286: C286 Frighten off a Magic Weapon

C286 Frighten off a Magic Weapon

"Miaoyan, what are you doing? It's rare for someone to come and save us, why aren't you agreeing?" The long-legged beauty pushed Wang Miaoyan's shoulder and said, "Don't be so stubborn, the most important thing is to leave this place first."

The long-legged girl glanced at the Soul-Devouring Spirit Rod and whispered in Wang Miaoyan's ear, "Besides, we don't have anything precious on us. Even if it's a bad person, it still has plans, right?"

"Qianqian, you don't have to persuade me. Not only am I unable to leave, I also won't allow you to leave with it." Wang Miaoyan steadied her long-legged girl and asked the Soul-Devouring Spirit Rod, "Who are you? Why did you save us?"

"I am a divine weapon from the ancient times, and I have been sealed here this entire time. I only saved you because I saw how pitiful you were, but you all didn't know what was good for you."

The Soul Shattering Spirit Rod felt that it was the most patient existence in the world and could be chased and killed by the Daolord monster at any time, yet it was still arguing with the two humans.

"Ancient Divine Weapon? I've never heard of such a thing. " Wang Miaoyan didn't hide anything and directly voiced her doubts.

"Aiya, Sister Miaoyan, since it's an Ancient Divine Weapon, how would we know?"

Qianqian winked at Wang Miaoyan and whispered, "This is a huge opportunity, we're rich!"

Wang Miaoyan ignored her. She kept having the feeling that she had overlooked something, muttering to herself, "Wait, the name of the Ancient Divine Weapon is a bit familiar, but it also seems to be wrong. The Ancient Divine Weapon, the Ancient Magic Weapon … You are a Demonified Weapon Blade! "

Wang Miaoyan's eyes widened as she looked at the rusted iron rod in front of her in horror. She had heard from her grandfather that there was a special existence there. It was clearly a weapon or armor, yet it gave birth to intelligence and lured other people into joining hands with them.

If this rusted iron rod was really a demonized weapon, the two of them probably wouldn't have much luck.

"Sister Miaoyan, what magical weapon are you talking about?" Qianqian asked in confusion.

"She's talking about the Demonification Weapon Blade!"

"Human, don't confuse me with those lowly existences. Since there is an Ancient Devil Weapon, there must be an Ancient Divine Weapon. If you don't want to accept my good intentions, I definitely won't force you. That long-legged one, do you want to come with me?"

"I, I …" Qianqian looked over at Wang Miaoyan, and seeing that she had been shaking her head at her, her heart wavered.

"Hmph. Kindness is treated like a mule's liver. It's none of my business. If you're willing to die here, then die here."

The Soul Devouring Slaying Spirit Rod spoke as it turned to leave. Originally, it was in love with Wang Miaoyan, but this human was too vigilant. If it wasn't for the last bit of effort, he would have smashed it into minced meat.

"No no, I'll go with you." Qianqian panicked a little. She looked at Wang Miaoyan and asked, "Sister Miaoyan, are you really not going to leave?"

"Qianqian, don't believe it. Listen to me …"

Before Wang Miaoyan could finish, Qianqian let go of her hand, stood up, and said, "I'm sorry, Sister Miaoyan, I'm really sorry. I don't want to be trapped here forever. I'll definitely find someone to save you when I get out."

Then he said to the Soul Devouring Spirit Rod, "I'm willing to go with you. Let's go."

"Fine, grab my body, don't resist at all." The Soul Devouring Spirit Rod spoke.

"No, Qianqian, no!" Wang Miaoyan rushed over, wanting to hug her, but she was still a step too late.

As Qianqian grabbed the Soul-Destroying Rod with her hand, one by one, ghost-like, pale-white hands shot out from the pole, piercing into her body amidst her screams.

Qianqian wanted to throw the stick away, but the Soul-Devouring Spirit Rod seemed to have grown on her hand, and she couldn't pull it off no matter how hard she tried.

"Wonderful! Sister Miaoyan, save me!" Qianqian turned, weeping, her hand free of the stick, and held it out to Wang Miaoyan.

"Qianqian, Qianqian, hold on! I'm coming to save you."

Wang Miaoyan rushed over to help her with the rusted iron rod. Qianqian initially helped her, but as the ghost hands continued to climb under her skin, she finally broke down completely.

"Wang Miaoyan, Wang Miaoyan, you b * tch, did you know about this long ago? Tell me, did you see me as a sister for nothing while you watched me fall for it? Do you really have a black heart?"

Qianqian grabbed Wang Miaoyan's hair and pushed her to the ground, asking hysterically.

The ghost hand had already crawled up to her neck. She felt it herself, and gripped her neck tightly as she shouted, "Don't, get out! Get out of my body …"1

Wang Miaoyan fell to the ground. The psychological pain she felt was more than the tearing sensation on her head, but she could only watch as the ghostly hand climbed onto Qianqian's head. Then, she stopped struggling.

After a while, Qianqian took a deep breath and stared coldly at Wang Miaoyan.

"Weak, just too weak. Such a body is simply trash among trash. I never thought that I, an ancient Demon Weapon, would be reduced to a boarding disciple."

"You!" Qianqian pointed at the retreating Wang Miaoyan and said, "Do you know the price you have to pay for rejecting me? "Die!"

Qianqianzhu cut off the rod as shadows shot out from the pole, heading straight for Wang Miaoyan's head.

"It's over." Wang Miaoyan's heart became gloomy. Tears started to form at the corners of her eyes as the wind blew them away.

As the shadow of the pole continued to enlarge, it was as if the whole world was leaving her. She had once dreamed of dying on the battlefield, as well as being together with Wu Shuang, but never thought that she would die in such a place that no one knew.

In the next moment, a thunderous boom sounded out. Wang Miaoyan felt someone was holding her by the waist, causing her heart to skip a beat. Suddenly, she opened her eyes to take a look.

The youth's long awaited face was reflected in her eyes. His eyes were bright as his lips brushed past her earlobes. He whispered into her ear, "I'm sorry, I came late."

The familiar words and the different scenes caused Wang Miaoyan's body to soften. In her chest, there was a young heart. It was unknown whether it was because it had survived or because it was so moved that it was beating rapidly.

Wu Shuang embraced Wang Miaoyan with one hand and stepped on the endless shadow. He pointed with one hand and the white main wheel spiraling on his fingertips released a large amount of pure white sword aura in an instant.

"Wu Shuang!" Qianqian gritted her teeth and looked deeply at him. She was afraid that the He Dao Realm expert would chase after her, so she didn't even turn back as she fled into the distance.

The pure white sword aura chased after them from a distance, but Qianqian managed to avoid it by teleporting far away.

Shortly after, a black primary vortex appeared in Wu Shuang's space and quickly took over. This meant that Qianqian had completely left the sound killing array.

"Miaoyan, I've let you suffer."

Wu Shuang looked at the lovable person in his arms and could only feel pity for her. He leaned over and kissed her forehead.

"Wu Shuang, I knew you would come and save me." Wang Miaoyan instantly burst into tears. She hugged Wu Shuang tightly and buried her head deep into his chest. Feeling his heartbeat and warmth, she only felt incomparable warmth.

"It's so good to have you!" Wang Miaoyan murmured softly.

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