The moment the Black Thorn Essence Bead fell into Ling Luo's palm, the bloody memory fragments that had surfaced in Xuanyuan Yu's mind also disappeared.

He shook his head, stretched out a hand, and rubbed his throbbing temples, a pang in his head.

"Luo'er, what's that?" Xuanyuan Yu gasped slightly, and his voice was a little weak.

"Oh, this one." The corners of Ling Luo's lips hooked up a faint smile, and he described what happened to the second assessment of the freshman admission to Xuanyuan Yu in detail.

Xuanyuan Yu listened intently, frowned slightly, and muttered, "Ancient relics of black thorns? How I've never heard of it. ”

"I haven't heard of it before, it's always this kind of thing, and it contains a layer of evil energy." A trace of worry crossed Ling Luo's eyes, and he stared fixedly at the Jingyuan bead in his palm, and said, "I always feel that this is not something I can control. ”

Xuanyuan Yu narrowed his eyes and said, "Otherwise, leave it to me." This bead makes me feel very ominous, Luo'er, it's better not to bring it with you. ”

"Okay." Without hesitation, Ling Luo handed the Black Thorn Essence Bead to Xuanyuan Yu and said, "Yu, your cultivation is much higher than mine, and it is most suitable for you to take care of it." ”

Xuanyuan Yu took the essence bead from Ling Luo's palm, and an extremely familiar dark aura entered his skin, along the meridians, and penetrated into his bones and blood.

Ling Luo closed his eyes and said, "I'll try it and see if I can break the master-servant contract with Black Thorn." ”

The contractual relationship between master and servant is made through the soul and is imprinted in the spiritual realm.

Soon, Ling Luo erased the contract imprint about the Black Thorns from the spiritual domain.

"Yu, if you drop your blood on the Black Thorn Essence Yuan Bead, you can recognize the Lord." Ling Luo explained.

Xuanyuan Yu broke his finger according to Ling Luo's method, and a few drops of blood fell on the Jing Yuan Bead, gradually seeping in.

Suddenly, the essence beads of the black thorns burst out with a thousand rays of light, and the beads continued to tremble, as if they were very happy.

Xuanyuan Yu was stunned for a moment.

After recognizing the Lord, that inexplicable dark feeling hit my heart again, and those bloody and broken memories came to my mind intermittently.

"Yu, why is your face a little ugly?" Ling Luo keenly noticed Xuanyuan Yu's abnormality.

Xuanyuan Yu's face was a little pale, and he said, "I don't know what's going on, I feel very tired." ”

Ling Luo was stunned and said, "The first time I inadvertently let the Black Thorn drink my blood, I fell into a coma on the spot, if it wasn't for the two senior brothers of the Shengdan Hall who saved me, it might have been miserable." ”

Xuanyuan Yu stretched out a hand and covered his forehead, already feeling dizzy.

Ling Luo was extremely worried, stretched out a hand, grabbed Xuanyuan Yu's arm, and hurriedly said, "Otherwise, I'll send you back to the Holy Golden Hall to rest first." ”

"Hmm." Xuanyuan Yu did not refuse, leaned on Ling Luo's body slightly, and the two of them went down the mountain together.

This was the first time that Ling Luo had stepped into the Holy Golden Church in a bright light.

I sneaked around last night, and I couldn't see the whole picture of the Holy Golden Church at all, but now when I saw it, I was still shocked.

The purity of the aura on the Holy Gold Peak is not known how many times richer than that of the Holy Fire Hall, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful, making it an excellent place for cultivation.