Junior sister took first place again

After Ning Jiasheng came out of the tomb, he kept arranging the next actions, and only had time to sit down and drink tea at dusk.

Then she ate something, changed her clothes, and waited for Qi Sha and the others to finish their final tasks. After midnight, she went out to cross the river.

During the waiting period, she sorted out the things in her mind about the Emperor's Sword.

The fragment of the Emperor's Sword didn't want to be carried around by her all the time, so when there were no outsiders around, it floated in the air by itself.

"I really can't figure out what kind of power can destroy you?"

At this moment, in the quiet room, Ning Jiasheng resisted the evil spirit that was affecting him all the time, looked at the sword spirit, and asked softly.

Although he knew the origin of the Emperor's Sword, Ning Jiasheng didn't know how it became what it is now.

She knew that this question would inevitably touch the sword spirit's reverse scale, but Ning Jiasheng really didn't expect that this question would cause it to react so strongly.

The moment she finished speaking, the sword spirit instantly lost its mind.

As a companion temporarily bound together, Ning Jiasheng felt its condition, but before he could react, an indescribable murderous intent and desire suddenly rose in his body.

For a moment, Ning Jiasheng remembered nothing. She only wanted to see blood and wanted to destroy everything.

Only by constant killing can he calm his violent heart a little.

Ning Jiasheng swung her sword wildly, wantonly feeling the power in her body that seemed to be able to destroy the world, but without the warm blood, she felt a surge of resentment, and a hint of displeasure appeared in her eyes that were full of madness.

She dodged and ran out of the room, swinging her sword continuously to cut everything beside her. Ning Jiasheng used all her strength to maintain her precarious sanity, and finally controlled herself and the sword spirit, and stopped at the gate of the courtyard.

After waking up, the power that made her lose control disappeared, but the backlash would not disappear just because she lost control. Ning Jiasheng was trembling all over, no longer able to support her body, and she half-knelt on the ground.

Behind her, the entire villa had almost become a ruin.

Fortunately, in order to conceal her whereabouts, there were no residents around this villa. Qi Sha and others were sent out to do something, otherwise, Ning Jiasheng couldn't guarantee that she would not have killed innocent people just now.

After resting on the ground for a while and finally gathering some strength, Ning Jiasheng found a surviving stool and sat down, saying in his heart:

"I won't ask you these things anymore. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would have thought you would become what you are now."

"I have my own sword too. Once I'm out, we'll go our separate ways."

The sword spirit sneered, "You are far from qualified to be my master. I don't care what you say. Whether you will survive is still uncertain. And you are not the only one I can choose."

Ning Jiasheng laughed. "Although I'm taking advantage of you, except for that old bastard Kai Xin Mo, I can be considered invincible with you. It's impossible for a mere evil spirit to make me collapse in such a short time."

The sword spirit ignored her nonsense and was attracted by the inner demon mentioned by Ning Jiasheng.

"Inner demon!? You said that thing that looks like you is your inner demon!?"

Can the inner demon approach it or even defeat it?

In the eyes of the sword spirit, Ning Jiasheng has always been her original appearance. The sword spirit can even see her true form, so Princess Zhaohua's appearance certainly cannot be hidden from it.

Although the inner demon looked like Ning Jiasheng, the sword spirit never thought about the inner demon.

Because, even if it is broken, it should still be an existence that makes little heart demons tremble with fear.

Seeing it was going crazy again, Ning Jiasheng quickly explained, "Calm down, calm down. I'm just used to calling her that because she's an old monster disguised as a demon. I've always wanted to know what she is."

Seeing that the sword spirit was no longer so excited, Ning Jiasheng quickly changed the subject, "You just said that I'm not the only one you have as your choice. What did you mean?"

Ning Jiasheng initially thought it was talking about the members of the Ningguo royal family, but then he thought carefully, if it was really a member of the Ningguo royal family, it would not have stayed in the mausoleum for so many years, and the tomb could not hold it at all.

Seeing that she finally reacted, the sword spirit sneered, "Indeed, you weren't the one I chose initially. In terms of bloodline, you're inferior to him, and in terms of status, you're even a lowly half-demon. If you weren't the closest at the time, I wouldn't have brought you in."

Then wouldn't this be an unprovoked disaster for me?

Ning Jiasheng suddenly jumped up and cursed at the sword spirit.

"Holy crap! Who the hell is so rare to be chosen by you?"

"Do you know that I have something important to do? I don't have time to play this crappy game of regime change with you guys!"

"You keep talking about your bloodline and identity. I think you've been praised for too long and have forgotten your own worth. You're the one who categorizes a broken sword into different levels. I'll beat you to death, you feudal scoundrel."

Ning Jiasheng was really furious. At the end, he grabbed various construction debris at hand and threw them at the sword spirit.

She still has a lot of things to do, and she doesn't know how fast time flows in this illusion, so she doesn't know how long she will be delayed here. It makes her so angry!