The mood is very complicated, and his face is very delicate, but he won't admit that he gloated, he's just a little... Somewhat... Sympathize.

Yes, it's sympathy.

Xuanhe stared at his image in the mirror, a stream of qi and blood rushed straight to his head, trembling and glaring at the person opposite, gritting his teeth.

"You have succeeded in angering the deity, and the deity wants you to die without a corpse."

As he spoke, he took out a small bell and threw it into the air, and the bell instantly became larger and floated above Master Luo, covering her inside.

A suction force was instantaneous.

Master Luo's body shook for a moment, and quickly stabilized.

Xuan He didn't notice this subtle movement, he was very sure of his natal weapon, which was exercised with the soul summoning bell left by the ancient power.

Not to mention the transformation period, even the power of the catastrophe has the power of one blow.

"You can struggle as hard as you want, it's useless anyway, today is the day you die."

Xuan He's tone was very cheerful, as if he had seen the picture of Luo Shishi's death.

And Luo Shishi, who was shouted, couldn't help but roll his eyes again, and secretly scolded his retardation in his heart.

She had said before that the villain died from talking too much, and this person is still talking.

And also.

Now that she's trapped, it's time to make a move, the best time to fight at every turn?

Why didn't I find these guys fighting so verbose before, it's too hard to explain.

Master Luo exhaled turbid air, raised his sword, and slammed into a fierce light, and the dazzling light exploded in an instant, strongly blocking the sight of everyone present.

Before Xuanhe could react, a 'bang' sounded.

This was followed by a slight 'click' sound.

His chest rolled, and his face was immediately white and distorted in pain, and he hurriedly took two steps back and pressed his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

With a shake of his body, he suddenly knelt in mid-air, the aura in his body began to spill out, and the hand holding the sword couldn't stop trembling.

The eyes of Fang Hai and the others below widened, and they were full of horror and uncontrollable fear.

How can it be?

"Uncle Shi?!" Hurriedly flew up and held Xuan He, who was in a very bad situation, Fang Hai panicked.

The sixth uncle was not her opponent, and he lost so badly.

He knew that the bell was Uncle Shi's natal weapon, and his heart was cold when he looked at the golden bell that was already cracked not far away.

Who the hell is she?

How could there be such a strong cultivation?

I haven't heard of a female cultivator in the cultivation world who looks as beautiful as a heavenly immortal and is powerful.

is known as the first beauty in the cultivation world, because the other party has not worshiped any sect, nor has a name, only the name of a layman, so after becoming famous, everyone called Shijun with her name and honorific title.

But the other party is only a young man who cultivates, is it...

An incredible thought flashed through my mind.

Master Luo took the small bell, played with it twice in his hand, and nodded.

"It's not bad, you can use it as a talisman gadget for Brother Yan."

It's not that she doesn't have no treasures, on the contrary, there are a lot of treasures.

It's just that the high-level ones need to be driven by aura, and they can be used without aura, and they are all low-level, which is completely useless for high-level monks.

This little bell is different.

It itself is a thing that can store a large amount of spiritual energy, and it is a high-level magic weapon made in ancient times, as long as the mark on it is erased, it can be used without binding to the monk.

Hearing her words, Xuanhe's eyes suddenly split.

How could he not feel that his connection with the natal artifact had disappeared, and his cultivation was still regressing.