Ye Jingjing looked at the Changhong Sword, and she would be lying if she said she wasn't moved. Although she was disdainful, she knew how precious the Changhong Sword was.
It turned out that she wanted to give it to her.
A smile appeared on Ye Jingjing's face. She took the Changhong Sword and said, "I like it very much."
"I'm afraid this won't work." Feng Qingyang said.
Qing Ge turned around and asked, "Why?"
"The Changhong Sword is for one person, one sword, and a lifetime. Only those who are determined by the Changhong Sword can open it. Even if it is given to someone else, if the scabbard cannot be opened, the Changhong Sword will be useless." Feng Qingyang said.
Everyone suddenly realized that this was the case.
Even if Ye Qingge has opened the Changhong Sword and closed the scabbard, others still can't pull out the sword, so it's not useless.
"Let me try." Yan Fuping stood up and stretched out his right hand.
Ye Jingjing raised her eyebrows, and then threw the Changhong Sword to Yan Fuping.
The three major aristocratic families, the ancestor of the Yan family, the old Wei of the Wei family, and the head of the Yan family, are the most powerful people besides Yong Ye Sheng.
Yan Fuping held the Changhong Sword and exerted all his strength. The Changhong Sword, which had been opened just now, was now motionless and not a single crack appeared.
Yan Fuping smiled heartily and returned the Changhong Sword to Ye Jingjing, "Master Qingyang is right. This sword is like the rainbow in the sky, full of righteousness, mysterious and suspenseful. Master Qingyang's weapon refining skills are getting more and more powerful."
Already."
Qingge raised her eyebrows, if that was the case, it would be troublesome.
She is not good at swords. The edge of the sword is not as sharp as the knife. The sword passes silently, and the knife comes out of the guillotine, leaving the body weeping with blood.
Perhaps the opening of the Changhong Sword came out of nowhere. Although Qingge pulled out the Changhong Sword, she felt nothing in her heart.
She thought that Ye Jingjing had no weapons on her body, so keeping the Changhong Sword on her body would also increase her strength. Not only that, but after getting the Changhong Sword and returning to Netherworld Island, Ye Jingjing would be more valued by the island owner.
A rainbow sword, Qingge thought very far.
Ye Jingjing shook the Changhong Sword and looked up and down.
Is this sword really that powerful?
Ye Jingjing became interested, put her hand on the hilt of the sword, exerted a slight force, her hand stopped, and her brows furrowed. It was really strong and difficult to pull out.
Ye Jingjing became more and more energetic. She filled her palms with dark elements, her eyes were fierce, and suddenly, in her pair of pitch-black pupils, there seemed to be mandalas slowly blooming in the depths of her eyes. For a moment, her eyes completely turned into deep purple, and a
This rich and deep color is mysterious, noble and cannot be blasphemed.
No one believed that Ye Jingjing could open the Changhong Sword.
She is different from Ye Qingge, who is cruel and ruthless, but she is an out-and-out cultivator. All the energy gathered in her Dantian is spiritual energy, and there is no other magazine or evil aura.
Although Ye Jingjing is young, her whole body exudes a demonic aura. There are misty dark elements flowing like smoke in her muscles and flesh. Once these pure dark elements gather and develop, the world will collapse and the earth will fall apart.
The Changhong Sword is so righteous and powerful, how could it be allowed to be opened by an evil person?
The dark elements are like poisonous snakes, entwining the Changhong Sword, and even tend to spread in all directions.
Spiritual master practitioners already hate dark masters. They hate the smell of dark elements. That smell is not for the nose, but for the soul, heart, and perception.
The atmosphere in the west courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion is particularly heavy.
Nocturnal Jingjing seemed to have a tree growing under her feet. The tree was black and lifeless, with dark purple vines extending from the roots of the tree and wrapping Nocturnal Jingjing.
In the spiritual world, Nightmare's voice trembled, "The body of darkness... Oh my god, what has this girl experienced? How can she have a body of darkness and a demonic heart?"
Qingge lowered his eyes, blood started to shine!
In the realm of nothingness, from the eternal stone left by Marquis Yingwu, a rich and magnetic male voice came out: "The body of darkness, the corpse of the Dark Lord above the tenth level, will leave behind dark elements with heavy Yin energy after decay, and the powerful Darkness
The master travels around the world, going to the corpse land to collect dark elements, and then takes the vitality of the dying person and seals it for ten years. After ten years, all the dark elements are integrated into one, becoming a real dark master.
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"The heart of the Yin Demon is called the Yin Demon Fate Star in the divination world. In the field of the Dark Master, the Heart of the Yin Demon is the seed of the Tree of Darkness. Once it takes root and sprouts, and sucks the heart of the Yin Demon, it can become the most powerful person."
A powerful dark master with terrifying strength and a demonic heart that will never be seen for thousands of years."
Under normal circumstances, the evil heart and the body of darkness will not appear in the same person.
Moreover, the body of darkness has no soul. Its formation depends entirely on the soul of the dark element in the body of the Venerable. It takes ten years to awaken.
Night Jingjing was not formed from the elements of darkness. On the contrary, her body was once full of spiritual energy. She had a father and a mother, but both parents died. How could she turn into a body of darkness when she already had a Yin Demon destiny star?
?
This is impossible.
Qingge's eyes were slightly red.
Nightmare began to miss this world.
It turns out that there are so many miracles and incredible things in the world, but he hasn’t seen enough of the scenery and scenery along the way.
It's a pity that he is just a poor creature living in someone else's body. He is just a fragile skeleton. He has no blood, flesh, or organs.
All eyes are on Ye Jingjing.
Ye Jingjing's face was expressionless, her eyes were purple and black, and black vines wrapped around her petite body, and then spread to the Changhong Sword.
Crystal white light, cool night.
In an instant, Ye Jingjing exerted her strength, and a crisp sound sounded.
Cha——
Cha——
The Changhong Sword was opened.
Ye Jingjing slowly pulled out the Changhong Sword, not as easily as Ye Qingge, but it was like the awakening of some kind of power.
The strong wind ruffled, and the silver light burst out from the Changhong Sword, illuminating the entire Luohua City. The turbulent power surged crazily like a tide.
Qing Ge saw this scene and finally understood.
It turns out that the owner of the Changhong Sword has already been chosen.
Qingge smiles.
Nocturnal Jingjing is a life born from the dark element, but she is not an evil person.
Perhaps it was the fusion of good and evil power in her body that attracted the Changhong Sword.
At that moment, the strong light covered Ye Jingjing's face, revealing only those shockingly beautiful eyes.
Then, the purple color in his eyes gradually faded, and the enchanting vines and tree roots turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared.
Ye Jingjing was surprised and curious.
The moment she pulled out the long sword, her soul seemed to have an extra link, connected to the Changhong Sword.
She could even feel the vitality of the Changhong Sword, which was a vigorous throbbing.
A very subtle feeling.
The silver light disappeared.
Ye Jingjing tilted her head and carefully observed the Changhong Sword in her hand, thinking that this broken sword might not be as bad as she imagined.
Still acceptable.
The corner of Ye Jingjing's mouth curled up into a smile.
Under the gauze of the bamboo hat, Feng Qingyang nodded lightly.
It seems that the decision to come to Luohua City this time is very correct.
Both weapons have their destiny.
Each has value.
Yong Yesheng secretly looked at Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang, what on earth are you thinking about?
Yong Yesheng pursed his lips tightly, his elegance remained the same, but he suddenly exuded a terrifying aura.