Stupid beauty doesn't want to be a demon

The golden light between heaven and earth faded slowly, and the golden magic circle at the bottom of Guiyuan also sank into the earth without a trace. The torrential rain washed away this piece of land that had been scarred for thousands of years. In front of the crack where traces appeared, he stared blankly at the sword in his hand.

The heavy rain made him drenched, and also woke up his chaotic mind. The dust on the sword was washed away with the rain, and the fine lines on the sword were gradually revealed. The other swords are slightly wider and quite heavy. There are two characters on the blade near the handle. Xi Feiluan took a closer look and didn't understand what the weird characters are, but the style looks familiar...

He thought for a while, and the pattern seemed to be in the style of rune, and many of the ancient books in Moshou Palace were written in this kind of script that he couldn't understand.

By the way, Mo Shougong, he has to go back.

Xi Feiluan put the sword in front of his waist, and wanted to take it back for Fei Zhe to have a look. Just as he was about to leave, he saw someone in front of him, watching him silently.

It was Yan Luo, the ghost lord, whom he had met before.

The figure of the ghost lord Yan Luo seemed to be floating in a black mist, his pale face turned towards Xi Feiluan, his eyes slowly moved from the sword in front of his waist to Xi Feiluan's face.

Xi Feiluan was also looking at him.

"Why didn't you return?" The ghost master stared at him and asked suddenly.

Xi Feiluan still remembered that Meng Xiangyang asked him for help and was frightened and tied up under his nose, so he couldn't help but frowned slightly, and asked without answering, "Why didn't you help?"

The ghost master looked at him fixedly, and slowly stretched out a pale and bony hand, lifting a corner of the black robe covering his body.

His chest covered by the black robe was covered with white bones.

The white bone continued from the chest to the abdomen, and the necrotic flesh and blood hung on the edge of the white bone, which looked very terrifying.

The ghost master put down his black robe, half of his body was buried in the black air.

Xi Feiluan frowned again, and said with concern: "It turns out that I'm sick, so I need to take medicine."

There was a momentary blankness on the cold face of the ghost master. After a pause, he spoke slowly, with the same undulating voice as before: "This is the price of repairing ghosts and beasts thousands of years ago."

Xi Feiluan was puzzled: "What happened in that catastrophe?"

The ghost master looked at him quietly.

The rain gradually subsided, pattering on the two of them, the sky began to clear up, and the unfathomable bottom of Ghost Abyss also became brighter.

If this scene was seen by others, Xu would think it was absurd. One was the aloof ghost master, and the other was a human cultivator with dirty clothes. Instead of showing due awe and fear, the latter seemed to be chatting with others Same, look relaxed.

The ghost king's dark eyes were fixed on him for so long that Xi Feiluan thought he would not get an answer, but he slowly raised his arm and pointed to the bottom of the abyss in one direction.

Xi Feiluan looked along, and there seemed to be something protruding from behind some gravel near the cliff.

He walked over, pulled out the sword at his waist and pulled it a few times. Under the cover of the gravel, two white stone tablets were exposed.

He squatted down and moved the stones in front of the stele. The place was not covered by the rain, and the stele was covered with dust, so no one could see it. Xi Feiluan lightly squeezed the formula, which attracted rain to wash the surface of the two steles. Ordinary, but he discovered that these are two steles without writing.

The stone tablet is empty, without even a pattern, and the corners of the tablet body have not been carefully polished. It looks like the stone was taken from here and crudely made on the spot.

"This is..." Xi Feiluan was about to ask, but when he turned his head, he saw that the ghost master had disappeared. At the same time, Xi Feiluan suddenly felt something in his heart, and then a giant golden net covering the sky and covering the sky covered his head.

Why are there other people here?

Xi Feiluan was covered by the huge net, and his spiritual power was locked in an instant. Looking at the golden spiritual power net on his body, he felt a little vigilant after knowing it.

A man jumped off a high cliff.

"Who am I?" Qin Zhao walked towards here, with disappointment and desertion in his eyes: "You demons didn't show up earlier, and the matter was settled, so what are you doing again?"

Xi Feiluan: "?"

"Xiao Zhao!" A lot of people descended from the cliff one after another, Wen Chengxian rushed to the front: "Why did you jump down so rashly?!"

Qin Zhao smiled, showing his white teeth: "Uncle, what do you think you caught?"

"Junior Brother—" A man ran past in the distance, it was Meng Xiangyang, and he howled at the top of his voice, "Junior Brother, I'm here to save you—"

Xi Feiluan, whose head was covered by the fairy net, said, "..."

"What is this?!" Meng Xiangyang ran over and pulled the fairy nets on Xi Feiluan in front of Qin Zhao and Wen Chengxian: "Who is so wicked?! Throwing anything around!"

Qin Zhao's expression was slightly surprised: "This demon is your junior brother?"

In the distance, many monks came down to check the situation. Yu Sheng Yujian came over, and as soon as he landed and retracted the sword, Meng Xiangyang rushed over: "Master! They said my junior brother is a demon, and they arrested him! Come and help me!" Criticize this theory!"

A circle of people gathered in front of Xi Feiluan who was trapped in the fairy net, and a monk from Huanqi Palace surrounded him and exclaimed, "Nephew Lin, why are you here?"

Another person said: "It's a mistake, it's a mistake, this is not a suspicious person, this is a disciple of our Huanxi Palace."

Wen Chengxian: "Xiao Zhao, let him go quickly."

"Let go?" Qin Zhaohu's eyes were cold and stern, pointing at Xi Feiluan and said sharply: "You guys don't know, forget it, you people will live to eight hundred if you don't live a thousand, it depends on what he holds in his hand." Won't you come out?!"

Everyone froze for a moment, and looked at the unattractive sword in Xi Feiluan's hand in unison.

Yu Sheng pushed away the crowd and walked in, his eyes fell on Xi Feiluan's dazed face, and after a fixed glance, he fell on the sword in his hand.

Someone in the crowd took a breath: "That's not..."

"Magic Sword Rakshasa." Wen Chengxian's face was a little ugly, whether it was because of excessive consumption of spiritual energy or something else.

"Didn't the sword disappear with the Demon Lord or something for nearly a thousand years? How could it appear in this person's hand?!"

Meng Xiangyang's face changed again and again, and he loudly defended Xi Feiluan: "Wait! This sword has nothing to do with my junior brother! I testify! This sword was originally planted in the ground! It was because of our curiosity that we picked it up. It was pulled out!"

"You pulled it out?" Qin Zhao's eyes suddenly locked on him.

Meng Xiangyang's complexion changed again, he pouted his mouth, and said with a look of lack of energy: "Yes... yes! I pulled it out. What's wrong?!"

Qin Zhao exposed him indifferently: "It's funny, your body has been guarded on the abyss all this time, and you have never come down, how do you draw your sword?"

"I……"

Yu Sheng blocked Meng Xiangyang from behind: "Does Sect Master Qin think too highly of me, these two young apprentices who have just started?"

"You two apprentices are capable." Qin Zhao: "One has a pure Yang body, and the other..."

Qin Zhao turned his head to look at Xi Feiluan, then turned back, and said to Yu Sheng: "You are still young and have low experience. I don't know and I can't blame you. I will make it clear today. This magic sword Rakshasa, you Do you know whose sword it is?"

Yu Sheng frowned, and the ancient books he had read in the Cangdian Pavilion were skipped in his mind, and he suddenly remembered a certain page...

Demon Sword Rakshasa, the sword inherited by the Demon Lords of all ages.

——A sword that only the Demon Lord can hold.

There was no one talking around, some people's faces were blank and puzzled, some people's faces were panicked, only Yu Sheng's face changed little by little.

Qin Zhao raised his eyebrows: "It seems that I don't need to say it, you already know it very well, since this is the case—someone, take away this unknown disciple of Huanxi Palace."

"Wait." Yu Sheng raised his head, his voice slowed down: "This is my disciple of Huanqi Palace... Sect Master Qin is too much of a substitute?"

Qin Zhao laughed: "This is not the first time something like this has happened to you in Huanqi Palace. As a master, you might bend the law for personal gain. Why don't you let me bring it back to the Qin family..." His eyes froze: " When the time comes, keep him accountable for what he should explain, and what he should not account for."

Meng Xiangyang: "My junior brother is innocent!"

"It's not up to you to be innocent or not. By the way, I should bring you along. You have a very close relationship with your 'junior brother', right?"

"Xiao Zhao! This little disciple is willing to give up his life to go to the ghost domain, and he can persuade the ghost master to take action. He is our benefactor in the cultivation world. How can he talk like this?"

"Okay, okay, benefactor, then shall I interrogate the head office?"

"No." Yu Sheng looked at him coldly: "People from Huanqi Palace should be judged by Huanqi Palace."