194 Okay, you are strong, but your brain is not very good
Chu Linfeng's question was also everyone's question. They all looked at the weapon spirit curiously, waiting for his answer.
The weapon spirit glanced at Zhao Shi with resentment, raised its little head, and said stubbornly: "I won't tell you."
Although his connection with his original body was cut off by the Moonstone, causing his strength to decline significantly, his foundation was still there.
Lin Yan and his Jindan stage cultivators could trap him, but they couldn't really hurt him.
Jiang Xiao could faintly sense Zhao Shi's aura from the weapon spirit, and asked Jiang Xin in a low voice: "Senior Sister, is this weapon spirit a part of Fourth Senior Brother?"
After asking, he felt it was impossible, "But it doesn't seem like Fourth Brother is missing a part."
[I think so too, but I don’t remember what happened. 】
[But it doesn’t matter, I have a solution.] 】
"Junior brother, I'll go ask." Jiang Xin walked forward.
There was a rope tied around her waist, and when she moved, Jiang Xiao on the same rope moved with her.
The two little ones walked up to the spirit of the weapon one after the other.
The weapon spirit looked at Jiang Xin, who was as tall as himself, and then looked at Jiang Xiao, who was only slightly taller than himself, and sneered: "Those big guys can't do anything to me, so what can you two do to me?"
"Amitabha." Wu Xin lowered his head with a compassionate look on his face. He had even thought about how to hold a ritual to liberate the soul of the weapon spirit. He hoped that when they divided the weapon spirit's body later, some good materials would be left for him because he had just helped to capture the weapon spirit.
Lin Yan was kindhearted and advised Jiang Xin: "Little Junior Sister, be gentle. Don't beat her to death."
Jiang Xin nodded obediently and said to the weapon spirit in a good-tempered manner: "If you tell me nicely, I won't beat you."
The weapon spirit looked at Jiang Xin seriously. No matter how he looked at her, she seemed to be a mortal with no cultivation. He thought that these people were trying to scare him, so he rolled his eyes at Jiang Xin and said, "I won't tell you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Xin's little pink fist coming towards him. Qi Ling was really manly and didn't even try to dodge.
How could he, who possessed a secret treasure of the Tribulation Crossing Stage, be afraid of a little child?
(ˉ▽￣～) Cut~~
However, before he could finish this thought, a small pink fist as big as a milk bag landed on his face, causing him to feel a sharp pain, as if all the bones in his body were broken. The weapon spirit screamed in pain like a pig being slaughtered: "Ah——"
He was knocked away by Jiang Xin's punch and crashed straight into the Gen Gua Mountain that Lin Yan constructed with the Bagua Plate.
As long as he can break through this blockade, he can escape!
Amidst unprecedented pain, the spirit of the weapon saw a glimmer of hope.
But this hope was soon dashed.
Jiang Xiao kicked his short legs, knocked the flying weapon spirit to the ground, and started beating him.
The small fists also looked powerless, but every punch hit the flesh, causing the weapon spirit to scream in pain: "Ahhhhh stop hitting me! It hurts! It hurts!"
Chu Linfeng's eyelids twitched as he watched, and he finally realized something was wrong. He asked Lin Yan in a low voice, "I know that my junior sister is powerful, but when did my junior brother become so powerful too?"
Lin Yan didn’t know, but Lin Yan had a strong ability to accept: “If there is one, there will be two. Master will not make a mistake in choosing someone.”
Zhao Shi glanced at them silently, and his admiration for Jiang Yichen reached a new level.
Even the Mahayana Demon Lord can be easily accepted as a disciple. The master truly deserves to be the strongest fighter below the Tribulation Crossing Stage.
On the other side, Jiang Xin listened to the weapon spirit's screams and asked with a stern face, "Do you want to tell me now?"
The weapon spirit was very stubborn: "I won't tell you! Can you still beat me to death?"
Jiang Xin didn't care: "Beat him to death, little brother, beat him!"
Seeing Jiang Xiao swinging his fist again, the weapon spirit was shocked: "If you kill me, 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 alive, so just beat me to death."
"That's right." Jiang Xiao thought that his senior sister was very smart, so he followed her example and blew air into his little fist, trying to kill the weapon spirit with one punch.
He did not show any obvious killing intent, but the weapon spirit clearly felt the threat to his life and shouted, "Don't hit me! I'll tell you!"
The small fist containing powerful spiritual power stopped less than half an inch away from his cheek. For the first time, the weapon spirit understood what it meant to "snatch a life from the gates of hell."
If he had been a little slower in speaking, he would have been scared to death if the fist had landed.
Oh my god, who are these two little ghosts? Why are they even more vicious than him?
Jiang Xin came out from behind Jiang Xiao and asked fiercely, "Tell me, why do you look so much like my fourth senior brother?"
The weapon spirit sighed in frustration, lying on the ground like a salted fish, and said in a muffled voice: "The last time he came here, I devoured part of his soul."
Seeing Jiang Xin frowning in pain, the spirit of the weapon said hurriedly, "But I vomited after eating! His soul is complete! I absorbed part of his essence when I devoured his soul, so I look like him."
"Spit it out." Jiang Xin ordered.
The spirit of the weapon curled its lips and said, "This essence has long been integrated with me, and I can't spit it out. At worst, I won't use his face."
He rubbed his bloodless face hard, and the face belonging to Zhaoshi gradually blurred, gradually revealing another unfamiliar little face.
It was also a child's face, but he looked younger than the six-year-old Zhao Shi, about three or four years old.
After doing all this, the weapon spirit whispered: "I've already said, you can't kill me."
"As the secret treasure of the Qiao family, what is your true form?" Zhao Shi asked.
The spirit of the weapon didn't want to say it, but looking at the pair of little ancestors standing in front of him, he dared not not say: "The spirit-calling banner of gods and ghosts."
Wu Xin was surprised: "The Blood Demon's ghost-summoning banner?"
The spirit of the weapon looked at him in surprise: "You know?"
Wu Xin nodded. "The Chankong Temple's Sutra Library records the past of some evil demons from the Western Continent. There was an evil cultivator who was cruel and liked blood sacrifices. He was called the 'Blood Demon'. No one knows the Blood Demon's true identity. We only know that the Blood Demon has a ghost-summoning banner that can capture people's souls and use them for his own benefit."
He gradually slowed down his tone, thinking, "The book records that the Blood Demon has the cultivation level of the Tribulation Crossing Stage, but the Qiao family said before that the Qiao family's heirloom can improve the user to a higher level, so the Blood Demon's true cultivation level is the Fusion Stage?"
The weapon spirit sneered, "No, he is in the Tribulation Crossing Stage, but a rubbish one, and was chased and beaten by Mingchen, who is in the Fusion Stage. It was only because I supported him that he was not beaten to death by Mingchen."
The more he spoke, the more hatred he expressed, 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 beyond words.
Chu Linfeng asked excitedly: "The 'Mingchen' you are talking about is the Immortal Mingchen?"
As if recalling the unpleasant past, the weapon spirit was silent for a long time before uttering a syllable from its nasal cavity: "Hmm."
After a pause, he added unconvincedly, "I'm not weak, it's just that Mingchen is abnormally strong, so I was almost broken by her."
The people who originally admired him for being able to fight against Immortal Master Mingchen: "..."
Okay, you are strong, but your brain is not very good.
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