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

However, that was not the woman Xiao Wuyou was familiar with, the one who was always dignified and elegant, who enjoyed teasing him, and who was as beautiful as a butterfly.

Instead, she was a witch covered in blood, with eyes like the abyss.

In the night of dream, the devil fell.

At this time, a group of figures floated over from a distance. The monks from Hongfen Valley brought Xiao Wuyou Shanshan, who was covered in blood, and they could not help but be terrified by what they saw.

Without saying a word, Zhang Caiwei and others immediately formed a formation and prepared for a decisive battle.

Xiao Wuyou fully understood their actions.

The fall of the devil is not a simple case of going astray, but a loss of control of the magic power, and the mind is completely devoured by the devil energy. No panacea or immortal magic can save it. Even if the seven sects of the devil are eager for power, they can only cultivate their magic power to the level before the fall of the devil, and dare not go beyond it.

What is the meaning of power when you are no longer yourself?

"Senior Brother Xiao, no matter who she was before, she is no longer that person now." Zhang Caiwei said heavily.

Xiao Wuyou in the prophecy gritted his teeth and could only say with difficulty: "Let me do it."

The monks of Red Maple Valley looked at each other, and seeing the sorrowful looks in their eyes, they had no choice but to do as he wished.

Ye Qingmeng, who had fallen into the evil spirit, only had murderous intent in his eyes even when he looked at Xiao Wuyou.

Xiao Wuyou was also exhausted at this moment. Facing the fallen Ye Qingmeng, he was no match for her. However, he relied on his crazy fighting method of exchanging injuries for injuries, and with the help of the monks from the Red Maple Valley,

But just as the two of them collided with each other with all their might once again, a trace of clarity returned to Ye Qingmeng's eyes, which had been stained by demonic energy.

Ye Qingmeng's palm strike missed, but he was hit by the sword blade and his body was pierced.

The blood dyed the hair that should have been as black as ink red.

The sun rises and the dawn breaks.

But Ye Qingmeng could no longer wait.

Before the first ray of golden morning light fell, Ye Qingmeng gently stroked Xiao Wuyou's cheek and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"I'm sorry... I made things difficult for you in the end..."

The prophecy ends here.

Xiao Wuyou was so upset that his face was filled with black lines and he felt terrible.

Perhaps it was because he had already taken advantage of the three sons of luck, so his life was quite tough and he was able to survive even when facing the leader of the Blood Prison Sect.

But why did Ye Qingmeng die? !

You know, in the previous prophecy, Ye Qingmeng had the possibility of becoming the Demon Emperor, so how come he was killed by himself now? !

It was as if I had killed her.

Xiao Wuyou already felt a little guilty about hiding his identity from Ye Qingmeng. On top of that, he was taking advantage of her and was also attracted to her. He felt extremely guilty at the moment.

However, the prophetic picture is just a prophetic picture after all, and it is never a predetermined destiny.

There are two things that threaten Ye Qingmeng.

One is the Blood Hell Sect. Without any help from other forces, Ye Qingmeng will definitely not be able to defeat the leader of the Blood Hell Sect unless he is defeated by the devil.

But Ye Qingmeng fell into the devil, and the second thing that followed was the righteous killing. Even if he decided to abandon everything and accompany her all the way to the end, Ye Qingmeng, who fell into the devil, even lost her self-awareness, which was more painful than death.

The four major righteous sects will not let go of a single fallen demon cultivator.

"So I need a method to ensure that Ye Qingmeng does not fall into evil and can defeat the leader of the Blood Hell Sect." As an old hand at observing prophecy scenes, Xiao Wuyou's thoughts became clear at once.

The first thing Xiao Wuyou thought of was the Nether Sword. Now that his pink luck had been consumed too much, he could no longer use his full strength to strike the sword.

The Nether Sword is the best choice.

But the artifact corresponding to the Nether Sword has not been found yet.

Moreover, the Blood Prison Sect has a large number of people and strong forces. Although it is not shown in the prophecy picture, I think those small and medium-sized people will also be a big trouble.

......wrong.

After all, I just wanted to protect Ye Qingmeng.

There is no need to confront the leader of the Blood Hell Sect head-on. After all, as long as Ye Qingmeng does not fall into evil and is not killed by the leader of the Blood Hell Sect, it will be enough!

Xiao Wuyou suddenly had an idea.

Chapter 51: The Nether Ring

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There is a deep and cold pool under the Meiying Pavilion. This is a treasure land left behind by a demon cultivator who has transformed into a god. It gathers negative energy and resentment, which is helpful for practicing the Nine Nether Mysterious Heaven Technique. It is also the place where Ye Qingmeng usually practices.

In the center of the cold pond, there is a raised platform, on top of which quietly lies a dark, ancient, exquisite and cold ring.

Although he didn't know the name of the magic ring, Ye Qingmeng called it the Netherworld Magic Ring for no reason.

Ye Qingmeng, accompanied by Xingcai, came to the edge of the pond and looked at the strange magic ring with mixed feelings.

Xingcai was sweating all over and was quite afraid of the magic ring.

"Saint Lady, do you really want to use that thing?"

"There's nothing I can do. Even if I go crazy, it's better than being caught by that old thief Li Xueyao." Ye Qingmeng shrugged helplessly.

This magic ring and the cold pond were both discovered by Ye Qingmeng by chance. In fact, the reason why he hid in the city that never sleeps was not only to refine the wronged souls of the guests, but also to use this place for cultivation.

But the Ring was too dangerous.

The last time Ye Qingmeng put on the magic ring, the skills worked efficiently, directly helping her to break through three major realms from the middle stage of the Golden Core, and even broke through the Nascent Soul. However, she lost her mind on the spot and injured several of her subordinates. It was not until Xingcai, who was one realm higher than her and in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, used his full strength to stop her.

After that, Ye Qingmeng secluded himself for a whole year before he regained his rationality.

The Netherworld Ring is a double-edged sword, filled with extremely condensed demonic energy. When borrowed for cultivation, although it can activate the magic power at a high level, it will also be corroded by the demonic energy.

"Besides, compared to the evil spirit of the Nether Sword, this Nether Ring is relatively docile. At least it won't hurt me."

There was no other way. With Ye Qingmeng's current cultivation level, if he forcibly refined too much Netherworld Sword Demonic Energy, he would probably be pierced by the sword energy on the spot. He could only rely on the Netherworld Magic Ring to resist.

Some people often think that demon cultivators have no limits and can do anything. However, they do not know that the path of demon cultivators is often a dilemma, and no matter which choice they make, it is a hardship.

Xingcai couldn't help much and could only leave a simple sentence: "I wish you success." and wait outside the basement.

Finally, Ye Qingmeng was the only one left.

She took out the Netherworld Sword from her ring, stepped off her clogs, and took off her long skirt. Her black hair was loose, and her snow-white, flawless back was as gorgeous as a butterfly's wings.

The girl's soft and slender bare feet stepped on the cold ground and stepped into the cold pool step by step.

The deep pool of water first flooded over the toes, and the bone-chilling coldness caused Ye Qingmeng to snort coldly.

This pool of water was simply a high-concentration spiritual spring mixed with a bit of demonic energy, and it was still within her tolerance range.

As the water gradually flowed over the ankles, legs, soft thighs, and the graceful and seductive curves, it finally stopped at Ye Qingmeng's dantian.

Ye Qingmeng finally arrived at the center of the cold pond, picked up the Netherworld Ring, and put it on his finger.

In an instant, a ray of purple hellfire ignited in Ye Qingmeng's hair, and the entire cold pond evaporated at a high speed.

With the Cold Pond Spirit Spring to replenish his spiritual power and the Netherworld Magic Ring to assist his magic skills, Ye Qingmeng dared to inject spiritual power into the Netherworld Sword and begin to refine it.

The black luck that Xiao Wuyou left behind was just an emergency measure after all. It was eroded by external forces and was immediately torn apart.

The next moment, a powerful force that she had never felt before came towards her.

All the cultivators in the entire City That Never Sleeps, regardless of their level of cultivation, felt as if their hearts were being gripped by some demon and almost stopped beating.

It was only a moment, but it made them panic.

"There is the breath of a powerful demon!"

"Didn't Red Maple Valley have a conflict with the Blood Prison Sect before? Could there be a powerful person from the Blood Prison Sect?!"

"Damn it, I just got here, first the Black Butterfly Oiran retired, and then I ran into the Demonic Path, what a joke!"

The monks in the City That Never Sleeps were already nervous because of the previous conflict between good and evil in the Wanhua Pavilion, and they were even more panicked at this moment.

In the courtyard of an elegant restaurant, the Zhang family sisters who were playing chess suddenly changed their expressions at the same time.

As Nascent Soul cultivators, they could better appreciate the horror of that aura just now.

"Big Sister, a cultivator from the demonic sect has made a breakthrough, and his level of cultivation is not low!" Zhang Huaiyu shuddered, with cold sweat on his forehead.

"Should we go and take a look?" Although a little uneasy, Zhang Huaiyu still bravely asked.

But Zhang Caiwei turned her down with a stern look on her face. "Absolutely not."

"I'm afraid that a demon elder has come in person. It's beyond our ability to handle." Zhang Caiwei bit her lip and closed her eyes unwillingly: "Notify the sisters to retreat."

Unlike her younger junior sisters, Zhang Caiwei was knowledgeable and experienced, and clearly realized that the aura just now had reached the limit of the Nascent Soul Stage.

It was not known whether he was practicing or performing a secret technique, but it was just a breath that leaked out temporarily. His own strength was only stronger than that breath.

No matter how much she hated evil, she had to recognize the strength and detect it. Even for the sake of her fellow apprentice sisters, Zhang Caiwei did not dare to act rashly and had to return to the sect to report the matter first.

Seeing Zhang Huaiyu's unwilling expression, Zhang Caiwei added: "However, we can send someone to find out first, so that we can have an explanation."

Zhang Huaiyu nodded, and his expression looked better.

As soon as the two stood up, they saw a figure leaping towards them from the direction of the demonic aura!

The two sisters thought that the magic master was coming to attack them, and they immediately became nervous as if they were facing a powerful enemy.

When I took a closer look, I found that the man was dressed in flowing white clothes and had a face as gentle as jade. He was not a master of magic at all.

"Senior Brother Xiao?!" After recognizing who was coming, Zhang Caiwei's worry turned into joy, and she felt much more at ease.

"Brother Xiao, are you here also because of the terrifying demonic aura just now?!" Without waiting for Xiao Wuyou to speak, Zhang Caiwei rushed over and asked.

Xiao Wuyou was stunned for a moment before he reacted: "No...it's worthy of being Cui Feng's true disciple!"

"As expected! Senior Brother Xiao, do you know anything about that great demon master?"

Xiao Wuyou came here to trick Red Maple Valley into helping fight against the Blood Prison Sect, and even made up a reason for it. He didn't expect the other party to keep asking questions right from the start, and his mind was a little confused for a while: "I know a little bit."

"Then I guess Senior Brother Xiao must have a solution!" Zhang Caiwei smiled a warm smile that shone like the morning sun, dazzling Xiao Wuyou so much that he couldn't open his eyes.

Looking at the little yellow-haired girl next to him, her eyes were already sparkling with admiration.

"Well, I do have a plan. But it still requires some preparation."

"Ready? No problem. As long as Senior Brother Xiao asks, we in Red Maple Valley will definitely lend you a helping hand!"

Zhang Caiwei raised her little fist, and the fighting spirit in her eyes was rekindled.

In her opinion, since Xiao Wuyou dared to say so, he must have been prepared!

The chief of the Juejian Sect was actually able to play with several geniuses of the Demonic Path in the palm of his hand by himself. Now with the cooperation of so many cultivators from the Red Maple Valley, with his strength, he may be able to deal with even the elders of the Demonic Path!

Xiao Wuyou was embarrassed by Zhang Caiwei: "That being said, this matter is extremely dangerous, you must think carefully!"

"No need to think about it!" Zhang Caiwei came up, held Xiao Wuyou's shoulders, looked straight at him, and said with a righteous face: "How can I, the Red Maple Valley, be afraid of death? Today, I am willing to follow Senior Brother Xiao and crush those evil cultivators to ashes!"

...That's not necessary. Xiao Wuyou complained in his heart.

Chapter 52 The Night is Long

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The sun sets and the sky darkens.

Since this afternoon, after an extremely terrifying demonic energy erupted, most cultivators, except for a few who were not afraid of death, have fled the City That Never Sleeps to avoid being dragged into the hands of the devil.

Xiao Wuyou also took Song Dugu and a group of Red Maple Valley monks and hid in a restaurant not far from Wanhua Pavilion, waiting for the opportunity.

The time shown in the prophecy screen will not exceed one or two days at most. Even if you don't know when the Blood Hell Gate will attack, you just need to wait at the place shown in the prophecy screen in advance.

But Xiao Wuyou had a clear idea in his mind, while the monks from the Red Maple Valley were vaguely uneasy.

No matter how much they admired Xiao Wuyou, they had no idea the reason behind the plan. They didn't know who the enemy was, and they didn't know whether they could be defeated. When they thought about the terrifying demonic energy in the afternoon, the girls naturally felt uneasy.

In the suite of the restaurant, Xiao Wuyou and Zhang Caiwei were drinking tea and discussing Taoism. Zhang Huaiyu did not dare to disturb them, so he found another swordsman who was standing proudly on the roof of the restaurant.

"Hey, Mr. Song, you should know a lot about Senior Brother Xiao's strategies, right?" Zhang Huaiyu and Song Dugu were old acquaintances and there was no talk of family connection between them.

But the man in cloth, leaning against the moonlight, glanced at her and smiled coldly: "Oh, stupid woman!"

"You!" Zhang Huaiyu was furious.

"I don't know either!"

Zhang Huaiyu was stunned and immediately yelled, "Don't you know why you are so arrogant?"

"but!"