I Became the Villain’s Pendant

Ji Yunqing looked at Yin Miaorou and while talking, he wiped the blood of devils on the sword.

Feng Liuyun carefully looked at the pattern on the astrolabe in front of him and frowned his eyebrows, “The enhancement barrier is destroyed to that extent and our disciples won’t be able to support it for long. I went to the spiritual vein to check and tried to repair it but there is only one way to do so. That is to take out the Black Ice Scales under the spiritual veins.”

That piece of Black Ice Scales were not the former scales of spiritual nightmare.

No doubt that the scales of the spiritual nightmare could suppress the devilish energy, but it was mainly aimed at Yin Xuezhuo. For other devils, it would not cause a frightening effect. Feng Liuyun and Yin Miaorou discussed for many days at first, and finally decided to use scales of Yin Xuezhuo after transforming to a devil. By fighting fire with fire, using Yin Xuezhuo’s internal breath to frighten the devils out there.

At the beginning, they suppressed Yin Xuezhuo under Lianyuan, imitating Ming Shu and still cut off all his scales in case of emergency.

It was indeed useful but they didn’t expect that the plan of using Black Ice Scales to attract the spiritual vein would be discovered quickly by Yin Xuezhuo. He wanted to retrieve his own things that he ran directly into the spiritual veins. He was not afraid of the counterattack.

Feng Liuyun groaned, “We must first take out the Black Ice Scales underneath, replace them with new magic weapons and reassemble the spiritual vein. There must be no delay or else when the enchantment barrier here is completely destroyed, Chi Yang will lead the group of devils to break into Linshuang City. We are unable to defend that.”

There were too many devils, not to mention that the legendary devil dragon, Chi Yang’s original form was so enormous that it only needed to fly around the city for one round. All the houses will collapse, there will be giant earthquakes and landslides and no one will be spared from death.

Ji Yunqing had a solemn expression and the woman in the psychic mirror also showed a worried look.

“Blame me.” After a long while, she lowered her eyes and let out a sigh, “I should have killed him in the first place. If it weren’t for me, how would so many people die in his hands? In the final analysis, he just wanted to avenge me.”

Ji Yan heard Yin Xuezhuo beside her let out a sneer.

That sneer came out of his throat, matching with his gloomy expression at the moment, he looked more like a pervert.

The demon was really unhappy.

Ji Yan perked her ears up and listened for a while. Sure enough, Yin Miaorou blamed herself at first, and the two men inside began to feel sorry for her and began to persuade her. There was no point in continuing listening to them. Ji Yan thought it better to walk quickly so she reached out and pulled Yin Xuezhuo.

He didn’t move.

Yin Xuezhuo did not look good.

His pupils were glowing a strange red and dense black veins grew on the back of his hands. Prominent joints were glowing palish.

His jet-black long hair was flowing without any wind blowing.

As if he would transform into his original form in the next moment and rush in to kill them.

She couldn’t let him run away recklessly.

Ji Yan gritted her teeth and threw away the quilt on her body. She dashed into his arms, using her four limbs to hold him back.

——Devil Lord! Look at me! Look at me! Calm down! Let’s leave first!

Yin Xuezhuo only felt the monstrous killing intent in his chest and there was only the word “kill” in his head. The scenes of the past flashed in front of his eyes and the scenes were bloody, like old sores transforming into pus and blood, spoilt into the bones.

The hatred that has been buried for so many years seemed to be wiped out in an instant.

His hands were condensed with spiritual power and he couldn’t wait to ruin everything now. Kill everyone, slaughter Linshuang City and use the psychic mirror to tell Yin Miaorou that she will die next.

But before he did it, he felt a small ball of thing dashed into his arms.

Warm, soft, short limbs were pulling him, arching desperately.

She was attempting to get his attention.