The demon seed was in Xiao Yan's Dantian, and he shook his head and said: "This Jiang Deng is not that Jiang Deng. The Jiang Deng my master is looking for is the Reverend Jiang Deng who almost ascended to immortality a thousand years ago! Is it possible that this Jiang Deng, who only cultivates at the Foundation Establishment level, is
Is it comparable to a woman with useless spiritual root qualifications?"
Xiao Yan looked shocked and said: "Venerable Jiang Deng? But isn't she already dead? I heard that she was killed by seven of her disciples for practicing evil skills, and her soul was extinguished..."
"This is rhetoric to the outside world. Only Venerable Jiang Deng and her seven disciples know the truth."
After the demon seed briefly explained, he added: "My master is also one of the seven disciples of Venerable Jiang Deng. He calculated that the opportunity for Venerable Jiang Deng's reincarnation has arrived, so he sowed tens of thousands of demon seeds in the ten domains.
Each demon seed can parasitize a monk, and everyone has the same purpose, which is to find the reincarnation of Venerable Jiang Deng!"
"If we, as a pair, can be the first to find the reincarnation of Lord Jiang Deng, the master will definitely reward us!"
Hearing this, Xiao Yan was immediately moved, "What are the characteristics of Venerable Jiang Deng's reincarnation?"
The demon said honestly: "I can't detect anything from the outside, but with just a drop of her blood, I can take root and sprout! Then I will immediately pass on her message to the master! At that time, the master will tear apart the space and come directly to this place!"
Xiao Yan clenched his fists and his eyes were firm.
Searching for the reincarnation of Lord Jiang Deng and winning the first place in the sect competition would be exhausting for others even if they only do one thing.
But he is different, he does it all!
His first task is to injure Jiang Deng in the competition inside the door and get her blood!
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After Jiang Deng reported his name, he did not stop at the main peak, but Yu Jian and Jiang Zhiling returned to Zangfeng.
It was already dark now, but Feng Qing was still guarding the mountain gate. As soon as he saw Jiang Deng and Jiang Zhiling, he immediately greeted them warmly.
"Peak Master, Zhiling, how did you gain from your trip to the Sword Tomb?"
The three of them were chatting while heading towards their residence in Qingfeng Building.
On the way, Zhiling scratched her head and said with a smile: "Sister Feng Qing, I don't know either."
"..."
The corners of Feng Qing's mouth twitched slightly. I wonder what this meant?
"Zhiling's situation is quite special, but what I gained is very good. Now, this is a gift for you!" As he said that, Jiang Deng took off the Evil Killing Sword hanging from his waist and handed it to Feng Qing.
The Heavenly Spiritual Sword has developed spiritual wisdom. Unless it is turned into a natal sword and stored in one's body, it cannot be put into a storage bag and can only be hung on the body.
Fortunately, Zhu Xie Jian is a stammerer and talks very little. If he had been replaced by a verbose sword spirit, he would have given Jiang Deng a headache.
"This, is this a heaven-level spiritual sword?" Feng Qing said with a shocked look on her face.
As the little princess of the Fenglan Empire, she has a lot of experience. She can tell at a glance that the Evil Killing Sword is extraordinary. Such a powerful sword may not be able to be purchased with the entire financial resources of the Fenglan Empire.
And the Peak Master just gave it to her so lightly?
Feng Qing looked at the Evil Killing Sword eagerly, but did not dare to reach out to take it.
"Take it," Jiang Deng pushed it directly into Feng Qing's arms, "I'm sure there is a better one. You can just accept this sword as your natal sword!"
Even Feng Qing, who had always had a cold temperament, couldn't help but be moved to tears.
After getting along for such a long time, the Peak Master treated her better than her father, emperor, mother, queen, and brother. Now he went to the sword tomb to bring her a heaven-level spiritual sword...
Feng Qing clenched her fists and said with certainty: "Peak Master, I will definitely repay you in the future!"
She remembered that there was an underground palace under the Fenglan Empire's palace. There seemed to be some kind of treasure hidden in it. Every time, her father would carry everyone on his back and sneak in... This shows how precious the things hidden inside are!
Feng Qing could not wait to learn something immediately, go and rebel against Emperor Father, and then take out the treasures in the underground palace and give them to the Peak Master to repay the Peak Master for recreating her!
Jiang Deng didn't take Feng Qing's promise to heart, he just laughed casually and said: "Okay, okay, I believe you, first accept the Zhuxie Sword as your natal sword. You and Zhuxie Sword will have a good run-in in the past few days.
You also want to participate in the Queen of Heaven’s internal competition."
"Well! I will never embarrass you, Peak Master!" Feng Qing nodded and put her spiritual consciousness close to the Evil Killing Sword.
After Zhu Xie Jian realized that Feng Qing was not only a Yin spirit root, but also a pure Yin spirit body, he immediately concluded a contract with Feng Qing and became Feng Qing's natal sword.
Zhu Xie Sword couldn't be more satisfied with the new owner Jiang Deng found for it.
Although Yin Spirit Roots are not as rare as Heaven Spirit Roots, Yin Spirit Roots are paired with a pure Yin Spirit Body. This type of body is most likely to attract evil spirits. The more evil spirits you kill, the more beneficial it is for the Evil Killing Sword to increase its strength.
If it can kill the evil spirit at the level of the Venerable, it may even become a legendary divine sword!
Feng Qing picked up the Evil-Destroying Sword and waved it. The weight was appropriate and it turned out to be very smooth.
"By the way," Jiang Deng scanned the empty Qingfeng Building with his spiritual consciousness and asked, "Isn't Zhan Ji back yet?"
"No." Feng Qing shook her head, "Don't worry, right? Zhan Ji only came back early the next morning, so she won't be back tonight."
Just as he was talking, Jiang Deng suddenly noticed that someone had passed through the mountain-protecting sword formation. The sword formation had not been triggered, so the person who came was Zhan Ji.
Sure enough, not long after, Zhan Ji came over.
She was dressed more fancy than usual, with a full head of hair accessories, which made people wonder whether her slender neck could bear it. The strangest thing was that she staggered, pausing after taking two steps, as if she was walking
tired.
No... Zhan Ji is now a monk who has entered the Qi Refining Realm. How could she be tired after walking for a while?
Jiang Deng frowned slightly, keenly aware that something was wrong.
"You are all back..."
Zhan Ji raised her head and glanced at Jiang Deng and Jiang Zhiling, then quickly lowered her head. She raised her hands to cover her face and said in a vague voice: "I'm tired, so I went back to the house to sleep."
Jiang Deng didn't light it up, "Well, you should go to bed early. If something happens, just sleep and you'll be fine. If you really can't get through it, we can help you."
"good……"
Zhan Ji swallowed her voice even more, and she tried her best to keep her tone as normal as usual, "Um, Jiang Deng, can I still leave Zang Peak in the future?"
"Of course." Jiang Deng nodded, "You can go out anytime you want."
"Thank you..." Zhan Ji's voice was barely audible.
The eyes of Jiang Deng and the others were glued to Zhan Ji's back until she walked into the Qingfeng Building and could not see Zhan Ji at all.
"Sister, have you seen Sister Zhan Ji's face..." Jiang Zhiling looked at the direction Zhan Ji left, with confusion and confusion on her face.
Jiang Deng sighed. There were obvious marks on Zhanji's face that she had been beaten, but she tried her best to cover it up, obviously not wanting them to see it.
Could it be that there was some problem between Zhan Ji and her Taoist companions? But Zhan Ji didn't want to say it now, and they had no other solution.
Jiang Deng frowned slightly, remembering Zhan Ji's question before leaving, and felt that Zhan Ji would probably leave Zangfeng tonight. Maybe she could follow him to see what was going on...