Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

Beiming Xianzhen heard the noise and knew that the two were back, but he did not look at them. He was now calm and had obviously accepted his fate.

"Hi, Beiming Xianzhen, we are back. Are you okay? Are you feeling better? We will come and remove the magic nail for you right now," Fu Ling'er walked up to Beiming Xianzhen as if nothing happened and observed. His face changes.

Beiming Xianzhen glanced at her, looking at this woman who had a completely different face from the one in the contract, and then glanced at Wan Qiyuan's face. Is this his true face? Probably not?

They must have taken the Yan-Changing Pill, and when they came to the Demon Realm, they changed their appearance and approached him. What were they doing? He couldn't figure out what they were going to do, and what did they want from him? Apart from the seal he holds in his hand, there really is nothing worthy of anyone's troublesome calculations.

So what do they mean? Now this woman actually contracted him, which made him angry and puzzled at the same time. Thinking of this, he asked,

"why?"

"Well, of course I'm afraid that you won't obey me. We saved you, what if you retaliate for kindness? Of course I have to take precautions before it happens."

"You...I said I wouldn't let you save me," Beiming Xianzhen didn't expect this to be the reason. Did he contract with him for such a simple reason?

"Are you really not going to let us save you? This is the last step. As long as you pull out the magic nail, you will be free. Not only can you practice again, you can avenge your enemies, but you can also show your ambitions. Isn't this bad?" Fu Ling'er followed the temptation and didn't believe that he wasn't moved.

During the short time she spent with Beiming Xianzhen, she saw that he was a man with a heart full of mountains and rivers, and would not stick to small details.

"Also, I apologize to you for signing a contract without your consent before. You don't have to hold a grudge. I can promise that I will not let you do anything against your wishes.

I signed an equal contract with you to increase mutual trust, not to restrict you. You can think about it from another angle and treat us as your friends and your strategic partners. We will help each other when necessary. Can we say that we will not help each other in the future? "

Fu Ling'er's heartfelt words aroused sparks in Beiming Xianzhen's heart. Yes, he knew what he looked like now, and it was not worth their efforts to plan. What benefits can he gain from this? Then there is only one way, she really wants to help him. Besides, he could hear her sincerity in her words, so why was he being pretentious?

Beiming Xianzhen looked at Fu Linger, then at Wan Qiyuan, took a deep breath and said,

"Okay, since the girl is so frank, I will no longer be pretentious and accept the destiny. Let's get acquainted again. I am Beiming Xianzhen, the former third prince of the demon clan. I am twenty-three thousand and twenty-four years old this year. After regaining strength, it will be the later stage of the Demon Emperor’s cultivation.”

"Don't worry, one day you will find that this is God's best arrangement," Wan Qiyuan said with unclear meaning.

Beiming Xianzhen wondered why he said that? Looking at Wan Qiyuan, Wan Qiyuan shrugged and said nothing.

When Fu Ling'er first heard what he said about the late stage of the Demon Emperor, he was shocked. His thoughts were really powerful.

"I, Fu Ling'er, a casual cultivator in the world of cultivation, am twenty-one years old this year and am in the late stage of transcending tribulations."

Beiming Xianzhen was shocked by her age and looked at Wan Qiyuan aside.

"What about you, you are a couple, right?"

Wan Qiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the corner of his mouth with a big arc, and said with an arrogant expression,

"Of course, I am Wan Qiyuan, Ling'er's husband. I am twenty-three years old this year, and I am in the late stage of transcending the tribulation." Well, there is nothing wrong with following Ling'er's pace.

"...Two...more than twenty," Beiming Xianzhen emo'd instantly. Not even a fraction of his money? Is it because he is old that he is so good?

Beiming Xianzhen shook his head fiercely, who is old? Such terrible thoughts must not occur, he is still a young and good boy.

Fu Ling'er and Wan Qiyuan couldn't help but chuckle when they saw him looking shocked.

"Okay, get ready, we will remove the magic nail for you now,"

"Well, thank you." Beiming Xianzhen straightened his expression and then sat down solemnly.

Wan Qiyuan walked behind him and carefully observed the three nails. It was really cruel. If you nailed them here, you would end up becoming an idiot. Not only would your hard training skills be gone, but even the past would be wiped out. disappear and no longer remember who you are? For a person with ideals and ambitions, this is probably more painful than death.

Wan Qiyuan reached out and picked out the head of a nail. A little light spiritual power acted on the nail and slowly pulled it out.

This can't be done quickly, so we can only pull it out bit by bit, but not too harshly, for fear of accidentally tearing off a piece of flesh and damaging the nerves. So he carefully pulled it out.

In addition to the sharp pain in Beiming Xianzhen's head, he was also dizzy and bloated. The scene in front of him was rotating rapidly, and his stomach was filled with joy and he wanted to vomit. He wanted to vomit very much.

Before he could spit it out, Wan Qiyuan pulled out an iron nail half a finger long, still stained with flesh and blood.

It was thrown to the ground with a "ding" sound and made a crisp sound.

"Bear it for a moment and come again," Wan Qiyuan went on to pull out the second magic nail.

Beiming Xianzhen had another splitting headache and dizziness before the second magic-locking nail was pulled out.

At this time, Beiming Xianzhen's body was trembling slightly, and he was covered in sweat. His face was pale with cold sweat, and there was no blood at all. He looked very painful.

"Beiming Xianzhen, do you want to take a rest and pull out the third one later?" Fu Ling'er was sweating for him as he watched and suggested that he should take it easy first.

"No... no need, I can still bear it, come... again," Beiming Xianzhen said, although his spirit was listless and his hands and feet were sore, his eyes were looking at Wan Qiyuan very firmly.

"Okay, I'll try my best to be quick, you can bear with me," Wan Qiyuan said without hesitation and started again. His hands were already stained with blood, and he pulled them out little by little regardless of the dirt.

"Well..." Beiming Xianzhen groaned in pain. The strong dizziness made him feel dizzy. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the pain in the back of his head. He had to concentrate on suppressing the turmoil in his stomach, which was extremely painful for a while.

The moment Wan Qiyuan pulled out the magic nail. He couldn't help it any longer and spit it out with a "wow" sound, but nothing came out except saliva and a bad smell. He hadn't eaten in years, so there was still something to spit out.

But after spitting out the breath along with acidic water. He felt a lot more relaxed all of a sudden. My head is no longer dizzy, but the back of my head hurts terribly. There were traces of blood coming out of the three holes.

Fu Ling'er gave him another cleaning operation before treating his wounds. Then he took a whole bottle of elixir and gave it to him to drink.

After pulling out the three magic-locking nails, Beiming Xianzhen felt the magic power flowing through his body, passing through his tendons and then gathering into his dantian. The strength of his body gradually returned, and his cultivation level was about to return.

Beiming Xianzhen felt like he was alive again at this moment, like a rebirth, once again filled with the power to destroy the world.

He sat against the wall and rested for a while. After feeling that the elixir was taking effect, he immediately sat cross-legged and meditated, running the technique.

The two of them waited aside, watching him gradually regain his energy. Gradually, his whole temperament underwent a huge change. The decadent look of seeking death and seeking life was gone forever, and he turned into a determined, majestic and cold man. The appearance of a generation of demon emperors.

This is what they want to see Beiming Xianzhen look like, and this is also his true appearance.