"Runic ......"

Bending down to pick up this rune paper, after noticing a purple long sword painted on the pale blue background, Fang Nan no longer had the slightest doubt in his heart, and directly put it into the storage bag. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fu Bao has some of the power of magic weapons, and its value is even more precious than the best magic weapons, and most of Fang Nan's jealousy of the young man surnamed Wu before actually comes from this thing, after all, the brilliant sword light in the inn in the small city five years ago left a deep impression on him.

His eyes fell on the corpse's storage bag, Fang Nan's brows furrowed slightly, he not only consumed a Great Wind Blade Talisman this time, but also took the Silver Shark Shield that had accompanied him for four or five years, Qing Lingzhou's spirituality had also worn out a little, since the other party even had a rune treasure, the remaining magic weapons should be able to make up for his losses.

Untying the storage bag from the corpse, Fang Nan's divine sense poked out, and when he was about to check the contents of the body, a rustling sound suddenly came from the corpse, and the shell of the corpse that had become charcoal also loosened, as if something was wriggling inside.

Fang Nan's face tightened, and he subconsciously took two steps back, flipped it with one hand, and the red gold paper fan appeared in his hand.

However, he didn't act rashly, his eyes were firmly fixed on the abdomen of the corpse with the most movement, and the red flame fan in his hand was clenched, just waiting for any abnormal changes to shoot directly.

Crash!

Like broken porcelain, the charred shell of the corpse's abdomen cracked open, and a finger-sized insect slowly crawled out of the corpse and appeared in the air.

To Fang Nan's great surprise, this insect was snow-white, crystal like jade, with a round abdomen, and two dark green eyes that were only the size of rice grains, shining with a faint light, looking not only not the slightest danger, but extremely cute.

But seeing the strange scene of this worm breaking out of its corpse with his own eyes, he naturally wouldn't think that this white fat little worm was just as simple as it looked.

It seems that it has not been exposed to light for too long, and the white fat insect whose body falls in the autumn is a little cowering and curled up in a ball, and there is no movement for a long time.

Seeing this scene, Fang Nan laughed a little, he was really too nervous, anyway, this spirit insect was a larvae at a glance, although the way it appeared was a little weird, but how could it hurt himself who was a high-level qi refiner.

Carefully scanning the inside of this insect with his divine sense, Fang Nan did not find any divine sense imprints left by other monks, it seemed that it should be an ownerless thing, and he didn't know how it was hidden in the body of the monk surnamed Wu.

Shaking his head, Fang Nan took out a wooden box from the storage bag, buckled the spirit worm inside, and then slowly closed it and put it in his sleeve.

This wooden box is the one that was used by the monks of the "Five Talismans" to hold the Great Wind Blade Talisman before, the material is extremely special, it looks ordinary, but it is strong enough to resist a fireball spell from the south below.

It would be great to use it for the time being.

Put away the storage bag of the young man surnamed Wu, Fang Nan still decided to leave this place first, and it was not too late to check after returning to Yuqing Sect, the little girl surnamed Xiao didn't come with her, maybe she went to ask for reinforcements, and she couldn't be careless.

Anyway, he hasn't revealed his true identity since he came out of the mountain, and he hid it in the Yuqing Sect, even if the people from the Luanmu Sect checked it all the way, what could he do?

Before leaving, Fang Nan subconsciously glanced at the corpse with the hole in his abdomen, and then with a flick of his fingers, a fireball the size of a broad bean landed on the corpse, igniting a raging flame, engulfing the entire corpse almost instantly.

Seeing that the corpse that had been burned into charcoal by his own soul flame had turned into green smoke under the fireball technique, Fang Nan was a little dumbfounded, it seemed that the monk's fireball technique, which was not very useful in the fighting method, was extremely convenient for destroying the corpse.

"Hey, this is ......"

Wisps of green smoke drifted away with the wind, and Fang Nan was about to leave, but he suddenly noticed something, and hurriedly squatted down and looked intently.

I saw that where the head of the corpse was originally located, there was a faint blue flame burning at this moment, and it became thin at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fang Nan could see at a glance that this fist-sized dark blue flame had been separated from the soul flame in his body, and he immediately frowned, and a little doubt appeared in his heart.

After pondering for a moment, he slowly stretched out his right hand, turned his palm into a finger, and as soon as his mind moved, a faint blue soul flame appeared from his fingertips.

With a flick of his fingers, the wisp of soul flame on his fingertips immediately submerged into it, and the soul flame that fell on the ground immediately rose into the air and suspended on Fang Nan's palm.

Under Fang Nan's control, the soul flame in his palm became thinner and thinner, revealing what was wrapped inside, but when he saw this thing clearly, his heart jumped, his mouth opened slightly, and his face was full of disbelief.

"It's ...... Monk's spirit?"

A turquoise light flickered slightly inside the soul flame, and Fang Nan, who had seen the scene of Liang Yi seizing Bailin, could naturally see at a glance that this was clearly the soul of the young man surnamed Wu!

"Could it be that the soul flame can still seal the monk's soul so that it can't escape?"

Thinking of this, Fang Nan's heart jumped suddenly, if he could really do this, wouldn't it mean that the monk who died under his own soul flame, not to mention taking away, couldn't even put himself into reincarnation.

As he was thinking about it, the turquoise spirit in his hand seemed to have reached the limit of its endurance under the burning of the soul flame, and after the surface brilliance dimmed, it directly turned into countless pale green points of light and dispersed.

Fang Nan frowned slightly, he hadn't thought of doing this, it seemed that his control over the soul flame had not yet reached the level of subtlety, so he would have to practice more in the future.

Looking at these points of light flying in front of him, Fang Nan suddenly bent his fingers, and those points of light suddenly converged towards his forehead, and immediately disappeared into the sea of knowledge.

Closing his eyes slightly, it was dark at first, and then it was like a little fishing fire lit up in the depths of the dark night, and the pictures were getting closer and closer, suddenly showing clearly in front of Fang Nan, and they swept by one by one.

The numbness and gloom of being a beggar on the streets of the world, when he was brought back to Luanmu Sect by his biological father, the ecstasy of a drowning person struggling to the shore and surviving in a desperate situation.

The surprise when he saw all the incredible supernatural powers of the immortal cultivators, and the surprise and pride when he found out that his father was an elder of the sect.

Cultivated as a small success, the elegant and chic when fighting the sword against the wind......

The huge ambition of wanting to build a foundation and knot Dan was unwilling and angry before being robbed of life by the soul flame......

After all, it turned into a wisp of green gas in the dark blue flames and dispersed.

After a long time, Fang Nan opened his eyes, looked at the green glow that dissipated between heaven and earth, and was silent.

After more than ten years, the years are in the blink of an eye.

If you don't become a great road and don't seek immortality, all your thoughts will be vain, and all the past will be in smoke.