Palace Lord, he just wants to be beautiful

Xiao Cui, who has exhausted all her spirit stones, is just a puppet without consciousness, and why is a puppet a body that has lost consciousness?

Calculated.

The premise is that Xiaocui is really just a puppet, not a sword.

If the body of the sword can be equated with the body of a human being, then can every magic weapon that gives birth to a spiritual body be called a human being?How can there be a distinction between a master and a servant between a person and a magic weapon?

Magical artifacts that give birth to spirit bodies are rare in the world, and once they are born, they are powerful. Therefore, some people have indeed had crooked ideas, such as dissecting the sea of ​​consciousness of a living person, and then forcibly fused it into the magical artifact to act as the spirit of the artifact.

But even in the lineage of the evil way, there are very few people who try this method, just because the method of refining people into swords is too cruel, and it is extremely easy to be backlashed.

In the fifty years since her birth, Yan Fei has never been so shocked and angry as she is today.

The blood in his body was icy cold that even the root of the fire spirit could not melt. The coldness flowed through the whole body along the blood, freezing all the limbs and bones, so that when he turned to Tang Huan, his neck seemed to be stiff and creaking.

Yan Fei looked at Tang Huan in disbelief, her eyes were red, and every word was biting with overwhelming anger: "You want to melt me ​​into a sword?!"

Tang Huan was taken aback when he heard the words, and opened his mouth to him, but was speechless for a moment.

"Tang Huan! You want to refine me into a sword?" Yan Fei pressed again.

Tang Huan blushed before saying "No", but his words were not convincing at all. Letting a living person use the Falling Heaven Sword as his body, no matter who heard it, meant to refine the opponent into a sword spirit.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the Spirit of Love and the Spirit of Fear hurriedly jumped out, and they all stood in front of Tang Huan. However, the appearance of the two sword spirits ignited Yan Fei's anger even more.

Yan Fei recalled the days when he was alone in the world, when love and fear were almost handled by him like a dog, Tang Huan was not around, he showed his nature wantonly, never treated these sword spirits equally, for more than 50 years of being human For Yan Fei, how could he accept that he suddenly turned into a sword spirit?

Tang Huan was still trying to explain: "It's just a different body, you are still you."

"It's just a different body?" Yan Fei laughed back angrily, "Let me ask you, once I merge into the sword, am I considered a human race or a sword spirit? With the sword as my body, am I cultivating Taoism and ascending or accepting people as the master?"

"... "

Tang Huan couldn't answer.

Yan Fei got up and approached aggressively: "Besides, I can live by knowing the sea and transforming spirits. Why do I have to use a sword as my body? This is Xiao Changli's purpose? Could it be that using the sea of ​​knowledge of the son of a demon is good for him? You want to save him?" I did it for him too?!"

"... "

The young man in snow clothes backed away blindly, his beautiful lips moved several times, but he couldn't answer a word, because Yan Fei asked every question to the point.

Unknowingly, the cold aura lingering around Tang Huan gradually thinned out as the aura weakened. His cultivation base was very strong, but his inside was soft. That cute and pitiful appearance gradually overlapped with the figure in Yan Fei's memory. together.

The palace lord he was familiar with returned, but Yan Fei couldn't feel the slightest nostalgia, Xiaocui in his vision only made him feel extremely ironic.

When he heard the Spirit of Wrath say that the lower world would eventually be destroyed, he didn't expect that his first reaction was to worry about Tang Huan's safety, but Tang Huan had planned to train him into a sword spirit early on.

Rather than working with a bunch of sword spirits, he might as well be destroyed together with the lower realm.

What love affairs, what a match made in heaven, those who are dominated by emotions are all losers. He was born to destroy the world, and this life should be lived for himself!

The scorching fire sprang out from Yan Fei's palm, and suddenly swung it towards Xiao Cui who was standing there blankly, showing the killing intent.

The relationship between the sword and the sword spirit is equivalent to a mortal's body and the sea of ​​consciousness. In short, Xiaocui is Xiao Changli's body. Sword Spirit's Falling Heaven Sword is just an ordinary sword.

Lie Yan was about to fall on Xiao Cui's face, at this moment, Tang Huan suddenly moved.

He didn't try to stop him, but stood in front of Xiao Cui. Yan Fei's pupils shrank, his body reacted faster than his brain, and he opened his palm instantly. destruction.

"You're looking for death? Get lost!" At this moment, Yan Fei completely took off his mask, his face, which was so gorgeous that it was too beautiful, was shrouded in hostility, and angrily scolded the "Master of the Palace" who was always on his lips.

Tang Huan had never seen him lose his composure like this. Compared with fear, there was more novelty in his eyes, "Don't hurt him, there is only one Falling Heaven Sword."

"If you don't destroy him, can you give up?"

"If you don't want to, then wait."

"If I don't want to."

Tang Huan was silent again, because he was caught in a tangle, his hanging hand unintentionally grabbed the corner of Xiaocui's clothes behind him, but the next second, Lie Yan suddenly struck from the front again, scaring him to let go quickly, and immediately took Xiaocui back to the Sea of ​​Consciousness.

Yan Fei extinguished the flame in his palm, looked at the gloomy Tang Huan with a fake smile, and repeated coldly: "What if I don't want to?"

"…Then forget it."

Yan Fei was stunned.

Xiao Changli had obviously planned this matter for a long time. He didn't expect Tang Huan to give up so easily, and seeing Tang Huan's response, it was not so much that he had no choice but to give up, it was more like... puffing up?

Yan Fei was shocked by his own weird thoughts. Tang Huan's insidious plan to refine him into a sword had failed, so instead of feeling guilty, he even got angry with him instead?

Facts proved that Tang Huan was not only angry, but also very angry.

He turned around and was about to leave.

"It's fine if you don't want to, don't worry, I will persuade Xiao Changli not to let him trouble you."

Yan Fei subconsciously wanted to catch him, but Tang Huan walked quickly, and a fragrant wind swayed from his clothes.

It would be fine if he just left like this, but when he reached the entrance of the cave, Tang Huan seemed to get more and more angry, and returned to Yan Fei aggressively, his eyes were fierce, but his arms hugged him tightly, burying him. He took a deep breath before walking away angrily.

At this moment, Yan Fei glimpsed from the corner of his eye the Spirit of Wrath secretly pulling out a large piece of debris from Tang Huan's body, while the Spirit of Love was gnawing on the fragments while poking his head to watch his excitement. A look of gloating.

Several sword spirits had grudges against Yan Fei for a long time, and Yan Fei had never done anything good, so he felt uncomfortable, and all the sword spirits were happy to see it come true.

Yan Fei doesn't want to blend into the sword, they don't welcome Yan Fei to join yet!

What's more, the Falling Heaven Sword is just a random name given up by the people of later generations. It should be called the Seven Emotions Sword, and the magic weapon that has given birth to the sword spirit is impossible to refine the sea of ​​consciousness of the living. If it is possible to succeed, latecomers will never want to occupy the magpie's nest.

These are common sense in the upper world, but Yan Fei doesn't know, the information he has obtained is too limited, and he doesn't even know that only one person can ascend in this era.

It was precisely because he was in the fog that he was annoyed by Tang Huan's calculations.

Xiao Changli's appearance was like a sharp sword, and with just a hug, he cut the string of reason in Yan Fei's mind. Tang Huan asked him if he had forgotten any memory, but Yan Fei wanted to forget it because he clearly remembered it. What he did to Tang Huan in the past three years made him so anxious at this moment.

Compared with Xiao Changli who pampered Tang Huan into a "Master Princess", the things he did... had no chance of winning.

The only thing he can do better than Xiao Changli is that this sword spirit is doomed not to have a human body, but in the end he will use it to destroy the world by himself.

In Wuhuan Cave, the smell of Changhuanxiang has not yet dissipated, and the voice of banter resounded from the entrance of the cave.

"A real person who falls out of favor will be thrown into limbo."

A pair of cold eyes shot at the uninvited visitor at the entrance of the cave, and the disgust in Yan Fei's tone did not conceal: "Xiao Changli."

Xiao Changli walked out of the shadows, holding two balls of light, one orange and one purple, between his fingers. Unlike Yan Fei, he seemed to be in a good mood, mainly due to what he had gained from Yu Chuyang.

"The method of indestructibility of the golden body can barely make him stay in the distraction state for a while. If he continues to practice, I don't need to say the result, Zhenren Yan can predict it."

When the words fell to the ground, Yan Fei's breathing suddenly froze, and soon became messy.

With Tang Huan's fragile body, once he breaks through at this moment, he will definitely die in an explosive body.

Yan Fei said coolly, "With Protector Xiao here, can Tang Huan still sleep?"

Xiao Changli didn't seem to hear Yan Fei's cynicism, and his expression was calm: "Even if you don't fall asleep, within three days, the Palace Master will break through and be distracted."

How could Yan Fei listen to his nonsense, not only was he not led by the nose, but even led the army.

"Xiao Hufa is so powerful, why come to tell me these things?" After finishing speaking, he lightly swept the joy and sorrow in Xiao Changli's hands: "You have to ascend the Falling Sword, and for you, winning the Falling Sword It's as easy as flipping the palm of your hand, why don't you help Tang Huan ascend as soon as possible, and then you don't have to suffer from physical troubles."

Even Xiao Changli had to admit that Yan Fei, who was born as a human being, had far-reaching thoughts beyond the world.

If Shu Tianyi was present, his scalp would definitely go numb from the shock of Yan Fei's question.

He lived with Xiao Changli for two lifetimes, and he had been speculating about Xiao Changli's purpose, but in the end he didn't know much about it, only knowing that everything he did was for Tang Huan.

Now Yan Fei said, if it was for Tang Huan, wouldn't it be fine to just use the Falling Heaven Sword to help Tang Huan ascend?

Xiao Changli's strength is enough to aspire to the lower realm, and the sword mound is even more for him to come and go freely. Whether it is the Falling Heaven Sword or the Seven Sword Spirits, he can easily obtain it, easily enough to hide it from everyone without anyone noticing it. s eyes.

Although there is only one Destiny's Son, a new Destiny's Son will be born after the Destiny's Son dies, which shows that the Dao of Heaven has not specified that someone must ascend, but only hopes that someone can ascend.

Even if you have to become the Son of Destiny in order to follow the Heavenly Dao and ascend, Yu Chuyang is the Son of Destiny chosen first by the Dao of Heaven. If you kill Yu Chuyang, the Son of Destiny will become Xie Xuan, and if you kill Xie Xuan, you will become someone else... With Tang Huan's heaven-defying personality Aptitude, sooner or later, will be selected by the Dao of Heaven, such a simple thing can be achieved, why does Xiao Changli need to play this chess game that spans thousands of years?

What Shu Tianyi hadn't thought of in the past two lives was inconsistent, but now Yan Fei pointed it out.

Xiao Changli raised his eyebrows. He was amazed but not surprised. He glanced at Yan Fei, and then cast his eyes outside the cave. Outside the cave was a verdant courtyard. Huan deep valley.

Xiao Changli didn't answer Yan Fei's question, but asked him suddenly: "Do you know that Changhuan Valley was actually called Guiling Valley in the past, about 700 years ago, when someone discovered that the aura between heaven and earth was not chaotic, Instead, it is slowly flowing towards this deep valley covered by clouds and mist, but the speed of the flow is too slow, and it took the world a full ten years to make a conclusion, and then this place is called Guiling Valley."

Different from the reaction of Ye Zhilan and the others when they heard about it from Shu Tianyi, Yan Fei opened his eyes wide almost at the same time he heard the words "Gui Ling Valley", and instantly thought of Tang Huan's spirit-gathering physique after falling asleep. .

"Gui Ling... Valley?"

"That's right, but because I don't like the name, I changed it to Changhuangu."

Yan Fei said awkwardly, "What do you mean by telling me this?"

Xiao Changli threw Xi and Ai, who were pretending to be dead, into the corner, not at all worried that they would dare to run away.

"If the aura flow is too slow, it's really hard to notice it at ordinary times, and you can only find it when you fall asleep. Besides, the monks above the Nascent Soul are breathing out the aura of heaven and earth all the time."

Immediately, Xiao Changli snatched a copy of "Secret Law of Double Cultivation" placed on the white jade table, which was exactly the "Phoenix Seeking Yu Huang Chapter" that Tang Huan had just flipped through. With a slight smile, he put away the picture album and said to Yan Fei: "Within three days, he will definitely break through the distraction, and when the time comes, it will be up to Zhenren Yan to decide whether to practice both or not."

"Since the palace lord has lost his temper, it's time to end this tide."

This sentence sounded like it had some deep meaning, so that Yan Fei subconsciously asked "what do you mean", but soon he regretted it.

Xiao Changli sighed quietly, obviously he was sighing, but he couldn't hide his affection.

"Because if it is later, it will be a little difficult to coax."