The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

"I have met my lord."

A clear and gentle voice was heard, and it was hard to tell the age or gender of the voice. It just made people feel extremely peaceful, just like an old monk who had been meditating for a long time.

Yu Mian didn't expect that the magic weapon in his hand could actually speak. Surprise appeared on his face. "You are really a magic weapon spirit. Why didn't you speak in the past?"

"As my merits and virtues accumulate, I am awakened." Its tone is not very dynamic, like it is reciting a scripture, and one can get a glimpse of its quiet and elegant nature.

"So that's how it is. What are those chains that just appeared on the gun?"

"In Buddhism, there are Bodhisattvas with lowered eyebrows and Vajra with angry eyes. Under the eighteen levels of purgatory, the chains of evil are used to bind all living beings..."

Listening to its slow and elegant introduction, Yu Mian roughly understood it through his brain translation. The vajra represents the elimination of all sins and the return to pure nature. It is an extremely lethal magical weapon.

The chains on its body should be extended from the eighteen layers of hell and are used to bind sin. It is a built-in skill.

"So that's how it is." Yu Mian held the spear. She could feel the connection between herself and this magical weapon, which was very weak, yet very strong.

As his spiritual consciousness moved, two chains filled with hellish magma and deep red sparks emerged. As if they had intelligence, they pointed the hook blades at the ends of the chains towards Yu Mian.

For now, he can only summon two, but Yu Mian Yu Mian feels that this magical weapon is far more than that, and he is not qualified enough to develop its full power.

Slowly retracting the chain, she turned to look at the snake woman with a dark face beside her, and then showed a hint of obedience.

She knew that Sheng Qing hated Buddhists the most, and it was impossible for him to hope to have any connection with Buddhism, but fate often liked to play jokes on people, causing them to meet their destined ones in unpredictable ways.

"I'll try again... Can you wait for me here?" She put away her magic weapon, put her hand into Shengqing's palm, and scratched it with her round nails to comfort him.

Sheng Qing glanced at her coldly, and finally gave in. He clasped the soft jade and warm fragrance that was delivered to his door with his five fingers, and said in a serious tone: "In this world, the fate between you and me is the deepest, so don't think about the Buddha's fate..."

If Mian'er still thinks about Buddhism, she will think about demolishing those temples.

"Don't worry..." Yu Mian was amused by her. What was he thinking? How could he have such a lovely wife? He put both his hands on her and held her, leaning in and whispering, "My six senses are not pure, my worldly ties are not over, and my worldly desires are too heavy. I am comparable to Xu Xian."

"How could I have the thought of becoming a monk when I have a virtuous and gentle snake lady at home?"

Sheng Qing's eyes moved around, and he rolled his eyes beautifully, biting his words and asked slowly, "...are you really virtuous and gentle?"

Yu Mian listened to his own nonsense and smiled guiltily, "Of course...ha..."

"I! I went there..." She slipped and turned to run into the formation. She thought she would be caught and punished by Sheng Qing, but she didn't expect An Ran to enter it.

She also didn't notice Sheng Qing clinging to her back, his silent and affectionate eyes. The warmth of her fingertips that were holding Yu Mian's hand gradually dissipated and finally turned into a handful of cool air.

She clasped her five fingers together and gently clasped them together. Her affectionate gaze turned to her surroundings, turning into a deep and cold contemplation. As she watched the demonic energy raging more and more seriously, a rare hint of confusion appeared in her eyes. Even she could not be sure of what the future would be like.

If you are alone, even if you try your best, you will still end up dying.

But now that I have something to worry about, I...

Yu Mian, who entered the formation again, gave Jun Zhu a fright. Why was this little disciple like a cockroach and could not be killed no matter what?

It has been almost twenty days since she last had a rest. She was ruthless and fought with all her might.

The marshal said that the general trend cannot be violated, and what she did was just a last-ditch struggle.

It was really boring and tedious just to practice with such a weak monk, and I couldn't kill him.

Tsk!

He gestured with the scimitar in his hand, raised his eyelids lazily, yawned, and then rushed forward like an arrow.

Then just beat her until she feels pain, gets scared, and suffers psychological trauma!

Wildly, the knives were dancing, a bloody image of flesh was sacrificed, the skin and flesh were torn apart, turning into a red skeleton, and dense demonic energy instantly filled the entire formation.

This was his serious attitude. Even if he was suppressed to the level of a cultivator with the Divine Transformation level, he was not something that an ordinary cultivator could mess with.

In Yu Mian’s eyes, the bloody skull was dozens of feet tall, somewhere between visible and invisible. He let out a sigh of helplessness, which turned into a fierce gust of wind that blew towards his face.

The messy hair and cheeks were brushed against each other for a moment.

She immediately made some hand gestures.

Dharma!

Call God!

Her body disappeared into the smoke and dust, and the ten-foot-tall body slowly stood up. After adapting to this strange perspective height, she twisted her wrist.

Draw your gun and block it.

In an instant, the aftermath of the battle hit the barrier of the formation, and sand, stones and smoke rose up. From the perspective of onlookers, one could only see chaos inside, with only one or two flashes of magic occasionally bursting out.

Sheng Qing looked through the gap with satisfaction and saw that Yu Mian's movements were becoming more and more fierce, with a hint of pride on her face. This was a strong man born from her hands.

Time flies, and another month has passed...

Yu Mian had a mouthful of sweet and fishy taste locked in his throat. Not wanting Sheng Qing to know, he forced himself to swallow it. The tendons and bones in his hands were numb from the shock, and he used his spear to support his knees just before he fell to the ground.

The lower lip was bitten deeply, almost through the teeth.

It's too late... This amount of time is simply not enough for her to grow to the level that can match Sheng Qing. Even though she has completely accepted the red inner elixir, holds a magical weapon in her hands, and has outstanding talent, the gap in her cultivation is still difficult to make up.

Is this really the only way to go?

Suddenly, a voice came to my ear and asked softly: "Do you want to become stronger?"

Yu Mian turned his head suddenly, and the next second he thought he was in a trance again. He silently recited the Heart Purification Mantra, but heard another voice in his ears.

"I can help you."

Only then did she realize that it was the magic sword on her back that had not spoken for a long time. Ever since she brought it out, it had been like an ordinary sword when it followed her, and never dared to speak again.

I didn't expect to hear it again today.

It said that it could help her... Haha, would she believe what a magic sword said?

"If you're being too nice to me for no reason, you're either a traitor or a thief. Aren't you afraid that I will tell Sheng Qing that you seduced me?" Yu Mian raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and threatened in a harsh tone.

"I dare not... I just want to help you..." The Demon Sword felt a little wronged, "I also want to get rid of the shackles of the Demon Lord. In the future, I will be free to fly freely in the sky. You and I have the same aspirations, so why can't we help each other?"

"Oh, sweet words. You and I are on different sides. How can I believe you?" Yu Mian replied while picking up his gun and fighting with the demon general.

The devilish voice continued to come from my ears, "Jun Zhu's weakness is in his lower back, you can attack his Tian Feng bone on his waist."