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686. Sell Your Soul 3

After saying that, the two demons turned to another street and walked over. Only Yuwen Luoshuang stood there quietly waiting for them to walk away. When she lowered her head, she saw a bright red dot on her arm, which emitted a shallow golden light.

I think I can't get any information from these little demons, so Yuwen Luoshuang returned to the Fengshang Sect's residence without knowing it. It's strange that those demons dared to go to the emperor, but the Fengshang Sect's gate did not dare to step in. Is it because the spiritual power of the Fengshang Sect's disciples is too strong?

As soon as I stood on the roof of the study, I heard the sound of conversation coming from it, as if it was about some secret, so the voice was very light, and I deliberately used spiritual power to disperse the words.

Yuwen Luoshuang sat above the eaves holding her breath and listening to the conversation inside.

"Tell the emperor that we have not found a spirit sacrificer in the Eastern Continent."

"But, the head lady, is the rumored spirit sacrificer. She was just seen wearing long silver hair below."

"The spirit sacrificer will die alive!"

Hearing this, Yuwen Luoshuang's fingers trembled slightly, but she took a step back with a little fear. It turned out that Feng Xinglang did not come here to get rid of the Demon King, but to find the Spirit Sacrifice. Now she finally sorted out such a complex concept. Then, she would only need to save those trapped in danger.

It is to die when sacrificed to the formation alive.

Without caring about how much, Yuwen Luoshuang jumped off the eaves and then opened the door of the study.

“I think I have an obligation to save the people here.”

"I don't agree." Feng Xinglang put away his always joking face and looked at her with a serious face.

"Then are you going to watch the people here die? Now that the ancient demons have penetrated into the empire, there will be more people who die."

After saying that, Yuwen Luoshuang looked straight at the wind and waves in front of her. She was not a big shot in saving all living beings, but every time someone died, she would think of her parents, the people who were killed for herself. She knew how deep the pain was, so she was not willing to let others suffer such tragic pain again.

If she dies alone, it would be not a good thing to let everyone survive. To a certain extent, she is already dead, so she is not afraid.

The winding finger joints clattered and made a sound, and then he slashed on the table next to it. In an instant, the table fell apart, leaving only a push of white powder.

"Go and bring the empire's spiritual pet here."

"What does the head mean?"

"The spiritual pet has a sense of smell and can find the specific location of the crack between the demon world and the continent of another world. Now the Demon King has hidden that place with illusion, and we can't find it."

"yes."

After saying that, the man hurriedly ran out.

Feng Xinglang reached out and pinched Yuwen Luoshuang's chin, "If you want to go to hell, I will go to the rampant world with you."

"You lunatic!"

"Well, I don't mind anyway."
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