The five-colored parrot carefully observed for a long time before speaking lightly: "This immortal was just confirming what kind of seal this seal is, and now this great immortal has been determined." ”

"That," the Spirit Jade Sect Master hesitated.

"It's okay, it's not necessarily a bad thing to make this kid suffer a little, maybe there will be benefits!" the five-colored parrot said in a strange tone.

Zhao Haifeng took advantage of his face and looked at Qin Xiulin with concern. Since the five-colored parrot had already opened his mouth to guarantee that Qin Xiulin was fine, no matter how worried he was, he could only hold back.

The darkness continued to condense, and Qin Xiulin felt that the strange oppressive force he was subjected to was getting more and more serious, and it was about to make him unable to breathe.

Qin Xiulin had even heard clearly that his bones were being compressed again, and he now wondered if this was the seal of the Spirit Jade Sect.

White mist began to rise from the icy spring water, and bursts of cheongsams, like boiling water, wrinkled and gushed out from Qin Xiulin's body.

The five-colored parrot flew away quickly, and its gaze fell on Qin Xiulin, who was mostly submerged in the mist.

"This, this, what's going on?" the five-colored parrot muttered to itself, although its voice was very low, but it had already been heard by Zhao Haifeng.

"Immortal senior, is it just an accident?"

The parrot didn't dare to believe it, but what had happened in reality had indeed exceeded the scene recorded in his memory. What to do, now the parrot seems a little hesitant.

The white mist spread, and the aura in Qin Xiulin's body continued to surge, becoming more and more eerily fast, and the intense pain shrouded Qin Xiulin's consciousness.

If Qin Xiulin was asked to describe his feelings in one sentence, it would be that his whole person was tightly grasped by a huge big hand, and he kept squeezing his body, and at the same time, there were bursts of intense temperature from this big hand.

Except for the sect masters of the sword heart lineage of the past generations, no one can know what this mysterious sword that has been inherited for an unknown number of years is what it is, even the five-colored parrot has only heard of it, it only knows that this inheritance sword is sexless and qualityless, and it is impossible for anyone else to see it except for the person who controls it.

At the beginning, that person had told the five-colored parrot that although the process of inheritance could be said to be difficult, and even had some pain, it was by no means the way that Qin Xiulin was suffering now, which was far beyond the limit that ordinary people could bear.

If it weren't for Qin Xiulin's physical strength that far surpassed everyone else's, as well as a strong heart, he would probably be worn out now.

Zhao Haifeng finally couldn't help but speak again, even if the inheritance failed, he couldn't watch Qin Xiulin being tortured to death, not to mention that dying a person for nothing didn't mean anything to the inheritance.

"Senior, let's fish him out first!"

The colorless parrot tilted its head and looked at the white mist, and Qin Xiulin's body was only left with a vague black shadow.

Although this defeat can be achieved in isolation, it cannot prevent the transmission and penetration of consciousness, so the five-colored parrot and Zhao Haifeng can clearly understand Qin Xiulin's state.

The five-colored parrot knew that he still couldn't be so cruel after all, so he could only nod.

"Get this kid out!"

The five-colored parrot's tone was heavy with a thick helplessness, and even a trace of weird pain.

Zhao Haifeng couldn't care about anything else, because he had already seen that the surface of Qin Xiulin's body was cracking, and he had to rescue Qin Xiulin from the icy spring water immediately.

Zhao Haifeng wanted to rush over, but the white mist that was weak and swaying with the wind could not be crossed at all. Zhao Haifeng frowned, his body kept squeezing towards the white mist, but it was like being blocked by an iron wall in front of him, and Zhao Haifeng couldn't take a step at all.

"This!" Zhao Haifeng naturally wouldn't give up so easily, he quickly waved out a palm, the aura condensed in his hand was simply terrifyingly thick, but the moment Zhao Haifeng's palm touched the white mist, all the aura collapsed together with the white mist in an instant, and it disappeared cleanly, as if the death had never appeared.

The blood had been constantly seeping out through Qin Xiulin's body, Qin Xiulin's face was extremely hideous, he could only continue to extend his entire torso, only in this way could he relieve a little bit of oppression.

The five-colored parrot had clearly seen all of Zhao Haifeng's actions, and because of this, it was even more confused and uneasy.

The man had never said these things, the parrot was sure, and the man could never lie to him, so there must have been an accident in this inheritance.

As for what happened to the accident, it was something that the five-colored parrot couldn't know, and he could only hope that Qin Xiulin would come out on his own. Or Zhao Haifeng can rescue Qin Xiulin, but looking at the current situation, a super master of the Eightfold Realm of Stepping on the Sky seems to be helpless against this weird white mist.

"What the hell is going on!" Zhao Haifeng's face was ugly, and he took out a spirit sword and slashed at the white mist, but something shocked him happened.

The spirit sword passed through the white mist without the slightest hindrance, but the aura contained in the parts disappeared in an instant, which meant that the spirit sword was damaged and completely became an ordinary metal sword.

Zhao Haifeng rushed towards the white mist again, but no matter how much force hit the white mist, it was inexplicably dissolved.

Qin Xiulin had already begun to convulse, his consciousness was almost about to collapse, and the only remaining belief was the desire to survive, and he was unwilling.

The blood was swallowed by the cold spring water, and there was no red color to be seen, it was still clear, and it was even about to melt and corrode Qin Xiulin.

The black shadow began to become illusory, Qin Xiulin's body and mind suddenly relaxed, and his spirit was about to collapse in an instant.

If it weren't for the fact that a yellow light suddenly came out of the mysterious bead at the critical moment, all of Qin Xiulin's consciousness would have dissipated.

The yellow aura protected Qin Xiulin's consciousness, Qin Xiulin finally breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, he also found that all the oppression was dissipating at a rapid pace, and his body was gradually regaining perception and control.

This was good news that made Qin Xiulin excited, but even if he regained control of his body, Qin Xiulin was still unable to move, because he no longer had any strength.

He didn't feel any aura in his body, all the flesh and blood seemed to be roasted, and the cooked meat looked full of heat, but it couldn't provide Qin Xiulin with any source of strength. It can only bring pain to Qin Xiulin.

The speed at which the white mist drifted was slowing down, and it was strange that even if the white mist poured out of the most urgent burst, the range covered by the white mist did not exceed five zhang, and after reaching a certain range, the white mist dissipated by itself inexplicably.

Seeing that the white mist was dissipating, Zhao Haifeng's face was overjoyed, and he immediately hurriedly walked towards Qin Xiulin, who was submerged in the spring water.

The five-colored parrot had already hovered in mid-air, and his gaze had never left Qin Xiulin's direction before.

Although he had lost his spiritual power, the five-colored parrot still had far more than ordinary people's surveillance, and he could be sure that Qin Xiulin must have been subjected to a strange change in the demon seed, this change was forcible, but there was no killing opportunity.

Could it be that this method was left by the sect master of the sword heart lineage of Zhou Lai? But what about his purpose? The five-colored parrot could not find any reason to explain. Moreover, the decline of the Spirit Jade Sect also confirmed his speculation.

Of course, things didn't end so easily, Qin Xiulin had just regained some consciousness, and a white light suddenly rushed into his sea of consciousness through his body.

(End of chapter)