In the tug of white light, He Kui feels as proud as he wants.
He laughed unbridled and then turned into blue smoke and escaped into the whirlpool, disappearing without a trace.
"Qiankun Shifting Formation..."
The corners of his eyes twitched, and his right hand trembled uncontrollably.
After a brief period of unconsciousness, the spirit of the Sky-Shaking Halberd was filled with powerless anger.
Angry, but helpless.
During the thousands of years that he has been sealed here, his cultivation level has declined again and again.
From the fourth level of the Semi-Saint at his peak to the Great Perfection of the Nineteenth-level True Immortal today, he only has the body of a Semi-Saint and no longer has the power of a Semi-Saint.
He could not stop Duan Ziqian's crazy act of "die together", nor did he expect that the old fox could successfully hide from the sensory detection of the black bones and blood species when entering the Cave Heaven Paradise with just a clone puppet.
Originally, he wanted to get rid of Duan Ziqian before looking for Suning.
He was very interested in the young man from the demon world who inherited the memory of his master Jiang Lin's security department and the nine-style magical power. He wanted to talk to him in person and ask about it.
Ask the other person about their experience and how they got this inheritance.
Of course, if possible, he would also like to know if his master would have a chance to return to the fairy world.
Is it true that the soul is completely destroyed and disappears completely in this world, or is it...
He had too many questions that he wanted answered, and he wanted to talk to the guy named Suning all night long.
Unfortunately, things didn't work out as he wished, and it seemed like he never had the chance to speak again.
His heart ached with so many thoughts.
It’s not that I’m afraid of death, nor that I want to live an ignoble existence.
He just regretted that he could not avenge his master with his own hands and kill all the sanctimonious and shameless people in Wen Palace.
Unwilling, the unwillingness in his heart burst out like a flame, trying to jump out of his chest that was constantly rising and falling.
So, he moved.
Cross your fingers and spread your mind.
He wanted to find Suning. Before Duan Ziqian unleashed the pressure of a realm above the 13th level of a true immortal, he must gather the original power of the two small worlds in the middle realm and a bodyguard containing Jiang Linan's eighth level of half-saint.
The trump card sends him away.
Whether it would succeed or not, he had no idea.
But he felt that he had to do this, and he had to give a chance to the successor chosen by his master.
"Suning..."
Lowering his head and calling softly, the Sky-Shaking Halberd Spirit laughed at himself, showing relief and said: "Whether it's an immortal or a demon, I hope the master's choice is right."
"I hope you can escape..."
"To be able to aspire to the Saint Road..."
"able......"
There is no one in the empty valley, the cold pond surges wildly, and the mountains collapse and the ground cracks.
What replaced the Sky-Shaking Halberd Spirit on the shore was his true body and phantom, a peerless weapon weighing 1,900 kilograms.
"I am a piece of iron, without spirit or wisdom."
"It was the master who gave me life, taught me how to practice, and helped me live forever."
"He treats me very well. He is a mentor, a friend, and more like family."
"I will never consider anyone else as my master besides him in this life, even if you are the heir to whom he taught everything."
"However......"
The lingering voice lingered, and he said vaguely: "Since you are walking in the world with the name of Jiang Lin'an's successor, I, the spirit of the divine weapon who once accompanied him to kill all directions, cannot lack you in terms of love and reason."
"I must go to see the master with dignity and a clear conscience."
"Whoosh."
The fierce halberd pierced the air, and it screamed mournfully.
The voice seemed to be speaking in the valley, but also seemed to echo outside the world: "After thousands of years of seal precipitation, my cultivation has indeed declined."
"But this decline is a deliberate divestiture on my part because I'm afraid that I won't be able to control my own demonic thoughts."
"Now I will give them to you, the cultivation of the four semi-saint realms, plus the four magical powers I have learned."