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1277. Refining fairy umbrella 1

Xiao Chu said solemnly. Of course he knew what Qianming Xiancao was worried about, so he expressed all his thoughts.

"I promise you, as long as you are not good to me, I will be fine with my last life. Otherwise, even if you beat me to death, I will not do it!" Qianming Xiancao lightly pursed the tips of his teeth and said firmly.

Just as the Thousand-Life Immortal Grass said, as long as its last life is still there, the loss of a small life is not a big deal to the Thousand-Life Immortal Grass. Just now, the Thousand-Life Immortal Grass looked at Ling Jie secretly.

With the Hongmeng Qi, she had already guessed that he might really be the inheritor of the Heaven-defying Holy King. Of course, she, Thousand Life Immortal Grass, knew what kind of existence this was. The Hongmeng Qi was the purest gas in the world, and it was said that there were also creations

As for the ability to destroy the world. But these are all rumors. No one knows whether it is so powerful. However, one thing is certain, this Hongmeng Qi is very powerful. Even the Dao in the Bafang Underworld

The most evil air masses in the world are no match for this Hongmeng air.

"You have such a stupid brain, of course we won't let you die! You are so stupid!" Xiao Chu couldn't help but swore and said: "That's it, you do as I say...!"

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So, Xiao Chu told Qianming Xiancao all his plans. Qianming Xiancao nodded and did as Xiao Chu said. Now that things are like this, Qianming Xiancao can only help Ling Jie

.Besides, Ling Jie is quite a good person, and it might be good to let him be his master. Therefore, Ling Jie, Xiao Chu, and Thousand Life Immortal Grass are all busy on their own. The purpose is for the three of them to practice together.

Create an immortal umbrella to protect Xia Bing. However, there are still risks in practicing this immortal weapon! The success rate depends on chance, otherwise it will all be in vain. However, an intuition is telling Ling Jie,

This will definitely succeed. Over the years, Ling Jie has never doubted his intuition.

"Pfft...!" At this moment, Ling Jie suddenly spurted out a stream of bright red blood and fell on the sheets, his face becoming increasingly uglier. Just now, Ling Jie was bounced back by a force, which resulted in Ling Jie being injured.

"Brother Jie, if you keep insisting, this magical weapon will be successful soon!" Xiao Chu couldn't help but remind him, with a look of determination on his face.

If his guess is correct, he may be able to create three immortal weapons this time. This is what he has sensed. As for whether he can succeed, this is still unknown. No one can predict the future with certainty.

"I know!" Ling Jie endured the backlash and said with assurance on his face through gritted teeth. For the sake of his wife, Ling Jie risked his life this time.

At this time, the entire bedroom was filled with light, and Ling Jie's body was shrouded in a ball of air, like an air mask.



An hour passed.

Suddenly Ling Jie howled fiercely to the sky and said: "I, Cao, I really didn't expect that I managed to master three immortal weapons this time. I, Cao, am I very lucky, right?"

He pulled back his numb legs and said excitedly.

"Brother Jie, I have to say that your luck is really good!" Xiao Chu said with a smile: "However, your current cultivation level is already very weak. You just practiced the immortal weapon, which caused the true energy in your body to double.
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