Chapter 1482: Sending Treasures

Then, more fairy lights flashed and appeared, and fairy treasures surrounded Yang Guanxin, trembling and expressing joy.

Seeing this scene, Tan Zirong was completely stunned, and his head was buzzing.

Everyone in the spirit world knew that fairy treasures had spirits, but except for the real fairy masters, no one had ever heard of anyone who could communicate with the spirits of fairy treasures, not to mention that, like now, many fairy treasures took the initiative to show goodwill to someone like young swallows returning to their nests, which was unheard of, even the real fairy could not do it.

Looking at these fairy treasures returning to him, Yang Guanxin smiled and waved his hand, and all of them were collected into his body dimension.

[To be honest, I have been using reading books to keep up with the latest updates recently, changing sources, reading aloud with many voices, both Android and Apple. ]

Even he didn't expect that Beique Sect actually had so many fairy treasures in the army. Thinking carefully, Beique Sect might have directly obtained a storage ring specifically used to store fairy treasures in the army.

This Beique Sect is a treasure house!

"Sky-reflecting mirror!" Yang Guanxin took the so-called Haofang mirror in his hand and smiled even more happily.

Not only because it was a fourth-grade fairy treasure, but also because among the fairy treasures in the army, there were not many sky-reflecting mirrors. Only the commander of an army was qualified to own one. Blocking a region was only the most basic function. Its real power was that it could... reflect a world!

Once this state was truly activated, it was enough to reflect every blade of grass and every speck of dust in the entire spiritual world. Whether it was spying on the enemy or looking for lost fairy treasures, it was invincible. Even the powerful celestial beings could not detect its spying.

Zhong Zimou and Fang Zhan looked at Yang Guanxin in disbelief.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that there were people in the world who could deprive others of their control over fairy treasures and attack the original owner in return. If such a thing were to be spread, it would cause a huge uproar in the spiritual world, enough to make those sects that controlled a large number of fairy treasures feel insecure.

Just when Tan Zirong was completely out of courage and didn't know whether to beg for mercy or turn around and run away, Yang Fan's silver sword suddenly slipped out of his hand and turned into a silver sword light, shooting towards Tan Zirong's forehead.

"Not good!"

Tan Zirong felt a life-and-death crisis he had never experienced before, and suddenly woke up. In panic, he was about to burst out his cultivation to escape from this place, but suddenly he felt that his whole body's cultivation suddenly stagnated, and his body stiffened for a moment.

This was Gu Song's secret move.

The immortal spiritual energy that spreads in the spirit world is essentially wood spiritual energy. The more spiritual energy a cultivator in the spirit world transforms and absorbs, the more susceptible he is to the influence of the "Wood Emperor Art". After Gu Song operated the "Wood Emperor Art", although it was not enough to cause the other party to go crazy and explode like the broken wood in the immortal world, it was easy to interfere with his true energy operation at close range.

It was this moment of interference that caused the Silver Mist Sword to pierce through Tan Zirong's forehead and burst out from the back of his head, destroying his Nascent Soul and his soul, and annihilating all of the latter's vitality.

Blood oozed from Tan Zirong's forehead, and he fell to the ground with his head raised like a dead tree, motionless.

The Silver Mist Sword was not stained with blood. It turned in the air and returned to Yang Fan's hand. He threw it to Zhong Zimou, who was stiff with shock, and said lazily: "I'll give it to you."

Zhong Zimou caught the Silver Mist Sword in a hurry, feeling a sense of unreality as if he was in a dream. He looked at Yang Fan in disbelief: "Young Master, are you really going to give it to me?"

Yang Fan smiled faintly, and threw a third-grade fairy treasure-level flying knife he had collected before to Fang Zhan.

Fang Zhan, who was showing shock and envy, also quickly caught the flying knife in his hand. He was so happy that he couldn't help showing a look of great surprise on his face. He quickly said, "Thank you, sir!"