I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

Xiao Wuyou glanced at him and said, "With this magic sword in front of you, don't you want to give it a try?"

"I want to follow my own sword path. I have no intention of pursuing other magic swords." Song Dugu straightened his face and said persistently.

Zhang Caiwei, who had finished her search, left the three ragged demon masters aside and followed the two men. Facing the overwhelming demonic energy, she could not help but frown: "This thing is too dangerous. If it is left outside, the consequences will be disastrous."

Xiao Wuyou couldn't help but become a little more alert when he heard this.

Could it be that Red Maple Valley has set its sights on the Netherworld Sword?

In previous online novels, immortal cultivators always fought for rare treasures, and even killed their own disciples. Could it be that Zhang Caiwei was also bewitched by the Nether Sword?

This matter has nothing to do with the prophecy, it is entirely a problem of the cultivator himself, which makes Xiao Wuyou a little overwhelmed. During the cautious period, he first refined his luck and prepared to take action. Xiao Wuyou then turned to Zhang Caiwei and said, "Is Cui Feng Zhenchuan interested in this thing?"

"How could it be?!" Zhang Caiwei was shocked when she heard this and waved her hands repeatedly.

"Not to mention that we don't practice swordsmanship, this battle is only thanks to Senior Brother Xiao, so that we can capture all these geniuses of the magic path! Senior Brother Xiao has been planning the Netherworld Sword for a long time, and he is the best person to keep it!" Zhang Caiwei lowered her head in fear and trepidation, not daring to offend at all.

Seeing that there was no objection, Xiao Wuyou stepped forward generously and placed one hand on the hilt of the Netherworld Sword.

"Is that guy crazy?!" Podao was originally a sword cultivator, and he just witnessed Heifeng and Li Muxue dying from the Netherworld Sword one after another. At this time, he was extremely shocked to see Xiao Wuyou walking forward so casually.

"Huh, how can you see through my senior brother?" Song Dugu glanced at Podao as if he was looking at an ignorant kid.

Now without the corresponding artifact blessing, Xiao Wuyou still couldn't fully control the Nether Sword. The moment he touched the Nether Sword, he was engulfed by a fierce and incomparable magic sword energy.

However, when the sword energy hit Xiao Wuyou, it was swallowed up by the endless dark luck in his body, like a stone falling into the sea, hardly causing a ripple.

Everyone sensed how dangerous that attack was, and even instinctively prepared themselves for defense, but they saw Xiao Wuyou simply picked up the Netherworld Sword, and everything before their eyes seemed so magical.

Podao swallowed his saliva and looked at each other with Prince of Hundred Ghosts and One-armed Rakshasa. He was just glad that he had knelt down and begged for mercy instead of choosing to confront head-on.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother, the Netherworld Sword has recognized its master!" Song Dugu was the first to congratulate.

But Xiao Wuyou was calm and composed, neither sad nor happy: "It doesn't count as recognition of the master. I just temporarily sealed the sword energy of the Nether Sword so that it would be easier to take it back."

Although Xiao Wuyou seemed to be in the limelight for suppressing the Netherworld Sword with ease in the eyes of others, he was actually heartbroken.

Consuming all the dark luck could only temporarily block the Nether Sword's energy from leaking out, but it could not truly control the Nether Sword.

Moreover, the artifact corresponding to the Nether Sword has not been found yet, so this thing is like a hot potato in your hand. After the effect of the dark luck is used up, the Nether Sword will still release sword energy indiscriminately to anyone around it.

I can't use up my black luck again by then, right? I can't be that generous!

Xiao Wuyou made up his mind to deal with the prophecy scene as soon as possible. Once he returned, he would throw this hot potato to the Great Elder and let him worry about how to deal with it.

"Thank you for your hard work, but I still have some trivial matters to deal with, so I will leave you for now." Xiao Wuyou bowed to everyone in Red Maple Valley, and then instructed Song Dugu: "You can stay in the city and have fun these few days. I will contact you before you leave."

"Yes, sir."

"Brother Xiao, if you have anything to ask of me, please feel free to tell me."

Song Dugu and Zhang Caiwei each nodded in agreement.

After explaining everything to the two of them, Xiao Wuyou put away the Netherworld Sword and rushed out of the ancient tomb.

Chapter 40 He is the only one

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Amid the continuous rain, Ye Qingmeng, with the help of Xingcai, finally escaped back to Meiying Pavilion.

"Saint Lady?"

Several demon maids who were cleaning the courtyard were shocked when they saw this and hurried forward to take Ye Qingmeng.

In their impression, whether as the courtesan Black Butterfly or the Saint of Demonic Path, Ye Qingmeng had never been so embarrassed.

But what worried them more than the injuries was Ye Qingmeng's haggard and distracted appearance.

No matter how desperate the situation was in the past, Ye Qingmeng always raised the corners of her mouth, as if no matter how much suffering and despair there was, it was not worth mentioning in front of her.

This was the first time they saw Ye Qingmeng so haggard, and they couldn't help but feel worried.

"Let's settle the Saint first."

After Xingcai's scolding, the maids realized the priorities of the matter and quickly brought Ye Qingmeng to the house and settled her down. Only then did they have time to ask Xingcai in detail about what had happened.

"Blood Demon Secret Talisman?! Is Li Muxue crazy?!"

"But the Saint Lady was able to force the young master of the Blood Prison Sect to sacrifice the Blood Demon Secret Talisman. She is truly amazing!"

"But what about Lu Renjia?"

Only then did they bother to ask about Lu Renjia's whereabouts.

After spending a few days together, they also developed a favorable impression of Lu Renjia, and were even more happy for the love of their own Saint Lady.

However, even if Xingcai didn't say anything, they could vaguely guess the answer.

Xingcai avoided the maids' sight, lowered her head and sighed deeply.

"Somehow, the Red Maple Valley also knew about the Demonic Tomb. Lu Renjia took the initiative to stay there to cover the Saint Lady. I'm afraid that..."

Xingcai's voice choked up and she couldn't bear to continue.

To be honest, she has always had some prejudice against Lu Renjia.

His origin is unknown, he speaks sweet words, and his appearance is average, he looks suspicious no matter how you look at him.

Maybe he is a pretty good cultivator outside, but he is far from being worthy of Ye Qingmeng. Especially in terms of character, Xingcai had long suspected that Lu Renjia was an insider sent by other demon sects or even Red Maple Valley.

However, Xiao Wuyou broke her prejudice time and time again, and even died alone for Ye Qingmeng at the critical moment.

"Oh, I wronged him! If only I had stayed at that time..." Thinking of this, Xingcai's eyes also turned red.

Upon hearing this, the maids looked into the house worriedly, their faces full of melancholy.

Even Xingcai was so sad, so it was understandable that Ye Qingmeng, who had always had a good impression of Lu Renjia, would be so heartbroken.

Sitting on the bed, Ye Qingmeng stared blankly out the window at the dark clouds, but suddenly said: "The person is gone, and it is irreversible."

Xingcai was immediately startled by these words, and hurried into the house and came to the window: "Lady Saint, please don't let this get you down!"

"Can't figure it out? No, I've already thought about it?" Ye Qingmeng turned around and revealed a sinister and suppressed smile. The evil energy on his body could not stop floating out, which was frightening.

"Li Muxue, one day, I will wipe out his entire family......"

At this moment, Ye Qingmeng's ferocious expression disappeared like melting spring snow.

Then, she turned back stiffly, suddenly got out of bed, dragged her tired body, and ran out of the house barefoot, ignoring the obstruction of the maids.

Xingcai and others thought that Ye Qingmeng had developed a mental demon, and hurriedly chased after her.

However, when they arrived at the courtyard, they understood why Ye Qingmeng suddenly became excited.

Just because in the distance there is that familiar figure in white and that smile as faint as smoke.

Although his white clothes were tattered and his body was covered with blood, which was enough to prove that he had experienced a fierce battle, there was no doubt that he was still alive!

Ye Qingmeng broke through the biting cold rain and hugged Xiao Wuyou in her arms.

"You are still alive?!" Ye Qingmeng couldn't believe it.

"Are you worried about me?" Xiao Wuyou joked.

Ye Qingmeng hugged him tightly, pulling the wound and causing Xiao Wuyou to gasp in pain.

"I'm glad you're back..." Ye Qingmeng let go of Xiao Wuyou, and seemed to be trying her best to raise the corners of her mouth, but the corners of her mouth covered with raindrops were so heartbreaking.

Xiao Wuyou only felt a sharp pain in his heart and felt a little guilty for deceiving Ye Qingmeng.

After all, he wasn't in any danger at all, and even without the sword energy that protected him, he had these injuries all by himself. Although he looked quite embarrassed, they were actually just superficial wounds.

Ye Qingmeng let out a long breath, wiped her eyes, and finally regained some spirit.

"But how did you survive against Cui Feng and Zang Yue?"

Xiao Wuyou was afraid that the other party would notice something strange, so he quickly said the lines he had rehearsed in advance: "Well, it's like this, Li's tomb blood ignited the blood essence and created chaos, so I found a chance to save my life."

Although Xiao Wuyou said it very easily, Ye Qingmeng's heart trembled again when he heard it.

Igniting the essence and blood means fighting to the death. How intense must the battle be to force Li Muxue to this point?

He said it lightly, just because he didn't want me to worry, right?

Ye Qingmeng's heart was filled with warmth and bitterness at the same time.

"By the way, I have another surprise." Xiao Wuyou said, taking out the Netherworld Sword from the storage ring.

Seeing the familiar black sword, Xingcai and Ye Qingmeng were both stunned.

It was a blessing to be able to come back alive. Ye Qingmeng didn't even dare to hope that Xiao Wuyou could bring back the Netherworld Sword!

There were so many surprises at once that Ye Qingmeng even felt a little dizzy.

Seeing Ye Qingmeng frozen in place, Xiao Wuyou placed the Nether Sword in Ye Qingmeng's arms and said jokingly, "Aren't you determined to get the Nether Sword? Why are you unhappy now?"

Just as Xiao Wuyou said, the Netherworld Sword was Ye Qingmeng's only hope to break through to the God Transformation stage. At that time, he even planned to risk his life to snatch the Netherworld Sword.

But now that he held this magic treasure in his hands and saw Xiao Wuyou's shocking scars, Ye Qingmeng was overwhelmed by guilt. He could not help but get furious and threw this divine sword, which was coveted by countless forces, to the ground like scrap metal.

"You almost lost your life because of this!" Ye Qingmeng stared at Xiao Wuyou with a hoarse voice.

Xiao Wuyou picked up the Nether Sword, but shook his head and looked directly into the girl's purple eyes. "I'm not doing this for this, I'm doing this for you."

I, to this person...

".......Next time, don't do that again."

"I can't promise. I'd do it any number of times for you."

Just as Ye Qingmeng frowned, she heard Xiao Wuyou swear: "Of course, no matter how many times, I will be safe and sound like this time."

Ye Qingmeng's cheeks became hot and her chest was beating wildly as she was stared at with such sincere eyes.

She was very smart and knew what was going on just by experiencing it for the first time.

It turned out to be the case.

Before, she just thought that this man was a good one and it might be nice to have him as a male concubine or bed partner.

But now, she has come to her senses.

I can't live without him in this life.

It was at this moment that the prophetic image in Xiao Wuyou's mind disappeared, and he took on the black aura emanating from the girl.

Chapter 41 Xingcai's Request

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The black luck was replenished, the prophecy picture changed, and even the Netherworld Sword was obtained.

Not to mention the many gains from this trip, what Xiao Wuyou did not expect was that Ye Qingmeng actually cared about him so much, and his heart felt warm for a moment.

However, at this moment, the girl's body softened and she fell forward like a puppet whose strings had suddenly been cut.

Xiao Wuyou quickly reached out and held Ye Qingmeng in his arms.

"Lady Saint?!" Xingcai and others exclaimed and rushed over.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired." Ye Qingmeng forced out a somewhat pale smile.

But how can this fool Xiao Wuyou?

Xiao Wuyou hugged the girl in his arms and could clearly feel the coldness of her skin. His body trembled uncontrollably.

Rain? Come on, how could a demon cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage be afraid of rain?

"The side effects of your magic power?" This was the first thing Xiao Wuyou thought of.

"What kind of magic skill has no side effects? Magic cultivation is still magic cultivation after all." Ye Qingmeng shook his head and sighed, laughing at himself.

"But it's worth it if I can get your concern in return?" Ye Qingmeng no longer forced herself and threw herself directly on Xiao Wuyou's chest.

The girl's clothes were already thin to begin with, and now they were wet by the rain, outlining her provocative and hot figure. Then she looked at him with her eyes full of raindrops and full of affection, which made Xiao Wuyou lose his composure for a moment.

Xiao Wuyou is not stupid. Compared with Yan'er and Xiaoyu, Ye Qingmeng is more direct and never hides the obvious affection in his eyes.

"Why do you have to do this? I've always cared about you." Xiao Wuyou finally squeezed out a few words from his dry throat.

"Oh, could you please take me back to the house?" Ye Qingmeng hugged Xiao Wuyou's neck and gave her heart and soul to him completely.

"Of course I would."

Amid the excited voices of the maids, Xiao Wuyou picked up the beauty in his arms.

However, at the moment when he sent Ye Qingmeng back to the house, he caught a glimpse of Xingcai out of the corner of his eye, and she looked like she wanted to say something but hesitated.