An Xian walked over.

Su Jing shouted in a louder voice: "Blind your dog's eyes, this is the acting peak master of the ninth peak, the wife of Senior Brother Liyuan." ”

Before the gatekeeper disciple was about to say something, Qiu Heng's voice had already come. "An Xian, you go back and rest, the old man will take care of it here. ”

An Xian said: "Senior, I miss my husband." I want to go and see him, can't I?" there was no shyness on her face, as if to say: I want to drink water, can't I?

The young female disciples are all blushing and secretly scolding, shameless! The young male disciples are so embarrassed, girl, can you be more reserved?

The older ones all stared at An Xian with disgust. In public, why doesn't this little girl have any shame?

If the young couple next to them asked to see each other for such a reason, Qiu Wei would probably throw his sleeves over and throw this undignified woman off the ninth peak. However, they all knew that the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had a mission, and that was to help Liyuan get a peaceful heart.

An Xian went up to the tower, and Su Jing and Wang Sheng were left outside.

"Two seniors, I want to be alone with my husband. Standing in the tower room on the ninth floor, he said calmly and generously.

Qiu Luo and Qiu Heng wanted to say: He is a living dead, what can he be alone? However, the two of them can only walk out of the tower room and give up the room to leisure.

An Xian closed the door and closed the window.

All the people on the Yue Jue Tower showed strange colors.

"Phew, shameless, obscene!" I don't know what the female disciple who scolded this thought of.

Su Jing and Wang Sheng looked at each other, weren't they here to fight and snatch back the Qiankun bag? What was she doing behind closed doors?

An Xian opened the ghost door and entered the ghost mound.

Yin Zhiyuan is dead. Even if he didn't die, An Xian didn't have the ability to control him.

An Xian took the Thousand Miles Ghost Mirror, walked out of the ghost gate, and returned to the tower room. She came to Liyuan's jade bed, sat down on the edge of the bed, and held the Qianli Ghost Mirror in front of Liyuan.

"Liyuan, I remember, when I bathed you the day before yesterday, I didn't have that Qiankun bag. However, yesterday, the Qiankun bag appeared automatically. In this room, apart from you, there are only Senior Brother Su and Senior Brother Wang. If it were them, they could have delivered it to me personally. ”

"So, you gave me the Qiankun bag, right?"

"If it's you, you can help me. Help me erase the owner's mark from this artifact. ”

An Xian ripped off Liyuan's shirt and placed the Thousand Miles Ghost Mirror on his chest.

A flash of red light flashed through the mirror. There was a click, and something shattered.

An Xian was startled, stood up on the ground, and ran a few steps on his feet, until he ran to the tower wall, and turned his back against the tower wall.

Her heart was pounding so hard that she almost popped out.

After taking several deep breaths, he calmed down. "Sure enough...... Sure enough, it's you!"

Liyuan lay quietly.

Silent.

After a long while, An Xian slowly walked back to the jade bed. She picked up the Thousand Miles Ghost Mirror and probed into a trace of spiritual power.

Mo Xiang's imprint on the Thousand Miles Ghost Mirror has disappeared.

The Thousand Miles Ghost Mirror has become an ownerless thing.

An Xian said softly. "Thank you. ”

She opened the ghost door again and got up to enter the ghost mound.

Liyuan's fingers suddenly flashed with a green glow.

Take a look at it in peace.

I saw that the nail of Liyuan's right index finger was slowly pulling out of the finger.

"What are you doing?" asked An Xian.

Little by little, Liyuan's nails were pulled from his fingers. There was no bleeding, only a faint glitter of green.

A nail as smooth as a shell fell off.

An Xian put down the Qianli Ghost Mirror and went to pick up this piece of nails. Her hand touched her nails. Nails suddenly shine brightly.

After a few moments, the brilliance faded. What appeared in front of An Xian's eyes was no longer a small nail, but a sword. A thin sword one meter long and three fingers wide.

The sword body and the hilt are integrated, and they are as white as jade.

An idle finger ran over the sword. The blade of the sword has an iron coldness.

Hold the hilt of your sword in peace. This sword actually made her feel connected by blood, as if it was not a sword, but her hand.

An Xian's hands couldn't help but tremble. Shock, ecstasy, and fear raced through her, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop the hand holding the sword from trembling.

"Liyuan, you should know, I want to divorce you. I don't want anything from you, because I'm not going to give you my heart. I won't die, I want to cultivate immortals, and I will live forever. ”

"So, you can't wait for that day. ”

"I really don't want anything from you, but, this sword, I ...... I like it so much!" An Xian's hand slowly stabilized, no longer trembling. "Since you give it to me, I naturally want it. It's just that the ugly words are ahead. I can cultivate immortals, and I am sure that I will succeed. I'm not going to die. ”

"If one day, I really reach the realm of mortality, and there is no hope of living, I promise you, I will give you my heart. ”

"I don't think you can wait for that day, though. ”

"It's too early for you to find another goal. ”

"I'm going to take those three ghosts now. Your sword might be of some help, so I'll take it with me. ”

"By the way, what's the name of this sword?"

An Xian took the long sword like a white jade carving in his hand and looked at it carefully.

"If you don't say it, I'll call it a nail sword. Hiss, nail ......" An Xian's gaze fell on Liyuan's finger that was missing a nail cover, and his pupils shrank, "It's not good, or I'll call it Bai Hong? Well, it's called Bai Hong! ”

Liyuan fell asleep, unresponsive.

An Xian took Bai Hong in one hand and the Thousand Miles Ghost Mirror in the other, walked into the ghost mound, and immediately closed the ghost door.

In the Thousand Miles Ghost Mirror, there are only three ghosts in total. They were all immortal cultivators who entered the Dao with martial arts before their deaths, and comparatively speaking, their physical strength was much stronger than that of those who simply cultivated into the spirit, and because they had practiced martial arts since childhood, they were more agile and proficient in combat.

The three ghosts obviously inherited their fighting abilities during their lifetimes, but unfortunately, their lives were damaged because they were forcibly refined into the Thousand Miles Ghost Mirror.

An Xian tried many times, but he couldn't get their souls out of the Thousand Miles Ghost Mirror intact.

"I had to force it out. It's a pity. "No regrets.

If you can make the three ghosts completely transferred to the ghost mound, become her ghosts. Then she is likely to have one more spiritual vein.

Why one, and not three?

An Xian remembered that the "Ghost Master Cultivation Manual" explained that under normal circumstances, every time after refining a ghost and recognizing the master, a spiritual vein could randomly appear in the ghost body.

Note: It's random!

This vein is not necessarily new, it is likely to be a duplicate of the previous one. The more ghosts of the same type, the more likely it is that the veins it opens will be repeated.