Murong Ningyue finally got this Demon Sword. Although he had signed a contract with the Demon Sword, it would not be difficult for Zhenwu to forcefully terminate the contract, so Murong Ningyue must be careful.

Seeing Murong Ningyue so careful, Zhenwu had no other way. He was a little embarrassed just now. With his cultivation level, he could see the demon sword from a distance.

After Zhenwu calmed down, he finally confirmed that Murong Ningyue was holding the real Demon-Sealing Sword in his hand. He finally sighed: "I didn't expect that after so many years, the Demon-Sealing Sword finally had a new master. I don't know whether it was a good or a bad thing!"

Zhenwu's expression seemed a little strange, but Murong Ningyue couldn't think about it so much at this time. The joy of getting the Demon-Capture Sword had completely submerged Murong Ningyue.

For the next time, Murong Ningyue and Lin'er stayed on this immortal island, and Murong Ningyue spent most of her time familiarizing herself with this magic sword.

As an ancient mysterious weapon, the Demon-Sealing Sword is definitely not just an advantage of being extremely sharp. However, Murong Ningyue groped for a long time but never found any other sources of the Demon-Sealing Sword.

The magic sword's soul has never appeared again. It seems that he is extremely dissatisfied with the magic sword's soul. However, Murong Ningyue is not in a hurry. As the saying goes, the future is long. After all, Murong Ningyue's cultivation is not strong enough. When Murong Ningyue truly becomes a strong man, the attitude of the magic soul will naturally change.

"You have been in this Immortal Island for a while, and it's time to go back!"

The naive military generals Murong Ningyue and Lin'er called over. Lin'er was a little displeased when he heard this, "What? I'm rushing us away. You old turtle are so stingy!"

Zhenwu smiled bitterly and said, "I don't mean that. You have to go back to the Sea of ​​Death to guard the forbidden area. As for Miss Murong, I guess there are still a lot of things to deal with. I asked you to leave for your consideration."

Lin'er's face suddenly became dim when she heard this, as if she thought that she would return to the Sea of ​​Death and continue to live that lonely and boring life.

However, Murong Ningyue agreed with what Zhenwu said. It has been a while since she came to Qianxian Island this time, and she doesn’t know what the situation of the White Tiger Tribe is now.

Thinking of this, Murong Ningyue immediately spoke: "Senior Zhenwu said, we have been disturbing you for a long time, and it is time to say goodbye!"

Seeing Murong Ningyue and Lin'er about to leave the Jianxian Island, Zhenwu suddenly spoke again: "Miss Murong, wait!"

"Is there anything else for Senior Zhenwu?"

Murong Ningyue looked at Zhenwu with confusion, not knowing what else to do when Zhenwu stopped him. Zhenwu's face turned a little solemn: "Miss Murong, I didn't expect that you could really take the Demon-Closing Sword away. This Demon-Closing Sword is an ancient mysterious weapon and the nemesis of evil things in the world. Although this Demon-Closing Sword has been sealed in the treasure house, it also means that the Ten Thousand Beasts Continent can maintain surface peace, and once the Demon-Closing Sword is born, it often means that the world will be in chaos."

At the end of the story, Zhenwu's brows were already frowning tightly, and Murong Ningyue could feel that Zhenwu was worried from the bottom of her heart.
Chapter completed!