Villain, be good! I'm here to give birth to a baby [Quick Wear]

"I know, I know! It's your top-grade spiritual root. You are the one who possesses the top-grade spiritual root!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

The demon cultivator suddenly laughed, and the more he laughed, the more miserable his voice became.

"In the world of immortal cultivation, hard work is really a joke. No matter how hard you try, you are not as talented as others who are born with good talents! On the contrary, it is only after falling into the devil's way that the harder you work, the stronger you become."

"How ridiculous! How ridiculous!!"

The demon cultivator laughed and mocked himself.

The young man sneered and said, "You talk too much nonsense. What a useless thing."

He was not interested in chatting with the other party. He circulated the spiritual energy gathered at his fingertips and wanted to kill him with one sword.

Because the demon cultivator who is locked by the Demon-Slaying Sword cannot escape.

The majestic sword intent gradually transformed into a normal-sized flying sword, emitting golden light. It was waiting for an order and would penetrate the targeted person with unstoppable force.

The demon cultivator who was originally lamenting the injustice suddenly turned pale and said angrily, "Boy, leave some space for me so that we can meet again in the future. Don't force me!"

The young man disagreed and smiled: "Then I hope we never see each other again."

Bend your index finger.

The golden sword intent shot out like an arrow from a bow.

"You forced me to do this! If that's the case, then you will be buried with me in this devil's abyss and be devoured to death by all the devils!"

In a flash, the demon cultivator swooped down towards the young man.

The young man felt that he was struggling to death and mocked him, "Do you think you are worthy?"

Just as he was about to teleport away from her, the smile on his face froze.

I can’t use my magical powers anymore!

How could this be?

The demon cultivator was already at the end of his strength and there was no way he could counterbalance his immortal power.

"You are still too young, little boy!"

The demon cultivator turned into a ball of black gas and attacked the young man's chest. The young man was caught off guard and spit out blood. Before he could recover, the golden sword intent that was following the demon cultivator also attacked him.

The young man wanted to hide, but was firmly controlled by the black air. He was just a moment slow, and was pierced through the whole body by the golden sword intent along with the black air.

Blood gushed out.

The eyes that were originally full of brilliance lost their luster at this moment, black air filled the air, and the boy's body fell down like a swallow with broken wings.

It is the smell of blood that monsters love the most.

The demons that had been hiding in the black fog rushed over one after another, like hungry wolves, pouncing on their prey with red eyes.

The boy's eyes were empty and his consciousness was gradually fading away. He felt something was tearing at his soul. Was it those hungry monsters?

How did that useless thing just now do that, and why...

At this time, Song Ling'er, who had been hiding behind a rock, poked her head out.

She teleported over and caught him.

This immortal seemed to be injured, very seriously.

She landed on the ground, shook his body and asked, "Hey, are you dead?"

Because of her shaking, the boy spat out a large mouthful of blood and fainted completely, without a trace of consciousness.

Song Ling'er shook his body and said anxiously, "Hey, wake up! Don't die, say something!"

At this moment, a dark shadow appeared behind her.

Song Ling'er turned around and recognized the man at a glance. She said aggrievedly, "Grandma, he seems to be dead."

She shook him again and said helplessly, "Look, he's not moving."

Grandma came closer and said calmly, "Just shake it for a while and you can bury the person."

Song Ling'er immediately let go.

She said innocently, "Grandma, I didn't kill him."

"I know." Grandma squatted down, looked at the man's body, and praised him, "The world of immortal cultivation has produced a rare talent. He became a true immortal at the age of 18."

"This is……?"

"What a good seedling."

Song Ling'er didn't know what grandma was talking about, she just wanted to save him. She knew that grandma was a very powerful demon, otherwise she wouldn't have lived for so long in a place like the Demon Abyss where fighting was rife. She must have a way to save this immortal.

"Save him? Don't be stupid."

Grandma sneered and didn't want to save anyone at all.

"Ah~ Grandma, please, please, please~~~ Save me, Grandma~ You are the best~~ Help me~~~ Grandma, Grandma~"

Song Ling'er doesn't know much about other things, but she is the best at pestering grandma and acting like a spoiled child. Every time she is bullied by other monsters, she goes to grandma to tell the truth. If she wants a monster to play with her, she goes to grandma for help.

With grandma around, the monsters are afraid of her.

"Okay, okay, you little devil are so annoying. You dare to save everything. Be careful that when he wakes up, the first person he kills will be you, the little devil." Grandma said helplessly.

Song Ling'er giggled a few times and said, "No way. I saved him, how could he repay my kindness with hatred and kill me?"

"Besides, grandma, didn't you say that those immortals all claim to be righteous people? They are the kind who repay a drop of kindness with a spring of gratitude. I saved him, so he should repay me!"

Grandma found it funny and asked, "Then how do you want him to repay you, little devil?"

Song Ling'er thought for a moment and tentatively said, "Promise yourself to me?"

It seemed that many of the famous sayings in the world of immortal cultivation that her grandma told her were like this.

Something like "I have nothing to repay you with, except my body."

Grandma: “…”

Grandma: "Silly child, you are doing a losing business."

"Huh?" Song Ling'er was puzzled. "Loss of money?"

Why would she lose money?

Grandma sighed and waved her hand.

A bell floating in the air appeared in front of Song Ling'er, with a red ribbon tied to it.

Before she could curiously ask what it was, grandma started to explain: "This is a soul-collecting bell. It can collect people's souls. If you don't save him, he will really die."

"Oh okay."

Song Ling'er quickly picked up the soul-collecting bell to collect the soul of the young man who was almost dying.

Grandma reminded him, "Don't be too anxious. He is a true immortal after all. Plus, the sword he used was not aimed at him, so it's not a fatal injury to him. It just dispersed his soul."

The soul of a true immortal will return to its body after it disperses and gathers together again, so it is not so easy to die.

"But the black fog of the Demonic Abyss is not good for him. Once you have collected his soul and put it back into his body, throw him out."

The Demonic Abyss does not need immortals.