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That's right, this person's face was obviously Fen Ye, the young master of the devil race in his previous life. Later on, he unified the devil race, led them to invade this place, and massacred the five great sects.

The black-clothed man was momentarily stunned when he heard Yan Qingyang's words. He suddenly started laughing, and his laughter turned the world pale again. "Heh heh, what is this name? Alright, I like it. In the future, I'll be called Fen Ye! "

"However …" Fen Ye narrowed his eyes, "Why are you alright?"

Yan Qingyang had just recovered from his shock. She gripped her longsword and couldn't help but take two steps back. Her gaze towards Fen Ye grew even more vigilant as she said, "The master-servant contract you spoke about just now was for me to do what you said …" "Demonic slaves?"

"Hehe, that's right!" Fen Ye swung his wide black sleeve, and his right hand held onto the hood, "As one of my ten thousand devil servants, how is it that you can obtain such a strong power?"

"No need!" Yan Qingyang took another step back.

She hadn't thought that she would actually meet Fen Ye under such circumstances. The current Fen Ye looked extremely powerful, but how could he be in the Cloudflower Sect? No wonder the Demon race in his previous life had suffered first at the hands of the Cloud Flower Sect. Could it be that from now on, Fen Ye would develop his demonic slaves in the Cloud Flower Sect? This was a huge matter and he had to let the Sovereign know.

"Ha ha!" When Fen Ye heard Yan Qingyang's answer, he chuckled softly. His voice was already full of danger and ruthlessness. "I never forced others to do anything, but since you've recognized me, I'll have to make an exception!"

With that, he put on the hood and raised his hands. The sleeves of his loose robe fluttered in the wind.

Not good! This fellow was quite strong at the moment. Yan Qingyang was incredibly anxious and wanted to shout out loud, but he couldn't say a single word when he opened his mouth. When she ran away, she discovered that she couldn't move at all.

It's over. Could it be that my fate in this life is to become a demonic slave? From today onwards, I will have my conscience erased and will become a walking corpse. Will I only act according to the requirements of Fen Ye? Yan Qingyang was sweating with anxiety.

Suddenly, a series of cries rang out. Yan Qingyang felt his arm empty and the rice ball stuck its head out again. It quickly took a look and then retracted its head, licking Yan Qingyang's arm with its tongue.

Suddenly, Yan Qingyang felt that she could move again. She grasped her longsword and rushed towards Fen Ye. Behind her was a closed off dead end. She couldn't go any further and could only run out through the gap in Fen Ye's defenses.

When Fen Ye saw that Yan Qingyang could move, he couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise. He put down his arms and blocked Yan Qingyang, saying, "What kind of spirit beast do you have? Show it to me! "

Yan Qingyang warily covered his sleeves, and the rice ball stuck its head out from within and cried out a few times into Fen Ye's fierce wails.

Fen Ye's eyes were filled with fear, and this caught Yan Qingyang's attention.

At this moment, loud noises came from outside, "We haven't seen her in this place. She must be hiding here. Everyone, quickly come over. She's really a cunning girl. Let's capture her. There's nothing to see about her!"

"Ha ha!" Fen Ye revealed a smile, "Look, they're looking for us! I'll be leaving first. How about this, if you go back on your word and want to become my demonic slave, you just have to call out my name! "

Finished speaking, Fen Ye turned around and left like the wind, gradually turning into a cloud of dust.

Then, amidst the sound of footsteps, a dozen or so cultivators angrily rushed over. Their leader was the tall cultivator, and behind him was the gorgeous female cultivator. When the tall cultivator saw Yan Qingyang, his face darkened, "Good! "He actually killed our people, brothers, kill her for me!"

A dozen or so people rushed over like bees from a chrysalis. Yan Qingyang retreated continuously, his heart racing as he didn't know what to do.

"Yan Qingyang, Yan Qingyang, are you there?" "Come out quickly!" Suddenly, a shout came from outside. Yan Qingyang was overjoyed. This voice belonged to Murong Yan.

At the same time, another person shouted, "Everyone from the mine, come out!"

The other dozen male cultivators all revealed expressions of fear and quickly backed out. The tall male cultivator also snorted and turned around to leave, but only the gorgeous female cultivator walked over and waved at Yan Qingyang. She sneered and turned around to leave.

Yan Qingyang was filled with doubt. He didn't know when he had offended this female cultivator, nor did he know why she had waved her hand at him. She brushed her sleeves and stuffed the rice ball back into her pocket.

Outside, Murong Yan was still shouting, "Yan Qingyang, are you dead? "Hurry up and come out!"

Yan Qingyang hurriedly walked out of the cave. The moment he left the cave, he saw Murong Yan angrily standing on top of a tall rock while the group of punished cultivators lowered their heads, not daring to even breathe.

Seeing Yan Qingyang come out, Murong Yan's eyes lit up. He flipped up his robe and walked to Yan Qingyang's side, pushing her away. He grabbed her arm and said viciously, "Why are you so slow!?" This young noble does not have that much time, do you know?! "

When Yan Qingyang saw that Murong Yan's complexion was still the same and his face still smelly, he was also very excited. He said happily, "Are you alright?"

Murong Yan snorted. "You should still worry about yourself! I will always be better than you! " He nodded towards the manager of the black iron mine as he spoke, grabbed Yan Qingyang's arm and hopped onto his flying sword before speeding off.

The two of them had just flown for a short while when two people came face to face. It was Luo Xing and an ordinary disciple.

Luo Xing stopped Murong Yan and said, "Senior brother Murong, the Yan Qingyang in your possession is a felon of our Crimson Core Peak. You have no right to take her away without permission. Please hand her over to me!"

"Humph!" Murong Yan snorted, "You say that a felon is a felon? You can be locked up on your own, why can't I take it away on my own? "

The sword in his hand flew straight towards Luo Xing.

The sword flew past her hair and cut off a strand of her hair.

Soon, he brought Yan Qingyang to a cave abode. The cave abode was on the Hundred Refinement Peak, and it was also the best one. There was plenty of spirit energy and there were no spiritual flowers or plants outside, but there were many fruit trees.

The two of them landed. Yan Qingyang scanned the area and asked, "Is this your cave?" Are you the Hundred Smelting Clan's Master's direct disciple? "

Murong Yan snorted and nodded his head.

Yan Qingyang sighed. Indeed, like in his previous life, Murong Yan had become the Hundred Smelting Clan's Peak Master's direct disciple. It seemed that his identity as the young son of the Murong Family had been exposed.

"Qingyang, it really is you. You're back?" Suddenly, a clear voice could be heard.