I saw this little black toad jumping and jumping all the way, and suddenly rushed into the gate of the main hall!

"Hey, this is a bit interesting. I want to follow me and see what happened!" With a lot of curiosity, Guan Heng landed on the ground with a snap, retracted his entire body of battle armor back into his body, and took a big step and followed the gate of the main hall!

"Hey, where is this little toad?" Guan Heng entered the palace gate and searched around, but he disappeared from the lively toad just now. He felt puzzled in his heart.

"Haha, it's really strange. Where did the little thing go?" Although he couldn't find it for a while, Guan Heng was calm. While looking for the little black toad, he looked around at the decorations in the main hall: "Well, this place is quite clean and tidy, but there is no god-sacred ceremonial offering, it looks like an elegant study!"

Just after walking a few steps, Guan Heng suddenly felt a cracking sound under his feet. It turned out that the floor tiles here were rotten and terrible. They were stepped on by himself, and several cracks suddenly appeared!

"Cow quack--" The sound of the shattering floor tiles suddenly alarmed the little black toad that was huddled in a dark corner. It screamed in a hurry and rushed to escape in another direction without any brains. Guan Heng's figure had long been engraved in the black toad's mind. It remembered clearly how the other party cut off its tongue. How could there be no reason not to rush to escape?

"Hey, don't run!" Guan Heng followed with a smile and quickly: "I'm not going to kill you, don't be afraid!" After chasing for two or two, Guan Heng, who was quick and incompetent, blocked the little black toad in the corner behind the bright pillar of the main hall.

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"Haha, let me catch you!" Guan Heng lowered his body and stretched his left hand to catch the little black toad. The toad jumped suddenly and barely avoided the grab. Unexpectedly, Guan Heng's left hand was a feint. His right hand stretched out like lightning, and his five fingers closed and suddenly grabbed the little black toad!

"Quaguagua--" The little toad kept struggling, screaming timidly, afraid that Guan Heng would pinch himself with force!

"Please, please don't hurt it..." At this time, Mingzhu stumbled out of a person. This was a young man wearing ancient Chinese costume. He had a clean and haggard face, weak words, and a thin body. It seemed that a gust of breeze could blow him to the ground!

"Hehe, I finally came out!" Guan Heng gently picked up the little toad with his hand and smiled: "I have long felt that there are some other people in this hall. Oh no, it should be another soul body!"

"I see that your soul is as thin as paper, I'm afraid you're quite weak?" Guan Heng asked the young man: "Who are you? Why can't you linger in the ruins of this ancient city in the East?"

"And the moment you appeared, my right hand seemed to have a strange reaction!" Guan Heng suddenly showed his left arm, and an invisible breath of Cangjie's divine power suddenly lingered around!

"Is this the master's breath?" The young man in ancient costume immediately showed an incredible look: "This, how is this possible? Master... has been dead for thousands of years!"

"Master? Are you talking about Cangjie, the powerful Chinese Immortal God Realm, your master?" Guan Heng narrowed his eyes suddenly, and asked with a hint of inquiry in his tone: "Who are you?"

"Since you have the breath of my master's fairy bones, I think you can be considered a 'half' inheritor of the master! I..." The young man seemed to be getting weaker and weaker in speaking. He reached out to hold Mingzhu and gasped for a few times, then said: "Yes, can you give me the ink-colored little toad? If it is not by my side, I am afraid I won't be able to hold on for long..."

"Oh, so it's so important to you? Give it, take it!" Guan Heng took a few steps forward, stuffed the black toad into the young man's hands, and said, "It seems that your soul body is indeed too weak. You must have been beaten to death by someone during your lifetime, and then it took a lot of effort to condense the soul body, right?"

"Yes, if it weren't for this soul-condensing mourning toad always by my side, I would have dissipated between heaven and earth long ago!" The young man held the mourning toad in his hand, and seemed to have improved a little. He immediately said: "You asked me about my identity just now? I am the ink-grinding book boy of Cangjie's master, called 'Qiyong'!"

"Oh, it turns out that you are the powerful attendant of Cangjie!" Guan Heng nodded slightly, and suddenly realized: "No wonder my right arm bone responded to your appearance. Why did you fall here? How did this ancient city be built?"

"My master, Cangjie, died together with the powerful enemy in the outer world, was not careful to be injured by the enemy's light-energy weapons, and even most of my soul was dispersed!" said the young man Qi Yong, "So I escaped here alone. With some superficial techniques I learned from my master, I used some of the Chinese ancestors who had fallen here to worship me as a god, thus creating an ancient city.

"As time passed, my ancestors who believed in me died and the ancient city was abandoned!" A trace of memories of the past appeared on Qi Yong's pale face: "After all these years, my soul body became weaker and weaker. In desperation, I had to use my master's relics to last for some time for myself, and then I was able to survive until now!"

"The relics of Cangjie's powerful avatar must be that little black toad, right?" Guan Heng smiled slightly: "No wonder you are so nervous about it!"

"You're right!" A smile appeared on the pale face of the young man Qi Yong. He lowered his head and gently stroked the little black toad in his palm: "This thing was originally called "Soul-Condensing Ink". It was a special ink block used by my master Cangjie to write characters. It has a unique effect and can gradually solidify and form the soul that is about to collapse, barely allowing the holder to keep the soul body immortal."

"In recent years, I have wrapped a trace of my soul into the ink block, making it become a toad that has consciousness, and can move freely!" Qi Yong said to Guan Heng: "In this way, it plays in the pool outside the hall. The more active the soul-condensing ink, the more time I can buy for myself, because it is responsible for warming my soul into the soul, but the divine power contained in the ink spreads everywhere, turning the original small pool into a black lake!"

"So that's it, this is also a solution!" Guan Heng nodded slightly and said, "Is there any other wonderful uses of this soul-condensing ink?"

"Using this grinding ink, dipping it with a brush to dip it into the soul!" Qi Yong said: "Generally speaking, it is not easy for the soul of the dead to condense. If the soul-condensing ink is splashed with a stroke, the newly generated soul body can condense for an hour!"

"In addition, if a weak soul body takes a little ink block of soul-condensing ink, it can permanently maintain the solid state of the soul body. After taking the ink for a long time to consolidate, the soul body will never disappear!"

"This is such a good thing!" Guan Heng secretly praised in his heart, and he asked curiously: "By the way, Qi Yong, since this fragrant ink can keep the soul from dissipating, why don't you eat it yourself?"
Chapter completed!