"Second Brother... Waaah..." Ruoruo's voice trembled, her vision blurred with tears, as she desperately stuffed medicine into Mo Yunlan's mouth, "Ruoruo has medicine, Second Brother, take your medicine...! Waaah... Second Brother."
"Mo Yunlan!" The little white tiger struggled to stand up but couldn't muster the strength. Its eyes were bloodshot as it called out Mo Yunlan's name.
Mo Jinyan, who always hid behind Ruoruo, barely managed to walk in front of Ruoruo and used all his strength to let out a chirp at the two demons.
But not even a spark could be emitted.
"The one I hate most in my life is the phoenix!" a demon said, reaching out to slap Mo Jinyan.
Another demon slammed a palm into Ruoruo's back: "Your destiny is flawed, and you are destined to die young. Kunlun Ruins will also inevitably collapse. Does Mo Yong really think that linking your fates together will allow you to survive? Today, I will help you break free."
Seeing that Ruoruo and Mo Jinyan were about to die at the same time, Mo Xuanshuang was heartbroken: "How dare you!"
"Buzz!" A sword rang out.
The green bud on the tip of the small wooden sword lying on the ground finally sprouted its third leaf, while thunder roared above.
Boom! A dark purple lightning bolt struck down fiercely, instantly obliterating the two demons.
Ruoruo picked up Mo Jinyan and stumbled back to Mo Yunlan's side, looking at the small wooden sword hanging in front of them.
Two slender vines sprouted from the tender buds on the hilt of the small wooden sword, slowly reaching out to Ruoruo and affectionately nuzzling her cheek.
“You are… Kunlun…” Ruoruo Cat sensed something and called out the name of the little wooden sword.
The small wooden sword suddenly emitted a blue light, and the two characters "Kunlun" were slowly engraved on the hilt. The blue light shone on Ruoruo and the others, and the wounds on their bodies slowly healed under the blue light.
At the same time, the dark clouds above grew increasingly turbulent, and the lightning bolts that struck down were as thick as giant logs, incredibly powerful, and had turned pure black.
The great demon who was grabbing Zi Manqing by the neck and force-feeding her demonic seed involuntarily stopped and looked up in horror.
"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder... This is... the birth of a divine artifact..."
Zi Manqing was thrown to the ground, coughed lightly twice while covering her throat. Before she could even feel the relief of surviving the ordeal, she heard about the birth of the divine artifact and immediately looked at Yan Ruoruo in disbelief.
How could that be? Isn't that just a discarded wooden sword? Everyone has one.
If Yan Ruoruo were to possess the divine artifact... she would no longer be a match for Yan Ruoruo; she would be forever trampled underfoot by Yan Ruoruo and unable to rise again.
Reputation, prestige, and power will all belong to Yan Ruoruo, while she can only watch from the shadows, once again ignored and abandoned.
Just like this time when I was abandoned by my father.
Zi Manqing felt immense fear and resentment. Her hands slowly clenched into fists. She turned to look at the Soul Devouring Tower. She absolutely could not lose to Yan Ruoruo again!
The next moment, she pulled the Soul Devouring Tower over and plunged its tip into her own heart: "I sacrifice my soul to the tower, contract with the divine artifact, live as master, die as slave, I stake the fate of the demon race, and contract the Soul Devouring Tower."
"Zi Manqing! Stop! How dare you gamble with the fate of the demon race!" The great demon beside him was terrified.
Zi Manqing was completely deaf to reason. She felt the powerful force emanating from within her body, and her smile grew even more maniacal: "This prince will never lose to Yan Ruoruo. As long as this prince is strong enough and does not lose, Father will never abandon this prince!"
What does the demon race's Qi calculation matter! As long as her father doesn't abandon her, as long as everyone sees her kneeling at her feet, as long as she... defeats Yan Ruoruo!
On one hand, a divine artifact is born; on the other hand, the divine artifact recognizes its master.
The heavenly tribulation lightning grew increasingly fierce, and the few great demons who had barely survived instantly fled frantically.
After two rounds of lightning tribulations, this place will be razed to the ground.
Ming Mengyao, who was already severely injured and buried under the pile of stones, watched this scene from afar through the cracks in the rocks, feeling both regret and jealousy.
Why was she the only one left with nothing in the end? Perhaps she will even lose her life here!
Ruoruo couldn't care less about Zimanqing right now. She watched as Xiaomu saw the two vines and effortlessly reached into her spatial pendant.
Then, without any attempt to conceal it, he rolled out all of her pills and devoured them one by one.
"So you're the pill thief!" Ruoruo Cat was furious and bristling, but she also offered up more pills. "Don't steal anymore. If you want some, just tell me! I'm not stingy. Why would I let my sword go hungry?"
The little wooden sword, which was enduring the lightning tribulation, actually twisted in the air, and the tender buds on the hilt even turned pink, as if it were quite embarrassed.
Each powerful bolt of lightning struck the tender bud atop the little wooden sword, causing no harm whatsoever. Instead, it made the bud tremble slightly, followed by a tingling, pleasant sensation.
The sword blade, tempered by lightning, became even more solid.
After it finished swallowing all of Ruoruo's pills, it still seemed unsatisfied. Ruoruo the cat seriously spread out its paws: "There really isn't a single one left."
The next moment, the vines wrapped around Ruoruo the cat, picked her up and carried her to the tender bud. They tried to rub against her fingers affectionately, and a faint voice went directly into Ruoruo's mind: "Master's blood, a little bit."
Ruoruo remembered what Yuebai had said about blood recognition, and feeling something, she transformed into human form. She directly cut the fingertips of both her left and right hands, holding Wenshui in one hand and a small wooden sword in the other.
Ruoruo's blood stained the tender bud of the little wooden sword. The bud trembled wildly and began to grow a fourth, fifth, or even more buds.
Ruoruo's spiritual herb mark between her eyebrows also changed. Her tailbone started to itch uncontrollably, and five tails grew out instantly. She even began to grow a sixth tail.
The wind chimes of Wen Shui jingled and tinkled, and a trace of the power that the divine artifact Kunlun had undergone during its nine-day tribulation of lightning was also leaked into Wen Shui.
The quality of the water began to rise steadily.
Having barely recovered her strength, Mo Yunlan sat on the ground holding Mo Jinyan: "What exactly happened?"
"It seems Ruoruo is about to replenish her primordial spirit." Mo Jinyan sighed weakly. "The eleventh divine artifact in the world was actually forged by Ruoruo, who has never learned how to forge artifacts."
Asking about water is a sign of good fortune; if it were struck directly by the Nine Heavens Thunder, it would probably be reduced to ashes.
Now that the divine artifact is in the middle, it absorbs most of the power and only passes down a small portion, which allows it to successfully acquire power and advance.
In the end, Wen Shui even vaguely touched the edge of the immortal artifact.
Ruoruo had somehow transformed back into a kitten, suspended in mid-air by vines growing from the tender buds at the hilt of the small wooden sword, standing amidst the lightning tribulation, her ninth tail becoming increasingly solid.
The blue lines between her eyebrows gradually became identical to the black lines between Mo Yong's eyebrows, which was a sign of her immortal body maturing.
Meanwhile, outside Kunlun Ruins, Mo Yong swung his Soul-Destroying Spear, violently throwing the Demon Lord out of Kunlun Ruins.
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