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“Ahh ahh ahh, you wretched servant girl, please, I beg you, I don’t want to be your contracted beast; isn’t it enough that I desire to be?” The Ming Sea Divine Turtle finally saw sense; the fire had burned him so that he could feel his soul power constantly slipping away. He rolled on the lakebed; even with such heavy rain, there was nothing to ease his suffering.

This was the Nine-Colored Nirvana Fire, the Heavenly Flame of the Nine-Colored Great Sovereign. He had no idea how the damn girl managed to fuse the flame into her divine power, but as long as she lived, as long as her divine power remained, the flame would never stop.

This cunning wretched girl was indeed too ruthless, resorting to such a method to force him to submit.

But at this moment, the Ming Sea Divine Turtle had no energy left to complain; he was well aware that even if Beiting Huang extinguished the flames, his strength would be significantly diminished. The Nine-Colored Nirvana Fire was a Heaven and Earth Fire, born of the same root as the heaven and earth, not among the five elements, a fire that could scorch a person’s soul clean.

“Wretched servant girl? Is that what you call her?” Agul detached himself from Beiting Huang’s body; the blood-red, bewitchingly handsome youth approached, hovering above the Ming Sea Divine Turtle with a blood-colored scimitar in hand, which gleamed with a bloodthirsty light, “Old Turtle, it’s been a while since we last saw each other, hard enough for you to remember me. Why cry and shout about wanting to become my master’s magical beast if you look down upon her?”

A young man with fiery red hair and clad in a red brocade robe, with gold Chinese New Year Flowers embroidered on the cuffs, also approached. His fox-like eyes contemptuously stared at the rolling Ming Sea Divine Turtle in the lake. Curving his lips slightly, he said with disdain, as sharp as an arrow, “An old turtle, so ugly it’s deadly, being favored by my master is your good fortune, yet you don’t know how to appreciate it!”

A pretty young girl, dressed in green embroidered with vine patterns, with two white fur balls tied atop her head, and eyes as clear and spirited as a mountain spring, tilted her head and glanced at the Ming Sea Divine Turtle. She then pinched her nose and cried out, “Big brother Agul, brother Jiu Yan, are you sure about this guy joining us? Wuuuu, it stinks, there’s a burnt smell, too disgusting, I object!”

After the spatial rifts vanished, Qiong Qi and the others drew closer, seeing Beiting Huang’s three magical beasts, each more bewitching than the last. Little Vine, the plant magical beast that had evolved into a Sacred Beast and shapeshifted, was even more endearingly petulant, which greatly lifted everyone’s spirits. However, were the mouths of these magical beasts too venomous?

Each of them was practically causing unseen wounds!

If the Ming Sea Divine Turtle hadn’t been scorched like that by the Nine-Colored Nirvana Fire, would there be a burnt smell? Who has ever seen a live magical beast with a burnt smell? Even a foul smell was out of the question; magical beasts, being proud and loving cleanliness, would never allow themselves to be unkempt.