It was equivalent to Lianxu's sea of consciousness. If it was more careful and only extended one tentacle, the thin thread that was almost undetectable would be impossible to detect in the dim forbidden area. But the dark book had been suppressed for too long, or it was too thirsty for blood. Now that someone had finally entered, it couldn't wait to release all of its tentacles, densely packed together.
The moment Ye Qiao's consciousness spread out, it was directly imprinted on his mind. It was hard not to notice such a disgusting thing.
The two were chatting as if nothing had happened, but Anshu couldn't help himself and started to make trouble. With a gloomy look on his face, he placed his tentacles on the shoulders of the Broken Water Sword and the Feixian Sword and controlled the two sword spirits with ease, like controlling puppets.
His method of attack is to use the controlled people to make everyone kill each other.
Even if they are touched, everyone will fall into madness and fight to the death.
Ye Qinghan is not easy to control. Even if the other party is parasitic on Ye Qinghan, he is not irrational. This time, Anshu chooses to attack the sword spirit.
Ye Qiao turned her head and found two sword spirits with empty expressions attacking them without any warning. She jumped back.
"You really won't give up until you're ready to cause trouble."
She was just chatting with Ye Qinghan.
The two sword spirits were controlled without knowing it.
"Haha." An Shu transformed into a human form and laughed excitedly, a little neurotically, "Kill them both! Kill them all."
Neither of these two are good.
"A glimpse of shadow." Ye Qiao looked at the controlled sword spirit and ordered, "Cut off its tentacles."
The spirit sword, famous for its speed, immediately flew out of her territory. Shadow could not see any tentacles. Ye Qiao told the sword spirit the exact location, and without any fancy moves, it was cut in half by Shadow Sword in a second.
After disconnecting all the links, An Shu's expression darkened again, "You're dead. Bitch..."
He kept cursing, obviously not expecting that this woman had more than two sword spirits.
Ye Qiao and Ye Qinghan looked at each other. This kind of low-quality spiritual weapon was something they had never seen before in their lives.
And it would be fine if he just scolded him, he was just too noisy. Ye Qiao called out the Frost Sword, ready to let An Shu know what a socialist beating was.
"Die." A loli with two frost-white long hair jumped out from the area. Without saying a word, she aimed her fist at his face. With a "bang", An Shu was smashed into the forbidden stone wall and could not be pulled down.
His face was desirable, eerie and pale, and at first glance he looked like something from the underworld.
Frost Sword Ninja has been a jerk for a long time.
Everything she touched quickly froze. Anshu looked at half of his body that was frozen and finally got scared. He stared with his eyes wide open, but quickly hid his resentment and looked pitiful.
Ye Qiao touched his arm and felt a chill: "The spiritual weapon of the Sword Sect you asked turned out to be this kind of underworld thing."
An Shu is very weak, and anyone can easily crush him into a ball when he is in human form.
Even the Tower Spirit is stronger than it. The Tower Spirit is similar to an elf, flapping its wings and moving very lightly. However, Anshu was pinned to the ground and beaten by a palm-sized Tower Spirit without any ability to fight back.
He just started crying.
While crying, he did not forget to curse these weapon spirits viciously. Without a doubt, the weapon spirits were enraged again and staged an inhumane fight in front of the two disciples, beating Anshu until he burst into tears.
Ye Qinghan: “…” Why bother?
He is also very reckless. Even if someone is stronger than him, he still wants to challenge him. But at least he knows not to easily provoke the other party if he cannot win.
"Why is our sect's spiritual weapon such a dark and twisted thing?"
Ye Qiao said casually, "Perhaps this kind of underworld thing requires people like you who are extremely masculine and strong to restrain it."
As long as she is not an opponent of Ye Qiao, she can sometimes speak in a very pleasant way.
The most masculine and the most powerful?
Ye Qinghan's eyes remained calm when he was praised: "I think I still like you very much."
"Wait." Ye Qiao looked at him: "Are you sure you want to say such shocking words calmly?"
And Ye Qinghan’s liking certainly cannot be defined by that of a normal person. He just wants to challenge himself, which makes her very uncomfortable. So he goes to beat her senior brother.
Even Ye Qiao didn't know when he had set his sights on her.
In the past, this kind of unique treatment only happened to Zhou Xingyun.
…
The elders who came in thought about all kinds of bad outcomes along the way. The temperature in the forbidden area was so low that people could be frozen to death. Xia Qing was shivering, and his lips turned slightly pale from the cold. He seemed to understand why smoke was coming out of the forbidden area.
In such a cold place, if you endure seven days without a fire, you will definitely die.
"What did they use to make the fire?"
It's impossible that Ye Qiao and the eldest brother had prepared for a rainy day and went to chop wood before entering the forbidden area? Or maybe the Changming clan's relatives, who knew everything, had some wood stored in their mustard bag?
The more I think about it, the more outrageous it seems.
Xia Qing and Zuo Yi lagged behind the elders by a few steps, looking around.
It was pitch black.
The forbidden area was very large, and it would take some effort to find the two people. But the fire they lit seemed to be too strong, and for the monks with sensitive five senses, they followed the warm place and found the two people squatting in the farmer's place in less than half an hour.
The two men were squatting on the ground, seemingly roasting very seriously.
There were signs of a fight, and most of the restrictions along the way had been destroyed by these two people. That was fine, but what were they roasting???
The five elders of their sect, who were always good at networking, had lost their ability to speak for a long time.
After a moment, he raised his mouth and asked, "What's going on?"
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