Wu Que looked at Xiaojiu and was no longer surprised. He said it was OK!

Xiaojiu has endless means. Even if he says he can get a demon ancestor, Wu Que believes it.

Sitting on the wet stone staircase, watching Xiao Jiuxiao's body fly, holding various materials, setting up formations around the Demon Ancestor of Xiliang.

Not to mention Wu Que doesn’t know what Xiao Jiu is doing, even this big boss in the Demon World, Xiliang Demon Ancestor couldn’t tell what Xiao Jiu was going to do.

Xiaojiu is small and some materials are bigger than him, so it is difficult to make. Wu Que wants to help.

Xiaojiu refused decisively. In his heart, Wu Que was just a fool, and helping him was just a mess.

Seeing Xiaojiu working on the formation, which looked very complicated, Wu Que looked confused, and the layman could only watch the fun.

This is different from the Demon Ancestor of Xiliang. He looked at Xiao Jiu's formation and began to worry. Seeing the complexity of the formation, he knew it was not simple.

"Little guy, what are you going to do? Do you want to use the formation to trap this ancestor?"

Xiaojiu placed a black metal object on the eye of the formation he portrayed, raised his head, and looked at the Demon Ancestor Xiliang with malicious intentions.

"Little Horned Demon, didn't you hear it just now? I want to turn you into a missing servant!"

"Jiujiu is not using formation to trap you!"

The Demon Ancestor Xiliang smiled. Do you want to use the formation to force yourself to become a servant?

He is the king of Xiliang, the demon world, is he afraid?

He must be not afraid, and as a demon king, his soul is difficult to be killed, which is why he is just trapped here and not killed.

What he was afraid of was this Xuanwu Soul-Devouring Array. As time goes by, the Xuanwu Soul-Devouring Array will devour everything about him and eventually die.

If he leaves this Xuanwu Soul-Devouring Formation, he will be free.

Although he didn't understand what formation this little thing made, his power was definitely not as terrifying as the Xuanwu Soul-Devouring Array that had trapped him for more than 100,000 years.

The Demon Ancestor Xiliang prayed in his heart that this strange little guy should quickly get the formation and release him.

In order to leave early, the Demon Ancestor Xiliang deliberately pretended to be afraid.

He thought that this was confusing Xiaojiu.

After Xiaojiu's repeated modifications, Xiaojiu finally smiled and held her hands in her chest, watching the results she had made.

A large formation in all directions, about one meter or one foot long and one foot wide, is already a giant formation for Xiaojiu.

After finishing the formation, Xiao Jiu got hundreds of pearls with purer spiritual energy into it and activated the formation.

When the formation is activated, there is no dangerous aura that makes people feel palpitations like the killing formation, nor does it have the heavy power to defend the formation.

A slight silver light formed a lingering mist, which looked very mysterious, but the mist flickered and darker.

Wu Que leaned over to check and asked, "Jiujiu, what formation did you make? Did it fail?"

"Go away, Jiujiu won't play with a fool." Xiaojiu looked at Wu Que with disgust.

Wu Que didn't dare to provoke him. This little guy was probably addicted to bullying him.

Xiaojiu said: "This is the 'soul blood confiscation formation'. Jiujiu worked so hard to get it out. You didn't praise Jiujiu, and you even said that it failed. You are really heartless and hate you."

The tone and expression of this speech really look like a woman. Wu Que sometimes suspects that Xiaojiu is a woman herself.

The moment this idea appeared, it was destroyed by Wu Que, and the spirit of the weapon was not distinguished from men and women.

Before Wu Que could come, he was anxious to say something to Xiaojiu, but the Demon Ancestor of Beiliang was panicked.

Before, he was so panic and scared that he pretended to be. At this time, he was really uneasy.

As the devil king, he naturally knew what Xiaojiu was talking about.

Once the soul blood contract is generated, the soul will be a servant forever. Even if it is reincarnation, it will not be able to prevent the existence of the blood contract.

It is said to be a soul blood contract, but it is not. This is a curse, a very evil taboo level thing.

Wu Que didn't understand these things, but the Demon Ancestor of Beiliang roared, "Who are you? How could he do this formation?"

"Please don't treat me like this, let me go..."

Xiaojiu and Wu Que pretended not to hear it. Xiaojiu said to Wu Que: "Qeng, get some blood from this devil, and we will start the blood contract immediately."

The Demon Ancestor of Beiliang, who was locked in iron chains, could only roar in despair, and struggle was useless.

The chains limit his range of movement.

Wu Que walked towards the Demon Ancestor of Beiliang with a ruffian spirit and bullied a demon in the realm of the Demon King. Who dared to do such a brilliant thing in the Cangli Realm?

Not to mention doing such things, I can’t even dare to think about it.

Wu Que took out a knife and stabbed the Demon Ancestor's arm.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the knife stabbed the arm of the Demon Ancestor Beiliang. His arm was fine, but Wu Que's knife was broken.

Xiaojiu reminded Wu Que: "Silly Que, can't you take a better weapon? This kind of small broken knife is okay to cut a fruit. Isn't it too much to use to cut the Demon King?"

Wu Que was embarrassed. He was poor, so the knife was preserved without spiritual energy. All the things with spiritual energy were fed to the Shura Realm.

Now, except for this piece of clothing, nothing is left. Even the tokens, cloaks, and masks given by the Black Gate are thrown into the Shura Realm and become Shura evil spirits.

After dropping the broken knife, Wu Que condensed into Shura Dao and stabbed the Demon King's arm for a tug-of-warp.

The hairs of the Demon Ancestor of Beiliang were not completely removed.

Before, when the Demon Ancestor of Beiliang was almost scared to death when he saw the Soul Blood Confirmation.

At this time, he laughed, his laughter filled with contempt and disdain.

"Human, you are really ignorant! I... I am the devil."

"My devil body is a king-level defensive weapon. What can you do to me when you hold those broken things?"

"Human, you dare to insult me. After I go out, I will slaughter you into wine."

Xiaojiu flew up and landed on Wu Que's shoulder. The little face felt helpless, "Qianqu, I forgot that the body of gods and demons is terrifying, we have no weapons to break his body."

"If there was no blood from him, the formation would not be able to be opened. Unfortunately, my materials have been used up. For this formation, Jiujiu's collection has been used up."

Wu Que dissipated the purple Shura long sword condensed by the Asura evil energy in his hand.

"Jiujiu, don't worry, it's just blood. I promise to get his blood out."

The Demon Ancestor Xiliang laughed wildly: "Clown, why are you using to get my blood?"

"I'm here, come here, come here to mess with me? Come and mess with me?"

"You idiot, I can't live without this place. I can't beat you to death. I'll piss you to death..."

"You...why are you?" In the second, he was extremely arrogant and arrogant, and the next second he was filled with horror, and was so cowardly.

The speed of face change is too fast.

The Demon Ancestor Xiliang stared at the trace of sword energy in Wu Que's hand.
Chapter completed!