People's sorrows and joys are not shared, Ye Qiao just felt that they were all very noisy.
Why does Liuying have this kind of personality?
The moment Ye Qiao heard it speak, she fell silent, and finally said, "You speak so obscenely." None of her sword spirits had ever had such a dramatic personality.
Lueying: "Oh, how can you say that to me? I will be very sad."
Too disgusting, too disgusting. Frost's transformation could no longer bear it and wanted to stomp the spirit sword over with one foot. He uttered one word in a concise manner: "Get lost."
"Lululu can't hit me." Liuying dodged in a second.
So shameless.
No matter which sword spirit it is, even the trouble-making Bu Jianjun is not so mean as to be this level.
The two swords, Liuying and Jinghong, had been silent before. I thought Liuying should be a cool and aloof person, but when his mother suddenly spoke, it was so scary.
"It looks like he has regained his consciousness?" Feixian Sword said softly, staring at the sword spirit who was famous for his speed.
——It’s better not to open it.
This is everyone's psychological activity.
Ye Qiao's head was buzzing because of the noise. She suddenly remembered that there was a Demon Lord hidden in her body who refused to come out. She immediately emptied her mind and tried to let the first generation Demon Lord communicate with them.
Before he was surprised that Ye Qiao compromised so easily, his head started buzzing as if it had exploded, and a bunch of unknown things started chattering.
There were conversations between men, women and little girls.
Lord Demon was a little confused.
He was precisely controlled by Ye Qiao in his sea of consciousness, and the voices in his ears continued. At the beginning, it was a normal discussion, but at the end, somehow, there seemed to be a quarrel.
There are all kinds of sounds.
You know, the first generation Demon Lord was quite Buddhist, and his residual soul had been wandering for nearly a thousand years. He had plenty of patience for such a long time, and they were just a group of sword spirits, so how long could they quarrel?
The Demon Lord calculated quickly. Ye Qiao directly let him hear the voice in his sea of consciousness. Although he didn't know what Ye Qiao was up to, this undoubtedly made him realize that it was a good opportunity. Whether it was to incite rebellion or let those sword spirits sever the contract on their own initiative, as long as Ye Qiao's consciousness was exploited, he could replace him.
The next step is to brainwash these sword spirits.
He cleared his throat and prepared to say something, but before he could open his mouth, the voice in his ear rang again, louder than before.
"Do you want to die?" Xiaoqi asked in a flat tone.
"Lululu." Lueying was pleased, "You can't hit me."
Well, it was born, the Tuanyan Shadow Sword.
Frost Sword could no longer bear it and punched down. With a bang, the ground shattered and disappeared without a trace. The huge turbulence spread to the entire spiritual consciousness.
“…”
Then a moment.
The Demon Lord, who was about to speak, was deafened by the noise.
Even if Ye Qiao didn't go to see it, he knew it must be very lively.
She thought the Demon Lord might remain silent for a while this time, but unexpectedly, the Demon Lord spoke.
Unexpectedly, it was a very young voice.
The moment he spoke, Ye Qiao immediately probed all of his spiritual consciousness into his body, but saw nothing.
After the Demon Lord lost his hearing for a short while, he quickly regrouped and tried to stop the fight, asking the sword spirits to listen to him first, "Stop fighting, listen to me."
He hasn't spoken yet.
"Can you guys listen to me?" His smile broke a little. He had never encountered such a situation before.
The Demon Lord had the illusion that he was helping elementary school students to stop a fight.
The key point is that those elementary school students ignored him. The sword spirit was basically used to doing whatever he wanted and being willful. No matter how loud he shouted, no one would pay attention to him.
"Stop making noise!" He couldn't bear it any longer and roared with some cruel thoughts. Ye Qiao outside was frightened by this demon lord.
The sword spirits in the area were also frightened.
Upon hearing about this turmoil, Bu Jianjun hurried into the area to watch the battle, wanting to hear what nonsense his first-generation sword master could say.
Seeing the sword spirits, beasts, and ghosts all turning their heads to look at him, the Demon Lord felt a little more valued. He adjusted his speech speed slightly, and prepared to introduce himself in a gentle voice, "My name is Mu Li."
Just after he finished speaking, Liuying raised his voice and asked in a rather uncultured tone: "Oyster? What is that?"
Ye Qiao almost laughed out loud. Although the Shadow Sword had a bit of a flamboyant personality, he was less moral than other sword spirits. He asked back loudly, which made it impossible for the Demon Lord, who had prepared a good answer, to respond.
I didn't see Jun squatting down. The young man had an exceptionally handsome face, with his chin in his hand, looking like a well-behaved black cat.
"He is the first generation of the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan, and my first sword master."
He recalled, "It seems that he was the first one in the cultivation world to ascend? But he failed." Otherwise, he would not have attached himself to the sword spirit.
Although they were not clear about Ye Qiao's plan, if they used it well, the First Generation Demon Lord could be used.
No one is more familiar with the demons than the Demon Lord.
"His voice sounds old and ugly." Han Shuang said honestly.
"I'm not old." The Demon Lord gritted his teeth, and he's not ugly!
The little girl glanced at him and said, "I don't believe it." Then she lowered her head and stopped talking.
This nonchalant attitude is really infuriating.
Feixianjian was very interested, but she was still very polite, "So what do you want to say?"
Among so many spirit swords, there is finally one that can communicate normally. The Demon Lord suppressed his excitement and said in a gentle voice, "It must be unpleasant to be away from the sun."
"Don't you want more power?"
Sword spirits grow with their sword masters. No matter how powerful they are, it depends on the sword master's comprehension and whether he can bring it into play. It is better to find a master than a teenage girl.
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