My Simping System

The sword of Tantai was taken away by Evil Race.

The only one who can snatch magic weapons from Evil Race is themselves.

Even if it is Demi-God empress, if you want to go deep into the Evil Race field to regain a Spirit Sword, you need to weigh the situation.

"If all this is true."

"Then Ji Huang's reason for buying Sifang Holy Temple until now is reasonable."

Qi Xi said: "Compared to this, I believe that Ji Huang just used some blindfold methods."

Ye An slightly nodded, said: "I am more inclined to blindfold methods."

It is not yet time for Evil Race to play.

But now that empress has been condemned by Heavenly Dao, Child of Destiny's death will inevitably lead to accidents.

"Otherwise, it is equivalent to saying that Ji Huang is Evil Race." He added.

That will be a terrifying thing.

The most important thing is.

In these several decades, no one has found a clue that Ji Huang is a member of Evil Race.

Even Qi Xi has never discovered it.

If so, the destruction of the entire Human Race in the future will be as simple as the destruction of the Tantai family in the past.

……

Qi Xi used the divine technique again, and the moment his mind rose, he sent the two of them to the Mortal Night Market in Zhong Prefecture.

At this moment, it is almost dusk.

It's just that this street is a mess.

There are broken Spirit Stone powder everywhere, and the chairs and chairs on the road are scattered.

There was a turmoil here, so that it was the case.

Ye An deeply sighed: "The night market is going to be closed tonight."

Qi Xi's expression is cold, "I still want to come here with you tonight for a while. ."

"That Ji Huang is as disgusting as always..."

She looked around at this messy scene with her hands on her hips.

Ye An urged: "Your Majesty, don't say that many, do business."

Qi Xi slightly pursed his lips.

Being urged to work by subordinates... Yue'er alone is enough. This will add another Ye An, and she is very angry.

But being angry is useless.

She was reluctant to punish those two.

"Oh."

She was coldly snorted, closed her eyes, and the Divine Consciousness flooded the surrounding area like a tide.

A little bit of Life Aura reflected in her thoughts.

It looks like shimmer and soft water, but it hides murderous intention.

That is the breath left by the sword of Tantai!

She has seen the brilliance of the Tantai clan and the power of the sword of Tantai.

The treasure that has fallen into the hands of Evil Race for thousands of years but has not been found, now appears again.

This means one thing, and it’s not far from the next evil war.

Ye An’s Strength of Divine Consciousness is not as powerful as Qi Xi and cannot be detected, so he asked: "How is it?"

Qi Xi slowly opened his eyes, The bright golden eyes are slightly heavy and bleak.

She was gently nodded, calmly said: "The sword of Tantai...is true."

"Sure enough."

Ye An subconsciously said.

The two of them looked at each other.

Identify one thing almost at the same time.

Ji Huang... must be a member of Evil Race.

Only Evil Race can obtain the sword of Tantai from Evil Race.

"The Evil Race Evil Race who used to hide in the Tantai clan and was not burned by the Spiritual Qi..."

"He wanted to repeat the old tricks to destroy the Human Race."

"Ye An, we can't rest from today."

Qi Xi calmly said.

Ye An slightly frowned, said: "How many evil veners of the Dantai clan were destroyed in the past?"

Qi Xi responded: "Only one person."

Ye An felt anxious and continued: "Your Majesty, if... I mean if."

"If in a long period of time, more than one evil deity has mixed in The words in Human Race—"

He uttered his guess.

At the moment, he can't tell the truth, he is only worried about this.

But the words are not finished yet.

Suddenly, I heard a sky-splitting sound.

xiu——!

The wind and waves hit like a sharp blade.

Ye An and Qi Xi reacted quickly, and each side avoided the sharp waves.

There is an attack!

"Evil...!"

"It's the assassin of Evil Race!"

Ye An felt the breath.

Immediately turned around, staring into the distance.

A silhouette of a gray robe that covers the face is at the end of the street.

Knowing that the assassination failed, he gently waved his thin, pale hand.

The emptiness of Space Crack derives instantly.