Chapter 217 Who says that women are not as good as men?

Except for the woman in the green dress who is a human cultivation, the other people are actually spirit beasts. The girl in the pink dress can't see the real body at all!

And the man in white with a jade crown turned out to be a nine-tailed silver fox, and it was also the cultivation in the early stage of the god!

The silver fox family is the king of the wolf clan. Basically, every silver fox has great magic power and has the supreme status in the silver fox family! Compared with such a nine-tailed silver fox monk, his ability is even more incredible!

In fact, in terms of cultivation, Luo Mu can only feel that this nun who calls herself a senior is absolutely above her former self, but because she advanced to the early stage of becoming a god ten thousand years ago, she respectfully calls herself a senior.

Thinking of this, Luo Mu looked at Ye Ziyan beside him again. At this glance, Ye Ziyan slowly opened her eyes at this time.

The expression on Luo Mu's face can no longer be described as shock. Others don't know, but she knows that it took her a full day to understand the use of the demon sword!

One day is already the shortest time to understand among the successive masters of the Demon Sword. And this woman actually realized that it only took a few hours!

The corners of Mu's mouth suddenly raised her first smile since she appeared, which was also her first smile in more than 10,000 years.

Who said that women are not as good as men? Luo Mu was like this at that time, and so is this nun now.

As a woman, she is also proud and gratified about this woman. In this woman, she seems to have seen herself.

Seeing the smile on Luo Mu's face, Ye Ziyan was a little surprised and politely punched her: "Thank you for your help!" Then, a green bead came out of her hand, which was the lock beads.

Although it was only the first time to meet, Ye Ziyan could fully feel that Luo Mu sincerely helped her.

Because after fully understanding the mind of the Zhumo Sword, she can already feel that there is a trace of connection between herself and the Zhumo Sword.

Luo Mu stared at the lock pearl. She wanted to touch it, but she knew that she couldn't do it. She let countless crystals flow in her eyes and couldn't calm down for a long time.

And Ye Ziyan has also been holding the lock beads for Luo Mu. If Le Haoshi can see this scene, he will definitely close his eyes. Because of the woman he has been thinking about, he has him in his heart, and it is very deep.

Suddenly, Ye Ziyan seemed to think of something. Countless colorful lights flashed in her hand and fell into the lock beads.

After a while, a green picture finally appeared in front of several people.

This picture is the picture of Le Haoshi before the clouds dissipated. Le Haoshi, the man with thick eyebrows, the affection in his eyes and the concern in his eyes.

When it comes to Luo Mu, the face of obsessiveness and pity, the determination and fearlessness of his face when he scattered all his cultivation to repair the lock beads.

Under the world, only Luo Mu understands the meaning of it.

Ten thousand years ago, he exhausted his life for her; ten thousand years later, he disappeared for her and lost the opportunity to reincarnation.

But why not? After returning from a change that year, I only left this wisp of soul...

Sometimes exist, and soon she will turn into nothingness.

Since there is no fate in this life, there is no afterlife.

So the two remnant souls that have disappeared, but will they still meet in a certain place?

Suddenly, Luo Mufei turned into a wisp of red light and disappeared into the lock beads. The golden light that originally wrapped her suddenly flashed and flew into the sword of the demon.

"Senior!" All this came so suddenly that Ye Ziyan only had time to call, and Luo Mu had completely disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

At this time, everyone rushed to Ye Ziyan's side in surprise and stared at the motionless lock beads.

Unwaiting everyone's questions, Ye Ziyan's magic sword in her hand suddenly emitted a dazzling light and trembled.

Dai frowned slightly. Ye Ziyan understood the reason for the shaking of the Zhumo Sword. It turned out that the remnant soul of Luo Mu had been the sword spirit of the Zhumo Sword.

Now Luo Mu has gone, and when the sword spirit returns to the Zhumo sword, the Zhumo sword is no longer a treasure, but a Taoist weapon.

No wonder the sword with such a momentum of the Demon Sword has never exerted its due spiritual power. It turns out that the sword spirit does not exist.

But Ye Ziyan, who thought of this scene, was even more depressed. She knew how to use the Jade Demon Sword. When its previous owner left and his master was completely asleep, the Jade Demon Sword was actually establishing contact with her!

That is to say, this magic sword is becoming Ye Ziyan's magic weapon!

It's not that Ye Ziyan doesn't love money, but that this demon sword is a sword handed down by successive masters of Qingyan City. In this way, it fell into her own hands. How can she face Guo Yunfeng?

Although there is no possibility of intersection, it always feels indeed by occupying other people's magic weapons.

However, Ye Ziyan did not dare to stop the Zhumo Sword from establishing contact with herself, because once it is stopped, the Zhumo Sword is likely to be unbearable and destroyed. Once the demon sword is destroyed, I'm afraid Guo Yunfeng will never wake up again.

In the eyes of everyone, the Zhumo Sword shines brightly, which seems to be much more powerful. Only the purple spirit, who is also the body of the weapon spirit, is full of smiles. Only she knows that the Zhumo Sword is establishing contact with her master at this moment.

When this kind of connection is established, then the demon sword is the owner, and it is a magic weapon to take the initiative to establish a connection. From then on, except for Ye Ziyan, the owner of the demon sword can only be Ye Ziyan!

Finally, I don't know how long it took, the Jade Demon Sword finally made a clear sound of dragon chanting, and suddenly a dazzling golden light flew out of Guo Yunfeng's room quickly, and disturbed many circles in Wuyouyuan before coming back.

Of course, the Zhumo sword circled a few times for only a few moments, and then obediently fell on Ye Ziyan's palm.

Looking at such a submissive Zhumo sword, Ye Ziyan shook her head with tears and laughter. Since Guo Yunfeng fell into a coma, the Zhumo sword has been gloomy, and today it has restored its Taoist identity. It is rare for it to give up.

It was not until this moment that the rest of them understood that the Zhumo Sword was Ye Ziyan's magic weapon, but it seemed that this Zhumo Sword was a Laipi sword, um, Laipi.

Then Ye Ziyan explored a divine knowledge into the Zhumo Sword and looked for the breath of Guo Yunfeng little by little. Fortunately, the Zhumo Sword has sealed itself independently for so many years, otherwise it is even more remote to find him.

In this way, after a few days and nights, Ye Ziyan finally found the breath belonging to Guo Yunfeng in a corner.

Guo Yunfeng's breath was forced in a small corner by the spiritual power of the demon sword, but he still stood straight, facing the golden wall around him with his hands, calmly.

"Yan'er, is that you?" Feeling Ye Ziyan's breath, Guo Yunfeng, who was still indifferent, suddenly turned around with a smile on his face.

Ye Ziyan nodded and said calmly, "It's me. I'll take you out."

Guo Yunfeng seemed to think of something. His original smile suddenly dispersed and turned into a sad face: "Yan'er, do you still blame me?"

Ye Ziyan knew the reason why this breath was so straightforward, because at this moment, she came into contact with Guo Yunfeng's most real existence, without any disguise and without physical treatment.

"Let it pass. I don't blame you, and I hope you can open this knot!" Ye Ziyan shook her head and smiled faintly.

"Uh-huh!" Hearing this sentence, Guo Yunfeng actually smiled happily like a child, brilliantly and flawless.

What makes Ye Ziyan most unacceptable is that Guo Yunfeng's breath actually stretched out his hand to himself, which means to take him out by himself?

Looking at the hand stretched out to her, Ye Ziyan suddenly remembered Guo Yunfeng, who also stretched out his hand to him many years ago. At that time, he was superior. Those hands are powerful and soft, warm and intimate.

Even in the days when she hated him the most, Ye Ziyan always remembered his warm smile and soft and safe hands. But the more so, the more Ye Ziyan hates herself.