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

If the demons of the Demon Realm saw it, their jaws would definitely drop in shock. Their new owner of the Demon Realm has such a gentle side.

In the eyes of the demons in the Demon Realm, Wuhui is a god-like existence, and he challenges all the strong men in the Demon Realm with his own strength.

It only took three days to use absolute strength to become the master of the Demon Realm.

Wugui conquered the demon clan in the Demon Realm, became the master of the Demon Realm, and was called the Peerless Demon Emperor. His name spread throughout every inch of the Demon Realm...

Holding a bright flower in her hand, Mengqiu walked to Wuhui with a bright smile, "Wuhui, do you think this flower is beautiful?"

Wuhui handed her a cup of spiritual tea, and said tenderly and dotingly: "It's very beautiful."

Mengqiu drank a few sips of spiritual tea, looked at Wugui expectantly with moist eyes and asked:

"Wuhui, are we going to the city of worry-free? Will I be able to see sister Jinghong and the others soon?"

Wugui caressed her dark hair affectionately, and smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth.

"There are still more than ten days left. We will go to the Fengyun Terrace of Gods and Demons, and then we can join Brother Yu and the others."

Mengqiu's eyes were shining, she put down the spiritual teacup in her hand, held Wuhui's hand, and said coquettishly:

"No regrets, can we go play with Jinghong and the others? I want to attend her wedding with Brother Yu."

Wuhui has always had no resistance to Mengqiu's coquettishness, so he said with a slight smile.

"I'll make arrangements for the Demon Realm and go with you."

Mengqiu was overjoyed, and when she was happy, she threw herself into Wuhui's arms, and said softly, "Wuhui, you are the best."

Wuhui hugged the person in his arms tightly, stroked her hair, and said with a doting smile: "When Qiu'er is happy, I am happy."

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In front of the city gate of the city of no worries, Dongfang Yu held Jinghong's waist, flew down from the Hanxue sword, and landed firmly on the ground.

Dongfang Han, Ye Liufeng, Qin Zhuo and others flew down from the flying sword one after another, all looking at the city of worry-free in front of them.

Jinghong said with a smile: "Ayu, we have come back here after three years. I wonder if the city of no worries is still the same as we left?"

Dongfang Yu looked at her tenderly, "Let's go, we'll find out when we go around the city."

Dongfanghan smiled brightly, and said excitedly: "Brother Yu, Liu Feng and I want to go to the free trade market, do you want to go together?"

Jinghong's eyes were shining, and he said with a smile: "Okay! Let's all go together."

In the past three years in the forest of gods and demons, many treasures have been obtained in the ancient battlefield of gods and demons, and many of them are useless.

Everyone wants to go to the free trading market to exchange for spirit stones or other interesting things.

Ouyang Lie smiled and said: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go." He took the lead towards the city of worry-free.

A group of people walked towards the city of worry-free. The guards of the city of worry-free checked the tokens of everyone, and their eyes were full of admiration.

"Everyone has worked hard, go to the city and take a rest."

Dongfang Yu nodded, and entered the city of worry-free with Jinghong.

The guards looked at the backs of the crowd, and the tall guard said:

"This group of cultivators haven't taken a day off in the past three years, and I can't even see their cultivation clearly."

The short guard said in agreement: "They are the most assiduous cultivators in the past three years, and they are worth learning from my generation."

Dongfang Yu looked at the city of no worries, looked at Jinghong and said:

"San Francisco doesn't seem to have changed much as it did when we left."

Jinghong nodded in agreement, "Yes! But everyone is talking about the battle between God and Demon Fengyuntai and Demon Yu in more than ten days, everyone is looking forward to it!"

The corner of Dongfang Yu's mouth curled up into a smile, "The battle of God and Devil Fengyuntai symbolizes peace for a thousand years, and it is very important to the people in the city of no worries."

The corners of Jinghong's mouth couldn't help but rise, "Ayu, after this Fengyuntai of Gods and Demons, there will be ten thousand years of peace, and the city of worry-free can rest and recuperate."

The two talked while walking, and in a blink of an eye, they saw the free trading market ahead.

Dongfang Yu looked at the bustling free trading market and said gently:

"We entered the free trading market. After two hours, everyone will meet at the door."

Dongfang Han smiled and said, "We remember, Brother Yu, let's go in quickly."

Ouyang Lie and Qin Zhuo also agreed one after another, and everyone's eyes were full of excitement, looking eager to try.

In the free trading market in the city of no worries, people come and go to all kinds of stalls, there are all kinds of yelling, there are spiritual herbs, elixir, and all kinds of treasures on the stalls...

After Dongfang Han and Ye Liufeng greeted each other, they walked to the north. Ouyang Lie, Chu Qingxue... Everyone went to see the booth they were interested in.

Dongfang Yu stretched out his slender and beautiful hand, looked at Jinghong with a smile, "Let's go too."

Jinghong rolled his eyes, put his hand in his palm, and the two started walking towards the center of the free trading market.

Dongfang Yu looked around, her stunning eyes suddenly lit up, she let go of Dongfang Yu's hand, and walked quickly to a booth.

Dongfang Yu looked at the empty hand, a trace of helplessness flashed in his black eyes, and walked quickly towards Jinghong's direction.

Jinghong was squatting in front of the booth, playing with a green spiritual herb in his hand, this spiritual herb was very strange.

It has only one leaf, the color is emerald green like a gemstone, the green is clear, exuding a faint spiritual power.

When Dongfang Yu came over, he saw the spirit grass Jinghong was playing with, his black eyes flickered slightly, and he recognized this elixir, a leaf of drunken spirit grass.

A leaf of Drunken Spirit Grass, a rare elixir of earth grade, it will take a thousand years to condense a drop of psychic liquid on the top of the leaf.

Because there is only one leaf, after condensing the elixir, it will swing back and forth, as if drunk.

This one-leaf Drunken Spirit Grass has three psychic fluids condensed on the leaves, which can be seen to be 3000 years old. The psychic fluids falling on the leaves are as exquisite as step shakers.

Every drop of psychic liquid is extremely precious, and taking it can increase the spiritual power of a hundred years, which is hard to come by.

Jinghong looked at the stall owner and asked, "Girl, how many spirit stones does this spirit grass need?"

The stall owner is a girl in white clothes about 20 years old, with big watery eyes, she is a beautiful girl.

Bai Shuizhu looked at Jinghong and said with a smile: "I don't want spirit stones for this spirit grass, I want to exchange things."

Jinghong played with a leaf of Drunken Spirit Grass, and asked curiously: "Then what do you want?"

There was a trace of expectation in Bai Shuizhu's big eyes, "I want a ninth-grade detoxification pill."

Jinghong looked at her with a smile and asked, "Miss, do you still have such a spiritual herb in your hand?"

Bai Shuizhu pondered for a moment and said, "I still have one in my hand, but I already have nine drops of spiritual liquid."

Jinghong cheered and shouted in his heart: Nine drops of psychic liquid, isn't that a 9000-year-old leaf of drunken psychic grass.

With a very interested look on her face, she asked casually, "Girl, can I have a look?"

The light in Bai Shuizhu's hand flickered, and a leaf of Drunken Spirit Grass appeared in his hand.

The difference from Jinghong's hand is that there are nine drops of psychic liquid on this leaf, which looks very beautiful.

Jinghong looked at the leaf of Drunken Spirit Grass in her hand, and said with a smile: "Girl, I don't have a ninth-grade detoxification pill in my hand."

When Bai Shuizhu's eyes heard Jinghong's words, a gloomy look flashed across them.

Bitter in her heart: Is she going to watch the person she loves the most die because there is no antidote?

Her heart ached, thinking of the poisoned and weak Zhao Lei, her eyes were clouded with mist.