I am an authentic fairy sect, but I am a big villain

The next day, Yeyun didn't wake up until after the sun had risen three poles.

Looking at the left and right sides, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

This "all evil" fairyland is really in line with his wishes.

I don't know if it's because of his own physical problems, or because he has cultivated to a certain extent, but he is full of vigor and vigor all day long.

Even if you work day and night, you will hardly feel any fatigue.

Of course, this also depends on the person. If there is a Ruhua lying next to him, even if it is a silver gun, the head of the gun may be made of wax.

Shrinking under the blanket like a kitten, her snow-white fragrant shoulders are exposed to the air, which is very cute.

Due to years of martial arts practice, Yue Mingkong has a tall and graceful figure, thin where it should be thin, and raised where it should be, and has a delicate face that is rosy in the white.

Luo Yu is weak all the year round, looks weak and slender, her skin is whiter than snow, but her skin is so delicate that people can't put it down.

Participating in the survival competition in the Hengduan Mountains, I endured it for three days. After Yeyun came back yesterday, he naturally wanted to talk about life in the evening.

The two of them who had been chatting for a whole night and stayed up all night were now exhausted, and they didn't want to wake up for a long time.

There is no time for these two days, other things have to be done, and Ye Yun does not know what the next game will be.

After all, the content of the next game is not up to him to decide.

Taking advantage of this time these two days, I happen to have some other things to do.

He caught Feng Qianming after the first round of the match, and he took away the opponent's Weeping Blood Dragon Spear.

There was no refining at that time, so I took advantage of this time to refine it.

When he refines the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear, he will be able to cut off the connection between Feng Qianming and the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear.

Feng Qianming, who has lost such an important magic weapon, will definitely lose a wave of luck points, and then another villain point will be credited.

After putting on his clothes, Ye Yun went directly to a quiet room.

And told everyone, absolutely not allowing anyone to disturb themselves.

After going to the quiet room, Yeyun immediately took out the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear.

The body of the gun is silver-white, and the tip of the gun is shining with a cold light, giving people a sense of power.

Just holding the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear, Ye Yun felt a force that wanted to break free from his shackles.

This is the instinctive reaction of the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear.

The Weeping Blood Dragon Spear has been partially refined by Feng Qianming, and part of the seal has been lifted, which also means that the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear recognizes Feng Qianming as its master.

Now being held by someone other than its master, the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear would naturally react violently, wanting to break free and return to its master.

Feeling the strength coming from his hands, Ye Yun snorted coldly.

"Humph!"

"Even your master is now my prisoner. Do you think you can escape with your strength?"

As long as the reincarnation device has existed for a long time, it usually has a device spirit, so it can naturally understand what Ye Yun said.

"boom!!"

A burst of white light suddenly lit up, and a strong spear intent erupted on the road of the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear.

Trying in this way to get out of Yeyun's control.

"Innocent!"

For a person with a low cultivation base, the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear is really effective.

It's a pity that the person it is facing is Ye Yun, whose cultivation base is already at the Great Saint Realm, and the weapon spirit in the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear has no possibility of resisting at all.

Holding the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear in his hand, Ye Yun quickly injected his own spiritual power, suppressing the weapon spirit in it, making it unable to resist him.

Qi Ling struggled and resisted non-stop, but in the face of this terrifying tide of spiritual power, the resistance soon disappeared invisible.

The Weeping Blood Dragon Spear finally calmed down at this moment, and Ye Yun immediately began to refine the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear.

First of all, the soul brand left by Feng Qianming must be erased.

As long as the soul imprint is erased, the connection between them can be severed.

When he refines the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear, the possibility of Feng Qianming getting back the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear is almost zero.

To erase the soul imprint on it, it was not too difficult for Ye Yun whose cultivation base far surpassed Feng Qianming's.

With his right hand, he quickly squeezed out a finger, and then pressed his two fingers together on the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear, a powerful spiritual force instantly poured into the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear.

In the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear, this is the space belonging to the weapon spirit.

In this space, what is left is the soul brand of Feng Qianming.

In the center, a group of blue spiritual power seems to be suppressing a certain existence and enveloping it.

Inside the package of blue spiritual power is a woman wearing a long red dress.

Her long jet-black hair hangs down behind her, and her pretty face is still charming and charming.

Sophisticated and elegant.

The skin is better than snow, and the eyebrows and teeth are bright.

She frowned slightly, her pretty face full of anxiety.

She is the weapon spirit of the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear.

The reason why her face was full of anxiety was because she now felt a huge threat.

The outsiders are planning to erase the soul brand of the previous user.

As a weapon spirit, she naturally couldn't sit idly by.

Although Qi Ling has some power, the strength that can be exerted is very limited.

She kept struggling, trying to break through the barrier of this layer of spiritual power.

But all this was in vain.

A flash of anxiety flashed in the bright red eyes, and she watched helplessly as the brand of her soul was erased.

After that power completely eliminated the soul imprint, Qi Ling finally gave up.

A look of decadence flashed in the beautiful eyes, and the body in the red dress fell to the ground.

The Weeping Blood Dragon Spear finally ushered in a new master, but unexpectedly, it was erased from the soul imprint, which made her, who is a weapon spirit, naturally feel very uncomfortable.

But in the face of the powerful Ye Yun, even if he resisted desperately, it still had no effect.

"Hey!"

With a deep sigh, Qi Ling also knew that his fate was like this, so he couldn't resist.

……

At this time, in an unknown dungeon.

In the depths of the dungeon filled with darkness, the rattling of chains could be faintly heard.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Immediately afterwards, another burst of hysterical screams came out.

"Yeyun!! The hatred for seizing the treasure is irreconcilable! When I go out, I will kill you!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

That's right, the voice naturally came from Feng Qianming.

Because just now, he suddenly felt a sense of suffocation from the soul.

Not long after that, the connection between himself and the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear was completely severed.

He realized immediately that the imprint of his soul on the Weeping Blood Dragon Spear must have been erased.

Erasing the soul brand also caused a lot of damage to his soul.

Feng Qianming felt the pain from the depths of his soul and was extremely uncomfortable.

This kind of pain is even more uncomfortable than physical pain, making people hysterical.