Reborn as a girl, I will live forever in the world of immortality

After the light flashed, He Ling could see the situation ahead clearly.

The small orange-yellow bead was still floating in the air intact, emitting a dazzling yellow light, and then quickly rushed towards He Ling and the others.

He Ling frowned, thinking to himself, "Did I guess wrong? Such a powerful attack can't stop it at all?"

At this time, all the Thunder Snake Talismans in He Ling's hand had been used up, and the white lightning could no longer be cast a second time.

She had no choice but to raise her hand again, and saw a golden light emerging from the small storage bag.

At the same time, the boat controlled by Qing'er was flying at an astonishing speed. Although the orange-yellow bead was also moving at a fast speed, it was still unable to catch up with them due to the interference of a large number of golden swords released by He Ling.

After playing with Xiaozhu in the air for a while, He Ling's face showed joy.

The speed of the small bead did not slow down, but the red flame on it gradually became smaller.

He Ling's spiritual sense was fixed on the small bead, and he found that the flame on it was obviously about one third smaller than before.

It seems that her attack just now was not completely useless. He Ling clearly remembered that when the small bead killed Song Ming and the others, the flame on it did not change at all. Now it has actually begun to weaken. Sure enough, the power that drives the small bead is not endless. As long as they consume it for a while and exhaust the flame on the small bead, the small bead will probably no longer pose a threat.

He Ling cast another spell towards the storage bag, and the golden light became brighter again.

However, this time it only took a short while before the golden light began to weaken. The golden light gradually weakened, and from the countless golden swords that appeared at the beginning, there were only a dozen or so golden swords that appeared, and finally only a few scattered golden swords were left.

He Ling was not surprised. Although she had many golden sword talismans, they were not endless. According to her previous consumption, it was expected that they would be used up at this moment.

However, even though I don’t have the top-grade yellow-level talisman, I still have plenty of other talismans.

She waved her hand again, and this time most of the talismans that appeared were yellow paper. Her spiritual power was activated, and in an instant countless golden spears, lightning, frost, and earth spikes shot towards the orange-yellow bead.

However, these low-level talismans were obviously inferior to the golden sword talisman. They were all burned to ashes by the red flames on it before they even got close to the body of the orange-yellow bead.

Without any obstruction, Xiaozhu's speed actually increased a bit, and the distance between her and He Ling was shortened in an instant.

Seeing that the low-level talismans were useless, He Ling simply collected all of them.

She grabbed the storage bag in her hand, and then took out several top-grade spiritual weapons from it, including knives, forks, axes, and everything else.

Yu Linglong on He Ling's back couldn't help swallowing her saliva. How could this person have so many tricks? First, there were the countless yellow-grade and top-grade talismans, then there was the mysterious white light in the storage bag, then he took out many low-grade talismans, and now he took out six or seven top-grade spiritual weapons at once!

Compared with her, Yu Linglong felt like a beggar at this moment. Her entire fortune was just one magic weapon, two top-grade spiritual weapons, and some other talismans and tricks.

She couldn't compare to him at all. She began to suspect that this person might have inherited the legacy of that great cultivator, or had a Nascent Soul grandfather.

However, He Ling naturally had no idea how Yu Linglong's expression changed behind her.

He picked up a top-grade spiritual weapon flying sword. The sword flashed a yellow light and flew towards the orange-yellow bead. The bead did not dodge or evade at all, so He Ling did not even need to aim.

The small bead hit the flying sword directly, and a gap was immediately created in the sword. After four or five more collisions, the flying sword turned into a pile of debris and fell from the sky.

Although this top-grade spiritual weapon is not as good as magic weapons and spiritual treasures, it can also slow down the speed of the small bead.

Seeing that the effect was better than expected, He Ling nodded. Sure enough, as the flame weakened, the power of the small bead also began to decline. After all, before, her top-grade spiritual weapon, the Three-Element Shield Ring, which could defend against the attacks of the Foundation Establishment cultivators three times, could not last more than two breaths. If it were before, the small bead would probably have smashed the flying sword in one go. Then she repeated the previous routine and picked up a three-inch axe.

After He Ling's attack, all the top-grade spiritual weapons were destroyed.

She reached into the storage bag again and again. Yu Linglong looked at the storage bag in front of He Ling with horror in her eyes without blinking.

Could it be that she still still still still has it?

This time, He Ling took out a dozen defensive spiritual weapons from the storage bag. Not all of them were top-grade spiritual weapons, but half of them were top-grade spiritual weapons.

A trace of confusion flashed across Yu Linglong's face. She looked around, then bit her tongue hard. A trace of pain came, and then she confirmed that this was not a dream.

How could a Qi Refining cultivator possess such a top-grade spiritual weapon? Could it be that she really had a Nascent Soul grandfather?

He Ling released a stream of spiritual power, and a black iron round shield floated up, turning into a black light and heading towards the orange-yellow bead. The bead still hit it directly, and this time it hit it more than ten times before destroying the black iron round shield.

As soon as the black iron round shield was destroyed, another spiritual shield came towards the orange-yellow bead.

After doing this several times, by the time He Ling sacrificed the last shield, the flame of the small bead had dwindled by half. Only a thumb-sized faint flame was still burning on the orange-yellow bead.

Although the small bead still rushed towards He Ling relentlessly, this time it hit the high-grade spiritual weapon shield dozens of times in a row but failed to break it. The flame also weakened at this time and could no longer burn through the shield directly like before.

He Ling's face turned pale. Although she did not activate the power of these spiritual weapons and was only controlling them simply, the large number of them consumed a lot of her spiritual power. However, at this moment, the joy in her heart was growing.

Later on, He Ling had to ask Qing'er to slow down and wait for the orange-yellow beads.

He Ling took out a small porcelain bottle and swallowed a few pills. The speed of the small bead was getting slower and slower. Even if He Ling did not take the spirit boat, but just flew with an ordinary sword, it could not catch up with him.

However, He Ling still didn't dare to stop. Her top-grade spiritual weapons had basically been used up. She didn't bring many high-grade spiritual weapons with her, and they had all been used up just now.

Low-level talismans had no effect on it, so He Ling had no choice but to ask Qing'er to control the boat to fly slower and fight it head-on until all the power driving it was exhausted.

What follows is a race against time.

As time passed, Yu Linglong on He Ling's back felt a little sleepy.

At this moment, the small bead was moving as slowly as an ordinary mortal, but He Ling still didn't dare to stop.

I don’t know how long it took, but the little bead finally couldn’t hold on any longer. The last bit of weak flame on it was consumed, and the orange-yellow surface also dimmed slightly.

The little bead lost its momentum and fell straight down until it hit the ground with a "thump".

He Ling still asked Qing'er to drive the spirit boat and slowly hover in the sky.