Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

"What is this? Does it lock your cultivation?" Fu Ling'er couldn't help but ask,

"Well, this is the magic locking nail. It locks my magic power, making it impossible for me to use magic power. If I want to pull it out, I must have external help. I can't do anything myself, so I have to trouble you."

Wan Qiyuan volunteered and stood behind Beiming Xianzhen first.

"Ling'er, I'll do it. This looks a bit laborious, so just stand aside."

"Okay, then take it easy. The nerves in this brain are a bit complicated and not easy to deal with. Don't kill him. We managed to save him. He hasn't played his role yet. We can't let him. Hang up at the last step,"

"Okay, I know, I definitely can't let Ling'er's strength go to waste,"

"..." Beiming Xianzhen, who listened to the whole process, couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart. He slandered: I didn't ask you to save me. If you can, tie me up again.

"Hey, please be gentle," Beiming Xianzhen felt a little scared when he saw Wan Qiyuan touching the nail heads with his bare hands. He even suspected that this man wanted to retaliate against him deliberately. As for why? He glanced at Fu Ling'er and thought it must have something to do with this woman, but what did it have to do with him and why did she come to torture him?

"Wait," Fu Ling'er suddenly stopped. A question suddenly occurred to her. His eyes wandered back and forth on Beiming Xianzhen's body. She thought about what if Beiming Xianzhen embarrasses them after recovering his cultivation? It seemed that his cultivation level was higher than that of her and Wan Qiyuan. If he was just allowed to recover like this, and he already knew that they were not demonic cultivators, what if he recovered and dealt with them?

Although they can still run away if they can't fight, but they can't accomplish nothing when they come to the devil world? It would be too unreasonable to just run away in despair.

So she remembered that Feifei had told her that she could make a contract. Originally, I wanted to contract a beast from the demon world, but instead of meeting a powerful beast, I met a person. Isn't this ready-made future demon emperor the best candidate? At that time, the cultivation level can still be shared, it simply doesn’t have to be perfect.

But Feifei asked her what kind of contract she wanted to sign? Is it a contract of equality or a contract of slavery?

"Master, which contract do you plan to sign?"

"I want to sign an equality contract. After all, I am a demon and not a beast. This way he can't betray me and can still have his own ideas.

After all, he will have to manage the entire demon world in the future. If it is a slave contract, his servility is too strong to be suitable for managing the demon world. I can't possibly stay in the demon world every day to make decisions for him and tell him to do this or that? This is different from the guards who have signed a slave contract with them,"

Fu Ling'er thought about it carefully and realized that this was the truth. She only wanted Beiming Xianzhen not to betray her in the future, and she didn't want him to follow him as a follower every day.

Well, then sign an equality contract. After making up his mind, Fu Linger stared at Beiming Xianzhen with burning eyes.

Her piercing eyes made Beiming Xianzhen's scalp tingle, and he always felt that something bad was about to happen.

"Just tell me what's wrong. Why are you looking at me like this?" Beiming Xianzhen shrank back and found that he was almost stuck to the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

"Haha, let me tell you something. You see, we have never met you, and we took the risk to save you. So in order to repay us, you will definitely agree to a small request of mine, right?" Fu Ling'er He raised a sweet smile and said kindly to Beiming Xianzhen.

"...What...what's the request?" The weak Beiming Xianzhen looked up at Fu Ling'er who suddenly smiled sweetly, but how could he see a pair of demon wings flapping behind her?

"Hey, look at your potential, is it really just a small request? Come on, close your eyes."

Beiming Xianzhen looked at Fu Linger and Wan Qiyuan suspiciously, wondering what kind of medicine they were selling in their gourds. Didn't you have to pull out the magic nail for him just now? Why do you want him to close his eyes now? There must be something fishy.

"First tell me what your request is? See if I can do it before I agree to it?"

"Yes, you can definitely do it. Don't worry, I want to save you, and I will definitely not harm you. Otherwise, why would I go to all the trouble to come here? Right? Wouldn't it be nice for me to stay at home and enjoy my happiness? "

"...Is...is that so?"

"Yeah, definitely,"

"Stop talking nonsense, Ling'er told you to close your eyes, so just close your eyes. You don't want to think about what else you have that we can plan for," Wan Qiyuan saw that he was still hesitating and quickly fanned to the side.

"...It seems so, okay then," Beiming Xianzhen thought about it carefully, and Wan Qiyuan was right. He was already like this, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

So Beiming Xianzhen obediently closed his eyes, and did not see Fu Ling'er's contract circle covering their bodies. When Beiming Xianzhen noticed a strange feeling in his body, the equal contract was completed, and he He opened his eyes suddenly and only had time to see a beam of light sinking into his eyebrows. The next moment he felt a faint connection with Fu Ling'er, and he seemed to vaguely see Fu Ling'er's true face.

Did you suddenly realize what just happened without looking into it? His pupils were shaking and he stared at Fu Ling'er, vowing to make two holes in Fu Ling'er's body. Fu Ling'er was worried that his eyes would pop out.

The next moment, Beiming Xianzhen collapsed on the ground, his limbs spread out motionless, his eyes staring at the roof without moving, as if his soul had been withdrawn from his body.

Fu Ling'er and Wan Qiyuan looked at each other and made eye contact.

"Ling'er, are you going to stab him too hard? Are you stupid?"

"No, no, I signed an equality contract," Fu Linger raised his eyebrows and replied.

"Is it because my tolerance is too low to accept it?"

"It's not that serious. He should be able to withstand it?"

Before Fu Ling'er could think of how to comfort Beiming Xianzhen, who was suddenly hurt, her whole body lit up with signs of advancement in cultivation.

"Hold the grass and forget about this," Fu Ling'er quickly suppressed the magic power that was about to explode. She subjectively thought that Beiming Xianzhen was a demon cultivator and would not have any effect on her spiritual cultivation? Unexpectedly, her temporary magic power can increase her cultivation level. This is a good thing. The key is where will she advance now?

"Ling'er, I will accompany you to advance first,"

"What about him?" Fu Ling'er glanced at Beiming Xianzhen, who was lying on the ground and still "sighing" on how wonderful life was. He didn't notice the change in Fu Ling'er at all.

"Ignore him for now. No one will be here for the time being. Let him stay. We will be back soon."

"Okay then." Fu Ling'er took out Xiaoyu, opened the space, and the two of them walked in. When they reappeared, they were already on a mountaintop cliff in a forest three thousand kilometers away from the magic city.

Wan Qiyuan was on guard nearby to protect Fu Ling'er, while Fu Ling'er sat in an open space to accept the thunder tribulation. Thirty-six thunder tribulations passed one day and one night, and her magic level rose to the early stage of the Demon King, crossing several levels at once. It felt great. It seems that Beiming Xianzhen's cultivation level is not low? What level will he be?

"Great, Yuan, let's go back quickly. I'm afraid Beiming Xianzhen committed suicide."

"Haha, he is not that fragile. He has survived so many years before. Isn't it reasonable that he would commit suicide if he can't bear the slightest blow?"

"Oh, are you sure it was a little hit?"

"Isn't that right?"

"Okay, don't be poor, let's go,"

As soon as Xiaoyu took action, they returned to the secret cell, and Beiming Xianzhen, who they were worried about committing suicide, was already sitting on the wall, looking at the sky at 45 degrees, looking very melancholy.