Junior sister took first place again

Ning Jiasheng silently held up the crystal coffin to relieve her discomfort. She no longer cared about the bloodline sword spirit or anything like that. She had to sort out the mess in her mind first.

The awakening of her inner demon this time was really unexpected for her.

Not to mention that she had severely injured her inner demon with the sword intent of her master last time, and until she entered the illusion, her realm had not loosened, and there was no sign of advancement.

She is now a mortal and cannot even use her spiritual power. Why did the inner demon wake up at this time?

And looking at the inner demon's momentum this time, Ning Jiasheng couldn't feel it at all. She had the weak aura of having just woken up from a serious injury.

The inner demon flew out from Ning Jiasheng's sea of consciousness and condensed into shape in mid-air.

She stood with her hands behind her back, looking at the fragments that were also floating in the air, with a look of scrutiny in her eyes.

The repelled fragment's aura fluctuated greatly. It stared at the inner demon in disbelief, saying incredulously, "This aura... the demon clan!!!"

But he quickly denied it, "No! That's not right!"

It also condensed into a vague humanoid shape in mid-air, looked in the direction of the inner demon and said sternly: "Are you an immortal or a demon?"

The inner demon's lips curved up, but he didn't answer. Instead, he looked at it with a wicked gaze and said leisurely, "It's a good tonic."

The sword spirit had a bad temper to begin with, and the inner demon now treated it as a prey with such a contemptuous attitude that it instantly became enraged.

It stopped thinking about the problem that confused it, and a chilling murderous intent burst out of its body. The strong wind blew away the surrounding burial objects and shattered them to the ground.

The fragment suddenly changed shape and turned into a sword, and in an instant it approached the inner demon.

The inner demon smiled nonchalantly, seemingly raising his hand slowly, and with a single hand casually blocked the sword, stopping it from moving any further.

The two sides confronted each other for a few moments, and the Inner Demon clenched her five fingers. An unshakable force emanated from her palms, instantly knocking the long sword in front of her back into its original fragments and easily grasping it in her hand.

The sword spirit was completely unable to break free and roared in disbelief, "No! This is impossible! Who are you?!"

"There's no way I'll be captured by the demons!"

"Humph."

The inner demon ignored its roar, chuckled softly, and tightened his grip.

Just, "Huh?"

The inner demon slightly turned sideways, a cold light flashed, and the sharp dagger flew past her robe and stabbed into the bed frame opposite.

The part outside was shaking constantly. It was conceivable that Ning Jiasheng used all his strength to throw it towards the inner demon.

The inner demon didn't bother to clean up the broken fragments. He appeared in front of Ning Jiasheng like a ghost, with veins bulging on his hand as he grabbed the hand that Ning Jiasheng used to throw the dagger.

"Click."

Ning Jiasheng's bones made a crisp sound, and his face turned pale in pain.

The inner demon ignored her, staring at her with bloodshot eyes and said:

"I haven't had the chance to settle accounts with you yet, but you're out here looking for death. Do you really think I can't do anything to you?"

Ning Jiasheng gritted his teeth and said nothing. He raised his wrist that was cut by Ji Tang and tried to snatch the fragment from the inner demon's hand.

Seeing this, the inner demon became even more furious. He slapped her hand away viciously and taunted her, "You overestimate your own abilities... You—"

A blinding light flashed, and the blood-stained fragments broke free from the inner demon's grasp and attacked the inner demon again.

The inner demon had no choice but to let go of Ning Jiasheng and raised his hand to resist.

Ning Jiasheng tilted his head to look at his wrist which was still dripping with blood, and smiled coldly. Compared with the inner demon and the unknown dangerous sword spirit, there was no need to worry about which to choose.

The sword spirit that recognized its master became more difficult to deal with than before, fighting fiercely in the coffin room. It was impossible for the inner demon to control it easily.

And it would be of no use to her if she caught him now.

Although Ning Jiasheng is now in Princess Zhaohua's body, the sword spirit always recognizes the soul as its master.

The fact that the Ningguo royal family could use it meant that they were of the same origin as its owner.

However, as time went by, this bloodline became increasingly thin, so that during the reign of the previous King of Chu, it was buried with the king in the mausoleum.

After a long time, the inner demon was unwilling to entangle with the sword spirit anymore. After a powerful demonic energy erupted, an object flew out of the light, and the sword spirit was once again beaten back into fragments.

The sword spirit turned back into a long sword again, and instead of rushing towards the inner demon, it changed direction.

The white hand grasped the pitch-black hilt of the sword. Ning Jiasheng held the long sword and stared at the inner demon. In an instant, he seemed to have turned back into the disciple of Xuanling Sect.