As he spoke, Ye Ning and the others returned along the same road. Soon, they arrived at the gate that had been mostly broken. The two of them entered one after another and suddenly they saw the scene in front of them completely different from when they saw it outside the gate. It was a separate space. In this space, three moons were hung high, one in the shape of a crescent moon, one in the shape of a half moon, and the remaining one was a full moon! What's even more strange is that the three moons were not scattered with silver-white moonlight, but blood-red!

Three Blood Moons!

But there is a bright silver color on the ground, which is clearly distinguished from the bloody moonlight and does not violate each other.

"This is……"

"Ah!" Miss Qing suddenly covered her mouth and exclaimed: "Blood Moon Scimitar! Fellow Daoist Ye, we have entered the independent space of the Blood Moon Scimitar!"

Blood Moon Scimitar!

Ye Ning was also shocked. Isn’t this the natal magic weapon of Emperor Caitian? How could it be here? The Blood Moon Scimitar is a top-grade holy weapon with amazing lethality. A powerful monk from the same era as Emperor Caitian said that in terms of lethality alone, the Blood Moon Scimitar is no less than an immortal weapon!

"Yes, it's indeed the Blood Moon Scimitar. Miss Qing, our opportunity has come. As long as we find the spirit of the weapon and tame it, we can temporarily conquer this treasure."

"Okay. Let's part early."

Before Miss Qing finished speaking, a gloomy voice suddenly came from all directions: "Who is looking for this saint?"

Although this sound was not powerful, it was creepy. Ye Ning's face changed drastically, and he couldn't laugh or cry - it was over, he stabbed the hornet's nest! Unexpectedly, the spirit of the Blood Moon Scimitar was actually the cultivation level of a saint! No wonder its lethality is amazing.

The green girl's teeth were shaking and she couldn't answer at all.

After a moment, a blood-red figure suddenly appeared on the silver-bright avenue ahead. The three moons in the sky were as lustful as crazy, and all the beams of light were concentrated on the figure.

It turned out to be a beautiful boy with a red head and a red robe! It is really a matter of being so beautiful that God is jealous. Ye Ning has never seen a beautiful man. His master Shui Longming has a kind of beauty of the world, and Han Wan has a kind of weakness. Although Sang Zhangxiang is naughty, he always flows with active beauty. Even Ye Ning himself is a rare handsome man. However, compared with the boy in front of him, those are passing clouds.

"Who is looking for this saint?" the beautiful boy smiled slightly and said.

Although he smiled all over his face and seemed gentle, Ye Ning did not dare to answer. Miss Qing became even more nervous and forgot about his identity as a powerful monster. She hid behind Ye Ning like a little girl.

"Okay!" The beautiful boy sneered: "I have a lot of courage! I am the saint..." Halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped, his face full of panic, and he stuttered: "Wa...wa...wa...wa mother!"

At this moment, Jin Qilin suddenly turned into a illusion from Jin Lin's sword, shouting: "Bold! Do you dare to say those two words?!"

When the beautiful boy saw that there was one more person out of thin air, he was not as frightened as before, and said calmly: "It turns out it is the divine beast Golden Qilin!" Hearing his tone, the golden Qilin seemed to be far from comparable to the mother Wa.

"Rareless! Since you have recognized Miss Qing's body, you still don't worship her!"

"This..." The beautiful boy has been here alone for 10,000 years, and is about to cultivate into an independent but still individual. How can he be willing to recognize his master? However, when he thinks of Miss Qing's original body, he is frightened and doesn't know what to do for a moment.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!