They spent this night in the Sea Soul Death Swamp.
The weekend was filled with the chirping of birds, beasts and insects, surrounded by a barrier built by Mo Baici using huge protective techniques.
They barely slept, and within half a day's journey they reached the center of the Sea Soul Death Lake.
But the exquisite ring in Luo Qingchen's hand didn't have the slightest resonance between divine weapons.
"Hey, is it possible that someone is so addicted to pretending to be a counterfeit that they even want to fake artifacts?" Yan Ruoyao looked at Luo Qingchen with a hint of disdain in her tone, but she didn't fail to express it fully.
"Oh—" Luo Qingchen nodded as if he suddenly understood: "Are you suspecting that there is something wrong with Xingjun's eyesight? Or have you never tasted the damage of ancient artifacts?"
"You..." Yan Ruoyao wanted to refute something, but found that no matter what she said, it would be wrong and she was completely at a disadvantage.
In just three months, Luo Qingchen had experienced such huge changes.
She still remembered the tragic situation when she was kicked out of Xuankong Residence by Li Jinfeng three months ago. Her pitiful appearance made her feel happy when she saw it.
But now...she has become so sharp-tongued...
Mo Baici glanced at her silently, and when he saw her happy expression, he felt joy in his heart unconsciously.
For some reason, he didn't bloom like an iron tree, but he never thought that one day in the future, he would be able to empathize with another person's emotions.
Moreover, he didn't hate this feeling.
The next morning, they set off to the center of the Sea Soul Death Swamp.
All the way through the thorns and quagmire, we reached the central position.
A large expanse of ancient jungle stretched from top to bottom, dense and prosperous, blocking their sight layer by layer.
It was dark all around, with no light from the sun or moon.
"Isn't the Linglong Ring sensitive?" Mo Baici frowned slightly, with a hint of worry in his eyes.
Luo Qingchen lowered his head slightly, and there was no abnormal movement in the Linglong Ring as usual.
"Are you sure this is the place?" Luo Qingchen frowned, although she knew that neither Xingjun nor Mo Baici could miscalculate the location of the Star Sword.
Then why didn’t Linglong Ring respond
"Hahaha - Xuankongju just sent the four of you to Haihun Death Lake to find the Star Sword. Isn't it a little too hasty?"
Not far away, a slightly familiar voice came from the sky, with a touch of demonic aura in the air.
"Your Highness the Fourth Demon Clan!" Li Jinfeng immediately pulled out the sword in his hand and pointed it at Su Qingxie.
It's like a battle between good and evil, about to break out.
I saw Su Qingxie dressed in a fiery red robe, as if he was in a red lotus fire, extremely enchanting. He pursed his thin lips slightly, looked at Luo Qingchen with a deep smile and said, "Little Sakura Demon, I said we would meet again!"
"Qingchen, do you know him?" Li Jinfeng's eyes were full of confusion. Didn't she spend more than a hundred years with him in Xuankongju? How do you know the Fourth Highness of the Demon Clan
"What does it have to do with you?" Luo Qingchen snorted and raised her eyebrows, her words as simple as she wanted.
She really didn't want to say more than a word to this kind of man.
"Su Qingxie, the last time we met was by chance..." Luo Qingchen narrowed her eyes, looked at Su Qingxie in front of her and said, "I'm afraid it's not such a coincidence this time!"
Hearing this, Yan Ruoyao's eyes flashed with a hint of jealousy that no one else could detect.
The next second, she seemed to have grabbed Luo Qingchen's pigtails, and said with a disdainful smile: "So you are still dealing with demons!"
"It's funny! I'm a little demon who doesn't deal with demons, so how can I deal with you?" Luo Qingchen snorted coldly. When he said this sentence, he looked sonorous and powerful, and every word was precise. (To be continued)