A tender voice sounded in Su Yi's mind, and he could not help but be startled.
He looked around and found that the small figure did not appear. Then how could it be?
"Little Xie?"
He tentatively said the voice.
However, his voice attracted the gazes of the other cultivators, and they all stared at him, causing him to have goosebumps all over his body.
In particular, there were some extremely cold and murderous gazes mixed within those gazes.
The corners of his eyes twitched, and he made a gesture of waving his hand to indicate that there was nothing wrong.
At this time, Little Xie's voice sounded again in his mind.
"Big bad guy, are you a big idiot? Just use your consciousness to talk to me."
As Little Xie's voice sounded, Su Yi's consciousness sank into the space of the immortal destiny seal. The Dao rhythm of the Dragon Blood Spirit-breaking Blade flickered slightly, and it was speaking at the same frequency as Little Xie.
