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I saw his eyelids move slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. Xiang Qi patted his head with one hand, and with the other hand, he supported the stone bed with great difficulty, and sat up with great difficulty.

Xiang Qi only felt that his mind was swollen and there was a tingling sensation. He understood that this was the stinging of the divine soul caused by most of Shicai's divine thoughts leaving his body and forcibly invading the magic weapon.

Xiang Qi looked at the Xuantie Sword in front of him, which was intact and did not have the slightest abnormality, the corners of his mouth grinned, a trace of self-deprecation flashed on his face, and he sneered, closed his eyes, and recovered the power of his divine soul.

Xiang Qi remained motionless like this, meditating for about a day and a night.

This day and night is a bit long for a mortal, but for an immortal cultivator, it is a very short period of time, and it passes in an instant.

During this period, Xiang Qi naturally cultivated the Divine Refining Technique to strengthen his divine thoughts. Fortunately, the damage to his soul was not serious, and it took him more than half a day to recover.

However, he did not immediately cast a spell in order to erase the natal mark in the Xuantie Sword, but used the remaining half a day to consolidate and strengthen the divine soul.

At this time, Xiang Qi, who felt that the time was ripe, slowly closed his eyes, and his lips moved slightly to chant an inexplicable mantra.

After a while, he only felt that an invisible wind was attached to the surface of the Xuantie Sword, which was naturally a powerful divine thought from Xiang Qi's body.

Immediately afterward, several large golden runes submerged into the Xuantie Sword, and as he spat out the word "Fen", this powerful divine thought slowly invaded the inside of the Xuantie Sword at the speed of a snail's movement.

And with the deepening of the invasion of divine thoughts, the pain on Xiang Qi's face became more and more intense, and the beads of sweat on his face were even more "fluttering" and "fluttering" dripping non-stop.

After about a cup of tea, I saw a trace of excitement barely rising on Xiang Qi's face full of pain.

It turned out that Xiang Qi's divine thoughts were finally able to enter the inside of the Xuantie Sword, suspended above that natal mark.

Xiang Qi carefully looked at the picture of the divine thought teleported back, and couldn't help but be shocked, no wonder the natal mark of the magic weapon was not easy to remove, it turned out that the reason was here.

I saw a black-brown imprint the size of a fingernail suspended above a cloud-like air mass made of several layers of white fluorescent layers, and thousands of white silk threads emanating from this cloud-like air mass were deeply inserted into the black imprint. The black-brown mark is naturally the natal mark.

But what is this white cloudy air mass, and what are the thousands of white threads that are deeply embedded in the black imprint?

It seems that if you want to remove the natal mark, you must cut the thousands of white silk threads connected to it.

However, there was a problem that plagued Xiang Qi here, without knowing what the cloud-like air mass and the white silk thread were, he would not rashly cut the white silk thread.

Before, he saw in a very remote book that when the ancient powerful monks were fighting the Fa, when they encountered a life-and-death situation, they would often blow up their natal magic weapon in order to escape for their lives.

And the reason why the ancient powerful monks were able to detonate the natal magic weapon was probably due to the influence they exerted on the natal imprint through divine thoughts. As for what the impact was, he did not know.

Xiang Qi thought like this, and a look of horror and fear gradually appeared on his face.

Could it be that these white silk threads have something to do with the self-detonation of the magic weapon, and the cloud-like air mass below is a powerful chaotic energy?

Thinking of this, Xiang Qi was shocked in his heart, fortunately he was cautious by nature, and did not recklessly forcibly cut these white silk threads, otherwise, if it was really as he expected, wouldn't he have detonated the Xuantie Sword? If he died like this, wouldn't he have been wronged to the extreme? When he arrived at Lord Yama, when he asked about the cause of death, I was afraid that he would be embarrassed to speak.

For the detonation of the magic weapon, the ancient monks were very jealous and secretive about it, which shows how destructive it is.

Xiang Qi, who closed his eyes tightly, touched his chin. After a moment, the corners of his mouth grinned and chuckled. Judging from Xiang Qi's complacent appearance, he must have thought of a solution to this problem.

"Since you can't separate the connection between the cloud-like air mass and the natal imprint, then just pull them out together!" Xiang Qi thought excitedly.

However, Xiang Qiyan estimated himself and felt that the divine thoughts that invaded the Xuantie Sword were a little weak, and it was not enough to wrap and pull out the cloud-like air mass.

So, the next moment, I saw Xiang Qi's brows furrowed, and another powerful divine thought invaded the Xuantie Sword.

Immediately afterward, within the Xuantie Sword, an invisible wind quickly enveloped the cloud-like air mass and the natal imprint inside.

After a moment's pause, I saw Xiang Qi frowning, spitting out the word "out", and the cloud-like qi mass and natal mark in the Xuantie Sword slowly moved outward at an almost imperceptible speed.

At this time, Xiang Qi's tingling sensation in his soul was more than strong than when the Divine Mind invaded the Xuantie Sword. Xiang Qiqiang endured the intense stinging pain of his divine soul, commanded his divine thoughts, dragged the cloud-like air mass and the natal imprint, and moved out little by little.

Time passed little by little. Xiang Qi's whole body was already soaked with sweat, and his clenched fists trembled even more, and his lips that were bitten by his teeth were already bleeding blood.

About a moment later, I saw a white air mass with a black-brown mark sticking to it, flying out from the surface of the Xuantie Sword at a speed that was not too fast. After an instant, he was suspended in the void in front of Xiang Qi's eyes, motionless.

"I succeeded! I actually succeeded!" Xiang Qi, who already had a sense of this, naturally opened his eyes, looking at this black-brown mark with great relief and excitement, and suddenly, his bloody mouth opened and he laughed loudly.

Immediately, Xiang Qi slowly withdrew the divine thoughts attached to the cloud-like air masses and natal imprints, and then, he struck several magic decisions at them one after another, placing an extremely simple prohibition on their surfaces.

The reason why Xiang Qi did this was to prevent this cloud-like air mass and natal mark from accidentally exploding. If he accidentally fell because of this, he went to Hades, and it would be even more difficult to talk about it.

Therefore, for the sake of your own life, in order not to be ridiculed by others, it is better to be cautious!

Xiang Qi naturally found an iron square box, sealed the cloud-like air mass and the natal mark in it, and then received it in the storage bag.

Xiang Qi's move was not to preserve the cloud-like air mass for a long time, but to find an opportunity to dispose of it. Who wants to keep a ticking time bomb around for a long time?