The bond ceremony was completed, and a vine-shaped totem appeared on Jiang Niannian's wrist.

This was the most sloppy and unhygienic bond she had ever seen.

Others had to go through untold hardships to tame and cage ancient divine creatures, but this one was just forced upon them.

Do you want to make a contract?

I don't want it.

No, if you want it, you must have it. Even if you don’t want it, I will give it to you.

However, after the contract was signed, Jiang Niannian obviously found that her five senses had become more spiritual. She moved her fingers lightly, and the green vines on the wall would stretch out according to her wishes. With her eyes closed, the vision of the entire Demon Palace was under her control. As long as there was a place covered by the green vines, she could see it in all directions, 360 degrees without blind spots.

"So, now you know how powerful Bencao is!"

The sound came from her wrist. It seemed that Fujio had already merged his spiritual form with hers.

"Yeah." Jiang Niannian nodded politely, calmed down, and began to sense the situation around her.

There was a devil's cave not far away, which was full of snakes. The snakes' tongues hissed and they crawled along the green vines. The cool and moist touch was transmitted through the green vines. It felt like it was scratching against her skin, which made her scalp tingle.

A demon opened the giant cage behind him, grabbed several dying people from it and threw them down. The bright red and thick blood splashed on the rough black ground, and screams and cries for help echoed in the demon cave.

The snakes in this devil's palace are actually fed by living people!

The demon grabbed another person and asked, "Tell me, who sent you here?"

The man: “Hmmmm!”

The demon smiled sinisterly: "You're so stubborn that you won't say anything, right? Then I can only teach you a lesson."

That person: “Hmmmmmmmmmmmm ahh ...

The voice was hoarse, as if it had been burned by fire, and it was hoarse, mocking and extremely unpleasant.

The man said, "Before you fucking interrogate me... can you please remove the silencing spell..."

The demon said, "I'm sorry, brother Ha, today is the first day of interrogating prisoners, and I have no experience."

The man continued, "No problem... I'll tell you... my mastermind behind the scenes is..."

The demon shouted, "I don't want to listen!" Then he threw the man into the demon cave, and there was another scream.

Jiang Niannian: “…”

She sighed, and the green vine continued to extend, finally finding the room where Yin Buqi was.

Yin Buqi was closing his eyes and regulating his breathing. The spiritual spring water slowly moistened his meridians and helped him recover.

Every time I feel like I’m about to make a breakthrough, there’s always something just a little short of it.

Jiang Ziyou wailed while holding the coal ball: "I am dying. My Feiying Liuyun Sword, my sword, the precious sword I found with great difficulty, my sword, my sword!"

The other monks advised: "Brother Jiang, don't be so loud, or you will attract the Demon Lord."

"That's right, the sword is gone, so just find another one."

Jiang Ziyou continued to howl: "My sword..."

Yin Buqi opened his eyes, frowned slightly, and looked directly at Jiang Ziyu with his sharp eyes.

Meiqiu was very good at observing people's expressions and Xiaohei grabbed and covered Jiang Ziyu's mouth.

A monk asked, "When will Qinghe Zhenjun come to rescue us?"

Jiang Ziyou said, "Don't worry, Master knows I'm in danger and will definitely come as soon as possible."

At this time, a voice came from outside the door: "Your Majesty, why are you here?"

Then came Tang Murou's coquettish voice: "Open the door quickly."

The door opened and two people came in. Tang Murou came over with her skirt lifted. She changed into the dress and headdress of the demon clan, becoming even more beautiful and pitiful. She said aggrievedly, "Ye Linyuan wants to take me away... I don't want to, please help me..."

Monk: Don’t you see that we can’t protect ourselves either?

"Why is Mu Rou running? I've already explained that these women are not for my own enjoyment, but are prepared for the monks." Ye Linyuan smiled sinisterly and clapped his hands, and the hundreds of beauties outside the door rushed in.

Everyone else raised their eyes to look, but Yin Buqi was the only one who still closed his eyes and healed his wounds, ignoring everything.

His face was extremely handsome, and his thin pale lips were tightly pursed, which made people unable to take their eyes away.

Not to mention that the black shirt outlined the man's tall and slender features, with cuts and scratches leaving several holes, revealing the unnaturally white skin and scarlet blood underneath.

The demons are dissolute and have no moral integrity.

All the beautiful demons present wanted to go up and tease him. Although this man was fierce, his back was straight and his temperament was natural. Look at his face.

It makes people want to ravage it and squeeze it dry.

Ye Linyuan's expression was amused. "Go, serve the guests well, and don't let anyone say that we didn't entertain them well enough."

The beauties have been eager to make a move for a long time, and now they can't wait to obey orders.

Jiang Ziyou was so frightened that he stepped back repeatedly: "Master said that women will affect the speed of my sword drawing, so don't get close to me."

A group of straight men suddenly flooded into the Demon Lord's harem of three thousand beauties. The child must have been scared to death.

Others were either elegant or dignified, or half-hearted.

"Don't be nervous." Ye Linyuan was obviously very happy to see their reaction, and said wickedly, "Just have fun."

Jiang Niannian on the other end was shocked.

Who are you playing with?

...playing with my kid?

With so many women, they will all die if they don’t make love!

"You're going too far!" Tang Murou stretched out her hand to hit Ye Linyuan, but he grabbed her and held her in his arms. "Murou, don't be impatient. The fun has just begun."

Several demon beauties slowly approached Yin Buqi, revealing a small part of their fair shoulders, wearing revealing clothes, with the most primitive desire in their eyes.

Yin Buqi suddenly closed his eyes, glanced at the woman beside him expressionlessly, and said, "If you don't want to die, get out of here."

His tone was cold, but his neck was flushed. He must have been very annoyed, and his hands hanging at his sides were cracking their knuckles.

The beauties were all stunned by the cruel look in his eyes.

But there was one who was not afraid of death. She pressed her chest against his back, which was warm and soft. She put her arms around his waist from behind, and moved her fingers painted with red nail polish to the belt, slowly and slowly trying to untie it.

Ye Linyuan put his arm around the struggling Tang Murou and said with a sinister smile: "Don't just hang yourself on a tree. Try other women more often and you will know..."

Before he finished speaking, the smile froze on his face.

The ropes binding the monks suddenly fell off.

Yin Buqi grabbed the woman's wrists, his brows were fierce and his face was distorted with anger. He picked her up and threw her to the ground without hesitation, causing her to spit out blood.

The other beauties were so scared that they ran out.

Yin Buqi looked towards Ye Linyuan, the scarlet black iron sword condensed out again, his whole body was filled with murderous intent, which inexplicably made people's scalps numb.

"Yo!" Ye Linyuan exclaimed in surprise, straightened his body, and laughed strangely: "Even with such serious injuries, you still have the strength to fight me."

Jiang Ziyou quickly stepped forward and grabbed him: "Don't be impulsive, my master must be coming soon, we can't defeat the Demon Lord."

"Where is she?" Yin Buqi asked coldly.