I'll die at the start

The black mist continued to condense, and it became even denser than before.

Finally, a human figure was created.

"Oh, it's just a contract with your main soul."

The three-eyed tiger combed its white hair, and now this black mist has become Jiang Cheng's subordinate, its status is not as high as it, and it doesn't pay attention to it anymore.

"You, you damn tiger demon, it's in vain that I trust you so much!"

He is not stupid, that kind of contract is simply out of reach of the Destiny Realm.

It must have been taught by the three-eyed tiger during the sound transmission.

"You actually betrayed me!"

The black mist is crazy. If it is not the current state that is far from its peak, if it can't beat this dead tiger, it is estimated that it will rush to kill it.

"You can't say that."

"You can see that you are not at a loss, because by signing a contract with him, your soul has been greatly replenished, and you are not suppressed by the rules of the lower realm. Your state is better than before."

"From this point of view, you still have to thank me."

"But Lord Tiger never asks for anything in return for doing good deeds, just keep it in your heart."

As a coercive king who can keep pace with Brother Cheng, the Three-Eyed Tiger is even more pissed off when he speaks.

"you you……"

If there was a body, Hei Wu would probably vomit blood with anger.

"Okay, okay, now you know your situation."

"What to do, you know in your heart."

If he hadn't been completely subdued, Jiang Cheng definitely wouldn't have kept him.

Although he is not afraid of death, other members of the sect are afraid, so he will not let hidden dangers go unnoticed in Feixian sect.

The black mist was silent for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh.

"What other options do I have?"

The existence of being able to become a fairy does not know how many years he has lived. He is no longer that young and impulsive boy who knows the current affairs.

Jiang Cheng was very satisfied with his change of attitude.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't act like a monster, I won't embarrass you, and I will give you enough respect."

"Thank you!"

The human figure condensed from the black mist bowed slightly, secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

He knew that Jiang Cheng didn't need to make this promise in the first place.

If someone else got his main soul imprint, his end would be extremely miserable.

There is no such thing as respect.

"Okay, tell me about your background."

"How did you come to my Feixianmen?"

The black mist sighed again, and this sound seemed to end the vicissitudes of life.

"All of this stems from a great battle between immortals and demons thousands of years ago, when the Eastern Tianyu tried to annex it..."

After the first sentence, Jiang Cheng couldn't listen anymore.

Can you come up with something that people can understand, the battle between immortals and demons is too far away from him, he doesn't have a cold at all, and he doesn't want to get involved.

"Stop, stop, pick the key points. First of all, what's your name, and who's your last name?"

"Cough, well, I... my immortal name is Mo Chen, and I have a title of Immortal Venerable Anji."

What nonsense, Immortal Venerable, Jiang Cheng gave him a sideways look, very suspicious that he was bragging.

Because this guy was hesitating just now, it looked like he was trying to boost his status, so it was probably a good face.

"So how did you, a fairy, come here?"

"At that time, the immortals and demons attacked each other, and there were countless casualties. The old man also participated in the battle. Once he was besieged and seriously injured by those demon cultivators, and almost died."

Mo Chen sighed lowly: "At that time, the battle was too volatile, and a gap was opened in the barrier between the fairyland and the lower realm, and the old man's primordial spirit took the opportunity to escape."

"And then? It's been thousands of years, why are you still here?"

"When I came down from Immortal Realm, the old man's primordial spirit was suppressed by the rules, and the mark of the main soul was also knocked down at that time."

"The only remaining remnant soul has been attached to the companion demon since then... Ah no, the companion fairy weapon, the Blood Transforming Immortal Blade, otherwise it would have dissipated long ago."

Brother Cheng and the Three-Eyed Tiger looked at him at the same time, with subtle expressions.

Brother, you seem to have said a magic word just now, did you bully our ears?

The scene was awkward for a while.

The black mist transformed by Mo Chen's remnant soul floated and floated in place, remaining silent all the time.

After a full minute of silence, he seemed to have recovered.

"Don't you think I'm a magician?"

Demon cultivators often act perversely and evilly. Any normal monk who hears these two words will stay away from them, and even hate them deeply.

"Hahaha, how is that possible? This old man is an extremely orthodox orthodox cultivator, from the Immortal Sect camp!"

"If you don't believe me, go to the Immortal Realm to inquire about it. I secretly want the reputation of the Immortal Venerable Mo Chen, who is praised everywhere he goes!"

We can't go to Xianyu, how can we inquire?Don't you make it up as you like?

Seeing that Jiang Cheng and the Three-Eyed Tiger still didn't believe it, he gave a loud drink in desperation to prove his innocence.

"I am incompatible with the demon cultivator!"

The three-eyed tiger rolled its eyelids: "Really?"

"Of course! This old man hates demon cultivators the most in his life. He kills one when he sees one, and kills another when he sees a group!"

"When I was young, the old man made a great wish, and in this life, I should take destroying demon cultivation as my mission..."

Mo Chen spoke impassionedly and loudly.

Jiang Cheng can't stand it anymore, brother, you have been exposed, and you are really unprincipled in order to cover up your identity, and directly backstab your own camp.

It seems that he has done a lot of shameless things before, right?

"Okay, okay, I don't care whether you are a demon cultivator or an immortal cultivator. I only care about where is the magic weapon that turns blood into magic blade?"

"That is a fairy blade, a fairy weapon..."

Mo Chen was still correcting it there.

"Actually, you have seen it a long time ago. It is the spoiled blood blade you got from Duanmu's family before."

Blood Blade?

That seventh-order spirit weapon?An heirloom of the Duanmu family?

To be honest, Jiang Cheng didn't care much after he snatched it back.

One is that he is not using a knife, and the other is that he thinks that the bright red knife looks a bit intrusive.

I really didn't expect that this thing turned out to be a fairy weapon?

After some explanations, he understood the whole story.

After escaping into the lower realm that year, Mo Chen's remnant soul has been hidden in the blood-melting magic blade.

Since the mark of the main soul is gone, coupled with the suppression of the rules of the lower world, he can't appear in the outside world at all, otherwise he will easily lose his mind.

He can only survive by absorbing the immortal soul and essence of the blood-melting magic blade, barely hanging on to death.

Time flies, tens of thousands of years have passed, and because the blood-melting demon blade has been continuously absorbed by him, its rank has also dropped all the way.

From the fairy weapon, it finally fell to the eighth-order spiritual weapon.

The immortal soul has long been exhausted, and he didn't have many years to live.

But at this time, the blood-melting magic blade was picked up by the ancestors of the Duanmu family by chance.

The Duanmu family, as if they had found a treasure, regarded this spiritual weapon as the basis for their family's rise.

As a result, they have indeed developed from a small family that is not well-known to one of the two tyrants of the Qinglan Mansion.

It wasn't until the spirit weapon was downgraded again that they realized something was wrong.

The Duanmu family thought that the spirit weapon would be damaged after being used, but they didn't know that there was a fairy living inside, who had been absorbing the last remaining essence of the spirit weapon.

After that, they used the blood pool to warm them up, and temporarily stabilized at level 7.

And Mo Chen's remnant soul inside was too weak and couldn't resist the rules of the lower realm, so he didn't bother to show his head and let them toss.

The effect of the blood pool on him was extremely weak, and he could barely keep his breath alive.

After being brought into the Feixian Gate by Jiang Cheng this time, he left it in the treasury and ignored it.

Originally, Mo Chen would not be able to live long without the blood pool if this continues, but there is a three-eyed tiger in Feixianmen.

Its strength was far superior to that of the Duanmu family, and it was keenly aware of the blood-melting demon blade itself and the aura inside that was obviously higher than the lower realm.

So it stole the spirit weapon, and after some probing, Mo Chen couldn't hide it anymore.