Yun chujiu looked at the red skeleton that was showing off, and her voice suddenly turned cold:
“The weapon spirits that I met in all kinds of secret realms and all kinds of trial towers were all F * cking you, weren’t they?
What radish spirit, Xiao Hei’s frog white steamed bun, and the little skeleton were all your illusions, weren’t they? !”
The red skeleton that was kneeling on the chair almost fell down from the chair and shook its skull desperately:
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about. What radish spirit? What white steamed bun? Can It Be Eaten?”
Seeing its reaction, Yun chujiu immediately confirmed her guess.
No wonder the artifact spirits she encountered were all the same stupid and cowardly Qi ling. After a long time, they were all the same!
However, how did it do it? How could it travel through all kinds of divine artifacts and secret realms?