No matter how well Ye Qiao hid, the area she covered was limited. When she was attacked, she jumped lightly, and her aura was exposed while she was dodging.
She shook her hands, watched the area turn yellow, and decided not to hide anymore.
The dark book was held in her arms, unable to move. Before the Demon King could get excited after catching Ye Qiao's breath, he shot at the book in her arms.
There was nothing strange about a book, but the black book exuded a strong sense of malice, and even he, who was used to seeing evil weapons, couldn't help but frown.
"Dark book?" He quickly identified the origin of the book.
The Demon King felt that something was not right with the development of the situation.
Previously, when he was in the Demon Palace, the Demon Lord had tentatively asked about the whereabouts of the Dark Book.
Moreover, the two spiritual weapons recognized their masters, and they also confirmed the news that they were the Hanguang Shovel and the Pure World Lotus, and did not mention the matter of the dark book at all.
Regardless of Xie Chuxue's guess or the implications of other people's words, the spiritual weapon of the Sword-Asking Sect could not be taken out by anyone.
It is impossible to be conquered.
So what's in her arms?
Ye Qiao's sudden action gave him a bad feeling.
The monster had a strong ability to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. For a moment he even had the urge to run away. He stared at the dark book, subconsciously wanting to tear this uncertain factor into pieces.
Seeing the Demon King rushing up, Ye Qiao was always ready to take the attack. At the same time, he whispered to An Shu, "It's already this time, why don't you acknowledge me?"
"Why should I recognize you?" An Shu sneered.
Although he didn't want to see Ye Qiao die since she could replenish his energy at any time, it was also a good thing for him that both she and the Demon King were injured.
After being suppressed by the Wenjian Sect for a thousand years, Anshu extremely hates these righteous ways.
"Okay, okay." Ye Qiao didn't care about his ill intentions, "Then help me take the Tribulation."
"That's all you have left to do anyway."
As time went by, the Demon King was unable to leave the territory, which made him go crazy. A huge wind-shaped demonic energy spun wildly in front of him.
Regardless of the consequences, he wanted to tear apart everything that stood in his way.
Ye Qiao couldn't avoid this speed, so she blocked the dark book in front of her, determined to let it die. In Ye Qiao's understanding, since the spiritual weapon couldn't be successfully contracted, it had to die, which just happened to help the Sword-Asking Sect solve this big problem.
An Shu screamed, "Ahhh Ye Qiao!!"
"You can't do that."
She looked calm and put her hand on the book. "Do you admit it?"
Seeing the attack coming towards his face, An Shu screamed: "Recognize, recognize, recognize!!"
Ye Qiao immediately pressed his hand on the page of the book, a magic circle rose, and the contract was concluded.
The secret book recognizes the master.
The whole process was done in one go, but compared to the heartwarming scene of recognizing her master, she was covered in blood, which looked more like a murder scene.
It was only after he successfully recognized his master that Anshu vaguely realized her intentions. She was forcing him to bow his head.
This kind of slash that can break the void, it has no ability to counterattack and the only way to go is to cooperate with Ye Qiao.
Therefore, it brought itself to see the Demon King, not only to stop those monsters from self-destructing, but also to force itself to recognize its master.
These damn idiots are the right way.
And now was not the time for the Dark Book to blame the heaven and the earth. The blood and power that Ye Qiao had previously shed allowed it to quickly recover its strength. The moment the huge contract was reached, she opened the book, and countless black threads flew from the pages and spread out, rushing madly towards the Demon King.
The Demon King paused in his attack for a moment, as he knew the peculiarity of the Dark Book.
That was a disgusting thing that no spiritual weapon could compare to.
If you are not careful and get caught by a silk thread, you can be completely controlled.
He carefully handled the silk threads coming from all directions. At the same time, demonic energy burst out from his other hand. Without the resistance of talismans and sword spirits, he hit Ye Qiao's abdomen with a swift, fierce and accurate move.
The dark book in her arms was also hit, with countless fragments flying around.
Ye Qiao spilled blood on the pages of the book, and the dark book, which was almost broken into powder, healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
As long as the blood demand can be replenished anytime and anywhere, the dark book itself is like a perpetual motion machine.
After a battle, half of the field was bombed into ruins. Ye Qiao and An Shu were buried under the ruins. The light spots in the field surrounded her, repairing the wounds on her body.
There can be countless threads in the Dark Book. If one of the billions of threads sinks into the body of the Demon King, then it wins.
The blood dripping from Ye Qiao's body kept falling onto the pages of the book, ready for Anshu to drink it all at once.
She bit the blood-restoring pill into pieces to replenish her missing blood. Before they left, the peak masters were very generous and gave them all kinds of pills.
It was as if they were gone forever.
Considering how poor the Changming Sect was, Ye Qiao guessed that they had emptied their pockets completely.
The elixir continued to repair the wounds on his body. Ye Qiao tore up the earth-escaping talisman and quickly left the ruins that had just buried him. The Demon King's blow fell on the ruins. It was obvious that he did not believe that Ye Qiao would be killed by him.
This personally-taught physical skill has some familiar elements from the dragon clan in it, and it is very effective in surviving attacks.
He only hit Ye Qiao twice during the whole process, and he felt that twice was not enough to solve this big trouble.
With a gloomy face, he kept searching for Ye Qiao's scent.
There was no point in hiding for Ye Qiao. Four spirit swords hovered in her palms. The snow-white sword light brought her to the state of unity between man and sword. The sword energy was like a violent storm, slashing towards the demon queen.
The Feixian Sword that is known for becoming stronger when facing a stronger opponent.
The Demon King turned around and grabbed the magic sword. The next second, a dazzling sword light burst out. With the center of the sword as the anchor point, Ye Qiao raised his eyebrows and turned his waist to chop at his waist. The sword light slashed straight out, and the dazzling sword light was unobstructed.
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