The words fell, and Xu Yuan subconsciously looked towards Luo Xiran.

He wondered what she might do to detect the trail of the trail.

Although Luo Xiran was a saint ten thousand years ago, now she doesn't even have a real body except for the memory experience of a saint.

And compared with the original language of the Enchantral God Tree Spirit, Luo Xiran can only be regarded as a machine spirit, and the fungus blanket is also controlled by the characteristics of the Blood God Stone.

One is the spirit of the living and the other is the spirit of the dead, which is fundamentally different from the beginning of the language that can use the Dao domain.

As for her current body?

The principle is basically the same as the original 'Qi' transformation into Li Qingyan's appearance.

It's just that one body structure is the flesh and blood of the original ghost, and the other is the fungus blanket associated with the ghost.

And as a former mortal ghost, Xu Yuanke knows too well about the black dead fungus blanket.

It's simply a companion product of the ghost, a leftover material that enhances the body of the ghost, and a 'power bank' that replenishes the source of life for the ghost.

There is no soul, no source qi, no abyss synaesthesia, only a life source, and the life source is something that needs to be used through the body of a strange ghost.

With such a body constructed of a fungus blanket, how could Luo Xiran probe the corpse of the saint?

While Xu Yuan was thinking, Luo Xiran moved.

Without any bells and whistles, Luo Xiran directly landed next to Chi Kui's headless corpse with a vertical leap, and then pressed his hand on the other party's chest.

Under the distant gaze of Xu Yuan and Li Qingyan, the silk-thin fungus blanket gradually wrapped Chi Kui's burly headless body.

The most high-end detection methods often only require the most simple flesh to lie on the thunder.

After a few breaths, the 'silk' wrapped around Chi Ling's body quickly dried up without any warning, as if it had been directly drained of life.

Seeing this scene, Luo Xiran was not surprised in his eyes.

Even if the saint died, the remnants of the corpse would be fatal to something like the fungus blanket, let alone directly invade it.

Glancing at the two of them at the edge of the pit, Luo Xiran's voice came from afar:

"Your Highness, there is no trace left in the body of this barbarian king's saint, and there is no danger."

"Thank you, senior."

Li Qingyan replied politely, then glanced at Xu Yuan on the side and asked:

"Do you want to go along?"

"Shall I go?"

Xu Yuan opened his mouth, his eyes were a little surprised.

Even standing on the edge of the crater, which was nearly a mile away from the barbarian king's corpse, he already felt a suppressed and dull discomfort.

In layman's terms, this is the coercion of saints.

In essence, this is after the fall of Chi Ling, and the holy source contained in the body of the saint is spreading uncontrollably.

Forcing the number is at ease in people's hearts.

No matter how extraordinary his soul is, it is just a soul, and there is a high probability that he will be crushed to death when he gets closer.

Li Qingyan chuckled:

"Don't worry, this palace will take care of you."

Between the words, the red clothes flew, and the depression and dullness disappeared in an instant.

Xu Yuan felt the layer of Qi lingering around him, and asked:

"Why do you have to take me there?"

Li Qingyan looked at Chi Kui's corpse, and his voice was very soft:

"The barbarian king is killed by you and me, and the capture during the period should be divided equally with you."

Xu Yuan's eyes flashed, and then he smiled dumbly, with a hint of ridicule in his tone:

"Are you worried that I'm dissatisfied?"

"Hongu just doesn't want to owe you anything."

"You don't have a lot of debts, you owe so much anyway."

"The Six Elements of the Yuan Dynasty is very expensive, and now you owe it to the palace."

“.” Xu Yuan.

"Tsk."

"Huh."

Li Qingyan's red lips hooked, and he glanced at him with a smile: "If you don't want to go over, then forget it, don't suspect that this palace has stolen your share when the time comes." ”

Xu Yuan coughed lightly:

"Ahem, tell me beforehand, it's not like I don't trust you."

"Virtue."

Li Qingyan glanced at her, and then jumped with Xu Yuan and landed next to Chi Yu's body.

And the moment he came closer, Xu Yuan immediately frowned.

Due to his cultivation, he couldn't see it from too far away before, but now when he looked closely, he found that Chi Lao's body as a saint had begun to decompose.

Ancient books record that the body of a saint can not decay for thousands of years, and now it has only been a few days?

Xu Yuan subconsciously looked at Luo Xiran on the side:

"Xiran, what is this?"

Luo Xiran stood beside the corpse, staring at the rotting corpse, and his voice was very soft:

"His hind hand."

Xu Yuan thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered the secret method of evil magic that could refine corpses into meat puppets, and said in a low voice:

"That's right, the body of this martial saint of the Barbarian King is so strong that once it is refined into a corpse puppet by us with a special method."

"It's not."

"Huh?"

"I said no."

Luo Xiran looked back at Xu Yuan and shook his head slightly:

"When a whale falls, all things are born, before this barbarian king died, he did not leave other lethal follow-ups, but scattered all his holy sources into this land."

Li Qingyan's willow eyebrows raised slightly, and he said softly:

"This palace has seen this kind of method in an ancient book, when the sect was in the world, many saints would disperse their cultivation and merge into the secret realm of the sect to nourish all things, so as to feed the sect that has served for a lifetime."

Speaking of this, she looked at Luo Xiran:

"Senpai, do you mean that?"

"Yes."

Luo Xiran nodded and looked at the ruined barbarian holy city:

"The power of a saint can't completely change this extremely dark place, but at least. It can bring hope here. ”

“.”

Li Qingyan slowly looked back at the already decaying and unshapedly dark corpse on the ground.

The horns are gone, the spikes are gone, and the once strong and solid body is now pitted, only the golden blood that belongs to the saint is glowing with some residual charm in it.

Gaze on the number of breaths,

With a long sigh, Li Qingyan's rustling voice seemed to murmur:

"Even if you die, you still want to pave the way for your people, and this can be regarded as implementing your life's ideals."

Listening to the conversation between the two daughters, Xu Yuan probably understood the current situation and said:

"It's a pity, Chi Kui is a very good king, for his people."

A smile flashed between Li Qingyan's eyes, and he said in a low voice: "It's really a pity." ”

Standing in Chi Kui's position, it is difficult for Li Qingyan to say that he can do better than him

Because the strength of the barbarians and the Great Yan is not at the same level at all.

At this winner-take-all table, Chi Ling pressed down his life's chips but still couldn't close the gap in strength.

While talking,

Li Qingyan's dark pupils swelled with a flash of flame, and a wisp of flame began to swirl between her slender fingers.

It was as if it could burn all the Dao Essence fire, reflecting everything around it.

Feeling this heat, Xu Yuan was stunned for a moment:

"What are you?"

Li Qingyan turned his eyes back, his eyes calm:

"This is the last respect that this palace has for him."

The words fell silently, and the fire of Dao Yun fell.

(End of chapter)