Ye Qiao and Meng Liu looked at each other and took a breath.
"What is that?"
"What?"
The inky light spot quickly spread out the moment the talisman was cast, and it seemed as if it was about to emerge from the pattern, accompanied by changes in shape.
When she looked at Bu Jianjun's stick before, she felt that it looked a bit like a staff when it changed, and its current form is even closer.
Just looking at the appearance, it is extremely pleasing to the eye.
But now is not the time to appreciate the changes in the stick. What caused Meng Liu and Ye Qiao to react so strongly was that something seemed to have come out of the stick.
After the two of them finished speaking almost at the same time, the talisman disappeared and merged into the stick. The thing on it seemed to break free from its restraints. The moment it jumped out, it suddenly grabbed Ye Qiao and Meng Liu who were closest to the stick.
Both of them were in the Nascent Soul stage, and one of them had even reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, but neither of them could escape. They were both forced to stay where they were. Meng Liu almost collapsed. What the hell was this?
If they had known the consequences would be like this, neither of them would have touched the stick.
The black gas rushed towards Meng Liu and Ye Qiao first, and the two were swallowed up by the black fog in an instant. Bu Jianjun was also a little stunned by this scene.
An uncontrollable chill seeped out from the bone marrow in the black fog. The feeling just now was indescribable, like a maggot attached to the bone, clinging to the body and unable to be shaken off no matter what, the nausea and chill seemed to devour all five senses of the person.
Ye Qiao felt a strong discomfort, and at the same time he could sense that something was vaguely drilling into his body.
I could vaguely hear a few unfamiliar voices.
The sound seemed to come vaguely from within his body.
Meng Liu's voice suddenly fell silent. This strange scene was beyond the expectations of both of them.
"What the hell is this?"
After all the black fog around her had penetrated into her body, she did not feel too uncomfortable and could not help but turn her head to observe Meng Liu's situation.
Meng Liu's face was much more frightened than hers. When he saw the black mist completely penetrate into Ye Qiao's body, he was so scared that he couldn't speak. He quickly retreated away from Ye Qiao.
It was like looking at some monstrous beast.
Ye Qiao couldn't tell what it was, but he knew at a glance that it was the remnant soul of a person, trying to enter Ye Qiao's body and take over another body.
This is the most commonly used method by the demons. Once a body is possessed, if the other person has good acting skills, he or she can completely replace the other person and live on. This secret method that disrupts the order of heaven is listed as a banned book by the monks in the world of cultivation, but it doesn't matter to the demons. They don't take the rules set by heaven into consideration at all.
Various insidious secret methods emerge one after another. It is no wonder that the Heavenly Dao hates the demons.
Seeing that Meng Liu was even more devastated than her, Ye Qiao calmed down immediately and felt the situation inside her body. After the black mist entered her dantian, there seemed to be a voice talking in her ears, but she didn't feel anything special otherwise.
All these changes happened too fast, and Bu Jianjun didn't even react. When he came to his senses, he saw Ye Qiao lowering her head. He quickly floated over and found that she seemed to be normal, without any pain from being possessed.
Meng Liu suppressed his sense of horror and looked at Ye Qiao vigilantly. He did not dare to approach the other party, but asked Bu Jianjun, "What is that black air? Why did it suddenly jump out?" and went straight to Ye Qiao.
Bu Jianjun carefully sniffed the breath left by the black mist, and then finally confirmed: "That black mist should be a remnant of the soul of the first generation Demon Lord."
Bu Jianjun frowned in disgust, "He is so disgusting." Before he died, he even split a wisp of his soul onto his own sword.
Perhaps when the first generation of Demon Lord tried to attach a strand of soul to the sword, Bu Jianjun noticed it, and for self-protection, he immediately locked up the remaining soul. Bu Jianjun himself did not have any record of locking up this remaining soul.
Before he had complete spiritual intelligence, all his actions were out of self-protection.
Now that it has been broken by Ye Qiao, it is a good thing that it has been broken, otherwise it would be creepy to think about the remnant soul attached to it.
The first generation of Demon Lord?
Ye Qiao raised his eyebrows at the identity of this remnant soul and observed the strange scene in front of him, "What does he want to do?"
She had heard that the demons had a sinister method of taking over other people's bodies, but she never expected to encounter it today.
"He wants to take over my body!" Bu Jianjun looked at the situation in front of him and spilled the beans about the other party. "He failed to ascend to heaven. At the critical moment, he threw me down. His remaining soul attached to the sword, and he was able to survive for a thousand years. He wants to take over your body."
He only had vague memories of successive Sword Masters, but he had a very deep impression of the first Demon Lord. It was simply that the scene of the other party's failure to ascend was too unforgettable.
Ye Qiao repeated: "The first generation Demon Lord?" She didn't know what she was thinking, but Bu Jianjun felt that she probably didn't mean anything good.
Meng Liu was almost frightened to death by the words of the man and the sword. He clutched his arm tightly as if this would give him a sense of security, and - "You are still conscious?"
The person whose body was possessed would not have much time to react. That was the first generation of Demon Lord, and he would lose consciousness in an instant and be replaced by the other party. This was also one of the reasons why he was wary of Ye Qiao, because who knew what possessed her body.
I don't think you understand this question.
He even gloated over his misfortune and lit a candle for his first sword master. Why not take over the body of anyone else, a cultivator from the Cangsheng Dao? If he had chosen Meng Liu, they might have succeeded before they could stop him.
It would be nice to let him out and fight with the current Demon Lord.
Who knew that he was mentally handicapped and coveted the talent of the Heavenly Grade Thunder Spirit Root, so he directly chose Ye Qiao.
"If Qiaoqiao were to give me a wisp of her residual soul, I would definitely not lock her up!" He vowed. He almost felt sick to his stomach when he thought about the first generation Demon Lord putting a wisp of his residual soul in him.
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