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Chapter 207: Damn it, my disciple is the Demon Lord 26

Following the route she remembered, Shi Qing had a smooth journey and the guard at the door let her in as usual.

Going down the stairs one by one, there were unusually few people in Mingyuan Pavilion, and no one stopped her on the last three floors.

The air was silent, with a faint sense of weirdness. Shi Qing only paused for less than half a second before continuing to walk down.

The pattern on the coffin is the magic of the underworld. Shi Qing asked Yue Xianxian and found the corresponding solution from the old man in the mirror.

After some effort, the iron chain broke, and a strong evil spirit came out from the gap. When the coffin was opened, there was a long sword about two inches long, the whole body was red, engraved with the pattern of fire, and the hilt was pure black.

Shi Qing took it out. The sword energy on it was fierce and domineering, rushing forward as if to tear people apart.

His fingertips brushed over them one by one. The sword blade was smooth and sharp, and the hilt was rough, a bit like holding a rugged tree root.

Just as he put the sword into the storage ring, a chaotic sound of footsteps approached from the stairs.

Shi Qing sped up, and a ghostly voice sounded faintly behind him.

"What is this, Master Priest?"

The tone of voice was extremely slow, with ups and downs, and the pronunciation and intonation of the words were manipulated in a thousand ways, revealing a sense of nonchalant confidence everywhere.

Shi Qing turned around slowly, the shadow cast by the large dark purple cloak covering her eyes. She imitated Yue Xianxian's tone, "Just now I saw a strange person breaking into the Mingyuan Pavilion, so I came to investigate."

"So that's it."

Ye Xuan seemed to be thinking about something, and his words suddenly became cold, "Why are you still standing there? Didn't you hear what the priest said? Go check it out quickly. If there is anything missing, I will only ask you!"

The right protector raised his hand and called the guards behind him to search.

Still as moody as ever.

Shi Qing wasn’t sure if her actions just now had been seen, so she stood there without moving.

Ye Xuan folded her hands, her narrow eyes fixed on the coffin behind her.

Left intact.

"It was thanks to the vigilance and diligence of the High Priest that this happened. Otherwise, the Scarlet Sky Sword would have really been stolen by thieves."

"Chixiao Sword?" Shi Qing hesitated.

"That's right," Ye Xuan said with a hint of pride, "The Demon Lord spent a lot of effort to refine this Scarlet Sky Sword. It has a strong evil aura and can kill people easily. I heard that just being scratched by the sword aura can cause bleeding. If the Demon Lord hadn't been sealed back then, this sword wouldn't have ended up in the Underworld Sea."

Shi Qing felt a little depressed.

This is not the Blood Demon Sword.

But apart from the Mingyuan Pavilion, where else in the Ming Clan is suitable for sealing the Blood Demon Sword?

"By the way, Master Priest, some details of the sacrificial ceremony the day after tomorrow still need your review. Please follow me."

Shi Qing nodded slightly, "Yes."

He followed Ye Xuan calmly. During the operation, the number of guards in the palace had obviously increased compared to yesterday, with greetings coming one after another every ten meters.

Even Ye Xuan brought more than a dozen people with him, following closely behind him.

"The day after tomorrow will be the sacrificial ceremony. During these two days, we must strictly guard the entrances and exits of the Underworld Sea and Mountain. No one is allowed to enter or leave."

Ye Xuan pushed open the door of the Pluto Palace and gave instructions to the guards on his left and right behind him.

The left protector is of great stature and has an imposing manner like a bell:

"Don't worry, my king. I have already ordered my men to seal off the Dark Mountain and Sea the day before yesterday. I guarantee that not even a fly can fly out."

Ye Xuan's beautiful face was filled with smiles. "Very good. If you can catch that foreigner, I will reward you handsomely!"

The guards on both sides closed the door behind them. Shi Qing remained calm and followed Ye Xuan into the hall.

Ye Xuan leaned back on a chair, as if he had just seen the woman standing still, and said in a slightly surprised tone:

"Please sit down, just like usual. You know I like your informality."

Yue Xianxian said that Ye Xuan was an unpredictable tyrant who killed his brothers for the throne and even imprisoned his father in a dungeon, leaving him unable to live or die.

But at the moment, he was obviously in a good mood, peeling a plate of red fruits on the table leisurely.

Shi Qing walked slowly to the side until his toes touched the table and stool, then he turned around and sat down.

Ye Xuan didn't look at her, holding a bright red fruit in his mouth, "Master Priest, have you prepared the sacrificial hall for the day after tomorrow?"

Shi Qing nodded, "I'm ready."

Ye Xuan bit the fruit, making a humming sound with his mouth. Only the slight movement of swallowing could be heard in his throat. He slowly turned his gaze to her.

"I have heard that the priest loves red crispy fruit, but this fruit only grows once a year and the quantity is scarce. Even so, you have to eat a few every day to satisfy your craving. Today, this fruit is right in front of you, why don't you eat it?"

"Without the king's order, I dare not act rashly." Shi Qing controlled his voice, deliberately squeezing out a few traces of grievance and timidity.

Ye Xuan laughed softly, seeming to enjoy it very much, and said generously: "Now the king allows you to eat."

Shi Qing touched a cold plate on his right hand side, which was filled with a pile of fruits, rough yet moist and soft, with a rich aroma.

Pinching one of them, Shi Qing sniffed it. It was a familiar sweet smell that she had tasted in Yue Xianxian's bedroom.

Take a light bite with confidence, the rich juice will burst out, and the sweet and sour taste will spread from the taste buds to every cell.

"The priest's fingers seem to be particularly beautiful today."

It was unexpected, and the tone was filled with an inexplicable meaning.

Shi Qing's fingers are long and white, with clean and transparent nails dyed cherry color, round and cute. Her pink and white skin forms a sharp contrast with the bright red of the red crispy fruit.

Shi Qing paused in biting the fruit, pretending not to hear and finished the fruit, then sat there and didn't touch the second one.

Ye Xuan saw her reaction and laughed again, "Why don't you eat anymore, Master Priest?"

"Red crispy fruit is rare, I dare not eat too much."

Ye Xuan didn't force it. After a while of rummaging around, he found a book from somewhere and threw it towards Shi Qing.

"Yes, you can take a look at the sacrificial rituals and magic for the day after tomorrow. Don't make any mistakes when the time comes."

Shi Qing held the book, opened a page at random, and pretended to read.

Ye Xuan bent his knees, put his hands on his chin and stared at her without blinking, without disguising his scrutiny.

"Do you understand?"

It was another sudden sentence. Fortunately, Shi Qing had a strong psychological endurance, otherwise he would have been scared by him.

She raised her head slightly and chose a compromise: "It's OK."

The atmosphere was silent again.

Shi Qing was thinking about how Jiang Wei and the others were doing now, and kept his head down for half an hour.