"Meet the master!"

The beast spirit was prostrate on all fours, lowered his head slightly, and said in an extremely weak voice.

At this time, the blood rope on the body of the Han Qi Beast Spirit was slowly withdrawn, and finally turned into a pool of blood and returned to Feng Lingmo's feet, gradually integrating into his body.

At this moment, Feng Lingmo's body was trembling, his face was extremely painful, as if he was struggling hard.

After less than that, Feng Lingmo gradually calmed down, the head under him slowly lifted, and the bloodshot on his eyeballs had faded, returning to his original clarity.

I saw that the beast spirit that was crawling in front of Feng Lingmo turned into a purple-black streamer again, and it burrowed into the Han Ding with a bang, and then the Han Ding rotated at high speed, and it was rapidly shrinking between the rotations.

After three breaths, it had become a palm-sized furnace.

Feng Lingmo looked at this scene in amazement, stretched out his right hand, his palm slowly opened, and finally the smaller Han Ding turned into a streamer again, and quietly fell on Feng Lingmo's palm.

At the same time, streams of information frantically poured into Feng Lingmo's mind.

"This Han Ding is not only a Dan Ding, but also a complete low-grade artifact. ”

After the information about Han Qiding was read by Feng Lingmo, he exclaimed. Immediately thought of the Stygian Purgatory Sword that had been lost before, it was also a low-grade artifact, but it was incomplete.

"If you want to truly confess the Lord, do you have to leave your own blood imprint?"

Feng Lingmo looked at the Han Ding in his palm, muttered to himself, and immediately didn't say a word, he immediately bit his index finger, a drop of blood slowly oozing out, and finally fell on the small Han Ding with a tick.

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The next moment the blood dripped down, a fierce red light suddenly rushed out from the top of the stone chamber, and with a piercing humming sound.

After that, the red mangs turned into points of light in the sky and quietly disappeared.

This is Feng Lingmo feels that he has a little more intimate connection with Han Qiding, just like the original Purgatory Sword, or even closer than it, but after a trace, the connection was cut off, not so much cut off, but that feeling was more like hiding.

After knowing it again, Feng Lingmo's spiritual thought moved, and the light turned into a streamer, burrowing into his eyebrows, and finally standing within his spiritual sense.

After Feng Lingmo subdued Han Qiding, he took a turn in the stone room, but he didn't find anything, so he could only leave helplessly, but when he thought that there was still a four-grade spiritual weapon Heavy Flame Falling Sword waiting for him in the Medicine Pavilion.

The gloomy expression immediately cheered up, although this time he harvested the Han Ding Ding, compared with the Chongyan Falling Sword, the latter is obviously a weak chicken, but now Feng Lingmo does not have a spirit weapon to take advantage of, so that weak chicken naturally can't be easily let go, not to mention that it is still a giveaway!

Feng Lingmo turned around and came to the original entrance, a dark blue light curtain appeared in front of him, and the pace of progress stopped, not knowing how to get out.

"Huh?" Just as he was thinking about how to get out, Feng Lingmo suddenly noticed that the thunder and lightning that had been beating in the light curtain were gone.

"Is it because Han Qiding was subdued?" Feng Lingmo stared at the light curtain in front of him with his eyes, and an idea appeared in his heart.

Immediately raised his index finger, and a dark black spiritual power gathered in his index finger, which burst out with a bang and turned into the light curtain in front of him.

However, on the other side of the light curtain, a black light burst out of the light curtain in front of her, slashing through the side of the red moon, and almost fell on her.

Seeing this, Hongyue obviously knew that Feng Lingmo had succeeded, so she hurriedly took out the black stone from before and used it to tear a hole in the light curtain in front of her, but now it was much easier than before, and it was no longer so laborious.

Feng Lingmo saw the familiar hole, and immediately stepped into it to meet with Hongyue.

After Hongyue saw Feng Lingmo, a strange gaze appeared in her beautiful eyes, looking his body up and down, although she was a little embarrassed, but she didn't reach the point of being half-dead, and finally slowly opened her red lips and asked weakly, "You took it in?"

"Yes!"

Feng Lingmo nodded lightly and walked forward.

Looking at the back of the hair coming and going, the shock in her heart could not be calmed down for a long time, she knew how difficult it was to subdue Han Qiding, it was as difficult as climbing to the sky, but the young man in front of her really did it.

She stood in place for a long time, and saw that Feng Ling Mo's figure was getting smaller and smaller, so she followed closely.

"Little brother, can you show my sister the Han Qiding!"

Hongyue and Feng Lingmo were beside Chongyan Luojian, and said with a faint smile.

"Yes. ”

Feng Lingmo nodded and responded.

Immediately, a small purple-black furnace appeared on his palm.

Its appearance suddenly carried a wisp of ferocity, and it was only for a moment that it had already dissipated.

Hongyue's beautiful eyes were solemn, and she looked at the furnace ding that stayed on Feng Ling Mo's palm in a daze, and looked at the hideous faces engraved on the four sides of the furnace ding, and she was sure that it was really Han Ding.

"Well, it's indeed Han Ding, then please take away the Chongyan Falling Sword that you fancied!"

After confirming the authenticity of Han Qiding, Hongyue picked up the Chongyan Falling Sword and handed it to Feng Lingmo's hand.

Feng Lingmo took back the Han Ding, excitedly took the Heavy Flame Falling Sword, waved it a few times at will, practiced his hands, and carried it on his back.

After thanking him, he wanted to turn away.

"Little brother, wait. ”

However, just as Feng Lingmo was about to turn around and leave, an old voice suddenly came, although it was old, it was extremely mellow.

I saw a white-haired old man straighten up and walk slowly, his wise eyes looked Feng Lingmo up and down, nodded slightly, revealing appreciation.

"This is the elder of our Medicine Pavilion, Medicine Elder. ”

Hongyue explained to Feng Ling Mo with a smile.

"The disciple pays a visit to Yao Lao. ”

When Feng Lingmo heard this, he immediately bent down and clenched his fists and said.

"Little brother, you subdued Han Qiding! I know you love that sword, this is the Chongyanluo sword technique, keep it well. ”

Yao Lao took out a red scroll and handed it to Feng Lingmo's hand.

Feng Lingmo excitedly took this scroll, hugged his fists and said gratefully: "Disciple thank Yao Lao, then the disciple will leave first." ”

After Yao Lao nodded, Feng Lingmo turned around and left.

"I didn't expect you to take it in, I hope you don't disappoint me, hurry up and cultivate the world's treasures to the fullest, hehe"

Yao Lao looked at Feng Lingmo's distant back, his previous kindness had long since vanished, and was replaced by greed for the world's treasures.

It's just that after Feng Lingmo left, he didn't know what happened behind him.

He came to a mountain at the inner gate and wanted to return to his house.

But at this moment, Jiang Maodong was out of breath and hurriedly rushed up, holding a post in his hand.