The magic star came into the world

After Yuan Yin drank the sixth pot of tea, and seemed helpless to get up to relieve himself, the door was finally pushed open with a "squeak~".Yuanyin hastily pulled Shifang into the room, closed the door softly, and kept the curtain of wind and rain outside, and asked:

"What did he ask you to do?"

Shi Fang raised his hand and lifted his long sleeves up a bit, exposing a section of his arm.

"He...he established a blood contract for you?" Yuan Yin asked in surprise.

"Ah."

Vowel: "Anything else?"

Shifang: "Go to the Nine-story Deep Stream tomorrow. They and I."

"What... what do you mean?" Vowel began to feel a headache, "You and them? You mean... without me?"

"without you."

There was a sudden thunder, and a light illuminated Yuan Yin's pale face.Yuan Yin stared at a small puddle of water at Shifang's feet, feeling like she was being ravaged by the wind and rain in the mud like the grass swaying outside the house.He originally planned to follow this little demon star into the nine-story deep ravine to see what he was capable of, but now his original plan was disrupted, and he seemed to be...kicked out of the game?Now he can't enter the nine-storey deep ravine, and Shifang has been given a blood contract again. He paced back and forth, thinking constantly: What should I do?What else can I do?Shi Fang stared at him and walked back and forth more than a dozen times, chattering, then stopped suddenly after a while, clenched his right fist and hammered his left palm: "Oh, I almost forgot!" Only Yu Ling held a firework in the palm of his hand, and chanted a spell in his mouth, and Yu Ling was lightly wrapped in the fire, slowly melting into the firework, and turning into a rising white smoke.

Yuan Yin stared straight at the white smoke, until the white smoke disappeared without a trace, and he couldn't see anything from the empty air. Patting Shifang beside him, he asked uncertainly, "You...have you seen Immortal Bai Ze?"

"Here it is."

Yuan Yin heard Shi Fang's answer from beside him, the voice was the same as before, but it seemed to be a little different.

He suddenly turned around and said, "Xianjun, you are in Shifang's body!"

Bai Ze frowned: "Is there any problem? He inherited half of my soul, so I can change my shape directly."

"No problem, no problem," Vowel waved his hand, "That's great!"

He briefly explained what happened tonight to Bai Ze.

"This matter is indeed a bit troublesome, and I didn't expect that there would be side effects. To tell you the truth, I do have other things to investigate when I go down to the devil world. Now I can't enter the nine-story deep stream. It's even harder to check."

Bai Ze showed a clear expression: "So you mean, you want me to enter the nine-story deep stream for this puppet?"

Vowel nodded.

A conspiratorial smile floated on Bai Ze's face.

"I saw the prismarine stone statue in your palace before, but you refused to give me anything..."

The veins on the forehead of the vowels twitched.

"Forget it, you also know that I've never been someone who likes to steal love..."

"I'll give it to you, after this matter is done, Xianjun will go to my palace to get it..."

Vowel said angrily.

Bai Ze thought for a moment, then said: "Actually, it only takes three to five days to go to the Nine-Story Deep Stream, so I naturally want to help you. But I haven't entered the world for a long time, so is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

Vowel: "There shouldn't be much danger in the nine-storey deep ravine. With Xianjun's magic power, there is nothing to worry about. It's just that you need to be careful to hide your identity and don't let people see it through. Xianjun is now in Shifang's body, and he has to act very carefully." Be careful, try not to speak if you can."

The implication is that Xianjun, you can put away your temper of mocking all living beings, don't look at anyone who dares to hurt a few words.

"Oh, by the way, the little magic star placed a blood contract on Shifang, will it affect Xianjun?"

"Hmph, little skill." Bai Ze said disdainfully.

"That's the expression!" Yuan Yin said, "You must not show such an expression in front of the little demon star! You are his puppet now, and he is your master. Pay attention to your identity."

Bai Ze frowned at the word master, but finally nodded reluctantly.

Under the Falling Star Hall at the other end, in a dark room that was not lit, a deep voice sounded like a bell:

"The records in the ancient books are untestable, and there is only a general direction. Be careful when you act. Although Fan Li seems to have an unruly temper, he is actually very careful. Don't be discovered by him."

"I'm afraid he has noticed." A younger voice at the end of the dark room replied.

"Well, it's okay. The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven will be here soon." At the end of the calm voice, there was a hint of eager anticipation, which was amplified in the dark room without light, making one's hair stand on end.

In the early morning of the next day, when the sky had just turned pale, Bai Ze walked towards Luoxing Temple under the watchful eyes of Yuan Yin.

"If you ask any questions that you can't answer, you can just keep silent. This time I called you to fight for them. You have always been good at this, so I don't worry about it. But don't overdo it. Watch from the sidelines in advance, don’t be in a hurry to grab your sleeves if the master doesn’t let you go. No one dares to control you in the fairy world. You must know that the world is different now. Both the fairy clan and the demon clan have their own rules and regulations. Do whatever you want, don't be impulsive..."

"Vowel," Bai Ze couldn't help turning his head to interrupt him, "Can you stop being so nervous?

An old fairy who has lived for more than ten thousand years. "

He stretched out his hand and pushed the vowel back, and said impatiently, "Go back to you."

Vowel stopped unwillingly, with a face full of words stuck in his mind, he leaned forward, like a boudoir young woman watching her husband go out to fight, almost holding a small handkerchief With bitter tears, he said with great regret:

"Okay, let's go. Be careful not to damage your body!"

Even knowing that the body he was referring to was Shifang and not himself, the back of Bai Ze's departure still couldn't help trembling.

Fanli and Qingzhu were already waiting in the Falling Star Hall at this moment. Seeing Shifang approaching, Fanli's eyes flickered, feeling that Shifang looked... different today?Maybe the puppet master finally thought of changing his tattered clothes. At the moment, Shi Fang was dressed neatly. Although he was still wearing a plain white cloth shirt, his black hair was tied into a ponytail, which added a bit of youthful vigor. .There is a short knife pinned to his waist, the workmanship looks very rough, and there is a carving on the scabbard... so what?Fan Li's eyes stopped there, he walked over to pick up the dagger and asked:

"What is engraved on it?"

I engraved myself.Bai Ze replied in his heart.

"Probably...a beast."

"It's ugly." Fan Li curled his lips.

Bai Ze clenched his hands in his sleeves.He said in his heart: When this matter is over, I will tie you, a suckling bastard, to the gate of Qiyun Palace to guard the gate.

"Let's go, it will take half a day to go to the nine-story deep stream." The person beside him tugged on Fan Li's sleeve, and his smiling face turned to Bai Ze, as if apologizing to him.

As its name suggests, the nine-story deep stream is divided into nine floors, separated by different barriers.According to legend, after the Chaos War in ancient times, in order to suppress thousands of dead souls, Emperor Xuanyuan split a deep stream with his sword, trapping the dead souls and countless black iron soldiers in the barrier.The living can enter, but the dead cannot exit.Over the years, some of the souls of the dead in the nine-story deep stream were trapped and resentful and turned into ghosts and evil gods, while the other part of the souls resonated with the sword and cultivated into sword souls.These two forces restrict each other and coexist, making the Nine-Story Deep Gap a place with strong spiritual power.In order to prevent Xiao Xiao's disciples from coveting the ancient gods and making trouble, the demons gathered tens of thousands of years ago to add another layer to the nine-layer barrier. Once you enter, you will not be able to re-enter once you exit the barrier.

So since then, the Nine-Story Deep Stream has gradually become the first choice for people from all races in the Demon Realm to practice magic weapons when they grow up.

When the three of Fanli and his party reached the deep stream on the ninth floor, it was already sunset.The width of the stream is about six or seven feet, and it becomes narrower as it goes down. Long worm, braving the cold air.

"I'll go down first, Green Bamboo will follow, and you'll be behind Shifang."

After he finished speaking, he patted Qingzhu's shoulder, bowed his head and said "be careful", and jumped into the deep stream.

The first layer of enchantment was set in a cliff cave under the stream, but Fan Li counted silently in his heart before his feet touched the ground.He raised his head and looked up, and he could still see the light coming in through the crack, shining on the stone tablet beside him, and he could vaguely distinguish the character "one".When the two people above heard the sound of him landing, they also jumped down.Qing Zhu stood behind him, stopped Fan Li who was about to leave, and said:

"Wait, someone."

Fan Li looked around, and saw that there were a few weapons stuck in a mess in the empty cliff cave. They had been corroded by the cold air in the cave for tens of thousands of years, and they were already rusty. Congratulations, it has been silent here for a long time.In addition, the entire cave wall can be regarded as smooth, and there are no places to hide, and no forks and paths.

Before Fanli could ask a question, Qingzhu turned his head to his side, grabbed him and pulled him back:

"In the cliff..."

As his voice fell, the cliff on Fanli's right suddenly cracked with a "bang", and a green ghost jumped out of it.

On the other side of the cliff, there is a different world. At this time, the wall in the middle was broken, revealing a path.The green ghost was tall, two heads taller than Fan Li, his arms were unusually thick, and he smashed the thick cliff wall open with his bare hands.He seemed to be being chased by others, and he had a cut on his left shoulder. When he saw Fanli and the others, he was stunned for a moment, and then he waved his fists to attack them, as if he regarded the few in front of him as enemies accomplice.

Among the three of Fanli, Qingzhu was about the same size as him, only Shifang was thin and short, like a young boy who was undernourished.Before the three of them could react, the green ghost took the lead in attacking the ten directions.He swung his long arm and grabbed Shifang's shoulder. The corner of Bai Ze's mouth curled slightly. The palm of his sleeve had already condensed a magic ball, and he was about to face him when he was suddenly pulled violently by his side. He saw a figure standing in front of him.

At this moment, Fan Li's five fingers on his left hand turned into sharp claws to resist the green ghost's attack, and he swung a spell with his right hand, hitting the green ghost's chest, forcing it to take two steps back.

"Stand back a little, and protect the green bamboo." He said to Shifang behind him without moving.

The green ghost stabilized his figure within a short while after being hit. He was originally a fierce ghost with a lot of resentment on his body, and he had to transform himself into a solid body with the sword, so ordinary spells couldn't hurt him.Fan Li also saw the clues. With a thought, he caught a glimpse of several rusty swords sticking out not far away. He rolled to the side with all his strength, picked out a rusty sword that was still passable, and slammed the blade towards his palm. Afterwards, the sword body was stained with blood, like withered grass in the rain, and a cloud of red aura gradually formed.

The weapons in the nine-storey deep stream are also ancient magic weapons, but now they are soaked with demonic blood, and they are of the same origin as ghosts and spirits. When they fight again, the effect will be different.

Bai Ze folded his hands to watch the battle. The green ghost looked mighty and tall, but he moved very nimbly and quickly, and his moves were fierce and vicious without leaving any life left. Even so, Fan Li was able to maneuver around freely, barely avoiding it. through every attack.Although this young man has just grown up, his cultivation is obviously more advanced than others, no wonder the immortals are afraid of him.It's just that the Demon Lord of the Sirius Clan is too impatient. Fan Li may have earth-shaking abilities if he cultivates for thousands of years, but no matter how talented a [-]-year-old doll is, his cultivation level is still a bit short.He may not be able to beat a ten thousand-year-old tortoise who is not diligent like Shang Yuanyin.It should be known that the balance of the three realms has been formed for thousands of years, so it is not so easy to break.

It's not like they were in ancient times.Bai Ze had a rare recollection, everyone was conceived in the naked world, it doesn't matter what cultivation is, I am afraid that if the old guy Xuanyuan is reborn at this time, he will have to think carefully if he wants to fight.

It's boring.Bai Ze thought.

A roar came from the cliff cave, pulling back Bai Ze's thoughts of quickly swimming out of the nine-story deep stream.I saw that Fanli's right hand holding the sword pressed down hard, sending the sword body that had been submerged in the wound a little deeper. At this moment, Qing Gui's left shoulder, which was already injured, had another horizontal wound. The two wounds on his body seemed to be torn apart, and countless blue grievances were gurgling out.The desperate situation seemed to arouse his deepest hostility. He grabbed Fanli behind his left shoulder with his right hand, and pinched Fanli's shoulder blade with his knuckles, trying to crush it with the last bit of strength.

Bai Ze raised his eyebrows, pulled out a half-broken gap knife from his left hand, kicked it into the air with the force of the cliff, flicked his fingers on the knife to pour spiritual power into it, and chopped off Qing Ghost's right arm.The resentment had a new outlet, and it began to scramble to escape. The green ghost roared a few times with a distorted face, and the hideous face began to shrink and deform continuously. Finally, there was a flash of blue smoke, and a green sword "jingle" fell to the ground.

Fan Li rubbed his numb shoulders, and squatted on the ground squatting to look at the ten directions of the sword:

"It can't hold on for a while, and you don't need to make a move. It's not good to disturb your mood watching the fun."

"You yourself told me to back off just now." Shi Fang replied without raising his head.

"Just your arm, it's not half as thick. If you hit him just now, your shoulder would be gone." Fan Li sneered.

If I had it would have died long ago.Bai Ze cursed in his heart.

Seeing that he didn't reply, Fan Li became more and more irritable, and couldn't help kicking the green sword on the ground, saying:

"How did you come across such a thing on the first floor!"

Qingzhu stepped forward and pulled down his sleeve, squatted beside Shifang, and said:

"It may not be a ghost on this floor." He stretched out his hand and groped forward, picked up the blue sword on the ground and held it in his hand, fingering the pattern on the sword, "This sword is well-made, and it is the same as the one in the cliff cave just now. The ones above are different, so they don’t come from here. There should be a connection point between the barriers here, and it was probably sent here because it touched the connection point between the barriers when it was hunted down by someone.”

Fan Li: "Then the connection point you mentioned..."

Qing Zhu turned her head, tied Qing Ling's eyes towards the hole that Qing Gui broke through just now.

"The shortcut that fell from the sky, let's go and have a look." Fan Li said in the direction he was looking.

Qingzhu picked up the sword on the ground, and the three of them walked towards the cliff together.