"Just because you are worried about me, do you even care about your own safety?"

Leng Yumo touched her nose and said sheepishly: "I didn't think so much at the time...and I didn't want to disregard my own safety. It was my knife that didn't obey my orders!"

Speaking of the knife, Leng Yumo looked down and was shocked.

"Holy shit, is this my knife? How did it become so beautiful?"

The blade of the sword has turned red, and with the injection of spiritual power, the red lotus cluster above it is looming.

From then on, she could clearly feel that the knife had become more powerful than before.

No, that’s not right! It’s not just a knife!

Leng Yumo's eyes widened, feeling as if he had been hit by a pie, "My cultivation has broken through the peak of the Tribulation Stage and I have become a Golden Immortal? No, how is this possible? I am not wrong about anything! Not even half a bit.

I don’t feel anything at all.”

Jingyuan quietly hid his opened hand behind his back.

With the surge of divine power, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He pretended that nothing happened and asked: "Have you ever entered the ruins of the Wushang Palace before? This knife should have been obtained from the Wushang Palace, right?"

"Wushang Palace?" Leng Yumo was stunned.

Some vague and distant voices vaguely sounded in my mind.

"Feeling your warm blood, it purifies the [Wu Shang Palace], so it is said that you have the [Red Lotus Seizing Soul Sword] and the [Wu Shang Flame Jue],"

"I wish my soul without sorrow could remain in this world forever and never be dispersed or destroyed."

Looking at her expression, Jingyuan understood clearly: "[Wu Shang Palace] is a major religion in ancient times, and only they can create magic weapons and techniques that can absorb the filth [Shang] in the world."

"Xiao Monk really wants to thank Miss Yumo. If you hadn't purified the water in this soul-nurturing pond, Xiao Ceng would have had to go through a lot of troubles to achieve his goal."

Only then did Leng Yumo realize that both of them were still in the pool, soaked to the skin.

But the water in these pools is crystal clear, with dazzling colorful brilliance emitting from the waves.

"What happened?"

"Asshole! Didn't I tell you that this place is dangerous? You have to come in...come in...eh?!"

The Hongyan Sect disciples who rushed in after hearing the commotion were shocked when they saw the scene in front of them.

The pool...the water in the pool stopped rolling?! What the hell is going on?

Jingyuan used a golden bowl to scoop out a bowl of water. As soon as the water entered the bowl, it disappeared without a trace.

Seeing the Hongyan Sect disciples come in, he saluted them gratefully: "Thank you Hongyan Sect for the gift of the soul-nurturing pond water. This is a small thank you. Please pass it to the head of your sect."

After saying that, Jingyuan left a storage ring on the ground and disappeared with Leng Yumo.

…

Leng Yumo looked at the sudden change of scene in front of him and was dumbfounded: "How did we get out of the soul-raising pool? Little monk, do you have a teleportation array on your body? That's not right, the two formations cannot be superimposed. We are raising souls."

In the soul pool formation, random teleportation disks should have no effect!"

Jingyuan smiled shyly and said nothing.

Seeing him like this, Leng Yumo didn't ask any more questions, but waved towards him: "Little monk, now that all our wishes have been fulfilled, it's time to go our separate ways."

The smile in Jingyuan's eyes dissipated in an instant.

There was an unprecedented sense of loss in my heart.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he felt that gathering and separation were impermanent, and they would eventually be separated.

Leng Yumo also felt a sense of sadness and reluctance in her heart.

Then he couldn't help but want to slap himself!
Chapter completed!