"Just because you're worried about me, are you disregarding your own safety?"
Leng Yumo rubbed her nose and said embarrassedly: "Didn't I think so much at the time... And I didn't think about disregarding my own safety, it's my knife that doesn't listen to me!"
Speaking of knives, Leng Yumo looked down and was shocked.
"Fuck, is this my knife? How did it become so beautiful?"
The blade has turned crimson, and with the infusion of spiritual power, the red lotus group above is looming.
And she could clearly feel that the knife had become stronger than before.
No, not right! Not just knives!
Leng Yumo's eyes widened, feeling as if she had been hit by a pie, "My cultivation has broken through the peak of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, and I have become a Golden Immortal? Isn't that right? How is this possible? I'm not wrong at all! I feel nothing."
Jing Yuan quietly hid his cut hand behind his back.
With the surge of divine power, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He pretended nothing happened, and asked, "Have you ever entered the ruins of [Wu Shang Palace] before? This knife should be obtained from Wu Shang Palace, right?"
"Wu Shang Palace?" Leng Yumo was stunned.
Some vague and distant voices sounded vaguely in my mind.
"I feel your blood and clean the [Wu Shang Palace], so I passed on your [Red Lotus Seizing Soul Knife] and [Wu Shang Flame Art],"
"I only wish that the soul of Wushang will stay in the world forever, and will not disperse or perish."
Looking at her expression, Jing Yuan understood: "[Wu Shang Palace] is a great religion in ancient times, and only they can create magic weapons and exercises that can absorb the filth [Shang] between heaven and earth."
"My little monk really wants to thank Miss Yumo. If you hadn't purified the water in this soul-cultivating pool, it would have taken a lot of trouble for Xiaoceng to achieve his goal."
It was only then that Leng Yumo realized that the two of them were still in the pool water, soaked to the bone.
But the water in these pools is clear and clear, with dazzling colorful brilliance emitting from the waves.
"What happened?"
"Bastard! Didn't I tell you that this place is dangerous? You have to go in... come in... Huh?!"
The Hongyan Sect disciple who rushed in upon hearing the movement was stunned by the scene before him.
The pool... the water in the pool is not rolling anymore? ! What exactly is going on
Jing Yuan scooped up a bowl of water with a golden bowl, and the water disappeared without a trace as soon as it entered the bowl.
Seeing the disciples of the Hongyan Sect come in, he saluted them gratefully: "Thank you Hongyan Sect for the water in the pool of nourishing souls, a small thank you, please pass on to the head of your sect."
After finishing speaking, Jing Yuan left a storage ring on the ground, and disappeared in place with Leng Yumo.
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Leng Yumo stared at the suddenly changing scene in front of her, and was dumbfounded: "How did we get out of the Soul Cultivation Pond? Little monk, do you have a teleportation disk on your body? That's not right, the two formations cannot be superimposed. In the soul pool formation, the random teleportation disk should not be effective!"
Jing Yuan smiled shyly, but did not speak.
Seeing him like this, Leng Yumo didn't ask any more questions, but waved at him: "Little monk, now that our wishes have all been fulfilled, it's time to part ways."
The smile in Jing Yuan's eyes dissipated in an instant.
There was an unprecedented loss in my heart.
He opened his mouth to say something, but felt that gathering and parting were impermanent, and they would eventually be separated.
Leng Yumo also felt a trace of melancholy and reluctance.
Immediately, I couldn't help but want to slap myself!
Leng Yumo, ah Leng Yumo, you can have some fun!