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Ever since his wife left the heavenly lake to train under her master, Sword Devil Ni Qiankun had been waiting for his wife's beautiful voice in the demon's palace.

After Ying Nujiao left his son to Ni Qiankun, she went on to be both a father and mother, pulling his son along with him as she grew up.

With a demon seed in his body, if he didn't continue to cultivate the demonic path, he would die. As a result, he could only sink deeper into the demonic path. It was unspeakably bitter to endure four hours of cold and heat daily.

That child gradually grew up and in the blink of an eye, he was already three years old. Ni Qiankun enjoyed this joy, and was at ease.

On this day, at noon, Ni Qiankun was struck by the flame poison again, causing his entire body to burn like coal. He had to fight the flame.

At this time, a child walked in and called out, "Father, what's wrong? Why is it so scary? "

In his haziness, Ni Qiankun saw the child. Looking at him again, no matter how he looked, he looked like Ju Zi Meng Sheng.

He suddenly had an urge in his heart as all he could think of was the secret romance between his wife Ying Nujiao and Meng Sheng. All sorts of thoughts ran through his mind.

Ni Qiankun immediately became ecstatic, waved his hand and struck towards the child. The child released a blood-curdling screech as he died on the spot.

Ni Qiankun acted as if nothing had happened and continued to circulate his energy to suppress the scorching heat.

When Ni Qiankun finally regained control of the Genuine Qi in his body, he woke up from his stupor and saw his son lying in a pool of blood. He remembered that he had killed his own son by mistake.

Ni Qiankun was in great grief. He cried like a spring as he lay on his son's body.

As a result, Ni Qiankun's will changed and he became even more cynical. In the end, he killed his own master and became the new Sword Devil.

At that time, the Devil Sect was flourishing with talents, and there was even a towering devil palace. The group of demons was led by Ni Qiankun, who was the leader of the demons, and it was rather impressive.

It was just that in the dead of night, he often felt guilty for mistakenly killing his own son and not being able to do it himself. He missed her wife Ying Nujiao even more. He wanted to see her, but he was also afraid of meeting her. He didn't know what kind of terrible blow the death of his son would bring to his wife, and how Ying Nujiao would treat him, the murderer of his son.

What he was worried about had finally arrived. After another two years, Ying Nujiao came to the Demon Palace.

Ni Qiankun could only pretend to be cold and heartless so that Ying Nujiao would be ruthless. When Ying Nujiao suggested to use the Jade Cauldron Art to remove the magic core and recover his appearance, he also rejected her mercilessly.

Other than feeling sad, Ying Nujiao asked about the whereabouts of his son. Ni Qiankun could only lie and ridicule, causing Ying Nujiao to finally pull out his sword to fight it out. Ni Qiankun did not want to fight with his wife, so he dodged and allowed the people from the Demon Palace to fight with Ying Nujiao.

When Ying Nujiao won the battle of devils, Ni Qiankun was hiding in the darkness and saw his wife set fire to the majestic Devil Palace.

After that, Ying Nujiao went to the Yanmen and looked for Ni Qiankun a few times.

Until the day before the last battle between Ni Qiankun and Ni Qiankun, Ni Qiankun had already felt that he would lose the battle the next day, and told this miserable past to his successor. He Yun, the only ones he felt sorry for in his entire life were his wife and children.

Ni Qiankun wanted to keep this a secret forever so that his wife would always have a sliver of hope, thinking that her son was still alive. He was only worried that his wife wouldn't be able to bear the blow if she knew the truth.

Amongst the embers of the Demon Palace, that shoe was the only thing that Ni Qiankun had found that belonged to his son. Ni Qiankun kept it with him the whole time, accompanying it throughout the day and night.

When Guan Zhongxie finished, Ying Nujiao was already full of tears. Her body could no longer support itself. She fell to the ground, trembling uncontrollably.

"Qiankun, I was wrong to blame you. Lin'er, you died a miserable death! "

The story of blood and tears, the blow of losing her loved ones, made Ying Nujiao feel as if she had been struck by lightning.

Guan Zhongxie recounted this past story as he secretly gathered energy.

Originally, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to find the location of her son, so Ying Nujiao definitely wouldn't forgive him.

There was a huge difference between him and Ying Nujiao's martial arts, but Guan Zhongxie was aware of this. Once Ying Nujiao got angry, with her strength to slaughter demons and burn the Demon Palace to ashes, who could resist?

Therefore, he could only gamble everything he had, regardless of the large amount of Genuine Qi s he had to take Ying Nujiao's life.

Seeing that Ying Nujiao seemed to be immersed in her grief, and had completely lost all sense of direction. Guan Zhongxie suddenly roared out, and flew up into the sky like an eagle. His left hand extended out with its talons, and the demonic shadows rustled, striking straight at Xiang Bu, the ugly brat who had ruined his plans.

Xiang Bu did not expect Guan Zhongxie to possess such power even after being heavily injured. He anxiously wanted to dodge, but how could Xiang Bu avoid Guan Zhongxie's unique skill of "Concentrating Claws"? In that moment, Xiang Bu's frail and weak body was shrouded by his endless demonic shadows. Guan Zhongxie was annoyed that Xiang Bu had messed up his plans and betrayed her. He only wanted to take his life to vent his anger.

With a weng sound, a loud whistling sound was heard. With a flash of white light, Ying Nujiao threw out the Longsword. Like a silver dragon, it stabbed into the center of Guan Zhongxie's back.

This was a sword strike that Ying Nujiao had just used up all of her agglomeration of Genuine Qi s.

Even so, Ying Nujiao's strike was still shockingly powerful. That silver dragon whistled through the air as it approached. The sharp sword tip was enough for Guan Zhongxie to pierce through his heart with one sword. If Guan Zhongxie took Xiang Bu's life, it would be as easy as flipping her hand, but at the same time, he would also be killed by the flying blade.

What a good Guan Zhongxie, his reaction speed was extraordinary. In the air, the iron hand that was trying to grab Xiang Bu suddenly retracted back and changed into the flying sword behind him. With a "Zheng" sound, sparks flew in all directions, and metals clanged. Guan Zhongxie had actually cut off five of his fingers on one of his iron hands.

The sword was not like the Ares-class who could cut through iron like mud, but rather, make decisions based on the sound of the wind. It was just that when Ying Nujiao's transcendent divine might was infused into the sword, it was only able to cut off five of Guan Zhongxie's fingers.

This metal hand was much better than ordinary people. It could block weapons, and it could also be used to receive hidden weapons. If the opponent's weapon was poisoned, this iron hand would not be harmed in the slightest. It could be said that half of Guan Zhongxie's devil arts could only be displayed with this metal hand.

Guan Zhongxie was knowledgeable, with a leap, he rushed out of the door.

Outside the house, there were only two terrifying screams, and then Guan Zhongxie burst out laughing. The laughter went on and on, and soon disappeared out of the corridor.

Ying Nujiao cried: "Pitiful! metal wind and jade Lu have been viciously harmed by Guan Zhongxie. "

When Xiang Bu went out of the door to take a look, he saw that the two beautiful girls who were standing at the entrance of the pavilion just a moment ago were already lying in a pool of blood. Two rows of teeth marks appeared on the necks of the two martial practitioners. Their bodies had been drained of their blood, and they were now two dried corpses.

When Xiang Bu saw such a terrifying scene, he could not help but feel a chill in his body.

At this moment, Ying Ruyu, who had fallen to the ground, felt even more sorrowful. Although these two female attendants were not her disciples, they were raised by her. It could be said that they were mutually dependent. She had just learned the grievous news of her son, and now she had lost the two girls who had accompanied her for so many years and treated her like a daughter. All the attacks came in quick succession.

She felt that it was meaningless for her to continue to live. She could not help but turn into ashes and wallow in the feeling of death.

But before she died, she had one more thing to do. It was the young Xiang Bu who was outside the door, and the magic seed had not yet been removed. She had promised to take Xiang Bu as her disciple, but she had not fulfilled her promise.

Therefore, Ying Nujiao called out, "Young Master Xiang, please come this way."

Xiang Bu, who was still in shock, walked into the house. He saw that Ying Nujiao had stopped crying and a smile was still plastered on her face. He thought it was strange, "This Palace Mistress of Miaoxuan Palace, how can he still smile at this time?"

How could he have known that at this very moment, Ying Nujiao had already put everything down. After taking care of this matter with Xiang Bu, she could go and chase after her own husband and son. This was a peerless laughter, an absolute performance at the end of one's life.

Ying Nujiao asked: "Young Master Xiang, is your father Xiang Shaolong?" Xiang Bu nodded. Ying Nujiao said gratifyingly: "Luckily I met Young Master Xiang, otherwise, this old one's martial arts would have been lost. Since your father is a hero of the times, then as this old one's disciple, this old one is relieved. "

Xiang Bu asked: "Does senior not have any other successors?" Ying Nujiao shook her head and said sorrowfully: "Now that I am alone, I no longer have a single family member in this world."

She looked at Xiang Bu and revealed a trace of yearning, "For my Lin'er to be able to live until now, he must be at least two of your age."

A thought suddenly appeared in Xiang Bu's mind, he knelt on the ground and said: "Senior, since you have no children, then let me, Xiang Bu, be your son." Hearing this, Ying Nujiao was first overjoyed, but then she hesitated: "Your father, Xiang Shaolong, will he agree?"

Xiang Bu thought to himself, I was originally going to adopt it, so I already have two fathers and two mothers. So he patted his chest and said, "No problem. If my dad knew, he'd be so happy. "

Hearing him say that, Ying Nujiao's face revealed a joyous smile, and said: "Good child, then I'll call you Bu'Er." Xiang Bu then kowtowed and affectionately called out "Mother".

This cunning little Xiang Bu had a natural gift for acting.

When she left Ni Qiankun and joined his sect, her son was still learning how to speak. It could be said that she had never heard anyone call her mother. At this time, the voice of Xiang Bu's mother made her feel very comfortable and wonderful.

Just because of this "Mother", Ying Nujiao had decided on a big matter.

She waved his hand and said, "Bu'er, come over to me." Xiang Bu did not know what she was planning to do, so he went over. Ying Nujiao lovingly said: "Let me touch you." Xiang Bu thought that since she was so anxious, she would let her caress him.

Ying Nujiao rubbed her nose, forehead, and cheeks using her withered, rattan like hands, making Xiang Bu feel uncomfortable all over.

Suddenly, Ying Nujiao turned his withered hand over and placed it on top of Xiang Bu's head.

A vast wave of Genuine Qi s shot out from Ying Nujiao's withered hand, piercing through the top of Xiang Bu's head and into his dantian from Bai Hui.