I save spiritual roots for the next life

In full view of everyone, with an unwilling scream, Shangguan Liuyun's body turned into flying ashes, and his soul was twisted into powder by the quasi-immortal weapon.

Dissipated in heaven and earth in an instant.

All this happened so suddenly and so quickly that Shangguan Liuyun had disappeared from the world before everyone at the scene could react.

Immediately, the whole world seemed to fall into deathly silence.

"Liuyun!" After a moment, Shangguan Qingming roared angrily.

The black gold dragon-patterned cauldron in his hand violently attacked the protective talisman he had released.

boom--

With one blow, cracks appeared in the protective talisman.

boom--

Another blow, and cracks spread all over.

Three strikes and the protective talisman completely shattered.

Yu Wei directly overturned Li Jizhou inside, and his blood boiled.

The collected An Liuli essence and blood could no longer be maintained, and Li Jizhou regained his true aura.

In an instant, the Guanghan Seal in his hand felt an unusually violent vibration. The nearest Li Jizhou was instantly knocked away a hundred feet away, and his blood spilled into the sky.

The next moment, Guanghan Seal turned into a stream of light and shot up into the sky.

"Whoosh whoosh~" The four ancestors all chased after him instantly.

Only Shangguan Qingming did not look at the escaped Guanghan Xi. Instead, he rushed into the place where Shangguan Liuyun died, trying to attract a trace of his soul.

However, how can there be any trace left after the soul is scattered?

"Ah!!!" Shangguan Qingming suddenly turned around and looked at the dying Li Jizhou, his eyes bloodshot!

Then his eyes changed slightly, and he grabbed Li Jizhou with his big hand.

With a smile on his lips, Li Jizhou used his last bit of strength to pour out all the talismans in the storage bag.

The third-level advanced talisman seals are overwhelming and powerful, but they have little effect on Shangguan Qingming's level of overhaul.

However, amidst the overwhelming explosion of talismans and seals, ten black shadows shot towards the rear.

Its aura was so weak and undetectable that the people forming pills below didn't even feel it.

But Shangguan Qingming noticed when the talisman exploded and suddenly reached out from the void.

He captured six of the ten black shadows.

"The natal magic weapon made of the fourth-level ambergris cold gold has been cultivated to the level of a top-grade spiritual weapon!" After a moment of probing, Shangguan Qingming's eyes changed again.

A high-grade spiritual weapon is inconspicuous to him, but to a monk of Li Jizhou's level, it is extremely eye-catching, especially since his bone age is only two hundred years old, but he has already cultivated it to such an extent. If he is given enough time, he can cultivate it to such an extent. It is also possible to raise the Xuantian treasure.

But just for a moment, he was no longer surprised. Li Jizhou was able to hide a quasi-immortal weapon, so why should he be surprised if he had a natal spiritual weapon?

Li Jizhou's face turned pale and slightly disappointed. The ten immortal-killing flying knives he had cultivated for eighty years disappeared without even showing their edge.

Fortunately, there are still four handles that have escaped, and I hope to get them back in the next life with the help of soul sensing.

At this point, Li Jizhou slowly closed his eyes and was no longer worried.

"Hmph, I want you to be immortal forever!" Shangguan Qingming's big hands had already captured Li Jizhou firmly.

Not only does it make it unable to move at all, but it also imprisons its Dantian mana and soul, making it impossible to self-destruct.

However,

The Treasure of Reincarnation.

Li Jizhou muttered silently.

In the end, all the remaining 173 years of life were added up.

Wood (59/1000) [Innate Yi Wood Spirit]

[Available points in the next life: 0]

【Shouyuan: 172/0】

"Innate Yimu Spirit Body! I'm satisfied!" A smile of satisfaction appeared on Li Jizhou's lifeless face.

Shangguan Qingming's grinning face instantly froze.

"Hmm? Your lifespan is exhausted?"

Look at the smile on his face again.

It's like ending his life!

"You dare to lie to me?" Shangguan Qingming naturally didn't believe it, and the pressure of his soul instantly broke through Li Jizhou's sea of ​​consciousness.

The sea of ​​consciousness disappears and turns into clouds and smoke!

Not even a trace of soul was left behind.

"The body is dead and the soul is gone!"

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A wisp of green smoke curled up from inside the magnificent, carved palace.

In front of a nephrite hotbed, four maids in royal attire knelt on the ground, all with their heads lowered and not daring to look up at the young man sitting on the hotbed.

The young man has sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and is majestic. The golden python robe sets off his royal majesty.

As the wisp of green smoke floated to the palace beam and suddenly dissipated, the young man suddenly opened his eyes.

A gentle smile slowly appeared on his usually cold and unruly face.

"The seventh prince of the Jiuli Dynasty, one of the nine great dynasties in Zhongzhou!"

"Innate Yimu Spirit Body!"