The milk bag I picked up cannot be the villain

Chapter 62 It's New Year's Eve

Just kidding, as a Demon Lord, he not only has a name, but if his family fortune is counted, he is also considered the richest man in the three worlds.

Axiao didn't take it to heart, held the woolen thread and pulled Chenye towards Zhuju.

After arriving at Zhuju, he explained, "My spiritual power is dissipating again. After New Year's Eve, there will be a competition. I want to retreat to recover my true body and cultivate myself, otherwise I'm afraid something will happen."

There was another reason. Qiao Wan told her today that the place for the competition was in Skull Valley.

On the surface, Wangskull Valley is a place with ordinary monsters and evil spirits, suitable for disciples to experience and compete.

But when A Xiao came into the world a hundred years ago, the first place he went to was Wangskull Valley. At that time, a big demon was killed here, and Obsidian Iron was also sealed.

With the obsidian iron and her skills, she can refine a very good divine sword for Chen Ye.

Therefore, whether for the sake of the Tianxia Sect or for the sake of her absence in the future, she would try her best to keep the Tianxia Sect and get the Obsidian Iron to help Chen Ye refine his divine sword.

After all, he is so stupid, so it would be good to have a magic sword by his side.

But Axiao doesn't like to tell others about her contribution, and she always does it silently.

If Chen Ye hadn't lost his temper for no reason, she wouldn't have wanted to explain too much.

So she added, "Don't worry. It's only good for me to resume my true body practice. You have to work hard this month."

Chen Ye had no choice but to agree, but his expression remained gloomy. He was thinking that he still didn't know who A Xiao's true identity was.

Of all the monsters in the world, if someone knew their true form, it would be easy to judge their weaknesses based on their true form, so most monsters are not very good at transforming into their prototypes.

Moreover, after the prototype was discovered, people were still thinking about its attributes. At worst, they were forcibly combined to identify the master, and at worst, they were disemboweled to extract elixirs for cultivation.

So when Chenye heard A Xiao say so directly that he wanted to restore his original form, he became curious and asked unintentionally, "I don't know who the real identity of the senior sister is."

Axiao didn't care and replied directly, "Sword!"

Chen Ye was shocked.

Then there was a smile on his face.

If a demon can reveal its true identity to others, it only shows that it trusts that person.

A Xiao looked at Chen Ye inexplicably.

Axiao was the sword of the first goddess in the early prehistoric times. After the goddess savior died, she was sealed in the Hopeless Forest. It was not until the goddess's divine power slowly merged with her that she gave birth to her own consciousness.

But A Xiao didn't explain that much, otherwise she would see Chen Ye's even more shocked expression.

Just because in the prehistoric period, it was the era when gods descended. Until now, there are only immortals who ascended in the 32nd heaven, and there are no ancient gods.

A Xiao possesses ancient divine power. If it is refined and subdued by others, its power will be comparable to that of the ancient gods.

Chen Ye only thought that A Xiao was an ordinary sword spirit.

But no matter what it is, it can't cover up Chen Ye's satisfaction at this moment.

As the person A Xiao trusted the most, how could he not be happy.

So he said as obediently as before, "Don't worry, senior sister, I will protect you."

A Xiao felt that Chen Ye was talking a little strange now, and she couldn't understand it and didn't bother to think about it.

She set up a powerful spirit-gathering array in her room and set up a barrier. After returning to her room, she made a few talismans and put them on them, and the scene instantly turned into an ethereal space filled with only white mist.

Axiao sat in the middle and did not forget to bring in the half-knitted wool. She chanted in her mouth, and then her figure flashed. In the white mist, only a red dress was taken off, and a silver sword shining with white light stood upright. .

The silver sword was engraved with complex curse seals, which were in the same shape as the curses that A Xiao usually made. A red gemstone was inlaid on the hilt.

Chen Ye stood in the courtyard, feeling the spiritual power flowing continuously towards the formation, and then returning when leaving. He intertwined his hands on his chest and set up a barrier again. It was also the most vulnerable time for him to regain his true body. Chen Ye felt that I am still very confident with my barrier technique.

After packing up, he turned around and left, thinking about something in the cellar of Tianxia Sect every day.The disciples of Tianxia Sect are all practicing the mental method given by A Xiao. This mental method is pure and will make progress much faster after practicing.

No one is willing to learn skills from Qi Ting and others.

Qi Tong was not embarrassed and wandered around the Tianxia Sect leisurely every day.

Only Xie Xun was too embarrassed to go out and Qi Tong didn't want to go back, so he stayed in his room every day and practiced secretly.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and Chenye would go to the back mountain every night to try to break through the restrictions in his body. Without Axiao, no one could notice when Chenye's demonic energy was released.

Seeing that Chen Ye's cultivation had completely recovered, Lao Raccoon persuaded him to return to the Demon Palace.

But Chen Ye was thinking about when A Xiao would be released from seclusion. It had already been a month.

He asked lazily, "How is the Saint recently?"

The old raccoon bowed his head and answered, "The Holy Lady is still trying to find ways to trace you these days, and she does not allow people from other clans to compete for the throne. It seems that she has accepted that you will be fine."

Chen Ye thought about it carefully, then sneered, "Keep staring, I will go back after the cultivation competition is over!"

After saying this, Chen Ye disappeared directly from the spot.

The old raccoon dog sighed.

If the previous lord had killed him for revenge, now he is still able to live here and do whatever he wants, little junior brother.

January is coming very fast, and the disciples of Tianxia Sect are tensed up and practicing hard every day, hoping to have a better chance of winning in the competition.

Chenye walked by the martial arts training ground and saw Yuan Jiu practicing with a serious face.

Chen Ye looked at him. This boy was much stronger and stronger than before.

He was about to go to Zhuju to have a look, but he saw a brown scarf hanging around Yuan Jiu's neck.

Chenye paused and stepped forward.

Yuan Jiu's moves were fast and accurate. Chen Ye picked up a stone and threw it at Yuan Jiu, but Yuan Jiu couldn't resist being hit in the chest.

Yuan Jiu originally thought he had accomplished something, but when he was hit by Chen Ye so easily, his heart collapsed instantly.

Chenye stepped forward and looked at him sympathetically and said, "Practice more!"

So for several days, Yuan Jiu refused to rest, and the long sword in his hand was bent several times. If not for Qiao Wan's persuasion, he would have almost used up the new disciple's sword.

On New Year's Eve, Spring River City ushered in the first snow in winter.

The disciples of Tianxia Sect also take a day off to celebrate the New Year.

Because Tianxia Sect is close to the human world, many mortal customs will be followed.

So after Xie Xun finally agreed to go out, he saw the Tianxia Sect with lights and colorful decorations, and it was full of joy.

Qi Tong took him all the way to the main hall. There were various red lanterns along the way, and there were many disciples sweeping them carefully and playing with each other. It was very lively.

This was a scene neither of them had ever seen before.

The road to cultivation is long, and they have never celebrated New Year's Eve.

Also unlived was Chen Ye.

When Qi Tong arrived at the hall, the hall was full of people.

Chen Ye was among them. At this moment, he was surrounded by a group of people, holding sausages and bacon in his hands. His face was dark and red, funny and at a loss.

(End of this chapter)