After transmigrating into Sword Spirit: The villain obediently comes to my bowl

Dongfang Yu waited for Jinghong's response and heaved a sigh of relief.

Tap your toes on the ground, and you will see Jinghongjian's divine sword guarding it, with only a one-meter mask.

The strong demonic energy all around was still approaching the guardian of the divine sword, and his black eyes narrowed slightly.

With a flick of his hand, a cold light covered the protection of the divine sword, and it began to condense into ice.

Spreading to the surroundings, the surrounding demonic energy met the ice, receding like a tide, slowly retreating into ice sculptures, and was instantly frozen.

The smile in Wufeng's eyes subsided, and he said angrily: "Who is it? How dare you destroy my good deeds."

He turned around, and when he saw Dongfang Yu, his eyes widened involuntarily.

He asked incredulously, "Human...human cultivator, how did you get in here?"

Dongfang Yu ignored Wufeng, on the cold snow sword in his hand, a crescent moon and three stars condensed instantly, and rushed towards Wufeng with cold light.

A solemn look flashed in Wufeng's eyes, he didn't dare to underestimate this move, he sealed his hands with demonic energy surging, and a shield with black energy stood in front of him.

Dongfang Yu stepped towards Jinghongjian, and said softly: "Jinghong, are you okay? I miss you so much."

The Jinghong sword was shining, and Jinghong appeared in front of Dongfang Yu, dressed in white, with a sunny smile on her delicate face.

"Ayu, I miss you too."

There was a crooked smile on the corner of her mouth, and a pair of beautiful eyes stared at Dongfang Yu's handsome face, and she reluctantly moved away.

The corner of Dongfang Yu's mouth curled up into a smile, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he hugged Jinghong into his arms.

It wasn't until this moment that he was sure that Jinghong was safe and still by his side.

Wufeng dodged the crescent moon in embarrassment, but was hit by three stars. There was a transparent hole on his shoulder, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He looked jealously at the two people who were embracing each other in the Demon God's Tomb, his eyes were red with jealousy, and he said word by word:

"Human cultivator, you can break through the tomb of the gods and enter the tomb of the demon god. Are you also a demon?"

He shook his head, he didn't feel a trace of magic in Dongfang Yu's body, he couldn't figure it out.

Wuhui smiled slightly, looked at Wufeng and said, "I brought Brother Yu in, why do you have any objections? Is the Tomb of the Demon God your home?"

Wufeng's eyes fell on Wuhui, sensing his aura.

He has the aura of demons on his body, but there is also an aura that makes him uncomfortable. It is the aura of God.

"you you…"

Wufeng's eyes widened, and he remembered what his father said before he ascended.

"That is an ancient legend. The tomb of gods in the tomb of gods and demons is sealed with the forbidden son. It is the combination of gods and demons..."

Wugui's long and narrow eyes blinked lightly, and the corner of his mouth curled into a playful smile, "You know me, have you heard of me?"

Wufeng pointed in the direction of Wuhui with a trembling hand, and said in disbelief: "You...you are the legendary forbidden son?"

Wuhui smiled and said, "I never thought that someone would know me now. Congratulations, you got the answer right."

Wufeng didn't seem to believe what he heard, he stared at Wuhui and said:

"You are the son of taboo, but why do you want to help human cultivators enter the tomb of the demon god?"

Wuhui looked at Dongfang Yu not far away and said, "Because they are my friends."

Wufeng suddenly laughed loudly as if hearing some joke, the laughter was full of disbelief.

"It's ironic that the son of taboo actually became friends with a human cultivator!"

Wuhui raised his beautiful eyebrows, looked at Wufeng with disgust and said:

"A selfish person like you will not have the feeling of a friend. You can only be envious and jealous."

The cold snow sword in Dongfang Yu's hand flickered with aura, and the wind and snow condensed and rotated on the tip of the sword, and a frightening momentum rushed towards Wufeng's direction overwhelmingly.

There was a flash of understanding in Wugui's long and narrow eyes, and his figure quickly swept to the rear, far away from Wufeng.

I sighed in my heart: Jinghong is Dongfangyu's Nilin, no matter who wants to hurt Jinghong, it will not end well.

Wufeng felt the overwhelming aura covering him, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and he stared fixedly at the wind and snow vortex on the cold snow sword.

A sense of crisis rose in his heart, as if the vortex of wind and snow on the tip of the sword could tear him apart in the next second.

He couldn't help but took a step back, his pride as His Highness Moyu didn't allow him to take a step back.

He tried his best to overcome the fear in his heart, and stood back to the original place with heavy steps, with a crazy light shining in his long and narrow eyes.

He actually burned his vitality, the aura on his body began to rise steadily, the peak of the devil king, the realm of the devil emperor...

His aura has been stopped at the middle stage of the devil emperor, his eyes are full of madness, and the corner of his mouth curled up into a cruel smile, looking at Dongfang Yu.

"Human cultivators, let us give it a go and fight to the death. In the tomb of the demon god, either you die or I die."

A trace of worry flashed in Jinghong's eyes, and he held Dongfang Yu's hand tightly, wanting to fight side by side with him.

Dongfang Yu clenched Jinghong's hand, his dark eyes were full of tenderness, and said confidently: "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

When Jinghong heard Dongfang Yu's words, his frown slowly relaxed.

There was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "I believe in you, Ayu."

Dongfang Yu's black eyes, mixed with a blizzard, looked at the crazy Wufeng, the vortex of wind and snow on the cold snow sword had turned to the extreme.

"Moyu Wufeng, as you wish."

With a slight shake of the hand, the wind and snow vortex on the tip of the cold snow sword attacked Wufeng with lightning speed.

The wind and snow vortex left the Hanxue sword and danced against the wind for a moment.

The wind and snow were blowing in the Demon God's Tomb, and every snowflake was crystal clear, shining with a cold light.

Fengxuemanwu is Dongfang Yu's swordsmanship comprehended in the Tomb of God.

The God's Sword passed down from God of War is not comparable to the swordsmanship in Fengyun Continent.

Fortunately, it is performed in the Tomb of the Demon God. If it is performed outside, it will be frozen for thousands of miles, and no grass will grow in the place where the snowflakes fall...

Wufeng stood in the center of the wind and snow, the robes on his body fluttered, and the devilish energy surged but he couldn't resist it, and the snowflakes penetrated all pervasively.

In just a moment, his body was covered with small wounds, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He stood there in a state of embarrassment, staring straight at Dongfang Yu through the snowstorm.

He asked with difficulty: "Human cultivator... this sword... this sword..."

Dongfang Yu sneered, and looked at him coldly, "Thank you so much, if you hadn't sent me to the Tomb of God.

I will not realize that the sword of the gods left by the God of War, Fengxuemanwu, in return, I will use this sword to send you on your way. "

Wufeng tried his best to move the corner of his mouth, showing a smile, he closed his eyes, he knew he lost, completely lost.

Even if he burned his life and improved his cultivation, he still suffered a crushing defeat, isn't he unwilling?

He couldn't answer this question, maybe in Fengyun Cave, he shouldn't have provoked interesting girls and human cultivators.

Maybe the ending will be different, maybe... He closed his eyes forever with this question.

His body gradually faded, and finally turned into demon energy, disappearing into the tomb of the demon god...

Dongfang Yu held Jinghong's hand, and said tenderly and lovingly: "Jinghong, we will never be separated again."

Jinghong blinked her beautiful eyes, nodded obediently, and said sweetly: "Okay!"

Wugui let out a soft "cough" at the side, reminding him of his existence.