Since becoming the Demon Lord, Rong Xian's only role has been to suppress this token with all her strength, and her thousand-year-old skills have not been able to exert an inch. But this token is actually a prison cell, in which a treacherous and evil demon is imprisoned.

She tried her best, but even if she blew herself up, she still couldn't escape the fate that held the Biyan prison in check.

Now nine points of her soul have been damaged, and the remaining part is slowly dissipating. Heaven has judged that she is about to disappear, and the ban can no longer be suppressed, so the ban breaks away.

Her duty accomplished!

Rong Xian's face was pale and transparent, but anyone could see the joy in her eyes. Her smile was like a flower, and her tone of voice was ups and downs: "Uncle, Master, thank you so much for helping me."

The prohibition that cannot be solved even by self-destruction is solved by Qingbo's bowl of sunshade. This is really hard to find, and it takes no effort at all.

"Uncle Master, I wonder how you can bear the karma of a demon entering the human world and causing chaos in the world." She smiled and murmured, "I will never break my promise when I say I will repay you. I look forward to your end."

She stretched out her hand, and in her white and transparent palm was the token glowing with golden light.

Rong Xian chuckled and threw the token into the sky.

A big word "forbidden" loomed in the void, struggling desperately, but the black energy in it rushed against it without any scruples, desperately trying to knock it away.

Rong Xian stood there and watched happily for a long time, and then mobilized the vitality in the Wood Spirit Pearl to heal herself.

After a long time, she was about to turn around and go back to her room, when her eyes vaguely glanced at the corner of the shadow.

It's Aqi.

What is he doing here?

A trace of doubt flashed in Rong Xian's eyes, and then the doubt disappeared, and instead the light flickered, and her eyebrows seemed to incorporate the deepest and richest scenery in the world, which was fascinating.

This is really a good opportunity, isn't it?

Rong Xian no longer suppressed the injuries caused by the sunshade, and coughed, a sweet smell welling up in her throat. She quickly took out a brocade handkerchief from her sleeves and covered her mouth. The bright red blood soaked the handkerchief, and it dripped.

on the ground.

The firelight flickered in her palm, and after turning the veil into ashes, she returned to the room with heavy steps.

After a long time, Ah Qi walked over slowly. He knelt down and stared at the blood on the ground with deep eyes. He wiped it with his right index finger, and the pale golden blood was exposed in his eyes.

"——Sword Emperor Essence and Blood." A gleam of light suddenly burst out of Aqi's eyes.

The Sword Emperor's essence and blood, which they never wanted them to pursue, was actually right under their noses. Rong Xian turned out to be a remnant of the Yu clan. No wonder she had been protecting Shen Jiuliu. It turned out that the two were from the same clan.

But it seemed that the two people did not recognize each other.

Haha, this really takes no effort at all.

Ah Qi was pleasantly surprised, but she never thought of telling Qingbo the news.

It's enough that he knows the news about the Sword Emperor's essence and blood, and that idiot Qingbo should be a target in the open.

After careful consideration, he decided to wait for the people from Wuxinya to come to meet him and then take Rong Xian back to the Holy Mountain. It would be better to pretend not to know now.

Ah Qi's eyes flashed, and her figure shook and disappeared.

Wuxinya, in the golden palace, Leng Ningyue looked at the figure suspended in the air, her eyes full of surprise: "So, the Sword Emperor's essence and blood are in Rong Xian's body?"

Aqi nodded affirmatively: "Yes, I have verified it myself."

"Okay, okay." Leng Ningyue beamed with joy. As long as she got the sword emperor's essence and blood, she would be able to go one step further. No matter where Xixin was hidden, she couldn't get enough in the face of absolute strength.

"Aqi, keep an eye on Rong Xian, I'll go right away..." Leng Ningyue's words suddenly stopped.

She suddenly thought that the demon cultivators in Wuxinya would not dare to leave the holy mountain as long as they were bound by the Biyan Demon Prison.

She thought about it carefully and said: "Aqi, I will send the new disciples in the cliff. They have no karma on them. As long as you don't kill innocent people in the mortal world, you don't have to be afraid of the devil's prison. Once you two get involved, you must do it as soon as possible.

Take Rong Xian back to the Holy Mountain."

Ah Qi looked solemn and replied: "Okay."

The Lord's Mansion of Ziwei City.

"Doctor Rong." Early in the morning, the maid's voice came from outside the door.

In the room, thick cyan curtains covered all the light outside. In the four corners of the room, huge night pearls emitted a faint cold light. Rong Xian leaned on the couch and flipped through the medical books without raising her head.

Said: "Come in."

The maid walked in lightly, showing no signs of strangeness to the drastic changes in the room's decoration. She kept her eyes and noses, nose and heart in mind and never looked around.

She knelt down and saluted: "Doctor Rong, the city lord has told you that if you want to go out to practice medicine, you can go at any time, as long as you don't go too far."

Rong Xian's hand paused while turning the book, a trace of sarcasm flashed in her eyes, but her tone was still gentle: "I know, go tell the city lord, I appreciate his kindness. I still understand that doctors don't heal themselves, go on."

The sun-shielding poison prevents her from going out during the day. Qingbo asking the maid to take the message hurts her heart. He can do such a childish trick, it's ridiculous!

The maid bowed her head and retreated quietly. She looked a little confused, obviously not understanding the verbal tact between the city lord and Rong Xian.

The room returned to calm, and Rong Xian's attention was obviously not on the medical books.

Rong Xian sneered. It seemed that there had been no movement in the past few days, which made Qingbo anxious.

Such an impatient person still wants the essence and blood of the Sword Emperor and the hegemony of the imperial map. He really has no self-awareness.

She put the medical book aside and sat cross-legged, with a wooden spirit bead exuding vitality floating in front of her. The vitality in the bead continued to flow into her body, repairing her already overwhelmed injuries.

Those little wounds seemed to be healed inch by inch by something. Although it was slow, it was very effective.

Rong Xian was not in any hurry. She would rather take it slow than leave herself with hidden illnesses and injuries.

Compared with Rong Xian's comfort, Shen Jiuliu, who had arrived at Ziwei City at this time, was not as calm as her. And the source of the incident was a child.

As soon as Shen Jiuliu and his party entered the city, a child wearing half-worn clothes hurried up to him and asked breathlessly: "Brother Jiuliu."

A trace of surprise flashed in Shen Jiuliu's eyes, this was the poor Xiao Le: "Xiao Le! Why are you here? Are your mother and your sister okay?"

Xiao Le nodded and said loudly: "My mother has recovered. Dr. Rong's medical skills are very good, and my sister is also very good. Now she is doing some needlework at home."

Without waiting for Shen Jiuliu to ask, Xiaole said again: "Brother Jiuliu, do you know that Dr. Rong's condition is getting better? I haven't seen her for several days. My mother, sister, and I are all worried about Dr. Rong.

And Brother Mumu, he has had a cough in the past two days, and I have been waiting for Dr. Rong to go and treat Brother Mumu."
Chapter completed!