61 Chapter 61 Indefinite Spirit Emperor (2/2)

Zong Shou couldn't help but feel enlightened So those fox tails had such an ability, and weren't totally useless.

Being able to absorb and use spiritual energy from Heaven and Earth not only helped spiritual cultivation, it also helped to strengthen spells and increased the speed of forming seals and solving curses.

Normal people needed ten breaths of time to use spiritual techniques, while he would only need eight or nine. It seemed like a small amount of time, but it was a crushing advantage for him against normal spirit masters.

”My body can't cultivate martial arts, but who knew that on the side of Spirit Cultivation it would have such insane talent…”

Zong Shou couldn't help but mock himself. He originally cultivated spiritual techniques to suppress and fix his body. However, if he didn't put in effort now, he would be wasting his god-like talent.

Opening his eyes, Zong Shou took out a wine flask and two wine glasses. After filling it up, he drank one while pouring the other out to the side.

”This is for you. Thank you!”

His eyes brought with them a feeling of sadness as he drank another cup of wine.

Apart from him, no one would know that just last night, a teen with such a tough life had disappeared so silently and ceased to exist...

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Who knew when, but rain started to fall within the Black Dirt Swamp.

In a place filled with the corpses of wolf corpses, a red-dressed woman carried an umbrella as she strolled through the rain.

The red shoes she wore hung in mid air as she stepped on air. Her moonlike brows were curved, her calm eyes looked carefully at the place and all the tracks.

Over ten days had passed, and a bunch of white skeletons were all that was left from all the dead swamp wolves.

A day ago there was a storm here and washed the entire area. However, to her eyes, there were some messages and clues that could attract her attention.

”It seems like Lingyun Long Ruo's green Flood Dragon has evolved. In just twenty more years won't it become a true Dragon? That fellow has such good luck, to have a Dragon-type Protector Spirit Beast. Other direct disciples of the same generation can't compare to him…”

However the place her eyes stopped at was an unassuming clearing not far away.

”It actually is sword intent! After seventeen days and still a bit of it remains. Who is this person? Is he truly thirteen years old and at the Martial Master Realm?”

A shadow appeared in the rain not far away. Looking over, it was Zhao Yanran.

As usual, she froze the water into ice as she skated over. The woman in red felt she was too slow and arrived three hundred feet in front of her with just one move.

Just as she was about to open her mouth to ask, she noticed that there was a black line on her neck.

The woman was startled and in the next moment he appeared right in front of Yanran Her hand reaching out and grabbing that snow white neck, actually lifting her off the ground.

Zhao Yanran couldn't help but feel shocked too, saying in annoyance, ”Old demon witch, are you trying to strangle me to death? Let me go!”

When she said that, her head was knocked. That red shirt woman said coldly, ”How rude, I am your Senior Master!”

Without any intention of letting go, she stared at Yanran's neck, at that black line.

It was originally a wound, but for whatever reason not only did it not recover, it also decomposed, making one feel like vomiting. It was a strong contrast with her snow white skin.

The red shirt woman spent a long time looking at it before letting out a sigh, and finally setting Zhao Yanran down.

”This sword intent hasn't truly formed. With your ability it shouldn't be so hard for you!”