My magic stick is going to heaven!

Chapter 248 The Original Sin of Beauty 7

"This Buddha man is very spiritual, as long as he puts it in the center of Shenyang City, it can shoot all over Shenyang City. As soon as she appears, the Buddha man will warn, unless she is human, but I think, Unless this can be directly ruled out."

Looking at the little Buddha man exuding Buddha's light, Wen Changlang was a little puzzled:

"You are a demon, why can you touch these?"

Lian Yi smiled slightly, and said with a nostalgic smile: "Not only can I get in touch with these, I can also learn the art of subjugating demons."

Wen Changlang asked in amazement, "Why?"

"Because my body is Yin Yang Jian, Yin Yang Jian is injected by Wen Yang with his own blood, and has the natural spiritual power of Yin Yang Pu. It can also be said that I am not a demon, but I don't know what kind of existence I am. , After a long time, I feel that I am a demon."

Hearing this, Wen Changlang was even more puzzled:

"Why did the ancestors use blood to write this yin and yang remonstrance?"

Lian Yi shook her head, lost and said:

"This is also one of the parts of my memory that I have lost. What I have forgotten seems to be very important memories."

Seeing that it was rare for her to be so lost, Wen Changlang comforted her for the first time:

"Don't think too much, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge, and you will remember it when the time comes."

"Yeah, actually, when you are quiet, you really look like a young master, especially in the facial features. Looking at you, I feel that everything that happened hundreds of years ago happened yesterday."

Lian Yi gently patted the top of his fluffy hair, and said nostalgic.

The Yinyang shop has been passed down from generation to generation, maybe it is true that the appearance has also been passed down, and sometimes she even feels that all the inheritors of the Yinyang shop for hundreds of years are Wen Yang's reincarnation.

From the day she became a book demon, she was doomed to be entangled with Yin Yang shop. She owed the Wen family and Wen Yang all her life.

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Before I knew it, it was night. Wen Changlang took out all her belongings and picked them one by one. The spirit net let her escape last time, but this time it can no longer be used. She picked and picked, and finally Wen Changlang took it. A jet-black box was in his pocket.

Lian Yi looked at these guys on the ground, and said rather mockingly:

"Why are you taking so many things? Don't say that you can't even condense the Spiritual Sword now. If this is the case, then you are too useless."

"Who said I can't condense it! I'm just in case, besides, can the sword of spirit be used casually, ignorance."

After Wen Changlang muttered, he walked out with his things on his own.

Lian Yi followed step by step, still muttering:

"Without your psychic eyes, more than half of your spiritual power cannot be used. What you can use is just a little bit of spiritual power. Are you sure you can handle it? You don't need my help?"

Wen Changlang stopped, turned back impatiently, gave her a hard look, and begged for mercy:

"Grandma, please do me a favor and stop talking. I don't have psychic eyes, but I'm still strong, so you can do whatever you want, and don't bother me with the formation, okay?"

Lian Yi snorted: "Do you know where the mysterious seat is? Still setting up the formation."

Wen Changlang finally couldn't help shouting: "I can calculate myself, but it's not that I can't calculate directions! Anyway, it's still the inheritance of Yinyangpu! The loss of a pair of eyes doesn't mean that other abilities are gone!"

After being yelled at by Wen Changlang, there was no change on Lian Yi's face, she just responded in a calm manner: "Oh."

Then he floated past him, teleported to the top floor of Wangcheng Tower, and waited quietly for Wen Changlang to climb up.

The mysterious seat of Shenyang City is Wangcheng Tower, she thought this little doll didn't understand.