The Demon Lord's Beginning Be Manual

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"You don't want to die!"

With Ji Ruchou's shout, Xie Yang was pushed aside, his face was dazed, he was still in the past and didn't come out.

Ji Ruqiu sent a stream of spiritual power to the ghost to light the fire, and shouted at Jiang Shuyu, "What kind of flower demon are you talking about?"

"Inside." Jiang Shuyu grimaced and spread his five fingers forward solemnly. He also sent spiritual power, but hit the arrogant sword.

Immediately, the magic sword buzzed, and the hostility suddenly burst out like a stormy sea. Seeing that the situation was not good, Jiang Miaomiao released a barrier to protect herself, Wen Yumian and Xie Yang. Unfortunately, the hostility was too fierce. It will shatter the barrier.

Immediately, Jiang Miaomiao was sent flying, and her back collided with the ground with a real "bang".

"cough……"

pain.

"Hide well!" Jiang Shuyu shouted.

Wen Yumian hurriedly supported Jiang Miaomiao and said to Jiang Shuyu, "You are busy with your work!"

As he spoke, he quickly hid behind Ding.

"Hey," Wen Yumian leaned against the cauldron, heaved a sigh of relief, threw off the folding fan twice and said, "This ghost is really not to be underestimated."

Xie Yang poked his head out, looked at Jiang Shuyu, and frowned: "Does he want to force out his arrogance?"

On the other hand, because the hostile energy in the demon sword was pulled out, coupled with the protection of Ji Ruchou's spiritual power, the ghost energy on Guiqinghuo burned more and more vigorously until it turned into a huge fireball.There was an ear-piercing cry from among the flowers, and hundreds of red-clothed and silver-eyed flower demons with bowstrings soared into the sky, approaching the magic sword and attacking.

Jiang Miaomiao also poked her head, and when she saw the flower demon, she was startled and said, "So many? They won't bring down the White Jade Palace, right?"

Wen Yumian was reminded by him, and sat up in shock while dying: "This is impossible!"

At the same time, the hostility in the Demon Sword also felt the ghostly fire, and wanted to break away from the sword body to fight. Xie Yang is also the sword body, and the spiritual power in his body is connected with it, how can he watch others beat him, so He kept silent on the surface, but secretly contended with it.

It's just that he didn't understand why Jiang Shuyu didn't introduce the spirit of the flower demon into the sword, but did the opposite?

"Didn't he want me to be completely out of my wits?"

The evil spirit unleashes its sword, and it is as powerful as a thousand troops. It seems that the battle between the evil spirits and the demons of the Liexie Mountain thousands of years ago has reappeared. On the one hand, Ji Ruchou and Jiang Shuyu, on the other hand, Xie Yang secretly exerted his strength, and the White Jade Palace suddenly exploded. , shaking non-stop, the tablet on the wall couldn't support it, and fell down with "pingling bang bang"...

Wen Yumian wanted to cry but had no tears: "Zhen'er, I know that the ghost has miraculous effects on the fire, so quickly put away the supernatural power!"

After Jiang Shuyu heard this, he immediately withdrew his spiritual power, but Ji Ruchou shouted, "No way! I can't take it back!"

The flower demon and hostile energy merged together and immediately turned into fly ash. Although it could draw out hostile energy, it was still dominated by arrogance.After devouring ghosts and setting fire, many evil spirits overflowed, Jiang Shuyu pulled out Qingjing, and together with Ji Ruchou's "Hate", cut the escaped evil spirits under the sword...

Xie Yang also breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to take a rest when Jiang Miaomiao suddenly shouted: "Be careful!" kicking the candle away.

The shock was so violent that the everlasting candle directly above his head split in two, half was still shaking, and the other half fell straight towards him.

"Little ancestor, where are you kicking!" Wen Yumian wailed, almost crying.

Jiang Miaomiao covered her mouth and gasped, "I didn't mean to!"

It would have been better not to kick that kick, but instead it rolled onto the long curtain in front of the window, and the fire burst out, and it was about to burn the memorial tablet and the book collection. The fire was frozen solid.

Jiang Shuyu: "It's okay."

Ji Ruchou patted his chest: "It's okay, okay."

There was a "bang" sound on the side of the steps—a memorial tablet fell downstairs, accompanied by the wood all over the floor... The White Jade Palace stopped shaking, but Wen Yumian said angrily, "Clean up here before leaving!"

It was obviously Jiang Shuyu and Ji Ruchou who committed the crime, but who knew that he and Jiang Miaomiao had suffered.

Xie Yang stopped the broom in his hand, and wailed at the mess in the big hall: "When will this be cleaned up!"

On the top of the hall, Ji Ruqiu looked at the arrogant person under the iron chain and said: "It is rumored that during the battle of Liexie Mountain, the swordmaker imprisoned thousands of souls who died that year in this sword. It’s true, but if you say that such a broken piece of iron can control people’s mind, then I definitely don’t believe it. If there is no dust in your heart, why should you be afraid of ghosts and gods?”

Jiang Shuyu picked up a tablet and put it away, without raising his head, he said flatly, "Believe it or not."

"you!"

"Hey, hey." Seeing that the two of them were about to fight again, Wen Yumian hurriedly pulled Ji Ruchou back, "You two don't break my things anymore... Hey, it's my fault now, even though you know that ghosts can hold fire... It draws out the evil spirits from the sword, but this flower spirit is so powerful that a mere flower can destroy half of my White Jade Palace, so where should I plant the amount that can draw out all the evil spirits..."

"That's right," Ji Ruqiu gave Jiang Shuyu a sideways glance, folded his arms and said, "Some people just imagine."

Jiang Shuyu has thought about this question, so it is not difficult to answer: "You can create an illusion."

Wen Yumian thought for a while: "It won't hurt mortals, and the size of the land boundary can be changed at will. It's really a good way."

Ji Ruqiu: "It's easy to say, who in the world of illusion has such a great ability nowadays, even the number one illusion cultivator—your sister Jiang Yingyue can't create such a big realm."

Jiang Shuyu was silent.

Indeed, even in the past events in Huazhong, the number of Guiqinghuo is still too small, and they are suppressed in a short while. If you want such a place, where can you find it...

Xie Yang picked up the memorial tablet from the stairs, wiped it a few times, and then put it back in its original place. He didn't care about it, and followed the voices of the three upstairs.

It wasn't that he was careful, it was just that Jiang Shuyu's injury was not healed yet, and he was afraid that the movement just now would open the wound again.

Another thing he couldn't ignore was Ji Ruchou's attitude.He and Jiang Shuyu have never known each other since they were young, and they are the only friends of each other. In the previous life, whether they were on holidays or passing by, they would run to Changliu Mountain when they had nothing to do. Now that both of them have achieved something, the relationship seems to be not as good before?

Is it because time can change too many things, or the heights are too cold.

Xie Yang didn't want to delve into it, so he just focused on his hands-on skills, but at this time Jiang Miaomiao, who was following behind him, was desperately tugging at his repair uniform.

"what?"

He turned his head, only to see Jiang Miaomiao's urgent face, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

"Look!" Jiang Miaomiao shoved the sign in his hand to him, looking shocked.

"Isn't it just a tablet..."

Suddenly, Xie Yang's pupils tightened, and his mind and body were almost completely attracted by the tablet, only to see three seal characters—Jiang Shuyu lying quietly on the purple-black tablet.

Jiang Miaomiao: "Didn't it mean that all the tablets placed here are the tablets of people who have become immortals? Could it be..."

Xie Yang covered his mouth: "Keep your voice down, maybe he doesn't want us to know if he doesn't want to say it!"

After a brief shock, Xie Yang was full of doubts—could it be that Jiang Shuyu has already cultivated into a sword fairy?Then why did he stay alive?Is the spirit caller really him?

Xie Yang shook his head violently: "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

On the other hand, Jiang Miaomiao smiled brightly and seemed extremely excited.

That's right, anyone who suddenly finds out that his own father has become a god would probably do so...

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Shuyu came down from the top of the hall and greeted them to go back to Changliu. Jiang Miaomiao followed him bouncingly, but Xie Yang seemed to have lost his strength and was dejected.

Outside the White Jade Hall, black clouds were densely covered, the wind whipped up thousands of piles of snow, fine droplets of water fell from the sky, and soon the ground was dizzy and wet.

Jiang Shuyu drew a few barriers as umbrellas, but even so the cold wind was still piercing.

The three of them hurried, the moment they stepped into Hongmei Xiaozhu, the sky brightened, and then thunder was mixed with lightning, and there was a "boom".

Xie Yang's legs went limp and he fell straight backwards, unexpectedly his back went limp and Jiang Shuyu picked him upright.

Jiang Miaomiao looked at it and laughed: "So you are afraid of thunder!"

Jiang Shuyu said in a deep voice, "Go in first!"

It was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, and you couldn't see a chicken or duck in Hongmei Xiaozhu. Xie Yang curled up in the corner of the bedroom, hugging his upper body and shivering.

Yes, he is afraid of thunder, and he is afraid to death.

Childhood memories fell with the thunder, as if they weighed ten thousand catties, and he remembered those gazes and pointing fingers, like lightning... The last breath of strength in his throat that kept him alive was about to leave him, The game between the hostility in his body and the spiritual power made him unable to distinguish reality from reality.

At this time, a thunderbolt struck down, knowing that it was not aimed at him, but Xie Yang still ran around the room in fright, he felt something wet swirling in his eye sockets, at this moment he didn't look like a demon king.

"Run!" he thought wildly.

Maybe it's okay to escape!

As soon as his fingers touched the door frame, he heard a cold voice breaking through heavy thunder and electric shocks, and it came to Xie Yang's heart, "It's me, don't be afraid."

Jiang Shuyu.

Just thinking of this name, my heart seems to have a home.

Panting heavily, Xie Yang leaned against the door and sat down slowly. He buried his face deeply in the crook of his arms, and there was a begging in his hoarse voice: "Don't go..."

Lili's rain hit the paper umbrella, there was a silence outside the door, and he said slowly: "Okay."

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