After eavesdropping on the little junior sister’s voice, the entire sect went crazy.

Chu Linfeng's question was also the question of everyone. They all looked at the weapon spirit curiously, waiting for his answer.

Qi Ling glanced at Zhao Shi with resentment, raised his little head, and said stubbornly: "I won't tell you."

Although his connection with the main body was cut off by the moonstone, causing his strength to decline greatly, his foundation was still there.

Lin Yan and these golden elixir stage monks could trap him, but they couldn't really hurt him.

Jiangxiao could faintly feel Zhaoshi's aura from the weapon spirit, and asked Jiang Xin in a low voice: "Senior sister, is this weapon spirit a part of the fourth senior brother?"

After asking, he felt it was impossible, "But it's not like Fourth Senior Brother is missing a part."

[I feel the same way, I just don’t remember what happened. 】

[But it doesn’t matter, I have a solution. 】

"Junior brother, let me ask." Jiang Xin walked forward.

There was a rope tied around her waist. When she moved, Jiang Xiao on the same rope moved.

Jiangxiao kicked off his short legs, threw the flying weapon spirit to the ground, and gave him a beating.

Even the Demon Lord in the Mahayana stage can easily be accepted as a disciple. The master is indeed the strongest combat power below the Tribulation stage.

He was punched away by Jiang Xin and crashed straight into the Gen Gua Mountain built by Lin Yan using the Bagua Pan.

But this hope was quickly dashed.

Lin Yan was kind-hearted and advised Jiang Xin: "Little junior sister, be gentle. Don't beat her to death."

The small fist also looked like it had no power, but when it hit the flesh, it hurt so much that Qi Ling screamed: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhff on on on. It hurts! It hurts!"

Chu Linfeng's eyelids jumped when he saw it, and he finally realized that something was wrong, and asked Lin Yan in a low voice: "I know that my junior sister is great, but when did my junior brother become so powerful?"

The two little ones walked up to Qi Ling one after another.

As long as he can break through this blockade, he can escape!
In the unprecedented pain, Qi Ling saw a glimmer of hope.

Qi Ling looked at Jiang Xin, who was as tall as himself, and then at Jiang Xiao, who was only slightly taller than him, and sneered: "The older ones can't do anything to me, what can you two do to me? "

Qi Ling looked at Jiang Xin seriously, and saw that she was a mortal with no cultivation. He felt that these people were bluffing him, so he rolled his eyes at Jiang Xin: "I won't say anything!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Xin's little pink fist coming towards him. The real man with the weapon spirit didn't even try to hide.

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However, before he could finish this thought, a small pink fist as big as a milk bag fell on his face. Severe pain came, as if all the bones in his body were broken. The pain caused the weapon spirit to scream like a pig: "Ah - —”

Zhao Shi glanced at them silently, and his admiration for Jiang Yichen grew to a higher level.

"Amitabha." Wu Xin lowered his head with a compassionate look on his face. He had even thought about how to perform a salvation ceremony for the weapon spirit. He hoped that when the weapon spirit's body was divided later, for the sake of the weapon spirit he had just helped, he Go ahead and leave some good materials for him.

Jiang Xin nodded obediently and said to Qi Ling in a good-tempered manner: "If you say so, I won't beat you."

How could he be afraid of a child with a secret treasure that was at the level of the Tribulation Stage?

Lin Yan didn't know, but Lin Yan had a strong ability to accept: "If there is one, there are two. Master will never misjudge the person."

On the other side, Jiang Xin listened to the screams of the weapon spirit and asked with a straight face: "Do you want to say it now?"

The weapon spirit is super stubborn: "Don't tell me! Can you still beat me to death?"

Jiang Xin didn't care: "I'll beat you to death, little junior brother, beat me!" Seeing Jiang Xiao punching again, Qi Ling was shocked: "If you beat me to death, no one will tell you the reason!"

Jiang Xin didn't care: "Anyway, you didn't want to tell us the reason while you were still alive, so you just beat him to death."

"That's right." Jiangxiao felt that the senior sister was really smart. He imitated her and tried to beat the weapon spirit to death with one punch.

He did not show any obvious killing intent, but Qi Ling clearly felt the threat to his life and shouted: "Don't hit me! I said!"

The small fist that contained strong spiritual power stopped less than half an inch away from his cheek. For the first time, Qi Ling understood what it meant to "save a life before death."

If he slowed down his words and dropped his fist, he would definitely be stunned.

Oh my god, who are these two brats? How can they be more vicious than him?

Jiang Xin came out from behind Jiang Xiao and asked fiercely: "Tell me, why do you look so similar to my fourth senior brother?"

The weapon spirit sighed in frustration, lay on the ground like a salted fish, and said in a dull voice: "The last time he entered here, I swallowed part of his soul."

Seeing Jiang Xin's face wrinkled in pain, Qi Ling hurriedly said, "But I vomited after eating! His soul is intact! I grew up with him because I absorbed part of his origin when I devoured his soul. Got to be the same.”

"Spit it out." Jiang Xin ordered.

Qi Ling curled his lips: "This bit of origin has long been integrated with me, so I can't spit it out. At worst, I won't use his face."

He rubbed his bloodless face vigorously, and the face that belonged to Zhaoshi slowly blurred, gradually revealing another unfamiliar little face.

It was also the face of a child, looking younger than the six-year-old Akihiro, as if he were three or four years old.

After doing all this, Qi Ling whispered: "I told you, you can't kill me."

"As the secret treasure of the Qiao family, what is your true identity?" Zhaoshi asked.

Qi Ling didn't want to say it, but looking at the pair of young ancestors standing in front of him, he didn't dare not say: "The spirit-calling banner of gods and ghosts."

Wu Xin was surprised: "The blood demon's soul-calling banner?"

Qi Ling looked at him unexpectedly: "You know?"

Wu Xin nodded: "The Sutra Pavilion of Zenkong Temple records the past of some evil demons in Xizhou. There is an evil cultivator who has cruel methods and enjoys blood sacrifices. He is called the 'blood demon'. No one knows the true identity of the blood demon, only the blood demon." There is a spirit-calling flag that can capture people’s souls and turn them into their own use.”

He gradually slowed down his tone and said thoughtfully, "It is recorded in the book that the Blood Demon has the cultivation level of transcending the tribulation period, but the Qiao family previously said that the Qiao family's heirloom secret treasure can enhance the user to a great level, so the Blood Demon's true cultivation level Is it the integration period?”

Qi Ling sneered: "No, he is in the Tribulation Stage, but he is a garbage Tribulation Stage, and he was chased and beaten by Mingchen and the Fusion Stage. It was all because of my support that he was not beaten to death by Mingchen."

The more he spoke, the more he became filled with hatred, and by the end he was almost gritting his teeth.

Everyone knew that this hatred was directed at the Blood Demon, and the weapon spirit's disgust for him was palpable.

Chu Linfeng asked excitedly: "Is the 'Mingchen' you are talking about the Immortal Lord Mingchen?"

As if remembering that unpleasant past, Qi Ling was silent for a long time before uttering a syllable in his nasal cavity: "Yes."

After a pause, he added unconvincedly, "I'm not weak, it's just that Mingchen is so strong that I was almost broken by her."

Everyone who originally admired him for being able to resist Mingchen Immortal Lord said: "..."

OK, you are strong, but your brain is not very good. (End of chapter)