Chapter 420 Zanpaku Talisman

Feeling the dry and rough hands of the old poison ghost rubbing all over her body and the constant attacks on her chest, Xing Xinxin's phantom poison, which she had suppressed with great difficulty, showed signs of rising again.

In her sea of ​​consciousness, indescribable pictures appeared uncontrollably.

Her eyes began to become blurred and her consciousness began to sink.

The old poison ghost suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth to greet Xing Xinxin's red lips.

His skinny and ugly face and burnt yellow and black teeth caught Xing Xinxin's eyes.

The old poison ghost's mouth sprayed a foul smell, which flowed into Xing Xinxin's mouth and nose.

"Ugh!"

Xing Xinxin's abdomen churned and she felt nauseous!

She forced herself to suppress the desire in her heart and forced her brain to be clear.

"Puff!"

Xing Xinxin's right hand suddenly turned into a skinny claw and pierced the chest of the old poison ghost.

The old poison ghost's pupils shrank, his lust disappeared, and his eyes were full of pain and disbelief.

He glanced at the sharp claws that pierced his heart, his eyes slowly lost focus, and he gradually lost his breath.

He had been playing with poison all his life, and had killed countless monks and mortals with poison. In the end, he died because of the magic medicine he cultivated.

Xing Xinxin pushed away the body of the old ghost and stood up.

She smashed the heart in her right hand to the ground.

Then, she tidied up her messy clothes to cover the exposed spring light.

Song Wen, who was standing aside, was disappointed.

He thought he could see a good show, but he didn't expect that it would end halfway before he got to the point.

"You seem very disappointed. Seeing an innocent and weak woman being defiled by a villain, shouldn't you stand up and lend a hand?" Xing Xinxin said sarcastically.

Song Wen curled his lips in disdain and sneered, "Where is the weak woman? She is obviously a vicious and cruel woman."

Xing Xinxin stared at Song Wen fiercely. "I don't have the skills you want. What are you going to do with me?"

"Naturally..."

Before Song Wen could finish his words, he saw a yellow talisman in Xing Xinxin's hand.

The talisman suddenly broke.

A transparent sharp blade shot out and headed straight for Song Wen's brow.

The sharp blade is invisible and intangible!

It cannot be seen by the naked eye, only the spiritual consciousness can sense it.

Spiritual consciousness attack!

Song Wen's expression turned cold. He had expected that Xing Xinxin had something to save his life, so he had not acted rashly.

But he never expected that it was a talisman, and a talisman for spiritual consciousness attack.

This spiritual consciousness blade contained extremely powerful spiritual consciousness power, and any Jindan stage cultivator would not dare to take it lightly.

If there were no soul-type magic weapons to protect the sea of ​​consciousness, or spiritual consciousness defense spells, most Jindan cultivators would be seriously injured if they did not die.

After noticing that it was a spiritual consciousness attack, Song Wen simply gave up resistance.

Ordinary magic weapons and spells can't block spiritual attacks at all, and can only be blocked by the sea of ​​consciousness.

Song Wen has a black hole in the sea of ​​consciousness, so he doesn't need to be afraid of spiritual attacks.

If the black hole in the sea of ​​consciousness can't block it, no matter how powerful the magic weapon is, it may be difficult to block it.

Song Wen's figure suddenly shook, and a sharp pain came from the sea of ​​consciousness.

Although the spiritual blade was swallowed by the black hole in the sea of ​​consciousness, the majestic soul power contained in it far exceeded Song Wen's spiritual strength, and had a violent impact on his sea of ​​consciousness.

Song Wen shook his head, as if he wanted to drive away the pain in the sea of ​​consciousness.

But the fact is that it is useless.

"Miss Xing, do you have any other means?" Song Wen gritted his teeth and said coldly.

Xing Xinxin's expression was stiff, with a face full of fear and uneasiness.

The yellow talisman is called the "Zanpaku Talisman". It was a Yuanying cultivator of the Xing family who practiced the third level of "Concentrated Soul Thorn". The power of the "Concentrated Soul Thorn" was sealed in the talisman.

This talisman is extremely difficult to refine.

Moreover, the power that the talisman can exert is far less than the attack of the refiner himself.

Even so, most Jindan cultivators will never be able to resist the power of the talisman.

Xing Xinxin is the daughter of Xing Gaohan, the most powerful cultivator in the Xing family, so she can get a Zanpaku Talisman to save her life.

"How can you be unscathed!" Xing Xinxin looked flustered, and her voice was trembling.

She dared to talk to Song Wen before, all because of the confidence given by the Zanpaku Talisman.

Now that the Zanpaku Talisman has been used, Song Wen is still unscathed.

"If you honestly hand over the skills of "Concentrated Soul Thorn", I can give you a quick death and give your soul a chance to reincarnate."

Hearing that Song Wen did not intend to let her leave alive, Xing Xinxin's face turned pale.

"I reiterate that I have never practiced the "Concentrated Soul Thorn". Let me go back, and I will definitely teach you the full set of "Concentrated Soul Thorn" with both hands."

"Let you go back? Miss Xing, do you think I'm a fool? As for whether you have practiced the "Concentrated Soul Thorn", I will know it after a while."

Song Wen suddenly turned into a residual shadow, and his right hand became a claw, grabbing Xing Xinxin's head.

"What do you want to do?"

Xing Xinxin was shocked and immediately activated the "Corpse King Blood Training", turning into a thousand-year-old mummy, making a last stand.

However, she was no match for Song Wen.

Whether it was the top-grade spiritual weapon she activated or the sharp claws that suddenly slapped out, they were easily taken by Song Wen.

Song Wen pressed his palm on Xing Xinxin's head, and the majestic spiritual power, like a surging torrent, rushed into Xing Xinxin's sea of ​​consciousness and instantly engulfed her consciousness.

Xing Xinxin's resistance suddenly stopped and she fell into a coma.

After a while, the soul search ended.

To Song Wen's disappointment, as Xing Xinxin said, she really had never practiced "Concentrated Soul Thorn".

Xing Xinxin's memories were mostly about cultivation and some things about the Xing family.

The only thing that interested Song Wen was that Xing Chang and Xing Xinxin had a long-standing grudge.

Song Wen frowned and pondered for a moment, and then thought to himself.

"Maybe I can use the hatred between Xing Chang and Xing Xinxin! Lead Xing Chang here, and then..."

Song Wen took out Xing Xinxin's storage ring and made sure that there was no tracking mark in the storage ring or on her body.

He took out the soul-binding rope and planned to tie Xing Xinxin up.

Unexpectedly, before he took action, Xing Xinxin suddenly woke up.

Song Wen was about to knock her out again, but found that Xing Xinxin's eyes were full of confusion, as if she had lost all her memories and became a little stupid.

"Who are you?"

Xing Xinxin stared at Song Wen, her expression revealing deep confusion and uneasiness.

"Where is this?"

"Ah...what a scary bug."

She glimpsed the remains of a centipede.

Xing Xinxin suddenly got up from the ground, trembling all over.

"Is this the soul-searching technique that hurts the soul?"

Song Wen frowned and muttered to himself.