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

Li Xueyao didn't even have time to see clearly what it was before he discovered that the red barrier was shattered into pieces by this extremely terrifying force!

He didn't dare to move and didn't know what to do.

When the sword light gradually dissipated and the night sky returned to tranquility, Li Xueyao swallowed his saliva and regained his consciousness.

He felt a sharp pain and found that his left arm had disappeared. Looking back, he found that the towering mountains outside the City That Never Sleeps had disappeared, leaving only half of the hillside left alone.

At that moment, Li Xueyao's whole body was filled with demonic energy that was surging and he almost lost control.

There is no doubt that it is the Sword Immortal's trump card!

I had been tricked by Xiao Wuyou from the very beginning, and he had plotted against me just for the purpose of delivering this fatal blow!

The more Li Xueyao thought about it, the more scared he became. Looking at the two people snuggling together in the distance, he didn't dare to take another step forward.

Ye Qingmeng looked into the distance and realized how terrifying the attack just now was, and he couldn't help but shudder.

But when Xiao Wuyou held her hand, with their fingers connected to each other's hearts, this trembling turned into an unprecedented sense of security.

"As long as I'm here, no one will hurt you. So, there's no need to sacrifice yourself for power anymore." Xiao Wuyou whispered softly, stroking the girl's trembling fingertips, and even holding the dark magic ring.

At this point, Ye Qingmeng finally breathed a sigh of relief. The loneliness, grievance, grief, forbearance, unwillingness, and despair that she had always felt turned into tears that could no longer be stopped from falling.

As the dark aura from the girl floated into Xiao Wuyou's body, the image in Xiao Wuyou's mind that foreshadowed the girl's fall from the devil gradually dimmed.

Xiao Wuyou was feeling the dark luck filling his body when he saw the Netherworld Magic Ring suddenly flash a dazzling light.

That was not the dark evil aura that Xiao Wuyou was familiar with, but a more beautiful, gorgeous and dazzling purple light like crystal.

As if resonating with the purple light, the dark demonic energy in Xiao Wuyou's body was also dyed into the same gorgeous dark purple.

Li Xueyao couldn't help but feel anxious when he saw the strange purple light.

It wasn't enough for that young man to use the sword fairy's trump card to cut off his arm, he actually wanted to use the magic ring to kill him? !

Li Xueyao didn't dare to admit it, but he was very aware that he would most likely die at the hands of this junior!

Li Xueyao, who had lost one arm, raised the Netherworld Sword high, pushed with his thumb, and the magic sword came out of its sheath.

The monstrous demonic energy burst out from the demonic sword!

"Little boy, I was just careless for a moment. You won't have a second chance!"

Chapter 58: Mental Collapse

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The moment the Nether Sword was unsheathed, it released circular sword energy indiscriminately in all directions, like a dark typhoon, destroying everything around it.

If an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator faced this evil energy head-on, he would probably die with hatred on the spot.

But Li Xueyao was still a powerful man in the Spirit Transformation Stage, worthy of the name of the Crimson Demon Lord. He shouted loudly, condensed the demonic energy, and withstood the power of the Netherworld Sword head-on, and then forcibly injected spiritual power into it!

For a moment, the Netherworld Sword trembled constantly, as if it was unwilling.

As a demon cultivator, Li Xueyao collected many magic weapons throughout his life, and often robbed other people's magic weapons. However, he never thought that there would be such a rebellious magic weapon in the world, which was obviously ownerless but refused to submit to him, just like a wild dragon trapped at the bottom of a mountain with chains on its body.

However, Li Xueyao did not need to make the Netherworld Sword recognize its master. He just wanted to borrow a trace of the Netherworld Sword's power.

At the same time, the righteous and evil monks who were stranded in the Wanhua Pavilion finally arrived. Looking at the Crimson Demon Lord holding up the magic sword, they were all terrified.

The Blood Prison Sect has a large number of people and strong forces, while the righteous side has more Nascent Soul cultivators. They are evenly matched in strength, and both sides are restraining each other, and no one dares to act rashly.

They all understood that the battle between Li Xueyao and Xiao Wuyou would determine the outcome of this conflict.

"Mr. Song, does Senior Brother Xiao have any other cards?!" Zhang Huaiyu asked Song Dugu anxiously.

But the latter stared at the sky and answered irrelevantly: "Senior Brother Xiao has three magic swords, so he may not lose."

The implication is that he doesn't know either.

When the cultivators of Red Maple Valley heard this, their hearts sank to the bottom of the valley.

The stunning sword strike just now was probably the Juejian Sect's secret weapon. Xiao Wuyou had the confidence to challenge the great god of transformation. There would never be another one like him.

Now that Li Xueyao has withstood that sword and controlled the Netherworld Sword, does Xiao Wuyou really have a chance of winning?

Under the night sky, the red thunder, carrying with it the dark demonic energy, gradually merged into one, transforming into a terrifying black thunder python, hovering over the city that never sleeps.

Because Li Xueyao forcefully used the Netherworld Sword, he was corroded by evil spirits and his seven orifices could not stop bleeding, but he burst into laughter instead.

Since becoming a god, he has never felt such powerful strength, and his heart can't help but surge!

This is just a magic sword, one of the opportunities for the Demon Emperor. If he can take away the magic ring and possess the Yin Yuan of the Xuan Yin body, it is not impossible to rival the Demon Emperor!

Unfortunately, such a powerful force can only be used by a junior.

"Little ghost, you should feel honored to die at the hands of the peerless magic sword!"

Li Xueyao raised the magic sword high and swung it down.

Red thunder roared for nine days, black wind raged, and the black thunder python bared its fangs, like a peerless ferocious beast that could devour the sky and destroy the sun. The aftermath alone was enough to uproot the buildings in the city that never sleeps, reducing them to ashes.

Just as Li Xueyao had expected, Xiao Wuyou couldn't even escape as he was swallowed by the Black Thunder Python, like a stone sinking to the bottom of the sea without causing a single ripple.

For a moment, the demons cheered, and the Hell-Blood Demon Cultivators all shouted wildly for the Demon Lord's sword.

Zhang Caiwei, Song Dugu and the others just stood there with deathly pale faces.

Li Xueyao looked down, not even bothering to attack those righteous youngsters, but unexpectedly, the Netherworld Sword suddenly trembled violently.

At the same time, the giant black thunder python was torn open by an inexplicable force!

Before Li Xueyao could even react, he felt a powerful force burst out from the Netherworld Sword, like a ferocious beast rushing towards its partner regardless of everything, extremely manic!

Looking carefully, Li Xueyao couldn't understand why Xiao Wuyou and Ye Qingmeng were both unharmed. He couldn't believe that Xiao Wuyou actually stretched out his hand to him, as if pulling the magic sword!

Only Xiao Wuyou can see the luck that protects the body and the luck that pulls the Netherworld Sword.

So to outsiders, it seemed that Xiao Wuyou didn't even release his spiritual power, he just waved his hand casually and caused all this.

"Senior Brother Xiao does have a way!" Zhang Caiwei, who had been silent and uneasy, saw this and shouted excitedly.

"Come on, Senior Brother Xiao!"

Under her leadership, all the monks from the Red Maple Valley raised their fists and cheered for Xiao Wuyou!

"Tsk tsk, he is indeed the chief of Juejian Sect, and he is very popular with little junior sister." Ye Qingmeng chuckled in Xiao Wuyou's ear.

Being teased like this, Xiao Wuyou looked away in embarrassment.

Li Xueyao was sweating profusely and bleeding from all his seven orifices while trying to snatch the Netherworld Sword, but when he saw that the young man opposite him was still thinking about chatting and joking with Ye Qingmeng, he couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry, and used all his strength to pull it back!

Finally, he pulled back a little bit of the Nether Sword!

"Do you think you can snatch the treasure from me?!" Li Xueyao roared.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Wuyou reached out and grabbed it casually.

The Netherworld Sword burst out with a burst of demonic light that directly shattered Li Xueyao's only remaining left arm, then flew straight into Xiao Wuyou's hand and landed steadily in his hand.

Xiao Wuyou tightly grasped the magic sword and glanced at Li Xueyao calmly: "What do you mean by stealing treasure? The Netherworld Sword has never been and will never belong to you."

"No!!!"

Li Xueyao couldn't accept it.

After enduring for many years just to steal the opportunity hidden by the Demon Emperor, the Blood Prison Sect was seriously injured, and was intercepted by the Sword Immortal. Moreover, he was defeated by a junior in front of everyone. How could Li Xueyao accept it? !

This has become his inner demon.

If Xiao Wuyou is not torn into pieces, sooner or later, he will go crazy!

Just like Ye Qingmeng just now, a trace of bloody demonic energy could not stop emanating from Li Xueyao's body.

"Master, do you need our help?!" Xue Ming, the last Nascent Soul guardian who had been watching for a long time, couldn't help but speak out.

"Of course." Li Xueyao looked coldly at the group of Hell Blood Demon Cultivators.

The Hell Blood Demon Cultivators leaped up without hesitation and came in front of Li Xueyao.

"Master, please give me your orders...?!"

Before Xue Ming could finish his words, a sharp blood thorn came out of Li Xueyao's body and pierced through Xue Ming's heart.

Then, the blood thorns spread out in all directions like flowers, transforming into a huge net that covered the sky and penetrated all the Hell Blood Demon Cultivators present.

None of them expected that the one who killed them was not the Demon Saint, nor the Chief of the Absolute Sword Sect, but the Sect Master they served.

Seeing this, Xiao Wuyou couldn't help but sigh: "As the head of a family, why would you do this?"

"Why? What can't be sacrificed to reach the top?"

Upon hearing this, Li Xueyao smiled coldly and suddenly activated the Hell Blood Demon Art. For a moment, all the Hell Blood Demon Cultivators withered like withered flowers, and finally turned into mummies, dying in the night sky.

After paying such a huge price, and fighting against the Demon Emperor and the Sword Immortal one after another, and also carrying a demon in his heart, if he loses this battle, he will only die. It is better to risk everything here.

With the nourishment of the essence and blood of a group of Hell Blood Demon Cultivators, Li Xueyao's spiritual power surged, and he even restored his arms.

"No need for the magic sword, I will take your worthless life right now!"

Li Xueyao turned into a scarlet meteor and pounced forward regardless of everything!

At this moment, the hell-blood demonic energy accumulated in his body finally burst out, dyeing the entire night sky blood-red.

"The leader of the Blood Hell Sect, the devil has fallen!"

Ye Qingmeng's expression was extremely solemn.

Chapter 59: The True Appearance of the Nether Sword

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"Hahahahahaha, do you feel my power?!"

Li Xueyao laughed wildly at Xiao Wuyou, but he didn't realize that his skin had shattered and thick, pure, liquid hell-blood demonic energy was flowing out.

Having suffered too many setbacks and his mind becoming unstable, and having absorbed the essence and blood of a group of Hell-Blood Demon Cultivators in one breath, Li Xueyao was irreversibly headed towards the path of demonic degeneration.

Seeing this, Xiao Wuyou decisively sent Ye Qingmeng back to the ground: "You take the monks of Red Maple Valley to seek refuge first, I will be back soon."

"Don't you want a kiss before the fight?"

Xiao Wuyou, who was about to turn around, stopped and looked at Ye Qingmeng.

He could tell that the girl didn't want to make him worry, so she pretended to be calm. Her tone was relaxed and she had a smile on her face, but her eyes were filled with tears.

Xiao Wuyou smiled gently: "Give it to me when you come back. It's a deal."

Ye Qingmeng was startled, then smiled back: "It's a deal."

After Xiao Wuyou settled Ye Qingmeng down, he immediately rode his dragon back to the sky.

Ye Qingmeng, on the other hand, came to the monks of Red Maple Valley.

Ignoring the vigilant gazes of Zhang Caiwei and the others, Ye Qingmeng said solemnly: "Let's go now, otherwise we will all die if Li Xueyao strikes us!"

The attack that Li Xueyao just made that was condensed with the demonic energy of the Netherworld Sword was shocking enough. Now, the power of the demonic energy running rampant in his body has only become stronger than before.

Ye Qingmeng conservatively estimated that Li Xueyao's next attack would be enough to raze the entire City That Never Sleeps to the ground.

Zhang Caiwei and the others also understood this. In fact, the pressure of the scarlet demonic energy alone was enough to almost suffocate them, and their whole bodies became weak.

Zhang Caiwei shook her head: "We can't abandon Senior Brother Xiao."

"If Senior Brother doesn't leave, I won't leave either." Song Dugu also refused.

Ye Qingmeng snorted mercilessly: "What will happen if you stay?"

"Xiao Wuyou is going to fight the Demon Lord to a decisive battle. If you stay, you will only hinder him!"

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other.

If Li Xueyao still maintained the situation of minor fights just now, they might be able to intervene and help, even if it was just to buy a glimmer of hope for Xiao Wuyou.

But seeing that Li Xueyao had fallen into the devil's trap, he planned to decide the outcome with one move. Facing the full-strength attack of a great master in the Spirit Transformation Stage, if Xiao Wuyou was defeated, even if they attacked together, they would only lose a few more corpses.

"Walk!"

Ye Qing dreamed that everyone lowered their heads, stopped talking nonsense, and took action first.

"Let's go." Zhang Caiwei sighed unwillingly, and followed closely with a group of Red Maple Valley monks.

Above the sky, scarlet spiritual energy gathered and almost covered the moon.

The monks who had been hiding to watch the show could no longer bear it and ran away shouting and cursing.

"Damn it! The demon cultivators are really crazy. Are they planning to burn down the whole city?!"