The moment this voice sounded.

The Saintess of Guangling was stiff all over, and there was even an electric current that shot straight from the soles of her feet to the Tianling Cap.

But apart from being shocked, he was even more happy.

she knows.

I won the bet!

She slowly turned her head and saw Xiao Changfeng's eyes as deep and vast as the starry sky.

How could those eyes have lost half of their color at this moment?

Even the thread of Tao seed in her soul seemed to be active again at this moment.

"Master, I know that nothing will happen to you!"

Saintess Guangling forced a smile and spoke softly.

Xiao Changfeng's eyes were indifferent.

He didn't care about the little tricks in the heart of the Saint of Guangling.

At this time, his face was a little pale.

There is a small blood hole where the soul-killing needle was pierced between the eyebrows.

"out!"

The majestic spiritual consciousness surged, and Xiao Changfeng's robe moved automatically without any wind.

Under the increasingly respectful gaze of the Saint of Guangling.

The soul-killing needle was squeezed out bit by bit by Xiao Changfeng.

Finally, a thin black needle, as long as a finger and as thick as a hair, was suspended in front of Xiao Changfeng's eyebrows.

It's the soul-killing needle.

But if you look carefully.

This soul-killing needle is not black, but dark purple.

It's just that the purple is extremely deep, so it looks like black.

"Sword of Divine Consciousness, cut!"

Inside the soul-killing needle, there is also the spiritual imprint left by Tang Yueming.

In an instant, intense spiritual consciousness gathered.

Quickly condense a sword of divine consciousness.

"What...what is this?"

Saintess Guangling's eyes widened with shock on her face.

She could feel the terror of the Sword of Divine Consciousness.

It was as if one's own consciousness would be directly destroyed in front of it.

"Condensing spiritual consciousness into weapons? Such methods are simply unheard of!"

Saintess Guangling's heart trembled, fearful of Xiao Changfeng.

It’s getting more intense!

However, Xiao Changfeng did not care about the thoughts of the Saint of Guangling at this time.

The moment when the sword of consciousness condenses.

Just slash directly towards the Soul-Destroying Needle.

Chi!

The sword of divine consciousness slashed through, the soul-killing needle trembled slightly, and then an invisible light smoke disappeared with the wind.

Almost at the same moment.

Tang Yueming, who was located in the Northern Tang Sect, felt the connection.

"The spiritual brand I left in the Soul-Destroying Needle has been erased!"

Tang Yueming's face was extremely ugly.

The spiritual imprint of the soul-killing needle was erased.

It shows that the ancestor of the Lu family has failed.

This time not only failed to assassinate Xiao Changfeng.

Instead, a soul-killing needle was inserted into it.

It’s really a loss of my wife and a loss of soldiers!

"Xiao Changfeng!"

Tang Yueming gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to eat Xiao Changfeng whole.

It's a pity that Xiao Changfeng couldn't hear it at all.

He glanced at the soul-killing needle and put it into the storage ring.

"Xiaojiu, swallow them!"

Xiao Changfeng raised his head and glanced at the bone-deep sword wound on Hydra's body, and immediately threw out a Green Wood Pill.

"Yes, Master!"

Hydra's eyes were filled with joy.

The ancestors of Zhenzhu and the Lu family are both strong men in the powerful realm.

Their corpses are a great medicine of flesh and blood to Hydra.

certainly.

What he was most happy about was that Xiao Changfeng was not dead.

All his achievements in life are tied to Xiao Changfeng.

If Xiao Changfeng died.

He cried without even crying.

He didn't bother with the Hydra's feeding.

Xiao Changfeng walked towards Zhao Fugui.

"It's actually a sword-raising gourd!"

No one else can recognize this little scarlet gourd.

But how could Xiao Changfeng not recognize him?

"Although it is only a low-grade magic weapon, it is a magic weapon after all, not a sacred weapon. Could it be that there were immortal cultivators here before?"

Xiao Changfeng could tell the grade of this sword-raising gourd with just one glance.

But what surprised him was another thing.

The Shen Shen Sect’s Ning Shen Wood and Shen Nian Puppet.

There is also the sword gourd dedicated to sword immortals in front of me.

All proven in this world.

There used to be immortal cultivators.

But why now, he has become a master of martial arts.

There are almost no traces of immortal cultivators? wavv

But this problem is too big.

It is so big that Xiao Changfeng cannot crack it with his current strength.

He had no choice but to suppress this question and wait to find the answer later.

"I didn't expect you to be a blessing in disguise. Not only did you get a wine bug, you also got a good-looking sword gourd."

Xiao Changfeng had a smile on his face.

Obviously, he didn't expect Zhao Fugui to be so lucky.

With his vision, he can naturally see it.

That little wine bug is the spirit that raises the sword gourd.

It was also because of this that the wine bug recognized his master.

Qi Yanting couldn't snatch it away before.

After all, the identification of the owner of a magic weapon is much stronger than the spiritual imprint of a sacred weapon.
To be continued...