Chapter 89: Sad Mo Chen

Hei Mist continued to condense, and it turned out to be more dense than before.
In the end, he also imagined his personal shape.
"Oh, just concluded a contract with your main soul."
The three-eyed tiger combed his white hair, and now the black mist became Jiang Cheng's subordinate, and his status was not as high as it, so it didn't look into it anymore.
"You, you tiger demon, in vain I trust you so much!"
He is not stupid either, that kind of contract, the Destiny Realm is not accessible at all.
He must have been taught by the three-eyed tiger when he first transmitted the sound.
"You betrayed me!"
Hei Mist is crazy. If it weren't for the current state of being far from full and unable to defeat this dead tiger, he would probably rush to destroy it.
"You can't say that."
"You can see that you are not at a loss, because the contract with him has greatly supplemented the spirit, and it is not suppressed by the rules of the lower realm, and the state is better than before."
"From this point of view, you have to thank me."
"But Lord Tiger never asks for rewards for doing good things, just keep it in your heart."
As the King of Force who can keep pace with Brother Cheng, the three-eyed tiger is also mad at his life.
"you you……"
If there is a body, Heiwu is probably vomiting blood with anger.
"Okay, now you know where you are."
"What to do, you know in your heart."
If it were not completely subdued, Jiang Cheng would definitely not keep him.
Although he is not afraid of death, other clansmen are afraid, he will not leave hidden dangers in the Fei Xianmen.
The black mist was silent for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh.
"Is there any other choice?"
To be able to become an immortal existence, I don't know how many years I have lived. I am not the young impulsive boy who knows the current affairs.
Jiang Cheng was very satisfied with his change in attitude.
"Don't worry, as long as you don't be a demon, I will not embarrass you, and will give you enough respect."
"Thank you!"
The human figure condensed in the black mist bowed slightly, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew that Jiang Cheng had no need to give this promise.
If someone else gets his master soul mark, his end will be extremely miserable.
Respect or something does not exist.
"Okay, tell me about your origin."
"How did you come to my Feixianmen?"
The black mist sighed again, and this sound seemed to have exhausted the vicissitudes of life.
"All of this originated from a great battle between immortals and demons thousands of years ago, when Donglin Tianyu tried to annex..."
Jiang Cheng couldn't listen to the first sentence.
Could you please tell me something that people can understand? What immortal demon war is too far away from him, he doesn't catch a cold at all, and doesn't want to mix up.
"Stop, stop, pick the key points. First of all, what is your name, and whose name is your name?"
"Cough, okay, Ben... the immortal's name calls Mo Chen, and there is a title of Anji Immortal Venerable."
What Xianzun, Jiang Cheng squinted at him, suspicious that he was bragging.
Because this guy just hesitated, he was raising his own value at first glance, and it is probably a good face.
"So why did you a fairy come here?"
"At that time, the two immortals and demons attacked each other, causing countless deaths and injuries. The old man also participated in the war, and was seriously injured by the group of demons, and almost died."
Mo Chen sighed in a low voice: "At that time, the war was too fluctuating, and the barrier between the fairyland and the lower realm was also punched a little gap, and the old man's soul took the opportunity to escape."
"And then? It's been thousands of years, why are you still here?"
"When coming down from the fairyland, the old man's soul was suppressed by the rules, and the imprint of the main soul was also knocked down at that time."
"The remaining remnant soul has been attached to the companion demon... ah no, the companion immortal weapon transforms the blood fairy blade, otherwise it would have disappeared."
Brother Cheng and Sanyanhu looked at him faintly at the same time, with very subtle expressions.
Brother, you just said a magic word, isn't it bad to bully our ears?
The scene was very awkward.
The black mist of Mo Chen's remnant soul fluttered and floated on the spot, always silent.
After a full minute of silence, he seemed to relax.
"Do you think I am a magic repair?"
Demon cultivators tend to behave pervertedly and evilly. When any normal monk hears these two words, he will stay away from them, and even hate them deeply.
"Hahaha, how could that be possible, the old man is an orthodox monk who is extremely orthodox, and belongs to the immortal camp!"
"If you don't believe me, go to Xianyu to find out, I secretly know the reputation of Xianzun Mo Chen, that is praised by people everywhere!"
We can't go to Xianyu, how can I find out? Isn't it up to you?
Seeing that Jiang Cheng and the three-eyed tiger still didn't believe it, he gave an urgent cry to prove his innocence.
"I am not at odds with the demons!"
The three-eyed tiger rolled his eyelids: "Really?"
"Of course! The old man hates Moxiu most in his life. Seeing one kills another, seeing a group kills a group!"
"When he was young, the old man made a great aspiration that he should take the destruction of demons as his own mission in this life..."
Mo Chen spoke impassionedly and loudly.
Jiang Cheng couldn't stand it anymore. Brother, you were exposed. In order to hide your identity, it was really unprincipled to stab his own camp directly.
It seems that you have done a lot of shameless things before, right?
"Come on, I don't care if you are a demon or immortal. I only care about where the blood demon blade is?"
"That's a fairy blade, a fairy tool..."
Mo Chen is still correcting it.
"Actually, you have seen it a long time ago. It is the blade of trophy you got from Duanmu's house."
Bloodblade?
That seventh-order spiritual weapon? Duanmu family heirloom?
To be honest, Jiang Cheng didn't care much after snatching it back.
On the one hand, he is not using a knife, on the other hand, he thinks the bright red knife looks a bit oozing.
I really didn't expect this thing to be a fairy?
After an explanation ~EbookFREE.me~ he understood the whole story.
After escaping into the lower realm that year, Mo Chen's remnant soul has been hidden in the Blood Transmitter Blade.
Because the main soul imprint is gone, and the rules of the lower realm are suppressed, he can't appear in the outside world at all, otherwise he will easily disappear.
Can only rely on the immortal soul and essence of absorbing the blood-changing devil blade to linger, barely hanging.
Time flies, and thousands of years have passed, the blood-changing demon blade has been constantly absorbing the immortal soul, and its rank has also fallen all the way.
From the fairy weapon finally fell to the eighth-order spiritual weapon.
The fairy soul has long been exhausted, and he didn't have many years to survive.
But at this time, the Blood-Transforming Devil Blade was picked up by chance by the ancestors of the Duanmu family.
Duanmu's family, like a treasure, regards this spiritual tool as a support for the rise of the family.
They did indeed develop from a small family that did not enter the stream to one of the later double hegemons of Qinglan Mansion.
They didn't find out what was wrong until the spirit weapon dropped again.
The Duanmu family thought that the spirit weapon would be destroyed after it was used, but it knew that there was an immortal inside, who had been absorbing the last trace of the spirit weapon.
After that, they warmed up with a pool of blood and temporarily stabilized at level 7.
And the remnant of Mo Chen's soul inside was too weak and couldn't resist the rules of the lower realm, so he didn't bother to show up and let them toss.
The effect of the blood pool on him is extremely weak, and he can only barely let him continue to hang on his breath.
This time, after Jiang Cheng took the Blood-Smelling Blade into the Fei Xianmen, he left it in the treasure house.
Originally like this, Mo Chen could not live long without the blood pool, but there was a Demon King Three-eyed Tiger in the Fei Xianmen.
Its strength far surpasses those of the Duanmu family, the blood-transforming demon blade itself, and the aura that is obviously higher than the lower realm inside it is keenly perceived.
So it stole the spirit tool, and after some exploration, Mo Chen couldn't hide it.