The jade token was a little cold when I held it in my hand, but I felt it was extremely warm. Unlike Yan Ning's method of refining weapons, this jade token was made of top-quality jade. It was not burned by flames, but simply used other jades to polish each other.

The jade plaque created in this way has extremely pure power. If you use the immortal consciousness to carve some formations, it can at least become a defensive magic weapon at the middle level of the heaven.

But strangely, there is no formation carved on this jade token. Except for the grade of the heavenly level, no matter how Yan Ning injects the fairy energy to drive it, the jade token does not react at all.

"Isn't it a magic weapon?" Yan Ning frowned.

After turning the jade token one side, Yan Ning noticed that the other side of the jade token was engraved with the three big words "Qiankun Palace". He didn't know what this meant. Qiankun Palace - it sounded a bit like the name of a sect, just like the Chiyan Gate. Yan Ning guessed that Qiankun Palace should be like Chiyan Gate, and they were all sects in the era of immortals and demons.

Maybe it is Huangfu Ci’s sect. Then isn’t this token a symbol of Huangfu Ci’s identity?

Yan Ning shrugged his shoulders. He originally disdained to collect things that had no substantial purpose, but the jade embryo of this jade token was really good. With a slight change, it might become a good magic weapon. So Yan Ning kept it in the Sumeru Ring for the time being. If you have the chance to ask Baili Xiaofeng and the others again to determine the origin of this jade token.

At this time, Zhuang Xiaoya also used the law of life to restore her state to its peak, and the whole process only took a quarter of an hour.

Seeing Zhuang Xiaoya open her eyes, Yan Ning asked with concern: "How do you feel? Will you not leave any hidden diseases?"

"Don't worry, the laws of life analyze the origin of all life. Maybe my research on life will be even better than you, a ghost doctor." Zhuang Xiaoya teased.

Yan Ning smiled: "If this is the case, it would be better."

Regarding Zhuang Xiaoya's practice of the law of life, what Yan Ning cares most about is not that she can heal her wounds, but that she is happy that Zhuang Xiaoya's life has been guaranteed by multiple guarantees, which is what makes Yan Ning feel most relieved.

"Huangfu Ci is dead." Yan Ningyun said lightly.

The former strong immortal king, the most powerful immortal in the immortal demon cave, was once arrogant, but now he was killed by Yan Ning.

There are too many right and wrong in this world, and it doesn’t make any sense to comment on who is right or wrong. Since Huangfu Ci is dead, Yan Ning will no longer ask about the future and he will look forward to the long-term.

"This is his Sun-Chasing Bow, the top-grade spiritual treasure of the sky, for you."

Yan Ning directly gave the golden sun-chasing bow to Zhuang Xiaoya.

Zhuang Xiaoya asked in confusion: "Why give it to me?"

"I like to use swords. Kunwu Sword is also a top-level sky-high grade. Isn't it a waste if I use the Sun-Zhu Bow again?" Yan Ning smiled and stuffed the Sun-Zhu Bow into Zhuang Xiaoya's hand.

The Chunjun Sword is just a magic weapon of the lowest level in the heavenly level. It is too shabby for Zhuang Xiaoya's cultivation level in the realm of the Heavenly Immortal. Zhu Rigong has a good image and is also a spiritual treasure that attacks from a long distance. It is more suitable for Zhuang Xiaoya.

Zhuang Xiaoya was not embarrassed, and directly forced out the essence and blood, and re-dripped the blood to recognize her.

The essence and blood entered the body, and a golden light burst out from the Sun-Cheng's bow, as if the originally withered flowers were revived. Zhuang Xiaoya closed her eyes and felt it for a while, then suddenly waved and said, "Xiao Tianxin, come out."

There was a flowing light on the Sun-Chasing Bow, but for some reason, the spirit inside did not move.

"Is Xiao Tianxin the name of the Sun-Chasing Bow Spirit?" Yan Ning asked curiously.

So far, Yan Ning has only seen a weapon spirit, that is, Yao Lao, who is the weapon spirit that transforms into the Ming Mirror Cauldron. Although Kunwu Sword is a spiritual treasure, it has no weapon spirit.

Zhuang Xiaoya stuck out her tongue: "When Zhuri bow was in Huangfu Ci's hands, Huangfu Ci seemed to abuse the spirit of the weapon frequently, which caused Xiao Tianxin to feel a little afraid of us, and I comforted her."

Zhuang Xiaoya tried to communicate with Xiao Tianxin. Soon, a smile appeared on her face: "I finally told her."

The bow of the sun turned into a stream of light, flew around Zhuang Xiaoya, and finally landed on the grass in front of them, turning into a little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old.

The girl is very cute, with long and delicate black hair draped over her shoulders, which makes people feel a little soft and pity. Her white skin is like a freshly peeled egg, her big eyes flash as if she can speak, and her small red lips and the whiteness of her skin are even more distinct.

Yan Ning was slightly surprised. Why is Xiao Tianxin's appearance so similar to Zhuang Xiaoya a few years ago?

When Yan Ning met Zhuang Xiaoya, she was eighteen years old. Compared with Zhuang Xiaoya now, Zhuang Xiaoya with a ponytail was much tender at that time. The little Tianxin in front of her was simply a smaller version of Zhuang Xiaoya. Her height was about 1.55 meters, small and delicate, and cute as a fairy.

"Xiao Tianxin has been in Zhurijuong for too long and has forgotten what he should be, so he appeared as I did."

Zhuang Xiaoya stepped forward and touched Xiao Tianxin's head. When she looked at her eyes, she seemed to be looking at her own sister. Xiao Tianxin was a little scared, but when she felt Zhuang Xiaoya's palm with gentle and warmth, she couldn't help but put down her vigilance and showed a satisfied expression on her face.

Yan Ning asked curiously: "Why didn't she speak?"

Zhuang Xiaoya glanced at Xiao Tianxin in confusion. Xiao Tianxin opened her mouth but did not make a sound. A voice came from Zhuang Xiaoya's heart. She explained to Yan Ning: "When Huangfu Ci attacked you, he damaged Zhurijuan bow, and Xiao Tianxin's body was also damaged, so he couldn't speak anymore, but I could hear the voice in her heart."

"So that's the case..." Yan Ning nodded slightly. It seemed that he had to find an opportunity to repair Zhuriju. Judging from Zhuang Xiaoya's appearance, she almost loved Xiao Tianxin to the extreme. She was her brother-in-law, and she couldn't sit idly by.

It was not the time to chat. Zhuang Xiaoya took back Xiaotianxin and put Zhurijuong into the purple palace, then asked: "Huangfu Ci is dead, where is that witch fight now?"

"Your condition has been restored?"

"Don't worry, there will be no problem. The witch fight is only in the middle stage of the celestial immortal. With Senior Baili and Senior Xie Zhen, we are not afraid of the witch fight no matter what." Zhuang Xiaoya said.

Yan Ning nodded, spread the immortal consciousness immediately, and began to look for the traces of Baili Xiaofeng and Xie Zhen.

But the flying speed of the immortal was too fast. Although Yan Ning had a huge range of reality, they were still unable to find their specific location.

So Yan Ning silently took out his cell phone and posted a voice in the chat of the four people: Two seniors, where is Wu Dou now?

Finally, an expression was added: [Growned teeth].
Chapter completed!