"This is?"

Mu Chenxiao's eyes suddenly trembled deep in his heart. This small box looked like the Xuanming Blood Evil Outer Box he was given.

Although the edges of the box are smoothly ground, they are spotless and are obviously carefully hidden.

Feng Qingcheng carefully picked up the nanmu box and handed it to Mu Chenxiao: "This small box..."

"It's the same as Xuanming Blood Evil..."

Mu Chenxiao looked at her with a deep look and slowly opened the box. Inside was an almost transparent film-shaped scroll.

"Squeak..."

A heavy sound came from the door of the study room, and Yun Aoxia was stunned when she stepped into the study room.

"This is?"

Her breathing was a little rapid inexplicably, and she quickly put down the teacup in her hand and walked quickly.

Seeing that Mu Chenxiao looked strange, he quickly handed the box to her.

"We accidentally broke this bookcase and then found this box...what is this?"

Yun Aoxia's hand that was taking the box was trembling slightly, and her breathing was also obviously rapid.

"This is... this is the treasure of our demon clan, the Xuanming Blood Evil's technique..." She carefully opened the scroll and murmured: "I always thought that my father kept this thing with me, but I didn't expect him to be the one who could not do anything about it.

It was actually hidden here..."

"Xuanming Blood Evil?"

Mu Chenxiao and Feng Qingcheng couldn't help but look at each other. If Xuanming Blood Evil was a treasure of the clan, then it would be better not to leave the demon clan and the demon emperor.

But why is the Xuanming Blood Evil in his hands now?

"Mother... Where is this Xuanming Blood Evil?"

"Of course in your grandfather's hands..." Yun Aoxia said carelessly: "The holy objects of our demon clan will naturally follow the Demon Emperor forever..."

This sentence made Mu Chenxiao's face look a little ugly in an instant.

"Mother……"

"Um……"

"Xuanming Blood Evil..."

Yun Aoxia finally realized that his words and expression were a little wrong, and she couldn't help but burst into eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

"Xuanming Blood Evil... is not in the hands of the Demon Emperor..." Feng Qingcheng's voice was quiet, "It's not in the Demon Clan..."

"What did you say?" Yun Aoxia's heart suddenly jumped: "What do you mean?"

"Xuanming Blood Evil... is in my hands..." Mu Chenxiao finally said in a deep voice: "In Beiyuan, it has always been in my hands..."

"How is that possible?" Yun Aoxia looked into the eyes of the two of them in disbelief: "You are not wrong?"

Mu Chenxiao's fingertips scratched Manzhu Shahua on Nanmu box: "I can feel the breath between them...it should be impossible..."

"Bang……"

The nanmu box in Yun Aoxia's hand suddenly fell into silence after bounced a few times.

Her face gradually turned pale, her breathing was rapid, and tears gradually filled her black eyes.

"Do you know... Once Xuanming Blood Evil recognizes the master, he will not leave again... He will not leave when the master lives... This is the true meaning of the sword being there, the sword being there, the sword being dead..."

Her eyes looked at Mu Chenxiao unwillingly: "Are you sure...that sword is really Xuanming Blood Evil?"

Feng Qingcheng's heart also sank to the end. If this is true, it means that Xuanming Blood Evil has cut off all contact with the Demon Emperor.

In other words, the Demon Emperor may no longer be alive at this time.
Chapter completed!