"What a dilapidated palace this is."
Inside the Snow Palace, Wen Jianxi was repeatedly blasted away, thrown into the air, or trapped in various illusionary and killing formations.
Finally, after once again relying on what the artifact spirit left behind to forcibly break through the killing formation, Wen Jianxi could no longer hold back and threw a small black ball, which blew up the side hall of the Snow Palace.
Looking at the collapsed palace, she felt much better, and her frustration subsided.
Afterwards, Wen Jianxi tidied herself up and continued walking towards the palace behind her. She had only gone a little over halfway.
I don't know what's wrong with Xue Ling. She's so good at hiding and has set up so many traps to try and stop her.
Once she catches Xue Ling, she will definitely teach it a lesson before letting the spirit devour it, Wen Jianxi thought to herself.
"Xue Ling, don't run away."
Suddenly, just as Wen Jianxi was about to continue walking to the next palace, she caught a glimpse of a snow-white ball of fluff flashing past behind her.
Without the slightest hesitation, Wen Jianxi took off after him. To avoid losing him, she generously stuck several speed-up talismans on her body, maximizing her speed.
Soon, she saw the little snowflakes frantically fleeing ahead.
The chilling aura left behind as the other party flew by proved that she was indeed Xue Ling herself.
Upon seeing this, Wen Jianxi's eyes flashed with wild joy. Sure enough, her artifact spirit was powerful. Look, it has found Xue Ling.
Thinking that she would soon be able to re-enter the space, Wen Jianxi quickly took out the Binding God Whip from the storage ring given to her by the artifact spirit and threw it towards Xue Ling.
As soon as the Binding God Whip was thrown, it automatically locked onto Xue Ling's presence. One end was still held in Wen Jianxi's hand, while the other end had already extended infinitely and was heading towards Xue Ling at the speed of light.
Before long, the Binding Whip caught up with Xue Ling's small frame and trapped her tightly.
Bound Xue Ling was unwilling to be captured, so she struggled desperately, running around wildly, sometimes getting bigger and sometimes smaller, trying to break free from the Binding God Whip.
However, the Binding God Whip is the Binding God Whip; it is something that can bind even gods. Even a tiny snow spirit, though a creature of heaven and earth, cannot escape it.
Wen Jianxi watched with schadenfreude as Xue Ling struggled desperately, like a turtle in a jar, but to no avail.
Only when she saw Xue Ling quiet down as if she had resigned herself to her fate did Wen Jianxi triumphantly control the Binding God Whip, dragging Xue Ling back.
Xue Ling had probably given up struggling by now, and just let Wen Jianxi drag it in front of her.
Looking at the pure white ball of snow spirit, Wen Jianxi was extremely satisfied.
But when she thought of the hardships she had endured to catch it, Wen Jianxi's face instantly darkened again, and she raised her hand to pinch it hard.
"ah!"
Unexpectedly, before she could even pinch Xue Ling, her outstretched hand was suddenly stabbed hard by something, and Xue Ling was thrown away.
If she hadn't realized at the last moment that she couldn't lose Xue Ling and hadn't instinctively grabbed one end of the Binding God Whip, Xue Ling would have been thrown away.
Even so, she only checked her own condition after confirming that she had grabbed one end of the Binding God Whip.
Then, her face turned as black as charcoal.
Starting from the hand where she had just been pricked, her entire body had swelled up considerably, covered in numerous raised red spots, and emitted an unpleasant odor.
This time, Wen Jianxi was completely enraged. While frantically shoveling pills into her mouth, she fiercely pulled Xue Ling back. That damned Xue Ling, she was going to kill it.
Thinking this, Wen Jianxi's expression became extremely ferocious and terrifying. She desperately pulled Xue Ling and pushed her onto the bracelet.
Of course, she didn't forget to send a message to the artifact spirit, asking it to torment Xue Ling more to vent her hatred.
Actually, if she weren't worried about Xue Ling's cunning and potential tricks, Wen Jianxi would have preferred to do it herself. But after what happened just now, she didn't dare to take any more risks and could only leave it to the spirit.
The spirit has many methods and abilities, and she believes that the spirit will not let Xue Ling off easily.
Thinking of this, Wen Jianxi's movements became even more urgent, and she couldn't help but reveal a cold smile on her lips. She was just waiting to hear Xue Ling's wails and dying struggles.
As Xue Ling drew closer, the smile on her lips widened.
Even the spirit that was originally in a deep sleep was jolted awake the moment it sensed Xue Ling's aura, and forced itself to wait at the entrance of the space, waiting for Wen Jianxi to bring Xue Ling to its mouth.
"ah!"
Then, just as Xue Ling was about to be sent into the space, a flame suddenly shot out from the part of Xue Ling that was not bound.
The scorching temperature made Wen Jianxi, who had only taken precautions against the cold but not the heat, feel as if her hands were about to melt, and she loosened her grip.
Wen Jianxi watched in a daze as Huo Ling, at the speed of light, carried Xue Ling and the Binding God Whip away from her.
At the same time, the other party threw something into her space, which was swallowed by the spirit of the artifact, which was opening its mouth wide and waiting to devour the snow spirit.
By the time Wen Jianxi came to her senses, her eyes widened in horror, and she tried to control the Binding God Whip, it was too late.
The Binding God Whip that had been taken away was now being held down by a male cultivator he didn't recognize.
All she could hear were the painful wails of the artifact spirit, a sound of utter misery.
"Hmm, pfft~"
Just as Wen Jianxi was at a loss, not knowing how to help the spirit, she felt a sharp pain in her mind and a mouthful of blood gushed out. Then she lost her connection with the Binding God Whip.
Wen Jianxi stared in disbelief at the male cultivator not far away, who had severed his contract with the Binding God Whip with his bare hands.
Although her contract with the Binding God Whip was only temporary, it was something the weapon spirit had taken out to help her capture Xue Ling and was given to her temporarily.
But it was still a contract, and he actually severed it with his bare hands. It was unheard of, and Wen Jianxi was extremely shocked.
Soon, she lost all her energy to be shocked, because she sensed that the spirit's wails were getting weaker and weaker, and that her contract line was now on the verge of collapse.
Wen Jianxi was filled with terror. Was her spirit going to die? What was that fireball that was thrown in? What should she do?
This spirit was her biggest trump card. Without it, Wen Jianxi couldn't even imagine what she would do in the future.
At this moment, Wen Jianxi disregarded the unfamiliar male cultivator beside her, prostrated herself on the ground, and cried out in her heart: Please, Heaven, help her!
Unfortunately, her prayers were ineffective, and Heaven showed her no mercy.
She had only been kneeling for a short while when the spirit's voice reluctantly disappeared, and the contract between Wen Jianxi and the spirit snapped and vanished completely.
At the moment the contract line broke, Wen Jianxi also suffered a backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood before completely fainting.
The moment she fainted, the divine sense that Sect Master Wen had restored also appeared beside her.
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