Reborn Concubine Against the Sky

Chapter 801 Witchcraft 06
With a "plop", the white-edged sword fell into the spiritual spring, and gradually sank following the chug of the spiritual spring.

Ao Qianling narrowed his eyes gradually, why is this hand-to-hand sword so abnormal?
The White Blade Zhan Dao recognized the master with her blood, and it is impossible to go against her wishes, but this series of strange actions now makes Ao Qianling a little puzzled.

Frost Phoenix Fei Gao and Ao Qianling continued to destroy the stones around the Lingquan.

"Hanbing, there is something strange about Lingquan."

As Ao Qianling spoke softly, Frost Phoenix stopped and looked at Lingquan.

The spirit spring that had been popping up all the time suddenly became quiet.

Then, a vortex emerged in the middle, and it became bigger and bigger.

The strange thing is that the white-edged sword that sank into the bottom of the spiritual spring slowly floated up at this time, spinning continuously with the vortex.

The white light of Lingquan flowed on the sword, and three peculiar patterns on the handle of the sword glowed faintly.

"Little girl, it seems that your injured soul and the Fourth Prince have been saved."

Frost Phoenix said, Na Han had already rushed to the edge of the Lingquan, but unfortunately he couldn't fly up, so he could only stand below and stare blankly at them.

"Water is decreasing."

Ao Qianling's fingers moved slightly, and the water in the Lingquan was slowly decreasing, which really made people feel a little unbelievable.

Frost Phoenix just giggled and said without saying a word, and laughed even more joyfully looking at the bouncing Han below.

The water in the Lingquan became less and less, and the whirlpool in the middle became slower and slower, and the surrounding water seemed to be sucked away by the whirlpool.

This spring should be an active spring with more than this amount of spring water, but now the water is getting less and less, and there is no water coming out of the spring anymore.

Until the last drop of water in the Lingquan disappeared, the White Blade War Saber still made a "buzzing" sound, and then flew towards Ao Qianling as if it had eyes.

Ao Qianling leaned slightly and stretched out his hand, and firmly caught the flying sword.

"The water has disappeared? Could it be absorbed by the hand-to-hand sword?"

Ao Qianling looked at the saber in his hand, his appearance was almost the same as usual, but the three patterns were clearer than usual.

It is so vivid that it seems to be real, and there are still many rays of light circulating on it.

"I didn't expect the little girl's hand-to-hand sword to have such abilities, so let me destroy his restriction first."

The Frost Phoenix turned its head, its wings were filled with mist, and it opened suddenly, followed by waves of powerful blizzards.

A huge blizzard hit the stones built around Lingquan, and the stones were so fragile at this time.

Where the blizzard swept, all the stones were instantly blasted and shattered.

Without the Lingquan, Meng Zhiran's restriction also lost its greatest effect.

Meng Zhiran did all his calculations, but he didn't expect Ao Qianling to have such an ability to suck up all the spiritual springs. Now his hard work for more than two years was all in vain.

At the same time as the stone was blown away, the mummies who had not yet become dry corpses were also torn apart by the powerful wind and snow. At this time, they had no power to restrain chickens.

"damn it."

When Meng Zhiran broke free from Ao Qianling's formation technique, it was already too late.

"Miss Seven, are you going too far?"

Meng Zhiran looked at the Lingquan in front of him, which had turned into ruins, raised his head and looked at Ao Qianling who was looking up at him, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Two years, more than two years of hard work, was ruined just like that.

(End of this chapter)