The little apprentice sister is so fierce. She live broadcasted digging holes and setting up graves

[Holy crap! I finally followed an interesting streamer, and now it's gone like this?]

[Host, I support you! If you pass this level, I'll order two more takeouts for you. No thanks!]

[A salted fish, are you sure you just want to order takeout and not watch the anchor's life-or-death struggle?]

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The screen was once again filled with comments, but Shen He really didn't have time to read them.

As a master of Xuan Xiu, Shen He was not afraid even in the unfamiliar world of immortal cultivation.

However, the original owner was too weak, so she had to gather her spiritual energy and deliver a fatal blow to the opponent, otherwise she would be killed and the game would be over on the spot.

It happened in a flash. At the moment when the tip of the sword was pointing to his heart, Shen He slapped a talisman to immobilize him, and the spiritual energy gathered in his left hand hit the opponent's spiritual platform directly!

"what!"

Linghai was hit hard, and Zhang Xing screamed in pain and fell to his knees on the ground, screaming as if he was thrown into a wok of oil.

"call!"

Shen He let out a long sigh, her gamble was worth it.

In fact, Shen He could use the purple gold coffin to escape, but she wanted to test how difficult it was to kill people in the world of immortal cultivation.

That's why Shen He took the risk, and fortunately she was the winner in the end.

"Is the spiritual platform the most vulnerable part of a cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation? At this mid-stage cultivator, the immobilization talisman can only immobilize his sword. If a more advanced cultivator comes along, a talisman paper might not be enough!"

Shen He felt a little distressed, as if he were an ant.

If the things that can save your life are useless, then wanting to survive and defeat the original heroine and her harem is nothing but a pipe dream.

In this case, we really have to go to Xuantian Sect.

After all, in this continent, only Xuantian Sect has Xuan cultivators. Even if Shen He wants to learn the skills of cultivating immortals, he will not put the cart before the horse and abandon his original profession.

Shen He thought as he searched the body.

Zhang Xing's consciousness was damaged at this moment, so Shen He picked up his dropped sword and pierced a hole in his chest. After staining her storage ring with blood, she was able to forcibly erase the mark even though her cultivation level was one level lower.

Of course, it wouldn't work if someone else did it, but Shen He's spiritual awareness was higher than his cultivation level, so it wasn't considered a leap of faith, and naturally he wouldn't be backlashed.

"Not bad. Zhang Xing isn't a very good person, but he has a lot more things in his storage ring than Lin Hua."

They are all bootlickers, and they will rush to give good things to Shen Rongrong. But Zhang Xing is on a mission outside and has not had time to go back, so naturally Shen He gets the advantage.

In this desolate mountain and wilderness, Shen He had no intention of roasting wild game for the time being, so he took some spiritual fruit to nibble on to fill his stomach.

Shen He didn't know what grade of fruit he was eating, but it was delicious and juicy, and it could replenish spiritual energy and even expand his meridians.

It is definitely good stuff.

"Shen, Shen He! How dare you steal my things!?"

Zhang Xing was in so much pain that he couldn't get up. He said this in a weak voice and then struggled with his head in his hands.

The reason why he was able to ask the question was that the sword stabbed by Shen He was too painful, so he regained a bit of consciousness.

But the double pain would only make Zhang Xing more miserable.

"Noisy!"

A silencing talisman was pasted on him, and even if Zhang Xing had the strength, he could not make a sound.

"Although you came to kill me, you have contributed so much. I must do something for you to completely end this karma. People who practice cultivation cannot leave behind bad karma."

After eating the spiritual fruit, Shen He showed his two rows of small white teeth and smiled, with his small canine teeth being particularly conspicuous.

As soon as he stretched out his little hand, a useful shovel appeared out of thin air. Shen He marked a position and began to dig the soil.

Then he threw a piece of talisman paper into the pit, and it instantly turned into a coffin.

"Well, you and Lin Hua are old acquaintances. You shouldn't be lonely here with him as your companion. No need to thank me too much. After all, I am the beautiful and kind-hearted Shen He."

Shen He smiled sweetly and threw Lin Hua in the purple gold coffin into the coffin first.

But when she turned around to look at Zhang Xing, her smile became even sweeter.

"I almost forgot something. You have a wood spirit root, right?"

Squatting in front of Zhang Xing, Shen He reached out and stepped into his dantian, and under Zhang Xing's terrified expression, he harvested a new spiritual root.

"Although it's just an ordinary spiritual root, it's still very useful for some alchemy practitioners whose spiritual roots are damaged. Look, I've found you a companion and even dug a grave for you. You have to pay me, right?"

After putting away the spiritual root, Shen He shook the talisman paper in his hand.

"In your next life, don't be so quick to kill people, because you never know whether the person in front of you is a lamb to be slaughtered or a god who can crush you to death."

After putting down a piece of talisman paper, Shen He grabbed Zhang Xing and threw him into the coffin as he was only breathing his last breath.

"Don't look at me like that. Shen Rongrong, the one you all lick, is the thief who stole the spiritual roots. So, before I take back the spiritual roots that belong to me, you lickers who want to kill me, you should pay her some interest first!"

Watching Zhang Xing's flesh and bones gradually disappear, leaving only a pile of bones, Shen He smiled again.

Shen He skillfully performed the technical task of digging a hole and burying the bones, and even specially inserted a tombstone on the grave.

The tomb of the dog licker!

It is impossible to write the name. Even if the people from Qingyu Sect come to look for the person, they won’t be able to find even a single bone.

Of course, it is impossible for the Qingyu Sect to go to great lengths to look for someone.

But Shen He didn't want to cause himself more trouble, so he put some talisman paper in the coffin to isolate the smell. Even the police dog couldn't find it when lying on the bones, and the DNA test showed that the similarity was less than 10%.

After finishing all this, Shen He clapped his hands and watched the shovel about to retire, but he noticed a strange breath.

"How much did you see?"

Shen He asked crisply, a murderous look flashing in his eyes.

People who practice cultivation cannot lose their merits, but if necessary, they can make some losses and earn more.

Merits are like small amounts of money. If you don’t spend them, you are like an asshole.

"Is it Junior Sister Shen He? The Sect Master has sent a message to the nearby disciples to come and take Junior Sister Shen He to Xuantian Sect."

The boy walked forward timidly, with the face of a harmless boy next door.

"Who are you? How can you prove that what you said is true? You haven't answered my question just now."

Shen He put one hand behind his back, holding a stack of explosive talismans.

She couldn't tell what level the young man opposite her had reached in his cultivation.

For safety reasons, if the situation goes wrong, blow the opponent to pieces first.

"My name is Wuxie, and I'm the direct disciple of Elder Xuan Zhen of Xuantian Sect. However, according to the tradition of Xuantian Sect, the disciples are ranked first, and I'm the fifth disciple. You can call me Fifth Senior Brother."

Wu Xie said this very awkwardly, glanced at Shen He, and quickly lowered his head again.

"Innocent and innocent?"

Shen He asked this because there seemed to be such a character in the book, but he had always been called by his nickname.

The social phobia of Xuantian Sect.

"No, that's not it. Master said that when he found me, I was not wearing shoes, and it happened to be the fifth day of the fifth month, so I was called Wu Xie."

After Wu Xie finished speaking, he lowered his head even lower.

Because since he started training, most of those who knew the origin of his name laughed at him, a small number sympathized with him, and without exception, they did not think the name was nice.

"Well, Taoism emphasizes creating something out of nothing. Your master hopes that you can say goodbye to your past fate and have everything you want in the future. He is very thoughtful." Bullshit!

Shen He really wanted to curse at such a casual name.

Don’t you know that a name will follow a person for a lifetime?

Cultivating immortality! What if this little thing leads to inner demons? Wouldn’t that be a great sin?

"So that's it!"

Wu Xie raised his head, his eyes sparkling without a trace of impurities, a pair of pure eyes that only a child should have.

Shen He: Bro, you’re not just socially anxious, you’re also missing a hole in your heart, commonly known as being stupid, right?