"ah!"
The next moment, screams were heard.
A flash of black light.
Murong Feiran's soul withdrew from Jiang Deng's sea of consciousness and returned to the mustard seed space.
For some unknown reason, he seemed to have been attacked by something. His already transparent body became even more transparent, and even white smoke, like it was burning, rose from the edges, as if it was about to disappear...
"You! You are not Ye Guchen!"
Murong Feiran stared at Jiang Deng in shock, "You are a woman! And you have useless spiritual roots!"
The person in front of him was not only a woman, but also one with five spiritual roots, which was known to be useless. This was equivalent to five times the rejection level for his soul. If he randomly grabbed someone on the street to take over someone's body, the rejection level would probably not be as high as Jiang Deng's.
It is precisely because of all these reasons that this body rejects his soul so much!
"Hey, that's right."
Jiang Deng immediately took off his disguise, restored his true appearance, and looked at Murong Feiran with a smile, "Murong Feiran, guess who I am?"
"...You are this year's Saint Jiang Deng!"
Murong Feiran gritted his teeth and mentioned the name again, which was full of bitterness.
Unexpectedly, the candidate he designated as this year's Saint would turn out to be the one who ruined his life!
Back then, he and his fellow disciples had murdered their master, Jiang Deng. Unexpectedly, a thousand years later, retribution would fall upon another Jiang Deng with the same name...
"That's not right."
Jiang Deng's mind moved, and the heavy light sword appeared in his hand. He injected the power of chaos into it, and at the same time did not forget to use his unique destructive sword intent.
Swish!
The sword flashed, and the sword cut Murong Feiran's soul in half.
Jiang Deng added with a smile: "Good disciple, guess again."
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