Hong Sanjiang avoided Xiaojian's assassination after hanging out, and a cold sweat broke out on his body.

When Xiao Jian followed Hong Sanjiang, he made it very clear that it was only a temporary cooperation, and Xiao Jian could leave Hong Sanjiang at any time.

At this moment, Hong Sanjiang patronized and argued with Wu Tianjiao about the ownership of the fairy sword, and accidentally said what was in his heart, forgetting the explosive temper of this "sword ancestor".

"Without further ado, the fairy sword is still a magic sword, you can know by trying it with thunder and lightning." Wu Tianjiao scolded.

"Yes, yes, come, woman, smash the thunder and lightning fiercely on the master!" The little sword floated towards the no-man's land.

"Alright, just stop there!" Wu Tianjiao flipped it in his hand, and a "thunder charm" shot away, straight into the sky above the small sword.

The moment the "Lightning Guiding Talisman" shattered, there was a "click", and a thunderbolt the thickness of a thumb appeared from the air and struck the little sword.

"Ah~!" A cry of pain came from Xiaojian.

This voice is not Xiao Jian's child's voice, but Bai Zhantang's.

Xiaojian shuddered in fright.

Isn't its owner dead? How could there still be a wisp of divine soul left on its body? Moreover, when did the spirit of its owner turn black?

The black soul is definitely a sign of enchantment for monks!

Wu Tianjiao's face changed.

Wu Tianjiao didn't hear Bai Zhantang's voice, after all, Wu Tianjiao had never seen Bai Zhantang's face.

However, the voice that came from Xiao Jian's body just now was that of an adult man.

Wu Tianjiao's mind turned, and she guessed part of the truth: Bai Zhantang's resurrection was hopeless and he fell into the devil's path.

Thinking of this, Wu Tianjiao endured the pain and took out a high-level lightning talisman from the storage bag.

The "lightning guide talisman" that Wu Tianjiao used just now was low-level, and the power of the lightning it attracted was not very strong. Wu Tianjiao is afraid that he will not be able to destroy this "demon soul" in the little sword.

If this "demon soul" carried this wave of thunder and lightning and commanded the small sword to kill all directions, no one in the monks present would be able to live.

After all, when Bai Zhantang fell, his cultivation was the Great Perfection of the Yuan Infant!

The monks present, Wu Tianjiao, who cultivated the highest, were only knotted.

Sure enough, when the arc flower "crackled" on the little sword's body, a black mist rose up on the little sword's body.

"Go~!" Seeing that the black mist was showing signs of escaping, Wu Tianjiao snorted lightly and quickly threw the high-level "Thunder Guiding Talisman" in his hand into the air above the small sword.

With a "click", a purple lightning bolt slashed down.

The black mist had nowhere to escape, and under the purple thunder and lightning, it rushed left and right, and was finally refined into a trace of light smoke.

Light smoke wafted out, emitting a disgusting stench.

"Wow~!" Only then did the monks come back to their senses and let out an exclamation.

"Hurry back, hurry back~!" Wang Cheng screamed hoarsely and took the lead to run under Tianque Peak.

Wang Cheng has lived for such an old age, and he has seen a lot of things.

The black mist just now, the guest is demonic!

What if the "Demon Soul" inside the small sword is not extinguished, and after the thunder and lightning disappear for a while, the "Demon Soul" runs out to devour their cultivation?

Wang Cheng took the lead in escaping, and the remaining disciples in the square also took a step forward and ran away in a swarm.

Hong Sanjiang wanted to leave, but he was reluctant to "get" the fairy sword that he had finally "obtained".

Looking at the little sword "bathed" under the thunder and lightning, Hong Sanjiang gritted his teeth and stabilized his figure.

Xiao Jian is already stupid at this point.

How could the spirit of its owner turn black? Could it be that in the hundreds of years that it has been sleeping, what has the master done that cannot be allowed to be achieved by heaven and earth? No wonder······ The nun just said that it had demonic energy on it!

The thunder and lightning struck Xiao Jian's body, and every time he struck, Xiao Jian's body was so painful that even his soul trembled.

The little sword didn't dare to move. Xiao Jian knew that this was the thunder and lightning refining the remaining demonic energy on its body. Demonic qi is a very domineering thing, as long as there is a trace of demonic qi left, the immortal qi of the little sword will be slowly polluted into demonic qi.

Only by refining all the demonic qi on his body can the little sword be reincarnated and transformed into a fairy sword again.

Wu Tianjiao stood aside, motionless looking at the little sword "bathed" in thunder and lightning. But he held the scorching sun in his hand, ready to fight against the monsters that rushed out at any time.

The high-level thunder talisman that Wu Tianjiao threw out just now was one of the few treasures in the Linglong Fairy's collection.

Wu Tianjiao no longer has a magic weapon that can restrain monsters.

Wu Tianjiao could see clearly that the wisp of "demon soul" that dissipated under the thunder and lightning just now was only not much thicker than a hair.

If the "Demon Soul" is really transformed by Bai Zhantang, there is definitely more than such a small wisp.

Fortunately, Hong Sanjiang did not have a contract with Xiaojian before, otherwise, Wu Tianjiao would have to worry about whether Hong Sanjiang would be assimilated by the "Demon Soul".

This high-level "Thunder Guiding Talisman" lived up to Wu Tianjiao's expectations, and after the purple thunder and lightning eliminated the black mist, the arc continued to hover over Xiao Jian's body, exploding.

The arc flickered on the little sword for about ten minutes before slowly disappearing.

The little sword "dang long" and fell to the ground.

Oh oh mom~! It hurts to death!

Wu Tianjiao let go of the magic trick in her hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The gloomy aura on the little sword had disappeared, and the little sword, which was originally about three inches long, had shrunk to half of its original size.

"Lord Fairy Sword, are you alright?" Hong Sanjiang cautiously walked up to Xiao Jian's side and asked.

"It's okay~!" Xiao Jian originally wanted to be "paralyzed" on the ground for a while, but when he saw Hong Sanjiang's hand stretched out to him, Xiao Jian hurriedly "whew" and flew up from the ground.

This flight, Xiao Jian felt very pleasantly surprised.

Before, when Xiaojian was flying, he always felt a little heavy on his body. At that time, Xiao Jian thought that it was because he had been asleep for too long that he would not be as light as before.

Now, the "demon soul" on Xiaojian's body has been removed by the heavenly thunder, and the shackles on Xiaojian's body have disappeared, and he can fly lightly.

Yo hehe~! It's finally a free fairy sword!

Xiao Jian excitedly flew around the square a few times before stopping in front of Wu Tianjiao.

"Thank you, woman, for helping to remove the demonic energy from me." Xiaojian said.

"It is the responsibility of my generation of monks to eliminate demons and defend the Dao, and I deserve your thanks." Wu Tianjiao said lightly.

"Woman, you're good. However, I will not recognize you as my master. Xiaojian said bluntly.

"Yes, yes, how can Lord Fairy Sword recognize a woman as the master?" Hong Sanjiang's face originally collapsed, but when he heard Xiao Jian say this, he immediately became happy.

"Oh? Then tell me, why don't you want to confess me as Lord? Wu Tianjiao saw that Hong Sanjiang owed so much, so she deliberately asked.

"Woman, your cultivation is too poor! Luck is also average, and it does not meet the requirements of my confession. Xiao Jian was picky.