The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

While Yu Mian was running and hiding, the magic sword fell silent again, as if it was thinking about something.

It was not until Yu Mian was crushed to the point of despair that the magic sword flashed for a moment. The scarlet eyes seemed to be fixed on the attacking demon general, causing his movements to freeze for a moment.

In an instant, Yu Mian seized the opportunity, and she took the opportunity to retreat dozens of meters from the enemy and moved to a safe position.

"Oh..." She gasped and said incoherently, "Do you have any solution?"

"I can help you achieve the fusion, but after that, you must sign a master-servant contract with me." The longer time dragged on, the tighter the pressure became. The magic sword originally wanted to play a psychological warfare and force Yu Mian to become anxious, but it unexpectedly was the one who couldn't hold back in the end.

"Really?" Yu Mian was a little unconvinced. Even Sheng Qing couldn't help her reach the fusion stage in a short time.

This matter itself is a fantasy.

She originally just wanted to buy time to see if she could pry some words out of them in the last eight or nine years.

The Demon Sword said in a deep voice: "Really..."

It said so, but its eyes were fixed on Junzhu Demon General. It was secretly thinking about sacrificing Junzhu Demon General, a demon in the middle stage of fusion, in order to give birth to a righteous fusion stage demon.

Not enough...the conversion rate of the sacrifice is too low. If we take into account the refining of Jiang Ye, who is in the middle stage of fusion next door, it will probably be enough.

Two demon generals were killed in one fell swoop... Mo Jian felt a little unhappy, but he had no choice. He would never watch her succeed!

Jun Zhuzhi, who was not far away, felt a piercing chill rising up his spine. An irresistible instinct of surrender made him subconsciously look for the source of the threat, and he immediately looked outside the formation.

Not Shengqing...

Who could that be? !

Yu Mian asked: "What should I do?"

"Just take me with you and fight as usual." After the Demon Sword said this, it returned to its usual quiet state.

"Okay..." After a few breaths of rest, her injuries were almost healed. She raised her gun and approached the demon general who was shrinking in front of her.

Jun Zhu hadn't seen Yu Mian come up to her to seek death for a long time. This cultivator was completely an invincible little cockroach. Relying on Sheng Qing's protection, he suffered countless injuries, but she didn't feel scared.

It really made him feel sick.

court death!

The moment the scimitar touched Yu Mian, a flash of panic flashed across Jun Zhu's eyes, and his hands suddenly softened, and the handle slipped from his hand.

Yu Mian instantly felt a stream of pure energy and blood coming from the opposite side, like a stimulant, making her already excited spirit even more excited.

The battle suddenly turned from the weaker side to the stronger side, and the two fought endlessly, but in the end, Yu Mian was defeated by a narrow move.

Her body was covered with cuts from the knife, and blood was dripping, but she didn't feel much pain, as if she had been anesthetized.

The whites of his eyes were turning red.

Sheng Qing immediately approached to interrupt, picked up Yu Mian and took her away from the fight, and began to check her body for any problems.

"Mian'er?" She said with a hint of worry in her voice.

Yu Mian came back to his senses, feeling the energy he had just absorbed. He felt so happy that his scalp tingled, like a cat buried in catnip, unable to find its way.

"I... I'm fine..." She did not stop Sheng Qing from checking. Since Mo Jian had the confidence to make such a boast, it was obvious that he came prepared.

After a careful inspection, Sheng Qing did not find any hidden hand, but only felt an extremely pure power, which was like the effect of a powerful cultivator's initiation through the sacrifice of his true essence.

However, the efficiency of such actions is often less than 30% to 40%, which is extremely wasteful.

"What's wrong?" Yu Mian asked proactively, but in fact he blinked his eyes slightly and used voice transmission to explain the content of the conversation just now.

"There is an extremely pure power in your body." Sheng Qing's eyes narrowed slightly to show that he understood, and he told the truth about what he had discovered.

Yu Mian was surprised: "How could this happen?"

Sheng Qing pondered for a moment, "This kind of thing is recorded more than once in the history books of the Immortal Gods. When the heaven and earth are in disaster, it is equivalent to the emergence of geniuses. The way of heaven will give gifts to these cultivators who are given high hopes."

"Help them grow up as quickly as possible and become independent."

"So what you mean is that I am blessed by heaven?" Yu Mian showed an appropriate look of surprise on his face, and followed Sheng Qing's words to round up the matter.

Sheng Qing nodded slowly, "Mian'er is indeed a blessed person."

The Demon Sword hid in the dark and listened to this back and forth. He was originally worried whether he would be discovered, although he had wiped out the trail very well, so he would not be able to suspect it even if he suspected it.

After hearing this, I felt even more angry.

Bah...what gift from heaven? That is a gift from the devil!

The worst off was the Junzhu Demon General in the formation. He inexplicably felt that his cultivation had decreased a lot, but he couldn't find the source and just thought it was some trick of Shengqing.

Less than half a month later.

The thunder clouds that had not been seen for a long time slowly condensed in the sky above the Demon Realm. Yu Mian was about to become the fastest cultivator in history to break through to the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation.

The inky thunderclouds in the sky sensed that something was clearly wrong with the aura of the monks below. The rolling clouds did not drop thunder for a long time, as if they were submitting a special situation report to their superiors.

A special psychic monk who is full of merits and has some of his spiritual power traced back to the transformation from exploiting the demons.

With the special approval of the superiors, transforming demon spirits is also the right way. There is no need to impose multiple demon-killing thunder penalties. The calamity can be reduced as appropriate based on merits...

Wow——!

A bolt of lightning fell, followed by raindrops that struck down, deliberately splitting into tiny bolts of lightning, in order to reduce the power of each bolt as much as possible without reducing the amount of disaster.

Yu Mian sat cross-legged on the wasteland. The demonic energy within a hundred miles around her was swept away. She closed her eyes and circulated her spiritual power, using thunder to forge the impure spiritual power in her body, beating and condensing it bit by bit.

Try to convert all of it into the purity provided by the magic sword, which can greatly improve her strength.

After a day and night of thunderstorms, she stood up slowly. Her hairband was burnt and her long hair was scattered all over the floor. Yu Mian picked up a dark red hairband and was about to tie it up when a bare hand took it.

Shengqing gathered her hair, tied it into a simple bun, and then put a crown and a hairpin on her.

Then he stroked the red spot between Yu Mian's eyebrows with his thumb, and said with a distressed tone: "Thank you for your hard work."

"How could that be? I just need to relax my muscles. I feel fine." Yu Mian pursed his lips and smiled, then stood still, allowing the area between his eyebrows closest to his spiritual consciousness to be controlled by the other party. Then his spiritual power invaded and explored every detail.

Her consciousness was in Shengqing's hand, allowing her to knead and squeeze it, looking for any hidden dangers.

Only after making sure that Wuyou was safe did he slowly put down his hand and took Yumian's hand, "Let's go, let's go back."

"it is good."

At this moment, Jun Zhu, who knew that he would be beaten as soon as the two of them returned, was already doubting his life.

His cultivation being locked by Sheng Qing didn't mean he couldn't sense his own strength. In just a dozen days, he felt like a large part of his strength had been drained away like an hourglass, and he was about to fall back to the early stage of fusion.

What kind of method is this? !