Kill the heroine at the beginning, and the little apprentice sister will take away the luck

Only Leng Zhuxin knew that no matter how similar Leng Yueyao and Shui Yueyao looked, they were not the same person.

There is not even the possibility of reincarnation.

Shui Yueyao was beaten to death by Zhen Yuanjun when he forcibly took back her clone, and she was never reincarnated.

Leng Yueyao is probably just a puppet made by Zhen Yuanjun based on Shui Yueyao of that year.

That face flashed through Leng Zhuxin's mind, and apart from evoking that memory, nothing else came to mind.

Leng Zhuxin withdrew his wandering thoughts and concentrated on drawing the formation.

The transformation and formation required a lot of immortal power, which almost used up 80% of the immortal power in Leng Zhuxin's body.

In addition, a lot of spiritual blood was consumed when drawing the transformation talisman, and Leng Zhuxin's lips turned a little pale.

After finishing the last stroke, he grabbed the air with force, and all the talismans and symbols flew into the formation.

The formation lit up instantly, and the talisman rotated to completely cover Leng Zhuxin and the phantom.

Golden-red threads spread out from the Zhuanhe Talisman, one end piercing into Leng Zhuxin's body, and the other end piercing into the phantom's body.

There was no pain where the filaments penetrated, just a slight numbness.

Leng Zhuxin let the thin thread enter his meridians and silently recited the transformation formula.

As soon as the mantra was recited, the thin thread began to emit golden light.

The phantom, with piercing cold nails piercing its five hearts, could only struggle slightly before its strength was drained away by the silk thread.

Streams of power flowed along the silk threads back into Leng Zhuxin's body.

The golden divine power surged in the meridians and gradually merged with the immortal power already existing in the meridians.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, there has been no response since it was subdued.

The Origin Spirit Pearl that Leng Zhuxin had almost forgotten also began to flicker.

Eighty percent of Leng Zhuxin's immortal power that had been used up was quickly replenished.

Divine power continued to flow into the meridians, and the inner walls of the meridians seemed to be faintly dyed golden.

As the divine power returned to Leng Zhuxin's body, the phantom bound to the Chenbing Sword gradually disappeared, and the rotation array under his feet became dimmer and dimmer.

The golden thread gradually faded, and the lotus between Leng Zhuxin's eyebrows reappeared, inlaid with a golden edge.

The original spirit bead finally floated to the center of the lotus platform and was firmly embedded in the center of several spirit beads.

Scenes of memories flashed through his mind, and Leng Zhuxin felt as if his head was about to explode.

His body swayed, as if he was about to fall.

Jiang Baimo, who had been paying attention to Leng Zhuxin, flew over, stretched out his long arms, and lifted Leng Zhuxin into his arms.

The sky collapsed and the earth broke, and the formation was broken.

A deep hole was formed under the formation before the two of them could steady themselves.

He fell into a deep cave along with all the animals.

Memories of tens of thousands of years cannot be absorbed in an instant. Leng Zhuxin forced himself to gather his strength and bring the beasts back into the space.

Because Jiang Baimo had summoned Jueying to carry the two of them, Bingbing once again turned into a jade bracelet and curled around Leng Zhuxin's wrist.

A pair of dragon eyes stared around in the darkness without blinking, guarding against any danger that might arise at any time.

Xiaohan also turned into a crimson wooden hairpin again and pinned it on Leng Zhuxin's bun.

They continued to fall, and a faint smell of fishy stench and death hit them in the air.

Pairs of blood-red eyes appeared in the cave, and fluttering sounds were heard, as if something was flapping its wings and flying up.

Leng Zhuxin held the Shenbing Sword tightly, supported Jiang Baimo's arm with his other hand, shook his head vigorously, and forced himself to gather his energy to prepare to fight the enemy.