Shangyue stared at Canghuai's face with a strange smile, was silent for a moment, and then quickly made a decision in her heart.
"Long Qianjue, can you beat him?" Shangyue asked in his sea of consciousness.
However, the sea of consciousness remained as silent as ever.
Shangyue's brows slowly furrowed, a trace of dissatisfaction welling up in her heart: "What's wrong with this guy? If he wasn't standing right in front of me now, I would have suspected that he was imprisoned again."
However, it is not difficult to guess that the silence of the Demon King, who can hardly even break a piece of black iron, represents three words: cannot be defeated.
However, I didn’t expect that the Demon King would end up like this just because of a love affair. It is really sad.
I really don’t know whether to say that the woman is too charming, or that Long Qianjue is too love-brained.
At this critical moment of life and death, Shangyue has no time to think too much.
"Let's go!" Shangyue said, and turned into a shadow and disappeared into the narrow and dark corridor.
As the saying goes, it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.
A real man can bend and stretch. If you can't win now, just run away. This is the best strategy to consider the current situation.
"Haha!" Canghuai's laughter echoed in the air, and he slowly chased after him, like a red butterfly.
"Girl, I've been waiting for you for a long time, and you just left without saying a word to me?"
Canghuai quickly caught up, his voice sounded behind Shangyue, getting closer and closer.
"Damn it!" Shangyue clenched his teeth. He glanced at Long Qianjue who was following her, and a strange feeling flashed through his heart.
The always aloof Long Qianjue actually acted like a gentleman this time. In this critical moment, he did not choose to leave her alone and run away. It was really incredible.
But in just a moment, Shangyue threw this feeling of gratitude to the dogs.
According to one of the unfair clauses of the master-servant contract, once the master dies, Long Qianjue will also die.
"Haha!" Canghuai quickly appeared behind Shangyue, with a hint of cunning in his eyes, as if he was playing a game.
The pressure of the Demon Lord realm erupted instantly, and his palm grabbed her back with powerful force.
Shangyue's body stiffened instantly, and she could feel the powerful force coming towards her like a storm.
Shangyue and Long Qianjue looked at each other and nodded in tacit understanding.
Canghuai's fingers were getting closer and closer to Shangyue, and his fingertips had already touched Shangyue's robe.
However, at this critical moment, a strong and dazzling white light suddenly burst out between Canghuai and Shangyue.
As the white light gradually converges, it eventually condenses into a point.
Just now, Shangyue and Long Qianjue tacitly poured all their spiritual power into the Tianshu Sword. Suddenly, the Tianshu Sword, which had received a large amount of spiritual power, emitted a low hum, and the sleeping sword spirit awakened from Shangyue's sea of consciousness.
The moment the sword spirit opened his eyes, Shangyue raised the Tianshu Sword and slashed at Canghuai, and the Tianshu Sword burst out with dazzling light.
This sword exhausted all of Shangyue's spiritual power. She was breathing heavily, her eyes fixed on the front.
Just five steps away from Shangyue, Canghuai was half-kneeling on the ground, with a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
Although this desperate sword attack injured Canghuai, it was not fatal.
"How come?"
A small black dragon quickly crawled across the ground and dived into Shangyue's cuff with a whoosh.
However, the sudden influx of spiritual power was like a drop in the bucket. After the sleeping sword spirit woke up briefly, it fell into a deeper sleep again.
Shangyue's expression became increasingly ugly. She had exhausted all her spiritual energy, and the sword that had transformed Long Qianjue into his original form had only injured the opponent.
"Hahahaha!" A shrill laugh rang out in the dark and empty corridor.
Cang Huai gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly stood up.
"Not bad, not bad, you actually pushed me to this point!"
His voice was low and his eyes dimmed.
He had not been forced into such a situation since he became an adult. However, at this moment, the bright red stain on his fingertips was extremely glaring, reminding him of the days when he was bullied as a child.
"I only showed you some sympathy because you had no spiritual roots and suffered so much humiliation. But now, I want you to... die immediately."
A cold murderous aura emanated from Canghuai's body. The long sword in his hand shone with a cold light, instantly cutting through the darkness of the Holy Prison and stabbing towards Shangyue swiftly and accurately.
The strength of the Demon Lord realm is no longer retained at all. With this sword, Shangyue will definitely die.
In a flash, Shangyue had already thought of his last words.
The silver lotus between her eyebrows bloomed again, and a drop of bright red from the lotus heart fell, hitting the silky and cold ground and turning into nothingness.
Under the long and thick eyelashes, a pair of cold eyes suddenly opened. He glanced at it coldly, and then slashed at the locust tree with a sword as if it were a natural moat.
The man had hair as black as ink and skin whiter than snow.
His face was cold and distant, and he exuded an icy aura.
When Cang Huai saw the man who suddenly appeared, he was shocked. He crushed the teleportation talisman without hesitation and disappeared hundreds of miles away.
Last month, she escaped from the arms of death and returned to the world of the living. She stared blankly at her savior in front of her.
"Master?" Shangyue called out in confusion.
At the beginning, Cang Huai was going to kill Shang Yue on the spot, and when Cang Yu wanted to take the opportunity to kill Shang Yue, the phantom of Chi Hua suddenly appeared and saved Shang Yue from danger.
At that time, Shangyue once thought that the emergence of Chihua was just her illusion.
And now, she was once again in life-and-death danger, and it was Chi Hua who suddenly appeared and saved her from the critical moment.
Shangyue was finally able to confirm that the Chihua standing before her now was real.
"Disciple thanks Master for saving my life." If needed, the divine blood is available at any time. Shangyue looked at Chihua with sincere eyes and full of gratitude.
After all, blood won't kill her, and she doesn't like to owe others too many favors.
Although, Shangyue has always been very clear that the reason Chihua saved him was only because he could provide him with a steady supply of pure divine blood if he stayed alive.
And what became even clearer last month was that apart from this, there was nothing else worth using about her.
However, Chihua just stood there coldly, without any extra words or expressions.
Shangyue waited for a long time, and his smile gradually froze.
Okay, okay, the lip corners are clearly defined and the lines are smooth, it’s just for decoration, right?
Shangyue took a step forward, approaching Chihua. The tip of her nose could smell the scent of sandalwood on him. She tilted her head and called out again, "Master?"
Chihua remained silent, even his long, thick eyelashes did not move.
Shangyue lowered his eyes and finally felt something was wrong.
"Could it be that the Chihua in front of me is just a substitute without spiritual consciousness?" Shangyue thought about it again and again and finally came to this conclusion.
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