The female general was reborn in the enemy's house? They all die!

Speaking of this, Song Zanqing couldn't help but feel heavy in his heart: "The Black Soul Stone is one of the treasures passed down by the ancestors of the Black Demon Clan. Although it is just a piece of stone and has no offensive power, it can instantly absorb all the energy of the Black Demon Clan's skills."

When Rong Sheng heard this, his eyes finally brightened: "Elder, this means that as long as you hold this treasure, you will not be harmed by the evil spirit of the Black Demon Clan?"

"That's natural."

Song Zanqing continued, "It's just that this black soul stone is an extremely yin object, and only the special physiques of the black demons can come into contact with it for a long time."

"The mortal bodies of ordinary people cannot withstand its cold and yin energy. Over time, it will definitely damage the meridians until the body runs out of energy."

"this......"

Rong Sheng's originally bright eyes dimmed again in an instant, "In other words, if I want to use it to deal with the Chidan royal family, I have to pay with my own life?"

Song Zanqing took a look at Rong Sheng's disappointed expression and couldn't help but smile. He naturally knew what Rong Sheng was thinking.

"But you are different."

Song Zanqing handed the jade stone in his hand to Rong Sheng and said, "You have the Yunfeng Jue, a very yang skill, which can just neutralize the coldness of the black soul stone."

"The Black Soul Stone is also the source of this barrier. It's because you used the Cloud Wind Skill when you fell off the cliff. Otherwise, you would never have been able to break into this barrier."

After Song Zanqing's explanation, Rong Sheng was relieved again: "Then what the elder means is that I can also carry this jade for a long time without being harmed by it?"

"Yes, since you want revenge, then take this Black Soul Stone."

After he finished speaking, Song Zanqing raised the Black Soul Stone in his hand and motioned Rong Sheng to take it.

"Elder, this is the treasure of the Black Demon Clan and the source of this barrier. Without it, the barrier will disappear as well. Are you really willing to give it to me?"

"The original Black Demon Clan no longer exists, and the current members are blinded by greed. They are not worthy of owning this treasure."

Song Zanqing explained calmly, "Since the Black Demon Clan in my heart has disappeared, this jade stone will not play its due value in my hands. It is better to give it to someone who really needs it."

"Besides, even without this jade, I can still maintain the barrier. You don't have to worry about it."

After saying that, he stuffed the jade into Rong Sheng's hand and said, "Child, take it. As long as it can keep you safe, it will be the only wish of this old man in this life."

Feeling the cool touch of the jade in his hand, Rong Sheng looked down at his palm in a daze, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"But you must remember that this jade can only be held in your hands, and you must use the Cloud Wind Skill to protect your body."

Song Zanqing glanced at the stunned Rong Sheng and reminded him, "Also, don't let the Black Soul Stone absorb too much evil energy in a short period of time, otherwise the incomplete transformation of the evil energy will conflict with your practice and damage your meridians."

After this reminder, Rong Sheng finally came to her senses. She quickly held the jade tightly and bowed deeply to Song Zanqing: "Junior will remember this. I will also remember the great kindness of the elder in my heart. In the future..."

"From now on, you just need to live a peaceful life and don't come looking for an old man like me anymore."

Song Zanqing waved his sleeves and turned to walk forward. "I can only do my best to help the descendants of General Shen Huo. I have nothing else to ask for in this life. Let's part ways now."

Before he could finish his words, Songtsenqing had already walked away.

Rong Sheng and Song Xuanlin stood there and watched Song Zanqing until his figure disappeared into the dense forest.

"Yun'er?"

Seeing Rong Sheng still staring blankly at the air, Song Xuanlin called out softly, "Does your injury still hurt?"

The gentle and charming voice beside his ear brought Rong Sheng back to his senses: "Xuan Lin, my injury is healed now."

"I told you not to show off in front of me,"

Song Xuanlin's face darkened again, "When you swung the knife just now, I clearly saw the corner of your mouth twitching in pain."