Chapter 89 The Sad Mo Chen

The black fog continued to condense, and it became even more intense than before.

In the end, a figure appeared.

"Oh, it's just a contract with your main soul."

The three-eyed tiger combed its white hair, and now this black mist has become Jiang Cheng's subordinate, its status is not as high as it is, and it is not in the eye.

"You, you goddamn tiger demon, I trust you so much in vain!"

He's not stupid either, that kind of contract, the Destiny Realm can't touch at all.

It must have been taught to him by the Three-Eyed Tiger when he just transmitted the sound.

"You actually betrayed me!"

The black mist is crazy, if it is not far from its heyday, if it can't beat this dead tiger, it is estimated that it will rush up to destroy it.

"You can't say that."

"You don't think it's a loss, because by signing a contract with him, the soul has been greatly supplemented, 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 anything in return for doing good deeds, just keep it in your heart."

As a coercive king who can keep pace with Brother Cheng, the Three-Eyed Tiger's words are also maddening.

"you you……"

If he had a body, Black Mist would probably vomit blood with anger.

"Okay, okay, now you know your situation too."

"You know what to do."

If he hadn't completely subdued, Jiang Cheng would definitely not keep him.

Although he is not afraid of death, but other disciples are afraid, he will not leave hidden dangers in Feixianmen.

The black fog was silent for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh.

"Is there any other choice I have?"

The existence of being able to become an immortal does not know how many years he has lived.

Jiang Cheng was very satisfied with his attitude change.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't act like a demon, I won't embarrass you, and I will give you enough respect."

"Thank you!"

The human figure formed by the black fog bowed slightly and let out a sigh of relief.

He knew that Jiang Cheng had no need to make this promise.

If someone else gets his main soul mark, his end will be extremely miserable.

Respect doesn't exist.

"Okay, tell me your history."

"How did you come to my Feixianmen?"

The black fog sighed again, and this sound seemed to have exhausted the vicissitudes of life.

"All of this stemmed from a battle between fairy and demon thousands of years ago. At that time, Donglin Tianyu tried to annex..."

After the first sentence, Jiang Cheng couldn't listen anymore.

Can you come up with something that people can understand, the immortal and demon battle is too far away from him, he doesn't catch a cold at all, and he doesn't want to mix it up.

"Stop, stop, focus. First of all, what's your name, who's your name?"

"Cough, okay, Ben... This immortal's name is Mo Chen, and there is a title called Immortal Venerable Anju."

What nonsense Immortal Venerable, Jiang Cheng glanced at him, suspicious that he was bragging.

Because this guy was hesitating just now, and it seems that he is raising his own weight, it is estimated that he is also a good face.

"So why did you, an immortal, come here?"

"At that time, the two immortals and demons attacked each other, and there were countless casualties. The old man also participated in the battle. Once, he was besieged by the group of demon cultivators and was seriously injured, and almost died."

Mo Chen sighed in a low voice: "At that time, the war fluctuated too much, and there was a gap between the barrier between the Immortal Realm and the Nether Realm, and the old man's soul escaped."

"And then? It's been thousands of years, why are you still here?"

"When I came down from Immortal Realm, the old man's primordial spirit was suppressed by the rules, and the main soul imprint was also knocked down at that time."

"The only remaining remnant soul has been attached to the companion demon... ah no, the companion fairy is on the blood fairy blade, otherwise it would have dissipated long ago."

Brother Cheng and the three-eyed tiger looked at him faintly at the same time, with very subtle expressions.

Brother, you seem to have said a magic word just now, are you bullying our ears?

The scene was awkward for a while.

The black mist that Mo Chen's remnant soul had transformed into floated in place and remained silent.

After a full minute of silence,

He seemed to be slowing down.

"Do you think I'm a magician?"

Demon cultivators often act perversely and evilly. Any normal cultivator will keep aloof when they hear these two words, and even hate them deeply.

"Hahaha, how is that possible, the old man is the most orthodox righteous monk, from the Immortal Sect camp!"

"If you don't believe me, go to Xianyu to inquire about it. I am secretly concerned about the reputation of Xianzun Mo Chen, that is praised wherever I go!"

We can't go to Xianyu, how can I find out? Isn't it just how you make it up?

Seeing that Jiang Cheng and the Three-Eyed Tiger still didn't believe it, he stopped drinking in a hurry to prove his innocence.

"I'm at odds with the demon cultivator!"

The three-eyed tiger rolled his eyelids: "Really?"

"Of course! This old man hates demon cultivators the most in his life. Seeing one kills another, seeing a group kill a group!"

"When I was young, the old man made a big wish that in this life, he should take destroying the devil as his responsibility..."

Mo Chen spoke impassively and loudly.

Jiang Cheng can't stand it anymore, brother, you have exposed it. In order to cover up your identity, it is really unprincipled, and you directly backstab your own camp.

It seems that you have done a lot of shameless things before, right?

"Okay, okay, I don't care if you are a demon or an immortal. All I care about is where is that magic weapon that turns the blood demon blade?"

"That's a fairy blade, a fairy weapon..."

Mo Chen is still correcting there.

"Actually, you've seen it for a long time. It's the trophy you got from the Duanmu family before."

Blood Blade?

That seventh-order magic weapon? Duanmu family heirloom?

To be honest, Jiang Cheng didn't care much after he got it back.

One is that he is not using a knife, and the other is that he thinks the bright red knife looks a bit penetrating.

I really didn't expect that this thing turned out to be a fairy?

After some explanation, he understood the whole story.

After escaping into the lower realm that year, Mo Chen's remnant soul has been hidden in the blood-turning demon blade.

Since the imprint of the main soul is gone, coupled with the suppression of the rules of the lower realm, he cannot appear in the outside world at all, otherwise he will easily be scattered.

He could only rely on the immortal soul and essence of the blood-turning demon blade to survive, barely hanging on to death.

Time flies, thousands of years have passed, the blood-turning demon blade has been continuously absorbed by him, and the rank has also dropped all the way.

From the fairy tool finally fell to the eighth-order spiritual tool.

Immortal soul has long been exhausted, and he didn't have many years to live.

But at this time, the blood-turning demon blade was found by the ancestors of the Duanmu family by chance.

As if the Duanmu family had obtained a treasure, they regarded this spiritual tool as a reliance on the rise of the family.

They also indeed developed from a small family that was not in the mainstream to one of the later Qinglan House double tyrants.

It wasn't until the Spirit Tool was downgraded again that they realized something was wrong.

The Duanmu family thought that the spiritual tool would be damaged after being used. How could they know that there was an immortal living in it, who had been absorbing the last remaining essence of the spiritual tool.

After that, they used the blood pool to warm up and temporarily stabilized at level 7.

And Mo Chen's remnant soul inside is too weak and can't resist the rules of the lower realm, so he is too lazy to take the lead and let them toss.

The blood pond had an extremely weak effect on him, and he could only barely let him continue to hang his breath and not die.

This time, after Jiang Cheng brought the blood-turning blade into Feixianmen, it was left behind in the treasure house.

Originally, Mo Chen could not live long without the blood pool, but Feixianmen had a three-eyed tiger, a demon king.

Its strength far surpassed those of the Duanmu family, and the blood-turning demon blade itself, as well as the aura inside it that was obviously higher than the lower realm, was keenly sensed by it.

So it stole the spirit tool out, and after some exploration, Mo Chen couldn't hide it.