Suddenly, a mark appeared on Jiang Yuan's T-shirt.
Jiang Yuan looked down and suddenly realized.
She hadn't been able to see the markings on the purple-robed Taoist master's robe clearly before, but now she could.
It turned out to be soul fire.
No wonder the more the purple-robed celestial master tried to extinguish the fire, the bigger it became.
Soulfire.
Flames forged from human souls.
Difficult to eradicate.
Even if you pour water on it, you can't extinguish it.
But it's not without a solution.
Jiang Yuan calmly watched the mark glow, and with a gentle touch of her slender finger, the mark vanished before her eyes.
“This dress costs 39.9 yuan. If it gets burned, I’ll have to buy a new one,” Jiang Yuan said calmly.
Even without seeing her face, the fox demon could sense that she looked troubled.
Is the issue with this item costing 39.9?
Isn't it more surprising that she can extinguish soul flames?
Enraged, the fox demon roared.
The pillars in the courtyard seemed to be squeezed by something, cracking and scattering wood chips everywhere.
The carved wooden windows and doors were shattered into wood chips, and even the floorboards were torn up.
Jiang Yuan glanced at it calmly, then lifted her eyelids again.
Upon closer inspection, the fox demon had appeared right in front of her, almost within arm's reach.
The fox demon sneered, a smile playing on her lips, and her fingernails grew back as she slashed at Jiang Yuan's face.
"Lock!" Jiang Yuan said, her voice as soft as a leaf gently falling on a lake.
It is very light, yet it is full of intimidation.
In an instant, countless soul chains rose from the ground, firmly binding the fox demon.
The surrounding noise stopped abruptly.
"Who exactly are you?" the fox demon asked coldly.
It struggled but couldn't open the lock!
Although its cultivation was diminished because of Yi Changsheng, it has lived for over two hundred years. During those two hundred years, it has worked hard to cultivate and has long since recovered its lost cultivation. It is impossible for it to lose to a mere mortal!
Just by listening to her voice, you can tell she's a little girl. She probably hasn't been cultivating for very long either. How could that be...?
Even a genius in cultivation would not be able to deal with it easily.
“The underworld, Yama, the King of Hell,” Jiang Yuan replied, her thin lips barely moving.
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