The Mightiest Ms. Rebirth Campus

Chapter 781 Opening the storage bag

At this time, there was no one in the spacious parking space, and Han Shaoqin and Wu Hailong, who had already got off the car, had already left first.

Quan Jiayun glanced at the starless sky in the middle of the night, shrunk his neck in the cold wind, and then walked towards the house. During this time, Quan Jiayun didn't speak, and Si Chengtian didn't have anything to say.

He just walked silently on the right side of the wind, blocking most of the cold wind for Quan Jiayun.

It wasn't until they went upstairs and when Quan Jiayun opened the door that Si Chengtian's deep voice sounded again.

He said: "Good night."

When Quan Jiayun turned his head, he looked at his boss Chengtian's eyes as deep as the sea. Those black pupils were as calm and unwavering as ever, but when he looked at her, there was something more clearly in the depths of his pupils.

Quan Jiayun smiled and said, "Good night."

After returning to the room, Quan Jiayun leaned against the door, the corners of his mouth turned up.

Soon, Quan Jiayun shook his head, walked into the room, took out the storage bag he had snatched, and began to break the brand of spiritual consciousness on it.

Regarding the storage bag, or the brand of spiritual consciousness on the storage ring.

If the owner is already dead, then it is easy to say that your spiritual consciousness is much weaker than the original owner, and you couldn't get rid of it at that time. After a long time, after the effect of the brand fades, you can easily break it.

But if the owner is not dead, the effect of the branding will not fade with time. As long as your spiritual consciousness is much weaker than the original owner, it will take a long time to grind.

At this time, the benefits of strong spiritual consciousness are manifested.

As long as your spiritual sense is strong enough, you can forcibly erase the imprint of the other party's spiritual sense.

What Quan Jiayun is doing now is this kind of thing, using his own consciousness to forcibly erase it.

This process took Quan Jiayun some time.

Because the spiritual consciousness of this demon cultivator is not too weak, if Quan Jiayun hadn't established a foundation, he would not be able to forcibly erase the imprint of this spiritual consciousness just by relying on his spiritual consciousness when he just returned to Earth.

Half an hour later, Quan Jiayun opened the storage bag.

There are quite a few things inside.

Quan Jiayun looked at each piece with great interest.

The first one, what Quan Jiayun was looking at was a blood-sucking flying sword, which had 17 layers of restraints, and [-] layers of restraints was the level of a high-grade spiritual weapon.

Of course, this blood-sucking flying sword here is a magic weapon, and only those who practice magic can use it.

Quan Jiayun picked up the next one.

After looking at each item, Quan Jiayun couldn't help but admire that this person has quite a collection. If she didn't have the magic weapon of the small world and didn't snatch his storage bag, she probably would have to run away in the end.

Of course, there are never ifs in this world.

Quan Jiayun looked over the contents of the storage bag, and after he had an idea in mind, he put it away.

Except for materials, she basically doesn't need the things of Moxiu, so she can only put them away and go to Moxiu's site to replace things later.

Quan Jiayun's figure flashed, and she came to the place where she imprisoned Lu Yingheng with a formation.

Lu Yingheng struggled for a while after Quan Jiayun left, and found that he could not forcibly break the formation, so he stopped wasting his energy and was sitting there with his legs crossed and his eyes closed.

Hearing the voice, Lu Yingheng opened a pair of dark eyes and stared at her eeriely.

Facing such a look that seemed to be bloodthirsty and peeling her skin, Quan Jiayun's mind did not waver at all. With a wave of her hand, a white jade chair appeared in front of her.

Quan Jiayun sat down gracefully, looked at the magic cultivator in the formation and said, "Name, origin."

(End of this chapter)