Whoosh...
A formation flag flew back into Lin Xuan's hand. The mist churned for a moment, then parted to both sides, and the scene in the middle gradually grew clear.
Lei Hong froze, then snorted and also withdrew his Heaven-Turning Seal magic treasure.
A man and a woman came into view.
The man was about twenty or so, with ordinary looks, the sort one would forget the moment he was thrown into a crowd. His cultivation, however, was not weak; he had already reached the early stage of Core Condensation.
Lei Hong narrowed his eyes, but very quickly thought nothing of it. The other party's face was pale and his expression listless; at a glance, he clearly looked as if his vital energy had suffered a great loss.
He then turned his gaze to the young woman beside him. As his divine sense swept over her, a gleam of wild delight suddenly shot from Lei Hong's eyes.
This girl was actually a yin soul body, and she had clearly practiced ghost cultivation arts. Now she had already reached the great perfection stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
This was an excellent ghost servant!
In the cultivation world, such a thing was far rarer than spirit beasts.
Heaven had favored him. This time, he had truly picked up a treasure.
Overjoyed, Lei Hong's gaze toward Lin Xuan grew even more hostile. From head to toe, a faint, icy killing intent had already begun to burst forth.
If he wanted to seize the ghost servant, naturally he first had to destroy her master.
Just as he was about to make a move, Lin Xuan turned his head and looked over, then spoke with a trace of mockery. "What, fellow Daoist? You don't even ask my identity before wanting to kill me and