"What is that?"

"Your sword, Sky-Supporting Sword!"

“Qingtian! I’m useless. I think he looks bad all in black! I like this sword, it’s called Jinghong Sword.”

"..."

Fan was stunned.

The Sky-Supporting Sword is the same as Fang Ruotang's natal sword, and it is extremely powerful. However, it has been abandoned because of its unattractive appearance.

Besides, isn't a sword that's all black and looks very imposing better than this flashy Jinghong Sword?

Fan suddenly realized that his ancestor had a filter of about 800 meters thick for Fang Ruotang, and didn't understand her at all, imagining her as an inhuman and cold mother goddess.

But clearly she isn't.

Like her dragon clan, she loved sparkly treasures.

Fan was very happy. He felt that the two of them had taken another step closer. With shared interests, they would definitely have a lot to talk about in the future.

But Fan didn't know at this time that from now on, with one master and one concubine, they would live a life of unequal distribution of spoils; what was his would be hers, and what was hers would remain hers.

Since he started dating her, all the sparkling gems in his private treasury inexplicably moved to Fang Ruotang's treasury.

At this time, Fan had no chance to experience the wickedness of society. He dutifully served as Fang Ruotang's mount, delivering her to the territory of the Corpse Vine.

As soon as I got close, a thick, sturdy vine lashed out at me.

Fan moved nimbly.

"Master, are you sure you can do it?"

"Who do you look down on? How can we women say no!"

As Fang Ruotang spoke, she had already jumped down.

Although Fan cannot interfere in the battles of the lower realms, the rules are rigid while he is flexible. When it really comes to the point where Fang Ruotang's life might be in danger, he would not care about the backlash.

It immediately shrank its body, nimbly slipped to Fang Ruotang's side, and wrapped itself around her wrist.

"My lord, the main vine of the Corpse Demon Vine is not necessarily the main trunk. It is very cunning and usually hides its main vine on an inconspicuous thin vine. You must find the main vine and cut it down."

A cunning rabbit has three burrows.

No, there are hundreds, even thousands. As long as the main vine doesn't die, it can reproduce secondary vines at any time, and the ghouls will be its strongest and most powerful allies.

Fang Ruotang slashed with her sword and realized that the vine was also very tough. Even though she was wielding a divine weapon, she felt a blockage when she slashed.

Fortunately, it can be cut.

Just as the little mirror said, the vines reproduced very quickly. As soon as she cut one down, a new one would rush towards her, and there was more than one.

Among the pile of vines, there was even a dark, shadowy figure.

Fang Ruotang was so frightened that she jumped back a big step, dodging the attack range, and exclaimed, "My God! What the hell is this thing?"

It was pitch black, suddenly emerging from among the vines, like a ghost.

[The corpse demon has lost all thought; everything about him is completely controlled by the main vine.]

[A corpse demon? Can I add one to the Emperor's Banner?]

Fang Ruotang assessed the strength of the dark mass opposite her and felt that it might not be easy to fight. If she could directly collect it into the Emperor's Banner and refine it, it would be a great help to her in the future.

[No, the Emperor's Banner can only refine souls. These corpses have already had their souls devoured, leaving only a walking corpse, just like a puppet.]

[Tsk, troublesome.]

Fang Ruotang complained, but her hands were never idle.

After all, the Corpse Vine wouldn't just stand there obediently waiting for her to chat.

During the time she was talking to the little mirror, she had already fought the corpse demons several times, and the corpse demon vines were like little people, constantly stabbing her from the sidelines.

Futo kept pestering her, either trying to tie her up or trying to stab her body with his mouthparts and suck all the blood out of her.

In their next encounter, Fang Ruotang was nearly stabbed by Futō.

She honestly muttered something in her mind.

I can't beat them.

It's alright! If we can't win, we'll retreat. The adults aren't short of these things anyway.

No, I'm going all out.

At this crucial moment, Fang Ruotang suddenly closed her eyes and floated into the air. The Corpse Demon Vine, which had been so eager to kill her, suddenly tried to run away as if it had seen a ghost.

Just then, Fang Ruotang's expression hardened, and invisible ripples spread out from her body. Little did she know that her actions had caused the entire secret realm to tremble.

Even Fan, who was wrapped around her wrist, suddenly fell to the ground, looked at her in disbelief, and then fainted.

"vomit!"

Fang Ruotang fell from the sky to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The little mirror was jumping up and down in its sea of ​​consciousness.

[It's just killing a Corpse Vine, is it really worth it?]

[Not only that, there's also a Mahayana-stage corpse demon. Without using the primordial power within my body, I can't kill it with my current abilities.]

Little Mirror understood that Fang Ruotang was right, and apart from getting so angry that she jumped up and down, there was nothing she could do.

Fang Ruotang wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, instantly recovering her full strength. She strode forward and pulled out the Corpse Vine that she had shattered into pieces.

"Fortunately, my ability to control this power has improved, but it still needs improvement. I don't know if it will still be usable if it is broken."

As Fang Ruotang picked it up, she kept muttering to herself.

Receiving no response, she noticed that the little blue dragon on her wrist was gone.

He then rummaged around on the ground with the Corpse Vine, finally placing the Brahma, which looked like a dead dragon, onto the vine. He said, somewhat speechlessly, "This is too weak!"

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