phoenix maiden

Chapter 7 Artifact (1)

Looking at the scene in front of him, the snow sculpture was so scared that he couldn't breathe. Master, Xue'er sincerely wishes you good luck and good luck!

"Xue'er, are you okay?" Feng Jiushang struggled to pull out the legs under the head of a certain big guy, stood up, searched around, and walked slowly towards the snow sculpture.

Feng Jiushang patted Snow Eagle's head lightly, and then tried to pull the latter out of the crack in the stone.

The snow sculpture shook his head desperately, his eyelids opened a slit, and the moment of extreme panic came—that one...he really wanted to make a move...

A certain big guy slowly opened its eyes, and the dark waves of blood surged from the golden eyes, as if it wanted to devour everything in the world.

After one breath, a handsome young man in a light gold dragon-pattern robe was lying lazily in the wisteria pavilion, with his chin resting on one hand, and a pair of blood-colored golden eyes were looking at Feng Jiushang passionately.

A purple-red vine quietly wrapped around Feng Jiushang's slender waist, dragging the latter into the long pavilion... Feng Jiushang lost consciousness in an instant.

The wisteria pavilion suddenly rose from the ground, spinning at a high speed. After a few breaths, an airtight wisteria ball quietly suspended in mid-air, surrounded by a faint golden light.

The snow sculpture closed its eyes helplessly, master, that one is too strong, in his hands, there is no suspense for Xueer to die hundreds of times in a second...Master, don't blame Xueer for being cowardly, that one is Xueer at all An impenetrable existence.

The snow sculpture counted every second, and an hour passed slowly. The master, Xue'er, only discovered today that the most difficult thing in the world is not the crisis, but the unknown and uncontrollable time.

Another hour passed slowly, and a golden light swept out of the wisteria ball, which slowly fell to the rock and cracked with a crisp sound.

Among them, a light purple skirt has been turned into many irregular pieces, and it is quietly piled up beside Feng Jiushang. The latter's eyes are slightly closed, and his petite body is curled up in a loose light gold dragon pattern robe... …

The snow sculpture flew towards Feng Jiushang, staring blankly, Master, you must be strong...

A light golden figure stood still in midair, and sighed softly for a long time: "This emperor's life does not allow for accidents, little things, never see you again!"

Soon, the air smelled of sulfur, and the flowing wind became more and more scorching hot.

The rock continued to muffle, and collapsed bit by bit, falling into the boiling magma ocean.

……

"Xue'er, where...is this?...you...rescued me?"

Feng Jiushang sat with her knees hugged, slowly opened her eyes, stared blankly at Xuediao's terribly crying face, and asked slowly.

Snow Eagle shook his head hastily, choked up with sobs, unable to speak a single word.

"Girl, it was your obsession to survive that saved you. You have successfully entered this mid-level artifact, and you are fine now!" A crystal-colored figure floated in front of Feng Jiushang, with a pleasant expression.

This is the legendary strong soul body!
Feng Jiushang has read a lot of books on weekdays and knows a lot, so it's not surprising.

Really not dead, as long as you are alive, Feng Jiushang resisted the pain in his body, forced a smile, with a look of doubt and inquiry, "Senior, the little girl is bothering you!"

Seeing this, Qianying felt even more distressed for the quiet and strong little girl in front of her, she smiled gracefully, and talked.

There are many kinds of occupations that martial arts practitioners in the world can engage in, such as pharmacist, alchemist, formation master, weapon refiner and so on.

(End of this chapter)