The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

Chu Yiyang suddenly realized.

He looked at the package on Beitang Hanye's back, and whispered: "If he turns the package to the front, I will understand."

system:"……"

He stepped forward, and manually turned the package that was strapped to Beitang Hanye's back when he set off this morning, to the front, and then simply climbed onto his back, without the slightest hint of reluctance.

After finding a good place to lie down, he patted Beitang Hanye on the shoulder: "You can go."

The puppet sword master who was carrying him started to move forward.

Because both hands were occupied by Chu Yiyang, the glowing broken sword was controlled by the red and black mist from his body.

Under the abyss, the Broken Sword continued to shine brightly, illuminating the way forward.

The system watched this scene, took a screenshot without saying a word, and saved the picture of Chu Yiyang being carried on his back into its own database.

Carbon-based organisms are really good at deceiving themselves and others. After more than 40 days of traveling together, he is now afraid that the mood of "don't want to have more contact with the protagonist" is gone.

Whether it's walking together, sleeping together, or being carried on his back like now, Chu Yiyang is already used to it.

The system didn't think that after he left this place, he would be able to separate from Beitang Hanye so easily as before.

Compared to the system, Chu Yiyang, who was on Beitang's back, was so tired and relaxed that he didn't think so much.

He seldom has the chance to be backed by others, and now he just feels that the place where he is staying is very good.

Beitang's back is very broad, and even though he has been under the abyss for more than 40 days, he still carries a cold fragrance on his body, like a lotus flower on the top of Kunlun.

Sleepiness comes on time.

The person being carried leaned on the shoulder in front of him, and as he walked steadily, he recalled the memory of being a cat in Kunlun Peak.

His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his butterfly-like eyelashes gradually drooped, revealing the cinnabar mole on his right eyelid.

Beitang's body was really warm, and the coldness of the abyss could not invade him at all.

For the first time in more than 40 days, Chu Yiyang felt that he would not be woken up by freezing again.

He fell asleep peacefully.

On Kunlun Peak, where the sky is full of wind and snow, sitting quietly beside the handsome sword master beside the lotus pond, a ball of clear light slowly condenses into the shape of a cat.

In the wind and snow, it clings to the person beside it and sleeps deeply.

The sword master dressed in black lowered his head, looked at it with red and black eyes, then reached out to hug it from the side, and put this warm little body on his lap.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Yiyang felt the pull from the puppet silk.

He opened his eyes on Beitang Hanye's back: "It's here?"

There was silence under the abyss, and no one answered him.

Only the broken sword buried in the ground and the puppet gloves attract each other, and there is a pulling force.

Chu Yiyang woke up instantly.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have a dream when he fell asleep just now, but he didn't quite remember what he dreamed of.

He patted Beitang Hanye's arm again, then got down from his back, followed the power fluctuations sensed by the puppet silk and walked towards the half-cut sword, then turned over the soil, and laid the three-foot The blade below was dug out again.

The remaining half-broken sword glowed as soon as it was unearthed.

It seemed to fly from a very far place when it broke, and it was nailed obliquely into this piece of soil, going deep down three feet.

——If someone hadn't found it, it would have stayed here forever.

Chu Yiyang got up with the remaining half-broken sword and turned to Beitang Hanye.

Looking at the upper half that they found earlier in his hand, Chu Yiyang reached out and put the half together.

As soon as the two cut-off swords met, there was a sword cry in the void.

Dazzling light erupted from where the broken swords merged, causing Chu Yiyang to raise his arms to block his eyes.

The light storm that erupted under the abyss was like a torrent, sweeping towards the darkness of the entire abyss.

The strong wind blew up the hair and robes of the two of them, and every eyelash was completely exposed in the light.

The two severed swords were reconnected.

As the light converged, the crack on the sword became smaller and smaller.

When everything subsided, only a shallow mark remained on the broken part of the sword.

Chu Yiyang put down his hand and saw Beitang Hanye holding a sword.

The sword seemed to be in his hand from birth.

Even if he wasn't awake now, it hummed low and pleasantly in his hand.

Even though Chu Yiyang's knowledge is very complicated, and he is not a pure swordsman, he still feels the joy of this precious sword.

He turned his eyes back to Beitang Hanye's face, seeing that he ignored him for the first time, his eyes still stayed on the sword.

In an instant, he was so blessed that he walked away from the opposite side of Beitang Hanye, turned to his side, and held the sword together with him.

In front of him was the boundless darkness that had condensed again, he and Beitang held the sword together, and slashed forward——

A pure sharp sword light flew out towards the direction Chu Yiyang chose at will, with a bang, leaving a gap in the darkness that he tried countless methods but failed to break through.

Beyond the gap, fresh light and wind poured down towards the bottom of the abyss.

After a successful blow, Chu Yiyang didn't hesitate, grabbed Beitang Hanye's waist, and said "go".

The next moment, he felt a tightness around his waist, and was led by the people beside him to rush towards the gap!

The world spun briefly, time and space pulled, and the feet of the two stepped on the ground again.

As soon as Chu Yiyang noticed the recovery of spiritual power in his body, he knew that they had come out of the abyss.

He stood firm and let go of the hand around Beitang Hanye's waist: "Even if you fall into the legendary death, you can still find a way out. Is this good luck or the protagonist's aura?"

System: "You are lucky, and his protagonist has a strong halo."

After all, in the original book, Beitang Hanye fell alone and was trapped in the abyss madly for more than half a year before being rescued by the Prison Shura who forced his way in.

Now that they came out by themselves, Prison Shura, who was still trying to find a way to get into the abyss outside, didn't have to go inside again.

After leaving the abyss, Beitang Hanye still looked like a puppet, standing quietly beside his master.

After Chu Yiyang looked at the surrounding scenery, he was sure that they broke out from the abyss in a random direction, and the place they were in at the moment was still the Demon Realm.

This place looks like the frontier of the Demon Realm, and it is not developed.

Surrounded by barren mountains and mountains, the land soaked in demon energy can only grow unique plants in the demon domain.

There are monsters roaring in the dark forest.

Green eyes flashed in the distance, unabashedly staring at the two people who appeared here.

Chu Yiyang made a decision in just a few seconds: "Let's go to the city."

It is better to go deep into the Demon Realm than to go back to the North from here.

The Lord of the Demon Realm is Beitang's biological father. Even if Beitang said before falling into the abyss that he would never see him in this life, there is no irreconcilable conflict between their father and son.

And——Chu Yiyang looked at the people standing beside him, if there was anyone in this world who loved him wholeheartedly and was willing to sacrifice everything for him, it would be Demon Emperor Prison Shura.

He shouldn't miss this family affection.

It was already late at night, and two people came from this small city on the border of the Demon Realm.

One of them is a high-level demon cultivator, whose whole body is shrouded in surging black and red mist. Just by looking at him, the sound of endless killing can be heard in his mind. He is a character not to be trifled with.

And behind him was a young man in black, with gorgeous facial features, but an extremely indifferent expression.

Demon patterns spread across his fair skin.

Obviously, no matter whether he was a human monk or a demon cultivator in the past, he has now been made a blood contract by this high-level demon cultivator who is covered in black and red mist and can't see clearly, and has become his slave.

As soon as the two entered the city, they attracted the attention of Moxiu, who was drinking and having fun at a stall in the city.

Moxiu is warlike, and when he sees an opponent stronger than himself, his eyes usually light up, wanting to challenge him.

However, these fighting races who never know how to write the word "restraint" will also feel terrified when they encounter opponents who are too much stronger than them and cannot challenge them.

They faintly felt that if they looked at Beitang Hanye again, they would go crazy, so they turned their eyes to look at Chu Yiyang.

It has been many years since people or things from the Acacia Sect have been banned from entering the Demon Realm. Now Chu Yiyang is wearing black clothes, without the iconic golden bell hairpin, and there are magic patterns on his face. No one can tell that he is the young man of the Acacia Sect. host.

This pair of masters and servants, no matter where they came from, they couldn't tell where they were from, and these demon cultivators didn't dare to act rashly, they just watched them walk towards the inn in the city.

When the two walked away, they put down their wine bowls and talked in a low voice:

"What is the origin of this high-level magician? I have been here for so long, and I have never seen him."

"I don't know, the positions of the city lords are empty now, and all kinds of monsters who have been cultivating in various dead places have come out, and this one with the blood slave is probably the same."

Originally, each of the ten worlds of the Demon Realm had a city lord, and the replacement would not be so fast.

But some time ago, the demon emperor was furious, and violently rose from the black jade seat, killing the four realms in just one day.

He killed two of the city lords on the spot, broke the hands and feet of the other two, and imprisoned one in the water prison and the other in the fire prison.

The two of them endured the prison emperor's wrath, and it seemed that they couldn't survive, so there were four more vacancies in the position of city lord in an instant.

And their demon emperor has been silent for many years, the strength displayed this time not only makes the demon realm tremble, but also makes people guess whether he has already achieved great magic skills and is about to ascend to the ascension.

In this way, among the remaining six city lords, no matter who takes the next step and takes over the position of Demon Emperor, there will be another vacancy.

Those who don't know how to count will know that this is a total of five city lords!

So all of a sudden, the lurking powerhouses from all over the place appeared.

It is not uncommon for a strong man to suddenly appear in a small border town like this.

However, these demon cultivators had slightly higher evaluations of Beitang Hanye: "Have you seen the servant who has a blood contract next to him? His cultivation level is not ordinary, and a random monster can crush him to death. "

Even a high-level magic cultivator can only cultivate one or two blood contracts in a lifetime and plant them on one or two individuals.

Not forming a bond with a high-level monster, but forming a bond with a person with a low cultivation level, this can only show that this person's strength is extremely high.

"That's right." His companion said, "There are many beauties in the Demon Realm, even if you want to warm the bed—"

As he spoke, he remembered the face of the boy in black just now, and his voice suddenly stuck in his throat.

Moyu has many beauties, but it seems difficult to find someone better than his appearance.

Moreover, a good appearance does not mean that the temperament that makes people want to conquer can keep up.

"Damn it." He cursed secretly, threw the wine bowl on the ground for his wavering, and said loudly, "In short, the blood deed cannot be given out lightly!"

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The author has something to say:

Single Demon Cultivator: I don't understand, the Blood Pact Cultivator comes out, of course it has to be reserved for high-level monsters—Wow!

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