Ling Changsheng stood with his sword in his hand.

A howling wind blew by, raising his hair and clothes.

Turning his head, he looked at the weird one that was still alive.

Although there was only one percent of the trick left in his body, and his physical exertion was serious, his cold eyes still frightened the other party so much that he didn't dare to make a move, and even showed horror on his face.

Ling Changsheng just took a step in the direction where the weird one was.

The latter was so frightened that he couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Say, where is the man in the painting?"

Ling Changsheng asked in a deep voice as he approached.

He had noticed the strange change in the expressions of the four heads just now, and guessed that they should all know about it.

So.

He would not hesitate to make a move, and controlled the attack trajectory of the thousand sword qi rings, successfully leaving this strange life.

Weird was so frightened that he continued to retreat a few steps back, just wanting to keep a safe distance from Ling Changsheng.

But.

Is it safe in this big pit?

It's all in the range of Ling Changsheng's attacks.

Not safe at all!

Trembling in his heart, the weird head retreated and said in a trembling voice: "She...... She's gone. ”

Ling Changsheng's face sank: "It's gone, what do you mean?" ”

Weird was frightened and retreated one after another.

A look of trepidation.

Obviously, they, like the Terrans, share their fears.

It is even possible that their emotions come from the Terrans they eat.

"That's it...... It's just suddenly gone. ”

Weirdly shaking his head.

"That woman is so powerful, she once hit the blood-stained bone lord with one move, we didn't dare to offend her, and she had no intention of leaving, so she found a place to live in this city, and later, she left a small golden bell in the house, and the person disappeared."

Ling Changsheng frowned: "A move to severely damage the blood and bones? A little golden clock? ”

Old Man Song's granddaughter is already strong to this extent?

It's no wonder that when I saw her portrait, the bloodstained bones and the four-headed weirdness all had very unnatural faces, it turned out that the bloodstained bones had been severely injured by one of their tricks.

It's just that......

Since she can severely damage the bloody bones with one move, why not just kill it?

And also......

Is that golden bell a Qiankun clock?

So, Old Man Song's granddaughter is related to the clues of Qiankun Zhong?

What the hell is going on?

Thoughts flashed, and Ling Changsheng immediately asked, "What about the little bell you said?" ”

Weird hurriedly said: "I was put into a mustard bag by Lord Bloodstained Bone." ”

Hearing the three words "mustard bag", Changsheng suddenly remembered that Old Man Song had said that there was a mustard bag on the blood-stained bones.

Can ...... now

Where are the mustard bags?

Won't be cut off by the trick he just made to fall into the abyss, right?

Spatial treasures shouldn't be destroyed so easily!

If the bag is really destroyed, shouldn't the contents be dropped?

It was in the midst of Ling Changsheng's thoughts.

The weird one turned around suddenly, wanting to take advantage of Ling Changsheng's unpreparedness and wait for an opportunity to escape.

"Humph!"

Ling Changsheng had been paying attention, and seeing that the other party was about to escape, he didn't hesitate at all, urging the last strange force in his body, and his entire body instantly turned into dozens of figures.

"The wind is rising!!"

WhewW......

Dozens of figures swept out in an instant, surrounding the strangeness of preparing to escape.

Whew......

Each figure turned into a sharp and icy sword aura, slashing out a Dao Sen cold sword light in the void.

Puff puff......

In the blink of an eye, dozens of frost-condensed wounds were cut out of this strange body, and with these wounds as a starting point, the paper-burning ashes continued to spread all over the body.

In the blink of an eye.

A pile of ashes scattered on the ground.

The power in Changsheng's body has also been exhausted, and a sense of weakness spreads throughout his body.

Then.

A large and three small clusters of treacherous light flew towards him and submerged into his body.

Among them, the light cluster of the blood-stained bones was especially full of energy.

The increase in sword qi that absorbed this tricky light cluster was particularly obvious.

Moment.

A cloud of deteriorating light also floated out of the pile of ashes in front of him, and it sank into Ling Changsheng's body.

"Although the trick power has been exhausted and I am a little prostration, but fortunately, there are still nine tricky sword qi available in the body, and it shouldn't be difficult to deal with some ordinary weirdness. This last fake broken pill, let's keep it for now.

"The only pity is that I haven't been able to see the power of the rules of the Trick Domain."

Ling Changsheng actually wanted to see it.

But.

He knew there was an opportunity in the future.

When you get stronger, it's not too late to take your time to see it.

The most important thing now is to live, not to force the rules of the Trick Domain.

Murmured.

Ling Changsheng dragged his tired body, planning to look around first to see if he could find anything.

Under the eyes of the incomprehensible eyes, many things around him showed corresponding information.

Looking for something in this mess of ruins.

It's so easy to use!

But.

The continuous consumption of mental power may not be used too long-lasting.

In addition, during the battle of more than two hours before, Ling Changsheng would also use it from time to time, resulting in his current mental state indeed feeling a little tired.

I looked for a few moments.

Ling Changsheng didn't find the mustard bag, so he could only accept the unphased deceitful eye first.

That's when it happened.

A little girl who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old floated up to Ling Changsheng, stared at him for a moment, then turned around and floated to the other side, floating two feet away, seeing that Ling Changsheng did not follow, it looked back again.

Ling Changsheng frowned slightly, not understanding what it was trying to express.

But he knew that he wanted him to follow.

Then let's take a look.

The little girl with the filthy soul floated to a pile of rubble five hundred meters away from the big pit at the bottom of the circle, and finally stopped, and raised her illusory hand and pointed downward.

Ling Changsheng's heart suddenly moved: "What is buried under here?" ”

The little girl nodded.

After making Changsheng hesitate for a moment, he carefully planed up.

"Huh? It's ......"

He excitedly lifted a few pieces of bricks and bluestones with dirt and picked up a palm-sized purse embroidered with golden moire.

At this time, the little girl with the filthy soul who guided him had disappeared.

Ling Changsheng understood.

This filthy soul is probably here to repay the favor.

If it weren't for it to lead the way.

It is impossible to dig this thing out of such a distance by yourself.

No tricks, open!

【Mustard bag】

Description: A special bag with the power of space, which can be controlled and collected through mental power, the space inside is equivalent to nine cubic meters, except for living creatures, other things can be stuffed in, and the space in the mustard bag has a time locking effect, what is the state of the things put in at the time, and what is the state when they are taken out.

Evaluation: Entering (extreme)

[Note: Ownerless, nothing to pay attention to.] 】

"I didn't expect the blood-stained bag to be shot so far? Moreover, such a delicate thing does not look like it was made strangely. ”

Ling Changsheng didn't believe that such a refined thing could come from a strange hand.

As for why there is such a mustard bag for blood-stained bones.

Do you need to care?

No, you don't!

Ling Changsheng tried to reflect his divine consciousness into the mustard bag, but he didn't expect that the whole person suddenly seemed to be sucked into some mysterious space, and there was no need to drip blood to recognize the Lord or something.

And!

Note that the column also mentions that this is an unclaimed thing.

Could it be that after the blood-stained bones got this mustard bag, they did not confess to it?

Perhaps.

After all, it seems that there is no blood, and even if they want to confess the owner of the mustard bag, they can't do it.

Go back and try to confess the Lord again with blood.

Otherwise.

Wouldn't it be a huge loss to put a lot of things in there, in case they fall and are picked up by others?

Thoughts flashed.

The immortal's consciousness quickly became clear, and he only felt as if there was a void space in front of him.

Everything in the space floated in front of him.

Bloody heart!

Stumps, severed arms, mutilated human bodies......