Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Heavenly Absolute Sword, clenched in Ziqian's hand, the blood-red sword body was full of red light.

A huge evil qi emanated from the sword's body, and the surrounding cold qi, under the influence of this evil qi, was quickly assimilated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The resentful spirit's expression changed, and he said in horror: "How is it possible, how can you absorb my origin yin qi, what is that magic weapon in your hand?"

Ziqian didn't speak, and his figure flew up in the air and slashed in the direction of the resentful spirit.

The resentful spirit didn't dare to be careless, and a terrifying aura came from the Heavenly Absolute Sword, and he hurriedly sacrificed the magic weapon in the shape of the hand bone in front of him to meet him.

There was a loud "boom", and the Heavenly Absolute Sword and the Hand Bone Magic Weapon collided together, producing a huge impact.

This force once again made Ziqian fly out upside down, spin in the fast space, and fall to the ground safely.

On the Heavenly Sword, the blood-red light dimmed a little, and trembled slightly.

The magic weapon of the resentful spirit turned into powder under the tremendous force, and snow-white bone powder fell from the sky one after another.

With a single photo, the hand bone artifact was destroyed.

"How is it possible, how can you destroy my magic weapon?" The resentful spirit was no longer as calm as it had just been, and his voice was even more terrified.

Ziqian looked at the resentful spirit coldly, and said in a deep voice: "There is nothing impossible in this world, although your cultivation is good, it may not kill me." Speaking of this, a killing intent flashed in his eyes, and his voice became a little colder, "I don't know what happened between you and the cultivator, but if you want to kill me, you must first ask me if the magic weapon in my hand agrees."

The resentful spirit was finally a little scared, but he didn't let Ziqian go, and sneered: "Boy, your cultivation is not high, and your tone is not small, I want to see how capable you are." His wrists turned again and again, and one after another spells were struck, and a voice floated out from the thick fog, "Sleeping undead, blood to take the seal, all souls return to the sect."

The black light on the resentful spirit's body flashed, and a small black banner appeared in front of him, and the black banner was under his control, and the black light was magnificent.

When did Ziqian see so many ghost things, his expression changed greatly, the Heavenly Absolute Sword in his hand would swing quickly, and the true power of his whole body was input into the sword body in an instant, only to hear him shout in a low voice, "The ferocity dissipates, the Dao Qi remains, and the blood light is slashed." The body flew up in the air, and with a wave in the direction of the resentful spirit, a bloody light was released, and it suddenly flew towards the resentful spirit.

The resentful spirit's expression changed, and a magic battle was struck, and those ghosts were immediately placed in front of him, resisting the oncoming red light.

As soon as the red light touched the ghost, one of the ghostly things screamed and dissipated into the air, followed by a second, a third.

In the blink of an eye, there was not a single ghost left in front of the resentful spirit, and it seemed that it was about to come to the resentful spirit.

The wraith exclaimed, and a huge amount of cold aura formed a shield in front of him, trying to block the red light that shot in.

With a soft sound, the red light pierced through the shield's defenses and went straight into the wraith's body.

"Ah!!h

In the thick fog, there was a residual scream, and the surrounding fog dimmed in an instant.

The black banner also lost its spirituality, suspended in the air and swaying, as if it would fall to the ground at any moment.

The mist dissipated, and Ziqian couldn't help but gasp when he saw the appearance of the resentful spirit.

This resentful spirit is not a man, but a woman, her appearance is absolutely beautiful, even compared with Chu Siqi and the others, it is difficult to distinguish Xuan.

After 10,000 years of cultivation, the resentful spirit is no longer a spirit body, except for the hair that is transformed out, the rest of the parts are the same as humans.

Thousands of years of cultivation, rebirth of the body.

Seeing a fist-sized blood hole in the chest of the resentful spirit, Ziqian knew that what this resentful spirit had just said was true, and her cultivation had indeed been nearly 10,000 years.

When the resentful spirit sacrificed the magic weapon, Zi Qian felt the crisis, and the Heavenly Absolute Sword in his body flew out of the Heaven and Earth Ring without being summoned, and appeared in his hand.

"Boy, you're so good that you can break through my defenses." On the beautiful face of the resentful spirit, there was a look of anger, "Today, I will kill you."

Ziqian's expression remained unchanged, staring at the resentful spirit, and said, "Kill me, see if you have this ability?"

The resentful spirit smiled coldly, the mist dissipated from her body condensed again, covering her beautiful face, the black banner swirled in the air, and the sound of the wolf howling came again, she was just about to make a move, suddenly remembered something, and sneered: "Boy, I still have something to do, I will play here with you today, and the next time I see you, I will never show mercy to my subordinates."

After speaking, the resentful spirit snorted coldly and fled into the distance.

How could Ziqian watch the resentful spirit escape, if the resentful spirit really cultivated into a resentful soul, it would be more difficult to kill the other party than to ascend to the sky.

The figure flashed, Ziqian turned into a breeze and chased over, and as soon as he escaped a hundred meters, there was a sharp pain in his body, and the escape technique stopped.

Looking at the direction in which the resentful spirit left, Ziqian was extremely unwilling, but there was no way, sighed, and returned to the village.

When he came to Lian Fei's house, Ziqian opened the formation, entered the room, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that everyone was safe and sound.

Ziqian was really afraid that the resentful spirit would use the strategy of diverting the tiger from the mountain and return here to attack Fang Xuan and the others.

The arranged formation, although it can prevent mortals from entering, has no effect on the resentful spirit, and she only needs to cast the simplest Dao technique, which can be easily broken.

In the room, the candlelight emitted a faint glow, shining on Ziqian's face.

Ziqian's face was unusually pale, as if it was white paper.

Fang Xuan walked in front of Ziqian, and said worriedly, "What happened just now?" Although she didn't know what happened, she was sure that there was a big battle just now.

Ziqian didn't want Fang Xuan and the others to worry, and said, "It's okay, let's go back!"

Fang Rong had also woken up at this time, and he knew something about what had just happened, and when he saw Ziqian's expression at this moment, he became extremely respectful.

The crowd didn't say anything and left Lian Fei's house.

Along the way, Fang Rong walked in front, while Fang Xuan walked side by side beside Ziqian, and several times he wanted to ask something, but he was stuck in his throat.

When he arrived in the courtyard, Fang Xuan finally asked, "Ziqian, will you leave here in the future?"

Better a finger off than always aching.

Ziqian looked at Fang Xuan and said affirmatively, "Yes, I will leave here in the future." He didn't want to deceive Fang Xuan, so he truthfully said what he thought in his heart, "Fang Xuan, I really feel that you have been taking care of me these days, we are not people of the same world, I am a cultivator, it is impossible to stay in a small village forever."

Fang Xuan's expression darkened, although he had already known that Ziqian would say this, but after hearing the other party's words, he still felt as uncomfortable as a knife, and his breathing became short, "Ziqian, can't you really stay?

The meaning of the words is obvious, but even a fool can hear it.

After hearing this, Fang Rong sighed, glanced at the two people in the courtyard, and said, "I'll go in first, you can talk for a while." He really wanted his sister and Ziqian to be together and be happy for a lifetime, but he knew that this was impossible, the other party was a cultivator, and it was impossible for him to give up the avenue for the sake of his children's personal feelings.

In the courtyard, Fang Xuan lowered her head, waiting for Ziqian's answer.

Ziqian looked up at the starry sky, and only after a long time did he speak: "Fang Xuan, I understand your intentions, but it is really impossible between us."

After Fang Xuan heard this, her eyes moistened, she tried her best not to let herself cry, and said in a low voice: "Ziqian, we really ......"

Ziqian interrupted: "Fang Xuan, don't say such things, if you say it again, I'll leave now."

"Don't!" Fang Xuan grabbed Ziqian's shoulder and pleaded, "Are you staying with me for a few days?"

Ziqian shook his head and said, "No, I'm leaving tomorrow." He had already figured out that he would leave here after regaining his true power tonight, he had already formed a grudge with the ghost, and if he didn't leave, he would implicate the people of a village, and only by finding the spirit and guiding her to another place could everyone be safe.

Fang Xuan didn't know what Ziqian was thinking in her heart, she thought that Ziqian didn't want to be with her at all, sighed, and said, "Ziqian, do you think I can cultivate?"

Ziqian was slightly stunned, his divine sense swept over Fang Xuan's body, but he found that Fang Xuan only had one kind of spiritual vein, and it was a wood attribute spiritual vein.

After thinking for a while, Ziqian shook his head and said, "You don't have a spiritual vein, so you can't cultivate." He didn't want to see Fang Xuan die under the cultivator's magic weapon, or how could he die for some reason, he wanted to see Fang Xuan simply live his life.

Fang Xuan sighed, raised his head and glanced at Ziqian, then turned around and ran towards the room blankly.

The moment he turned around, a tear slipped down and dripped into the ground of the earth.

Ziqian's face was solemn, as if he didn't see it, raised his head, and stared at the starry sky.

In his previous life, when Ziqian was lonely, he liked to look at the bright night sky. Looking at those flickering stars, he always felt that those starlights contained supreme morality, but after looking at it all these years, he still didn't see anything, because the morality seemed simple and easy to understand, but when he really understood it, it was so profound.

At this moment, a voice came, "So, do you think I can cultivate?"