In an instant, countless barrage of sluts flew past the mind of the spirit of the spirit.

What's this called?

Why did Yang Jing come here too?

Although he was transformed by his master's obsession, he himself did not know that if he could see his favorite girl and another stranger happily transform theorizing into practical experience, the Spirit of the Artifact could already imagine how outrageous the Asura field was (stimulating?)!

Just as he hesitated whether to step forward, he used the old man's small body to block Yang Jing's pace, Yang Jing had already come.

"Stop and stop - stop coming!"

The old man rushed out without saying a word and waved his short arms.

Zhenjun Yang Jing paused, facing the spirit of the weapon, but his eyes were always in the direction of the ice coffin.

After a while, he asked with a cold expression: "Senior, Senior Brother Bao is here?"

Although it was a question, it was in a statement tone. At the same time, he raised his hand and used the handle of the knife to push away the weapon Ling Tiangong, indicating that he should not block the way.

Artifact Spirit Heavenly Manufacturing: "..."

It's so difficult for the old man.

It held Yang Jingzhenjun's hilt firmly and shouted: "You can't go over!"

Although the old man didn't like the pair of dogs who were not a human being, he would be kicked by a donkey when disturbing his love. Emmm, even if the person in front of him was his own master, he could not go over. When he thought about this, he sighed and his familiar heart flocked to him.

After tens of thousands of years of separation, it still cannot escape the dog food being forcibly fed by its master and mistress, watching them show their love and betrayal.

The young couple met again after a long separation, which was understandable by the old man, but the Shura Field was very sad.

Zhenjun Yang Jing felt inexplicably, his blood-stained face was serious and majestic, and even the spiritual heavenly craftsman could not help but be scared.

"You get out of here."

The spirit of the weapon hugged him tightly: "The old man can't give in!"

Zhenjun Yang Jing had no choice but to take special measures. He bent his left hand and bounced at the small body of the weapon Ling Tiangong. Before the old man could pounce back, he raised his finger and shot out a net of light to tightly connect it so that he could not move.

The spirit of the weapon made a profit, but it didn't move at all.

"...Haha, how is this possible??"

Zhenjun Yang Jing is also talented in the Nascent Soul cultivation, and he can't trap it at all. How could this time...

The old man's heart was trembling, he looked up at the cold and depressed Lord Yang Jingzhen, and trembled, "You——"

Yang Jing asked lightly: "What's wrong with me?"

The Spirit of the Artifact silently swallowed back what he wanted to say.

Haha, nothing, the old man said nothing just now?? The true master Yang Jing in front of him had obvious problems. His cultivation level had far exceeded the confinement of the Nascent Soul, which was faintly mixed with the original breath of his master, not just his master's obsession.

It makes sense to think about it again.

The old man knew the strength of the demons in the Demon-Suppressing Tower. With the original strength of the True Lord Yang Jing, he could not make it here at all. Looking at his blood from the demons, he didn't know how many unlucky demons he had killed along the way. The old man could hear the system cursing online.

Without the obstruction of the weapon spirit heavenly craftsman, Zhenjun Yang Jing climbed up the stairs.

The entire ice coffin came into view.

The young man and panda cub lying in the ice coffin, as well as the senior brother Bao who was regulating his breathing and closing his eyes.

He didn't even look at the ice coffin, but he just sneered at the corner of his lips. In an instant, he pinched the technique to produce dozens of array patterns with a thick and vast aura, and merged into the ice coffin one by one. As the Yiling Tiangong looked at this scene, his mouth twitched, and he had to withstand the system's noisy noise.

System: [God! Is this guy crazy?]

Artifact Spirit Heavenly Manufacture: [Ah, my master is not crazy on the first day...]

But I didn't expect that the divided incarnation of obsession would have the idea of ​​counter-killing the original body, and I had no hesitation to do it.

The formation patterns just now were ancient seals, and the spirit of the weapon can even restore the psychological activities of the true master Yang Jing at this time - Haha, don’t you like self-sealing? Okay, then continue to seal them, don’t come out again forever, from now on, I will be the deity!

System: [What a big deal, are you just watching as his companion artifact?]

Qiling Tiangong rolled his eyes: [You didn't see the old man trapped? What can the old man do? Besides, he was originally alone, he was just self-harm and not suicide. What can the old man do? I love it, there was no such thing before...]

system:【……】

I don't understand your logic very much.

The meaning of listening to the spirit of the Heavenly Compound is not once or twice?

At the same time, Pei Ye also felt the change in his dream. He pushed away his hand, pinched his waist, turned over and stood there, picked up his long gown and put it on his body. He walked out of the Demon Emperor Palace, and the valley of Ten Thousand Demons, which was originally sunny, was at this time, and the wind was blowing heavily, and clouds were overwhelming. The sky was actually showing signs of falling apart...

The Seventh Prince also pulled down the tie that was hidden in front of him and untied the sealed vision.

"What happened?"

Dreamland is the territory of the Seventh Prince. There was no accident in the latter. How could this space collapse?

The Seventh Prince had a rare and irritable anger on his face: "It's okay, a trivial matter, I'll send you out of here first and then clean up the mess later."

Pei Ye looked at the sky and then at the Seventh Prince on the side, and gave a bored tongue.

Being interrupted or something...

Let her know who was involved and she had to settle it.

Pei Ye closed his clothes that were useless, followed the guidance of the Seventh Prince, and took the steps to retract his soul. When her light body became heavy again, she closed her skills and opened her eyes. She stood up with a stiff posture halfway, looking at the acquaintance in front of her with a dull expression.

"Yang, Junior Brother Yang Jing?"

True Lord Yang Jing is setting up the formation in an orderly manner, and he still has time to answer Pei Ye.

"Hello, Brother Bao?"

"Shang Hao." She saw this posture and understood who had collapsed the dream space. Thinking about what she was doing in that process, her cheeks were inexplicably red. Pei Ye, who had been a human race for hundreds of years, was not as unrestrained as the Demon Emperor. She couldn't help but cover her face with one hand, "Junior brother, is this?"

Zhenjun Yang Jing replied: "Solve some troubles that are too big to lose."

Pei Ye: “…”

Junior brother, would you scold yourself like this?

Facts have proved that he not only dared to seal, but also dared to actually cut.

As Pei Ye left the dream, the Seventh Prince also lifted his self-seal and walked out of the fragmented dream. Before he opened his eyes, he raised his hand to attract the weapon spirit heavenly craftsmanship, breaking the broken seal, and the sword attacked the vital points of Yang Jingzhenjun's neck. The latter resisted it with a knife and took several steps back.

The Seventh Prince sneered: "You just have a mere obsession and dare to retaliate against me?"

Pei Ye looked at the two people in confrontation and suddenly had a big head.

"you--"

She had just opened her mouth and said two words, but was stopped by the two of them.

One shouted: "Zheng Yi!"

One said: "Senior Brother Bao!"

It was only a matter of "This is our business, you don't have to interfere" on your face.

Pei Ye: “…”

Can you two respect her as the parties involved?

It’s the first time in her life that she drove onto the highway and was interrupted by someone. When she opened her eyes, she was in the Shura field. She was still holding her evil spirits in her heart!

"My name is Pei Ye now. Do you like to call A Pei or A Ye, as you like."

For her, "Zhiyi" is a past tense, and "Senior Brother Bao" is more of the original owner.

"Is it meaningful for you to hit your right hand with your left hand like this?"

The Seventh Prince raised his eyebrows: "What is his right hand?"

Mr. Yang Jing said the same thing: "I don't want to join him."

The facts prove that meaning is meaningless, but the incarnation of obsession does not recognize the deity, and the deity contempts the incarnation of obsession is true. The two are strong incense, and Pei Ye can't even insert it even if he wants to intervene. At this time, the incarnation of obsession, Tiangong of the Ultimate Literature flew over silently with the light net and sat on her shoulder.

"What does this tell us? Tell us, don't slice it if you're okay."

Pei Ye hid on the other side of the ice coffin, watched the two of them confronted each other with their souls, and asked in a low voice.

"What kind of obsession does Junior Brother Yang Jing carry?"

The spirit of the weapon also beeps in a low voice.

"The old man speculates that he is protecting the Demon-Suppressing Tower. After all, there is your grave at the bottom of the tower, so it is not good to be dug by someone."

Pei Ye: “…”

What is her grave? She is still alive.

Is it so difficult to change a statement?

Pei Ye silently suppressed the complaint and said in confusion: "This is not right. If he obsessed with the Demon Suppression Tower, how could he take the initiative to enter the tower?"

The spirit of the weapon said: "Obstinence is not constant. How could a normal incarnation want to get involved in the deity? This guy not only wants to do it, but also wants to replace it. Obsession is just obsession. Normally, he has no love roots yet, so he is also attracted by you. It's really a sin."

Pei Ye: “…”

I thought the two would fight - if they fought, Zhenjun Yang Jing would definitely have no chance of winning, and he and the Seventh Prince were not on the same level as the same magnitude - I don’t know what the two of them communicated with their souls, one would hold the knife and the other would hold the sword, and no longer point the tip to the wheat.
To be continued...