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

What he didn't expect was that this time, as soon as he took out the Netherworld Sword, the latter seemed to have consciousness and directly released the terrifying sword intent.

It was not like the previous three swords that unconsciously caused strange phenomena in heaven and earth, but it was obviously conscious and independently slashed out a sword energy towards the young master.

Just when Xiao Wuyou was about to use the black luck to suppress it, the junior master was one step ahead of him. He put two fingers together and waved them.

A dazzling crescent-shaped sword light and the pitch-black sword energy collided in mid-air, causing a sword blade storm that scattered in all directions, crashed into the attic, and caused a wave of spiritual power.

Xiao Wuyou knew that if this place was not the paradise built by his junior master, it would have been destroyed to pieces just now.

However, the Netherworld Sword recognized its master, and the young master was also on guard. No matter how fierce the battle was, he was never able to touch Xiao Wuyou at all.

When the Nether Sword saw that it was no match for its opponent, it immediately unleashed its full demonic energy, bursting out into a charming and gorgeous butterfly that spread its wings in the air.

However, today's young master was much more ruthless than before.

The young master used his fingers as swords and with two casual moves, the crossed sword beams went straight through the Netherworld Butterfly. The latter, with its demonic energy fully unleashed, struggled for a moment, but it was in vain as it was torn into pieces by the extremely terrifying sword beams and finally dissipated unwillingly in the air.

The young master took the magic sword from Xiao Wuyou. He was no longer as gentle as before. He grabbed the scabbard and held it tightly. The Netherworld Sword trembled as if it had been electrocuted, and then there was no movement.

After doing all this, the girl looked quietly at the sword in her hand. Her seemingly soft and boneless little hand had red knuckles due to the force exerted.

"Junior Grandmaster? Is there something wrong with this magic sword?" Xiao Wuyou was a little confused. Logically speaking, the Seven Immortal Swords were all forged by the Junior Grandmaster and her friends back then, so why did it act as if the Netherworld Sword had offended her?

He always had an inexplicable directness. The young master seemed to be hesitating whether to destroy the Netherworld Sword.

After a long silence, the young master finally returned the Netherworld Sword.

"It's okay. The magic sword is fine, but I just remembered some unpleasant things."

"Oh." Xiao Wuyou actually wanted to complain, you didn't even care about the rise and fall of the Juejian Sect, what on earth could make you unhappy, but he held back.

Seeing that the young master is unhappy, I'd better wait until next time to commit suicide.

As usual, Xiao Wuyou brought glutinous rice balls and the best spiritual tea, but the young master seemed to be in a really bad mood and did not move.

Xiao Wuyou didn't waste any words and asked directly: "The Righteous Path Competition is coming up soon, what is your opinion on this, Junior Master?"

Although the young master never came out of seclusion, he was aware of major events in the outside world. Xiao Wuyou didn't waste time explaining how he had killed the leader of the Blood Prison Sect with a single sword.

Unexpectedly, after these words were spoken, the young master's eyes became dazed and his tone was erratic, as if he was recalling a long-lost memory.

"I once participated in the Righteous Path Competition."

"Oh? Then the young master must be among the best, right?" Xiao Wuyou suddenly became interested.

Isn't it more interesting to hear the Sword Immortal tell the story of the past himself than to read those ancient books?

Upon hearing this, the young master shook his head and curled his lips slightly: "Not a good ranking. Only second."

Xiao Wuyou exclaimed, "What a Versailles guy!"

"If Junior Master is ranked second, then who is the first? Is he still alive now?" Xiao Wuyou asked.

This question directly revealed a shocking revelation.

"The first one is the current Demon Emperor."

Xiao Wuyou was stunned on the spot

The Demon Emperor is participating in the Righteous Path Competition? Are you kidding me?!

Moreover, the current Demon Emperor and the Demon Founder of Ten Thousand Years should not be the same person, right? Even if Xiao Wuyou no longer paid attention to the news of the immortal cultivation world, he had heard about the Demon Emperor. He knew that the Demon Emperor seemed to be selected from the masters of the seven sects of the Demon Path every hundred years to inherit the cultivation of the previous Demon Emperor.

The junior master also understood Xiao Wuyou's doubts, took a sip of the spiritual tea, and then told him the truth: "The practice of the Demon Emperor is an evil way to take over the body. For ten thousand years, he has been using this to prolong his life."

Xiao Wuyou was eating glutinous rice balls while listening with great interest.

"However, I heard that the founder of the Demonic Path was born with a demonic nature, so how could he participate in the Righteous Path Competition?"

"That's another matter." The young master didn't seem to want to talk more, and asked: "Do you have anything else to ask?"

"I am now struggling with whether or not to go to the Righteous Path Competition. I wonder what Junior Grandmaster's opinion is?" Seeing that Junior Grandmaster's recollections had ended here, Xiao Wuyou brought the topic back to the original direction.

The Demon Emperor will not come to the righteous competition, so it’s not too late to find out about his story next time.

However, the young master looked over, and his eyes, as mysterious as colored glass, reflected Xiao Wuyou's puzzled expression.

"What do you want to do?"

"Well, there are pros and cons to going or not going."

Upon hearing this, the young master shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with anything else. I am asking about your true intention."

She quietly stretched out a white fingertip and placed it on Xiao Wuyou's chest.

"Faced with this dilemma, how do you choose?"

Xiao Wuyou has a headache, thinking that he came to you because he couldn't make a choice!

But he soon discovered that the young master's expression was more serious than ever before.

Then, in a trance, Xiao Wuyou discovered that a wonderful Taoist charm was spreading all around him!

Just like the love sword art that Xiao Wuyou had talked about before, this meant that the conversation between the two was a kind of cultivation at the soul level. If they could grasp it, they would be able to gain some enlightenment and increase the strength of their soul to a higher level.

Xiao Wuyou didn't dare to be careless this time and started to think seriously.

Chapter 11 Let's Go Together

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It is to choose the righteous path to make a stunning debut in the competition and unite the righteous paths of the world to fight against the evil paths.

Or should you stay at home to maintain stability, accumulate strength first, and then plan for the future?

"It's better to go to the righteous competition." Xiao Wuyou finally gave his answer.

First of all, all the righteous masters will gather at the righteous competition. I think except for the danger on the road, it will be very safe when we arrive at the competition venue.

Moreover, he did not rely on practice to improve his strength, and seclusion would not make him stronger. There would be a conflict between good and evil one day, and as the chief of the Absolute Sword Sect, he could not hide in Wuyou Peak forever.

One day, you have to face it.

It is better to act early and suppress the arrogance of the evil forces.

However, when the young master heard these words, a sadness that Xiao Wuyou could not understand was stirred in his eyes that had been calm before.

"Is that so? You really are..."

"Young Master doesn't want me to go?" Xiao Wuyou frowned and asked in confusion.

He analyzed the problem from his own standpoint. But as a sword immortal, the young master had great luck, so his suggestions must be of reference value.

The silver-haired fairy's eyes flickered for a moment, then she just shook her head.

"I just remembered something."

"A long time ago, it seems that there was also an old friend who, like you, asked about the Righteous Path Competition..."

The young master's tone was erratic and he seemed a little hesitant.

"Seems?" Xiao Wuyou discovered the problem.

"I can't remember clearly." The young master replied helplessly.

"Then how did you answer it at that time?" Xiao Wuyou continued to ask.

"......I can't remember clearly." The young master thought for a while, and finally let out a sigh.

Xiao Wuyou couldn't help feeling a little exhausted, as if he was chatting with a forgetful old lady.

That’s right. After all, the young master has lived for ten thousand years. Even if a cultivator has a much better memory than ordinary people, it is impossible for him to remember everything that happened so long ago.

"But I remember that he went."

This is the only thing that Bei Ming Long Yue remembers very clearly.

"But I didn't follow him, so some bad things happened."

The memories of ten thousand years are like fragments, and many things are as blurry as illusory flowers swaying in the mist.

But the truly unforgettable memories are something you can never forget.

Bei Ming Long Yue remembered that day, he was like this too, sitting in front of her, sincerely seeking her advice...

Once you start thinking about it, the fog of memory gradually dissipates, and the fragments that should have been lost in the past are pieced together again.

"I didn't agree to him." Bei Ming Long Yue covered his aching forehead and muttered to himself.

This scene hurt Xiao Wuyou deeply for no reason.

He once again realized that his junior master was not as independent and detached from the world as people thought, a carefree swordsman.

Even in the online novels of the past, not all invincible protagonists were invincible at the beginning.

It's just a fast-paced story that omits the hardships that the protagonists have experienced.

What you are facing is not the so-called protagonist of an online novel, but a real person with flesh and blood.

Perhaps, she was once an ordinary girl.

She struggled to survive, embarked on the path to immortality, went through hundreds of battles, fell into despair, and relied on chance and will to overcome the despair once, encountered others, lived side by side, argued, and fought. In the end, after tens of thousands of years, she was the only one still alive, vaguely recalling the blurred past years.

Xiao Wuyou looked around and for the first time felt that this small attic was more suffocating than a cage.

There is no calculation or reason.

Xiao Wuyou asked frankly from the bottom of his heart: "Little Master, do you want to go with me?"

The silver-haired girl raised her head, and there were twinkling stars in her dazed eyes.

But at this moment, the scene in front of Xiao Wuyou became illusory.

Wow! Why?!

Could it be that the prophecy scene was triggered because I invited the young master? !

However, the panic was only for a moment. The previous few prophecy scenes were also so sudden. Xiao Wuyou was already used to quickly sorting out his emotions and thinking of countermeasures.

No, it should be the decision of the young master on whether to go to the righteous competition that triggered the prophecy picture!

Xiao Wuyou was also really curious about what the prophecy of the 'Invincible Style' little master would look like.

And when the scene that could not be described in words appeared before his eyes, Xiao Wuyou was completely shocked.

The sky was torn apart.

It was a world shrouded in flames. The sky was shattered and filled with space turbulence.

The powerful men of both the righteous and evil sects fought each other, and many of them were even Xiao Wuyou's acquaintances. The weaker cultivators were swallowed by the turbulent space flow and could not even escape.

It was like the end of the world.

No one can survive such a catastrophe.

But where is the young master?

Xiao Wuyou looked for a long time and finally found the moon-like light at the other end of the night sky.

Brilliant streams of light streaked across the sky. It was obvious that the young master was late, and even she was at a loss as to what to do in the face of the doomsday-like scene before her.

"You are still a step late, just like last time."

In the void, a black sun rises.

The monstrous demonic energy turned the entire sky into a darkness deeper than the night.

Even though it was his first time seeing him, Xiao Wuyou deeply realized that this was the Demon Emperor, the founder of the Demonic Path who stood at the pinnacle of the Demonic Path and extended his life by taking over other people's bodies.

He is also the only cultivator in the entire world of immortal cultivation who can be compared with the young master.

"It was you who did all this?" The young master's lips trembled as he asked softly.

But even so, the sword intent could not stop emanating from her body, turning the building beneath her into dust.

"Oh, are you unwilling?" The Demon Emperor seemed very happy.

"I didn't expect you to have such an expression on your face!"

"I guess you are really like the rumors say, you are suffering from an old illness and your cultivation is not as good as before!"

The Demon Emperor was in high spirits and kept talking, but the young master didn't care. He just asked stiffly and numbly: "What did you do to him?"

What the hell did you do to me?!

Xiao Wuyou had thought that he would be targeted by the evil sect, but he did not expect that it would be the Demon Emperor and the seven sects of the evil sect who would take action personally!

He did not appear in the prophecy, but Xiao Wuyou instinctively realized that the 'he' that the junior master was referring to was himself.