The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

"I heard that there is a cluster of flames in the Demonic Abyss of the Demon Clan, called the Nine Nether Demonic Flames. I wonder if I can go and take a look?"

Bai Qinghua looked at Yongye beside her and asked.

Before returning to the God Clan, she had to find the Nine Nether Demon Flame and repair the Divine Demon Harp. After recovering the memories of three lives, Bai Qinghua knew that the Divine Demon Harp had become so dilapidated because of her. Feeling guilty, she changed her original itinerary and wanted to go to the Demon Clan first.

However, the Nine Nether Devil Flame is the number one devil fire in ancient times. She doesn't know whether she can recover it and make it hers. But she has to try it first. Before, she thought that if she wanted to get the Nine Nether Devil Flame, she might need to sneak into the demon clan. Now that the Demon Lord is by her side, it doesn't seem so troublesome.

"Oh...you are looking for the Nine Nether Demon Flame?"

Yongye tilted his head and looked at Bai Qinghua who was staring at him. He could clearly see his face in her pupils, which made Lord Demon feel inexplicably happy.

"Is it okay? I know that the Nine Nether Demon Flame is of great significance to the demon race. I don't want to take it for myself, I just want to borrow it for use."

Bai Qinghua explained very seriously.

She had her own natal spiritual fire, and had also fused it with the Yin-Yang Spiritual Flame. She really didn't need any other spiritual fire. She was afraid that Yongye would misunderstand that she still wanted to obtain the Nine Nether Demon Flame, so she explained it very clearly.

"Is this what you're talking about?"

After Bai Qinghua finished speaking, Yongye smiled and stretched out his bony palm in front of her. The moment he opened his palm, a wisp of blue-grey flame emitting a dark aura appeared in front of Bai Qinghua...

The moment the flame appeared, there was a dead silence between heaven and earth. The light was swallowed by the flames and the surroundings suddenly became dim. Bai Qinghua suddenly felt his mood become gloomy, and then many dark thoughts sprouted in his mind, and then were magnified, and an extremely strong bloodthirsty desire arose in his heart.

"draw!"

A soft call sounded beside his ear, and Bai Qinghua suddenly came back to his senses. Yongye had already collected the Nine Nether Demon Flame, and the surrounding sky was replaced by light again.

"The Nine Nether Demon Flame is indeed powerful!"

Bai Qinghua took a deep breath, relieved her obviously wrong emotions and sighed.

Her spiritual consciousness has experienced three lifetimes and is far more powerful than that of ordinary late-stage Mahayana cultivators. But even so, she was caught off guard and was hit by the Nine Nether Devil Flame, which shows how powerful this fire is.

"It's just a flame. You just didn't notice it for a moment. If you were prepared, you wouldn't be afraid."

Yongye comforted him without much concern.

Upon hearing this, the Nine Nether Demon Flame that had returned to Yongye's Dantian jumped and revealed a hideous face.

"Have you forgotten that in order to subdue this demon flame, you were forced to reincarnate and became a short-lived ghost for ten lifetimes?"

The malicious voice of Jiuyou Demon Flame sounded in Yongye's sea of ​​consciousness. At the end, it laughed twice, looking very arrogant and asking for a beating.

The mini version of Yongye sitting cross-legged in Yongye's Dantian slowly opened his eyes, opened his little hands and grabbed the cluster of devilish flames in his hands.

"So you are reminding me what you have done to me?"

"Very good. I've been very busy lately. If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten it!"

Xiao Yongye's appearance became even more exquisite, his red lips were charming, and his smile became even more wicked and ostentatious. Jiuyou Moyan only then felt that he seemed to have gone too far, and it was too late to ask for mercy.

"The rumors in the outside world are actually true. It seems that you have succeeded. Congratulations."

Bai Qinghua had no idea about the one-sided beating that was happening in Lord Demon's dantian. She felt emotional but was also very happy. It didn't seem to be difficult for her to repair the Divine Demon Harp. Of course, the prerequisite was that Lord Demon was willing to cooperate.

Will the Demon Lord cooperate?

The answer is yes, and he was very happy. He had the opportunity to spend every day with Hua Hua again. For this reason, the little man in his dantian not only stopped abusing Fire, but also very considerately stroked Mo Yan's fur.

When Yongye entered the ancient jade space for the first time, he was amazed by this vast portable space, the Tower of Babel, the soul-nourishing tree, the spiritual spring water from heaven and earth, large tracts of spiritual medicine fields, and all kinds of natural treasures. Painting actually brought him into such a place.

"I will never tell anyone about the painting."

Yongye turned around and looked at Bai Qinghua with joy. His brilliant and worthless appearance really didn't look like that of a demon lord who ascended to the throne by stepping on the corpses of thousands of people.

Yu Wushuang was too tired to complain, so he simply turned around and went back to the bamboo building where he used to live, to turn a blind eye. This time it was his sister who asked him for help, and he couldn't just keep a cold face, let alone chase the person away. Well, seeing this man surrounding his younger sister and trying to show his courtesy, he couldn't help but feel itchy and wanted to burn something again. What should he do?

The four little ones had already tactfully retreated to the soul-nourishing tree to practice. Tata had also become familiar with them over the past few days. At this moment, he was sitting on a branch of the soul-nourishing tree, playing with the white jade and glass hairpin that he had fished out of the spiritual spring a few days ago.

The cracks on the white jade glass have disappeared. Although the jade spirit cannot yet transform, it can already communicate with others through spiritual consciousness. Tata has also given it many treasures to repair its spiritual consciousness. I believe that it will not be long before it recovers as before.

Bai Qinghua brought Yongye to the spiritual spring, stepped forward and stretched out his hand, and a broken guqin slowly rose from the spiritual spring. The strings and body of the guqin had been collected completely, but they were just barely pieced together and could not be integrated.

“The Divine Demon Harp…”

Yongye felt very complicated for a moment when he saw the damaged Divine Demon Harp. His Blood Demon Sword was also covered with cracks when he first recognized it as his master, but it was much better than the Divine Demon Harp.

"Well, it's just that the Divine Demon Harp is badly damaged now. It needs to be forged with the Pure Lotus Divine Flame and the Nine Nether Devil Fire at the same time to repair it."

Bai Qinghua stroked the body of the zither and was filled with mixed emotions...

At the same time, outside the ancient jade space, in the chaotic void, a long sword floating in the void was shining with a faint light. A person was lying on the long sword. If it were not for the slight rise and fall of his chest, people would mistake him for a dead person.

"Are you stupid? You made yourself half dead, but the person you wanted to protect didn't know anything about it. Is it worth it?"

The Xuan-Yuan Sword, carrying its host who was not far from death, felt a wave of exhaustion in its heart. Looking at the vast void, not only was its heart exhausted, but its body also became exhausted. It did not know where they would drift to, or if they would have a chance to return to the Four Domains Continent.

"Ahem...Xuanyuan, you don't understand."

Nangong Chen coughed up a mouthful of blood, and a bitter smile appeared on his pale face.

If that person knew, he might not need to do this, and he insisted only for his own sake. This would make him feel better, at least he was needed, at least he could do something small for her.