Dressed as a treasure hunter, I was spoiled by the gang in the villain's den.

"What kind of ruined palace is this?"

In the Snow Palace, Wen Jianxi was either blown away or thrown away one after another, or fell into various phantom killing formations.

Finally, Wen Jianxi, who came out after once again relying on the things left by the weapon spirit to forcefully break through the killing array, could no longer bear it and threw a small black ball, blowing up all the side halls of the Snow Palace.

Looking at the collapsed palace, she felt that the depression in her heart had improved a lot and she was no longer panicking.

After that, Wen Jianxi rearranged her appearance and continued walking towards the palace at the back. She was only half way there.

I don’t know what is going on with this Xue Ling, who is so able to hide, and has set up so many traps to stop her.

After she catches the snow spirit, she will definitely teach it a lesson before letting the weapon spirit devour it, Wen Jianxi thought.

"Xueling, don't run."

Suddenly, just as Wen Jianxi was about to continue walking to the next palace, she caught sight of the snow-white dumplings flashing behind her.

Wen Jianxi chased after him without any hesitation. In order to avoid losing him, she proudly put several accelerating charms on her body to increase her speed to the extreme.

Soon, she saw Xiao Xuehua running away in front of her.

The cold chill left behind when the other party flew by proved that she was the true spirit of the Snow Spirit.

Seeing this, Wen Jianxi's eyes flashed with ecstasy. Sure enough, her weapon spirit was really powerful. Look, she has found Xue Ling.

Thinking that she was about to re-enter the space, Wen Jianxi took out the magic whip from the storage ring given by the weapon spirit before and threw it in the direction of Xue Ling.

As soon as the Divine Binding Whip was thrown out, it automatically locked onto Xue Ling's existence. One end was still in Wen Jianxi's hand, but the other end had been extended infinitely and was heading towards Xue Ling at the speed of light.

After a while, the Divine Whip caught up with Xue Ling's small body and trapped Xue Ling tightly.

The bound Xue Ling was unwilling to be captured, so she struggled desperately, scurrying up and down, back, left, and right, growing bigger and smaller, trying to get rid of the shackles of the divine whip.

However, a divine whip is a divine whip, and it is something that even gods can bind. A small snow spirit, even if it is a spiritual creature from heaven and earth, cannot escape.

Wen Jianxi just looked at the trapped Xue Ling with schadenfreude, struggling desperately like a turtle in an urn, but in vain.

It wasn't until she saw that Xue Ling had calmed down as if she had resigned herself to her fate that Wen Jianxi proudly controlled the magic whip and dragged Xue Ling back.

Xue Ling might have given up struggling now and just let Wen Jianxi drag it in front of her.

Looking at this white ball of snow spirit, Wen Jianxi was extremely satisfied.

But when she thought of the hardships she had endured to catch it, Wen Jianxi's face instantly became clouded again, and she raised her hand to pinch it hard.

"what!"

But she didn't expect that before she could pinch Xue Ling, the hand she stretched out was suddenly pricked hard by something, and Xue Ling was thrown away by her.

If she hadn't realized at the last moment that Xue Ling couldn't be thrown away and subconsciously grabbed one end of the magic whip, Xue Ling would have been thrown away by her.

However, even so, she only made sure that she had grasped one end of the divine whip, and then began to check her situation.

Then, her expression rivaled that of Heitan.

Starting from the hand she had just been pricked, her whole body had swelled a lot, and there were many raised red spots and an unpleasant smell.

At this time, Wen Jianxi was completely angered. While squeezing the elixir into her mouth, she fiercely pulled Xue Ling back. This damn Xue Ling, she was going to kill it.

Thinking like this, Wen Jianxi's face became extremely ferocious and terrifying. She pulled Xue Ling with all her strength and put it on the bracelet.

Of course, she didn't forget to send a message to the weapon spirit, asking the weapon spirit to torture Xue Ling more to relieve her hatred.

In fact, if she hadn't been worried about Xue Ling's tricks and back-up plans, Wen Jianxi would have preferred to do it herself. But after what happened just now, she didn't dare to take any more risks, so she could only leave it to the weapon spirit.

The weapon spirit has many methods and abilities, and she believes that the weapon spirit will not let Xue Ling go easily.

Thinking of this, Wen Jianxi's movements became more urgent, and she could not even hold back a sneer on her lips. She was waiting to hear Xue Ling's wailing and dying struggle.

Seeing Xue Ling getting closer and closer, the smile on her lips began to widen.

Even the originally drowsy weapon spirit sat up in shock the moment it sensed the aura of the snow spirit. It was dying of illness and waited at the entrance of the space, waiting for Wen Jianxi to bring the snow spirit into its mouth.

"what!"

Then, just when Xue Ling was about to be sent into the space, a burst of flame suddenly burst out from the area where Xue Ling was not tied up.

The scorching temperature made Wen Jianxi, who had only taken measures to prevent coldness but not heat at all, feel as if her hands were about to be burned, and her movements relaxed.

Wen Jianxi just looked at Huo Ling without reacting, and took Xue Ling and the Divine Whip away from her at the speed of light.

At the same time, the other party also threw something into her space, and it was swallowed by the weapon spirit with its mouth wide open, waiting to devour the snow spirit.

By the time Wen Jianxi came to her senses, her eyes widened in fear, and she tried to control the Divine Whip, it was already too late.

The divine whip that was taken away had been held down by an unknown male cultivator.

And her ears were filled with the painful and wailing sounds of the weapon spirits at this moment, and the sounds were extremely miserable.

"Well, poof~"

Just when Wen Jianxi was at a loss and didn't know how to help the weapon spirit, her consciousness felt pain and a mouthful of blood gushed out, and then she lost her sense of the divine whip.

Wen Jianxi looked at the male cultivator not far away in disbelief. He just cut off the contract between himself and the Divine Whip with his bare hands.

Although she only had a temporary contract with the Divine Binding Whip, it was taken out by the weapon spirit for her to catch the snow spirit and given to her temporarily.

But it was also a contract, and it was completely unheard of for him to cut it off with his bare hands. Wen Jianxi was extremely shocked.

Soon, she no longer had the energy to be shocked, because she sensed that the wail of the weapon spirit was getting weaker and weaker, and the contract line with her was now on the verge of collapse.

Wen Jianxi's eyes were full of horror. Her weapon spirit was not going to die! What on earth was that fireball thrown in just now? What should she do?

This weapon spirit was her biggest trump card. Without it, Wen Jianxi couldn't imagine what she would do in the future.

At this moment, Wen Jianxi couldn't care less about the strange male cultivator next to her. She prostrated on the ground and wailed in her heart: Please help her, please help her!

Unfortunately, her prayers did not work, and God had no mercy on her.

Not long after she knelt down, the voice of the weapon spirit disappeared unwillingly, and the contract line between Wen Jianxi and it was suddenly severed and completely dissipated.

At the moment when the contract line broke, Wen Jianxi also suffered a backlash. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, she fainted completely.

The moment she fainted, Sect Leader Wen's replenished consciousness also appeared beside her.