filled with frost.
