"In my opinion, it's a hidden danger to keep this poor and strange animal. It's better to kill it." An array Master said.

"Yes, it's safest to kill." Another array master echoed.

Although in the past, it was LINGJI Shengjun himself who suppressed poverty. This time, LINGJI Shengjun was not here, and Gu Fenghua helped him, but Shengjun also had the time to live. After ten thousand years, I don't know if he is still alive. Gu Fenghua is only in her early twenties, and God knows what she will be like after ten thousand years. If you want to eliminate future troubles forever, killing qiongqi is really the best way.

"Cough, cough..." but the other array masters did not speak. Instead, they gave a dry cough and a wink.

People with discerning eyes can see that the poor wizard sealed in the second array is the root of this flying boat. If you kill the poor wizard, the flying boat will be completely abandoned. Isn't that equivalent to cutting down the money tree of other people's Yunhe chamber of Commerce? They don't have a backache when they stand and talk, but Zhu Sifang has a backache.

The two people who opened their mouth responded that their proposal was to cut Zhu Sifang's flesh. They were all embarrassed and quickly shut up.

"It's safe to kill, but you have to kill it." Gu Fenghua didn't think much, just said with a bitter smile.

Although she couldn't even know for sure what kind of state the power of the sword had reached when the magic sword came out just now, she could be sure that such power alone could not kill the poor bird. If LINGJI Shengjun's strength is only so, or not too strong, he may not be able to kill it either.

It's not intuitive to draw such a conclusion, but when the sword is cut out, her mind goes away with it. It's easy to find that the power of the sword can only consume the power of the strange spirit, but it can't hurt its root. Even if it can barely hurt its muscles and bones, it will soon recover itself.

Don't say it's just one sword. Even if it's ten swords, one hundred swords or even one thousand swords, she can't kill the poor bird.

"Miss Gu, you mean you can't kill it?" Hearing Gu Fenghua's implication, a master of array asked in surprise.

"Not only Fenghua can't kill it, but Shengjun can't kill it." Zhu Sifang helped to give an answer, but also affirmed Gu Fenghua's previous conjecture that even if LINGJI Shengjun did it himself, he could not kill the poor bird.

After hearing Zhu Sifang's words, several array masters took a breath.

You should know that the poor and strange spirit has been destroyed and only has the body. It has no spiritual consciousness and does not know how to use the gifted supernatural power. In fact, its strength is greatly reduced. If such a holy king can't kill it, how powerful should the poor and strange spirit be when the spirit is not destroyed?

"In fact, of course, it's not for profit to build this flying boat. It was originally for the purpose of sealing the poor one." Zhu Sifang continued.

"Oh?" More than a few array masters, even Gu Fenghua is curious.

"Although the spirit of that poor strange is dead, it can absorb the aura of heaven and earth, refine it into the power of demons, build this flying boat to cross the clouds, seal it in the array base, in order to continuously consume its power of demons, otherwise even if the seal is made by the Emperor himself, it will not be able to imprison it for long." Zhu Sifang explained.

"Besides, don't think this boat will make a lot of money. In fact, all the Holy Spirit stones we collect are used to maintain the foundation seal. Even if we can't make ends meet, we have to paste them upside down. " Zhu Tongguang added, in an obviously resentful tone.