Artifact

It was a small treasure mountain from the Northern Heavenly Treasure, and it was a mantle and magic weapon passed on to her by Wang Ensheng's master.

The artifacts used by cultivators are divided into four levels: magic, law, spirit, and dao, and generally only the backbone of the sect and the big disciples can obtain and use the items that reach the level of magic weapons.

To put it bluntly, the soul fixing needle in Wang Ensheng's hand is one of the most powerful treasures in the Northern Heavenly Treasure!

According to Wang Ensheng's impression, the magic weapon soul fixing needle was only used once in her hand, and that was when the master taught the mantle and bowl magic weapon to let her "give it a try".

This attempt made Wang Ensheng have the idea of "never using the soul fixing needle again in this life".

There is no reason, just because the Soul Fixing Needle was not a magic weapon that Wang Ensheng could control at that time, and in theory it was enough to destroy all the demons in the world that resided in the visible.

Therefore, after a flick of his fingers in the first life (thirty years), Wang Ensheng, who had cultivated diligently, gradually understood why the master at that time passed on the soul fixing needle to himself as a mantle.

Wang Ensheng has never killed anyone.

Or to be precise, Wang Ensheng has never killed anyone who has not fallen into evil.

As the Eight Bags Elder of the Northern Heavenly Treasure, Wang Ensheng's cultivation was enough to use the Soul Fixing Needle with ease, and he could even remove the evil qi from the mortal or monk's body without any assistance.

Still, she didn't use it.

For Wang Ensheng, as long as the goal can be achieved in the traditional way, there is no need to ask for a soul fixing needle.

Because she was worried that the Soul Fixing Needle was too powerful, would it cause irreversible damage to the caster.

But in the face of Night Thirteen, even Wang Ensheng, who was holding the Soul Fixing Needle, was not sure if he could hit with one blow.

Even now, she still wonders if Night Thirteen is really "enchanted".

There is no certainty of victory, and there is no way to confirm the current state of Night Thirteen, and it is not clear why the dying person on the bed suddenly has such perverted combat power...... All of this made Wang Ensheng make up his mind to use the Soul Fixing Needle.

Originally, this magic weapon was used to make Night Thirteen return to mortals because there was no treasure more reliable than the Soul Fixing Needle, but now, ...... I'm afraid I'll have to kill Night Thirteen!

Remember, seal.

Like a concentrating tower, the treasures that emit dazzling light in Wang Ensheng's palm condensed and gathered, rippling out layers of qi waves visible to the naked eye.

Although I hadn't used the Soul Fixing Needle for nearly a long time, it wasn't a problem at all.

Now that Wang Ensheng's cultivation has surpassed her master, all the treasures in the world can be at her fingertips, and even she can already imagine the peaceful face of the thirteen nights when they sleep peacefully after the completion of the technique and the explosion.

Read, seal, and complete, explode.

The above four steps were the "shortcuts" to Wang Ensheng's practice as a high-ranking monk, and she was able to perform more than thirty spells in the blink of an eye.

Of course, that's for mortals.

Wang Ensheng is now facing Night Thirteen, and in a sense, Night Thirteen is a mortal, and it is not.

So at the moment when she had just finished sealing, the black smoke that tried to catch Wang Ensheng as a hostage seemed to sense the danger, and it shrank as if it was alive in an instant, first condensed around Night Thirteen, and then attacked like lightning!

This blow is lightning, and the fog is at its peak!

Even with Wang Ensheng's cultivation and reaction speed, when the world in her eyes changed, the peak of the mountain formed by the black smoke had already advanced to a foot away from the tip of her nose!

Wang Ensheng exhausted his true qi and subconsciously used the soul fixing needle to block it.

Hearing a "boom" sound, her whole person disappeared, and a blade-shaped black mountain rose into the sky.

This mountain peak is thousands of feet high, piercing through the sky in an instant, like poking a black needle into the eyes of the monks of the Southern Heavenly Treasure!

Everyone saw this scene of the skeleton fighting, and fear forced the fighting spirit, and the monks and Taoists who had already formed a battle formation shouted in unison

"Tianbao Dragon Mountain Array —— !! Sleepy".

Light!Skylight!!Endless Skylight!!

The rays of light from all directions turned into colorful colors and converged on the zenith, forming a circular arc of light, cutting off the black peaks like a mantra!

The

arc of light circled into a circle a thousand feet wide, and continued to fall, suppressing the black smoke all the way, and shrinking.

The black smoke rushed left and right, but it couldn't be used, it was the suppressive force from the Great Array of the Southern Heaven Treasure Sect!

This invisible force, powerful enough to destroy everything, formed a force field that quickly converged, and finally compressed the black smoke to its limit—that was the core of the black smoke, Night Thirteen's bed.

On the bed, which had almost burned into black charcoal, all the black smoke let out a terrible scream, and suddenly all of it was retracted, firmly attached to Night Thirteen's body.

At this moment, no one was still able to see through the black smoke and see Night Thirteen, but the black smoke suppressed by the Southern Heavenly Treasure Mountain Protection Array was swaying wildly, as if it was trying to break free.

Under the collision and conflict, the energy of rage moves the air and the earth, causing a kind of humming sound from top to bottom in all directions.

Wang Ensheng fell to the ground, his body staggered, and he spat out a mouthful of essence blood with a "poof".

To be honest, this is probably the second time in her life that she has been so close to death - the last time was when she was plotted by the Shamans and was poisoned, but it was a slow death, unlike today.

The blow that came out of the thirteenth tonight was completely beyond Wang Ensheng's imagination.

Even Wang Ensheng was a little glad that Night Thirteen just wanted to capture him as a hostage, and did not release the attack for the purpose of "killing".

In other words, if Night Thirteen wanted to put Wang Ensheng to death, she would have already gone to Lord Yama to report just now.

Of course, in addition to relying on rich combat experience and advanced cultivation, a large part of Wang Ensheng's "survival" is due to the Soul Fixing Needle.

At the critical moment, the Soul Fixing Needle unloaded most of the attacks, which also made such an important treasure burst by Night Thirteen.

The soul fixing needle is broken in two, and it is unlikely to be repaired.

Wang Ensheng was so angry that she raised her arms and raised her palms high.

As soon as she clenched her fists, the monks and Taoists who were waiting in all directions would activate the great array and strangle the Night Thirteen.

At this time, I heard a loud shout:

"Fellow travelers, and slow down !!."

I saw Xiqiu, who was covered in blood, standing in front of Ye Thirteen, and Cixuan, who was similar to him, fell to the untouched coffin sedan chair, and the two shouted in unison

"Master/Elder Wang! This matter is caused by Miss You/Donor!".

Wang Ensheng's hand was still raised in the air, and all the monks were waiting for her to clench her fists, so that Ye Thirteen would be crushed by the Great Array of the Southern Heavenly Treasure Sect.

When the air froze, Xianya and Cihui fell to the coffin sedan chair, and then they both showed surprised expressions, and turned their heads to Wang Ensheng and said

"Master/Elder Wang! Sure enough, this black smoke is coming from the coffin......! It was Miss You who controlled the night thirteen...... Or maybe it's conveying something ......".

Wang Ensheng's anger could not be extinguished: "Who can decide that Night Thirteen is not a demon of his own volition?! He stirred Nan Tianbao in a near-death posture, and the three forms of Xiqiu and Cixuan were suppressed before they even started, and even my soul fixing needle couldn't help him! Night Thirteen is not a demon, what else can it be?!".

Xiqiu and Ci Xuan looked at each other, Ci Hui was also silent, only Xian Ya stepped forward:

"Master, please order Night Thirteen to meet Miss You, whether he voluntarily enters the demon or not, you will know! If Night Thirteen still has a trace of humanity, he will definitely know!"