As the sword light was about to fall on Ye Que's face, a slender jade hand pulled his body and dodged to one side, and the sword light flashed with a cold light flashed away.

Ye Que was almost frightened. He didn't react for a long time, but felt the breeze in his ears floating. He seemed to be flying in front of him and his soul was chasing him behind him.

"How could it be? Why didn't my junior brother follow us?"

The people behind him were still chasing. Ye Que felt that the wind in his ears was extremely manic. Fu Liuyan, who was pulling his collar, cursed: "Ask me, who will I ask, let's go first."

At this moment! In the inn.

Lin Changfeng sat on the edge of the bed, his breath flowing, took a deep breath and shook his head and said, "You should not be able to treat the damage to the soul, so why not follow them."

On the round table in the room, Yuyazi sat cross-legged, recovering his breath bit by bit, and spoke helplessly: "I have only seen a similar method in the Dao Sect, so I wanted to try it, but I didn't expect that my senior's injuries would be so serious.

"

Holding the edge of the bed, Lin Changfeng stood up little by little. Only he himself knew his injuries. The Spike of the Gods was not of no use at all, and it did leave a single one on him...

However, after the super long burst behind, he completely used the power of the soul, which could only be considered an overdrawn, but it was difficult to recover now.

Standing up, Lin Changfeng coughed twice, waved his hand and said, "Go and see Ye Que and the others first, don't have any accidents."

He stood up slowly. Yuyazi actually didn't want to leave the inn. In his opinion, protecting Lin Changfeng was the top priority, and he would not worry at all about Ye Qu and the others.

Fu Liuyan is a member of the Thieves Sect. Although fighting is not good, his escape skills are still outstanding. Even a fifth-grade strong man wants to catch up with the other party.

Seeing what Yuyazi was thinking, Lin Changfeng said again: "Let's go and have a look first, I'm afraid they have any bad intentions, so I'd better go first."

Seeing Lin Changfeng insisting on letting him leave, Yuyazi felt helpless, and sighed again, then disappeared from the spot.

Just after he left, the space in the inn seemed to be blocked, everything turned into a loss of its original color, and the space seemed to be paused.

"Since you're here, why bother with him on your back?"

Lin Changfeng naturally knew who this familiar aura was. He had been separated for several days in Yuandu, but he didn't expect the empress to come to find her again.

The empress's laughter sounded strangely in the room, and then the empress in the red and white Song Dynasty costume appeared out of thin air. Her breath was completely restrained, and she looked like an ordinary woman.

It’s just that kind of aura that rules the world is convinced.

After a smile on Yanran, the empress said lightly: "You knew I was here for a long time? It seems that you also knew that I was here to deliver things."

A finger pointed gently at the void. After a light flashed, a dark green sword appeared in her hand. She flicked the sword body with her fingers. The empress smiled and said, "Your sword is very interesting, I didn't expect you to be so strong."

Those who choose such a timid sword spirit.”

After saying this, the sword spirit turned into a ray of blue smoke. He directly escaped from the empress's control and ran directly to Lin Changfeng, pointing at the empress and cursing:

"You fart! How come I'm timid? I've never been afraid even when facing Buddhist arhats."

He said he was timid, which was something that the sword spirit was unwilling to admit. What a joke? He was Lin Changfeng's sword spirit, but how could he be timid in suppressing the second-grade Buddhist arhats?

"Oh, is that?" The empress looked at Jian Ling with a smile, and an interesting smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Then why didn't you dare say this when you were in the Emperor City?"

He coughed twice in embarrassment, and the sword spirit turned his head and looked at Lin Changfeng, then said, "Who doesn't know that Empress, you are..."

Before the rest of the words were finished, the sword spirit felt an extremely terrifying fierce light. The rest of the words were not said, as if they were stuck in their throats, and they held them back.

"Okay." Lin Changfeng interrupted at this time, "If you have any, just say it directly. If it's okay, give it back to me."

Hey smile, the empress's finger

Flirting on the sword body, then laughed and said, "I was originally going to find someone to recast this sword, but this sword spirit cannot come out, which really annoys me."

"This is my spiritual weapon, you are not qualified to move it." Lin Changfeng also directly expressed his attitude. The Wuxiang Sword is his natal weapon, so forging naturally requires him to do it himself.

As for being attacked by someone, it is not impossible, but he doesn't like the forging methods of this group of people, so it is reasonable for the Sword Spirit to do this.

His eyes fell on the sword spirit, and the empress cut it off with disdain, restrained the smile on her face, and joked: "Why not do this? If you kill the sword spirit, how about this emperor being your sword spirit?"

Without answering this sentence, Lin Changfeng couldn't buy it and walked out towards the empress. Then he held the sword with his hands and responded coldly: "No interest."

"If you came here just for this matter, I don't think there is any need to talk again, please go back."

This cold attitude made the empress very unhappy, but she knew that even if Lin Changfeng could not provoke him, she waved her hand and sneered: "I am not so bored. I came here this time to tell you that there are treasures in the Soul Burial Cave.

I believe it will have a great effect on you in this world."

After saying that, the surrounding space began to regain color, and the empress disappeared directly, but her words were still stuck in the room.

"I don't need to tell you the place. I just remind you that there was a third-grade strong man buried there, and he was a priest of the wizard system, and a soul purified by Buddhism~"

After the words fell, everything around him returned to normal, while Lin Changfeng stood there, and the expression on his face gradually became solemn.

"Third-rank priest?"

This is the name of the wizard system. It is very difficult for people to reach this level, so Lin Changfeng was a little moved.

As long as it is the soul of the wizard system, if it can be swallowed, it may be able to recover some of the soul. It’s a pity that his current physical condition is.

Youran sighed, and Lin Changfeng looked at the Wuxiang Sword in his hand. He had this idea, but it was a little difficult. It was too difficult to get the soul of the third-grade priest.

"This matter seems to be more complicated than I thought."
Chapter completed!