Chapter 1382: I Didn’t Even Taste It

The life-and-death battle between two top Nascent Soul masters caused a devastating destruction to the surrounding environment.

Especially since they both used the most destructive gold spiritual power among many attributes.

So much so that after their battle, no living creatures could be found in the area within a hundred miles. Whether it was rocks or trees, or those unlucky birds, insects or beasts, they all turned into ashes under the aftermath of the battle between the two.

If you look down from a high altitude, you can see a golden desert with no grass growing in the dense forest.

If it is just ordinary desertification, it is not a big problem for nature. In the surrounding forests full of grass and trees, flowers, plants and trees will grow again in this area in a few years.

However, the two have a deep understanding of the gold rules. Those gold rules with powerful destruction and killing took advantage of them. If there is no digestion of a hundred years, under their influence, it is impossible for any living creatures to survive in this area.

After absorbing Tao Zhi's corpse, Fang Ping looked into the distance. He could vaguely sense the breath of a battle between Yuanying strongmen in the distance.

"Could it be that the sinner cultivator just now was fighting with other immortals?"

With some guesses in his mind, Fang Ping did not immediately go to support. He first checked Tao Zhi's storage ring and found that there were many treasures in it, and even two strands of immortal spirit.

Especially the golden sword, after the battle with Fang Ping, it was intact, neither the golden sword itself nor the weapon spirit was damaged at all.

However, after this battle, his golden sword spiritual treasure actually had several cracks on the blade.

At this time, Fang Ping was suppressing the golden sword with the five-color stone tablet and the nine-story golden pagoda to prevent it from escaping after its master died.

As a spiritual treasure, it already has independent consciousness. When its original master died, its subconscious reaction was naturally to flee far away.

Fortunately, Fang Ping reacted quickly, and with the help of powerful spiritual treasures such as the five-colored stone tablet and the pagoda, he was able to suppress it in the first place, and prevented it from escaping when he used the blood talisman to devour Tao Zhi.

"Your master is dead, why don't you follow me in the future?"

Fang Ping's soul fell on the golden sword, and at the same time showed it his chaotic soul and Yang Shen aura.

The golden sword ignored it and continued to collide with the seals of the pagoda and the stone tablet.

"You must believe that the future of following me is definitely brighter than that of your original useless master."

In fact, at this time, Fang Ping's energy was still more focused on the blood talisman. He was still very curious about using the blood talisman to devour the enemy for the first time.

He pinched the handprint that the Thirteenth Prince taught him when he was comprehending the immortal weapon to heal his injuries, and controlled the blood talisman to feed back the absorbed spirit to himself.

At the same time, he also separated his soul to continue communicating with the golden sword, hoping to get the recognition of the golden sword, so that he could refine the golden sword more easily in the future.

Fang Ping originally thought that a genius like Tao Zhi would definitely be able to give back to him and bring him a lot of benefits, at least he should be able to save him several years of hard training.

As a result, before Fang Ping could receive the energy emitted from the blood talisman, the talisman bone that had been on Fang Ping's divine tree Nascent Soul suddenly vibrated slightly, and then all the energy was absorbed by the talisman bone.

After absorbing the energy, the talisman bone was like nothing happened, still sitting still, without any reaction.

Fang Ping was surprised, and even felt a little unhappy.

"Brother, what is your origin? I was hoping to improve my cultivation by devouring immortals."

"Even if you want to absorb it, at least leave me two bites."

"I worked so hard, but in the end I didn't even taste it."

Fang Ping complained, but the talisman bone didn't respond at all.

However, he did not gain nothing. After the talisman bone absorbed the energy from the blood talisman, he still felt that the connection between the talisman bone and himself seemed to be much closer.

"Forget it, I won't bother you this time, but you must not do this next time."

Since he was not blessed with the blood talisman energy, he could turn around and concentrate on dealing with the golden sword.

"Didn't you see my heroic and graceful appearance just now? As a spiritual treasure, shouldn't it follow a stronger person?"

While Fang Ping was nagging and comforting the golden sword, he dropped his soul directly into the core of the golden sword's weapon spirit, wanting to communicate with the other party directly.

As a result, as soon as the soul entered, he saw a golden sword slashing at his soul.

Fortunately, Fang Ping reacted quickly enough to withdraw his soul in the first time. He said with a sneer on his face: "I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to have a trick up your sleeve here."

Fang Ping was not referring to the golden sword, but Tao Zhi. Just now, he sensed Tao Zhi's breath from the sword in the weapon spirit core.

Since he already knew that a trace of Tao Zhi's residual soul was hiding inside, it would be easy to deal with it.

Fang Ping's eyebrows flashed with light, and a long dragon of spirit stared at a Yin-Yang Bagua mirror and rushed directly into the forbidden core of the golden sword.

Although Tao Zhi made a final resistance with the help of the golden sword spirit, facing the long dragon of spirit under the protection of the Yin-Yang Bagua mirror, Tao Zhi's reaction was completely futile.

After easily smashing Tao Zhi's last wisp of spirit, Fang Ping could finally face the spirit of the golden sword.

"Submit to me, or be destroyed."

The original owner of the golden sword had just died, and it was prepared to resist a little to be loyal to the original owner.

However, Fang Ping did not want to waste time at all: "I have limited time. If you continue to resist, I will destroy you and refine a new weapon spirit to replace you. Anyway, I have a lot of spiritual treasures. One more complete weapon spirit is not much, and one less is not much."

While speaking, Fang Ping's soul forcibly refined the core restriction of the golden sword.

Under the blessing of the Yangshen soul and the Yin-Yang Bagua mirror, the weapon spirit of the golden sword was completely unable to resist and was defeated step by step. Even the weapon spirit itself suffered considerable damage.

Finally, when Fang Ping quickly refined about one-third of the core restriction of the golden sword, the golden sword found that the situation was over. If it continued to resist in vain, it would only suffer.

So it expressed its submission to Fang Ping in a very frustrated manner, and cooperated with Fang Ping's refining.

"Right, if I had known this, why did I do it in the first place?"

Although refining spiritual treasures in this way is very fast, it also consumes a lot of the cultivator's soul.

Fortunately, Fang Ping's soul is strong and he doesn't care about this loss.

After refining the golden sword, Fang Ping's figure flashed and flew towards the direction where the breath of Yuanying cultivators fighting burst out from time to time in the distance.

The previous sin clan cultivator had obviously gone far away but came back to remind him. It can be seen that the other party still cares about the comradeship between the sin clan cultivators.

Even if it wasn't for this matter, even if it was just the fact that they were all sin clans, Fang Ping had enough reason to help him.