There you go. There you go.

The old man lightly tapped his fingertips, and a black ray of light immediately drilled into Su Tong's forehead.

At this moment, a pitch-black symbol appeared on Su Tong's forehead.

Then it slowly faded away and disappeared at Su Tong's forehead.

Su Tong touched his forehead, but did not feel anything.

He did not gain any strange knowledge either.

"What is this?"

Su Tong asked.

But the old man just shook his head, "Don't worry about it for now. In the future, when you encounter that ancient spirit beast, you will know."

"Thank you for your gift, senior!"

Su Tong thanked him at this time.

Although he didn't know what it was exactly.

But since the old man had already said so, it must be related to the ancient spirit beast. Also, this old man did not seem malicious.

The thing he gave should be beneficial and harmless.

"It just depends on your own fortune whether it works or not!"

The old man waved his hand and said.

At this moment, bursts of fiery red rays of light also appeared on the Fire Shadow Spirit Spear.

On the pitch-black spear body, it looked particularly dazzling.

But in the next moment, all the fiery red rays of light began to converge inward.

Eventually it became faint black flame patterns.

"Done!"

The old man spoke again.

At this time, the top-grade spirit treasure Fire Shadow Spirit Spear had also successfully recovered to the yellow-grade spirit treasure level in his hand.

Then the old man pointed his finger, and the Fire Shadow Spirit Spear trembled.

The old man directly threw the Fire Shadow Spirit Spear to Su Tong, "I've already erased the mental brand on it. You can put your mental brand on it. From now on, this Fire Shadow Spirit Spear is yours!"

"Thank you for your generosity, senior!"

Su Tong thanked him again, and immediately put his own mental brand on the Fire Shadow Spirit Spear.

If it was up to Su Tong to erase it, it would have taken who knows how long.

After all, even a mental brand from someone of the old man's strength would have taken Su Tong a whole day to erase.

After putting on the mental brand, this Fire Shadow Spirit Spear became Su Tong's spirit treasure.

Without any hesitation, Su Tong put it into his spatial bag.

"Alright, I've done what I needed to do. This trace of my divine sense is also about to disappear!"

The old man looked around.

Once this trace of divine sense disappeared, the old man would truly perish.

At this time, Su Tong didn't really know what to say.

After all, the old man had given him one thing after another.

And now the old man was about to leave.

"Hehe, sometimes being able to leave some things for future generations is also a blessing. But you have to promise me one thing!"

The old man seemed to see through Su Tong's heart.

He slowly opened his mouth at this time.

"Please tell me, senior!"

Su Tong nodded.

"When you meet those people, don't show any mercy at all!"

When the old man said this, a sudden killing intent erupted.

This powerful killing intent directly moved Su Tong.

"Senior, who exactly are those people?"

Su Tong asked out his doubts at this time.

"They are people who don't exist on Heaven Asking Continent!"

The old man didn't explain in detail.

But Su Tong understood clearly. After all, he was also a transmigrator. Su Tong concluded that those people were probably from another space-time or plane.

However, Su Tong didn't say this out loud.

"Yes, this junior will remember. When I see those blood-colored shadows, I will kill without mercy!"

After Su Tong finished speaking, a killing intent also erupted from him.

"Good! Good! Good! Hahahaha..."

Feeling Su Tong's killing intent, the old man also laughed out loud.

As the old man laughed, his figure gradually disappeared.

The once powerful generation, Hidden Spirit Sect's sect master, completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

Su Tong looked at where the old man had disappeared, and bowed deeply to him.

Then he walked out of the passage and headed straight out of the main hall.

He had taken everything he needed to take, the rest were mostly places where the disciples lived.

Su Tong didn't look any further and went straight out of the cave, leaving this place behind.

As Su Tong left, the formation slowly recovered.

"It can actually self-repair!"

Su Tong was quite curious about this formation.

But it was just as well, sealing the Hidden Spirit Sect inside, it wouldn't be disturbed by others.

When he got outside, it was still night time.

Only now, a whole day had passed.

"Tomorrow is the last day of the Hundred Sects Battle, it's also the day this Hidden Spirit Island closes!"

After getting his bearings, Su Tong flew straight toward the direction of Crimson Rainbow Sect.

Along the way, Su Tong also felt many unfamiliar auras.

They must be people from other sects.

Cultivating on Hidden Spirit Island was also beneficial for them.

Soon, Su Tong found the disciples of Crimson Rainbow Sect.

Now their auras were much stronger compared to a day ago.

"A day here is worth ten days out there, not bad at all!"

Seeing those disciples, Su Tong nodded in satisfaction.

At this point, some of the disciples already showed signs of making a breakthrough.

Su Tong watched them for a while, then also entered a cultivation state.

Noon of the next day!

In the center of Hidden Spirit Island, representatives from the eighty nine sects were all gathered here waiting.

Some were sect elders, because their sect masters had led teams here.

But most were the sect masters of each sect.

Every sect had their own spot.

At the very top were the spots for the Four Great Sects, Two Great Factions, and One Sword Sect.

But of the Four Great Sects, only three sect masters were present, they were the sect masters of Crimson Rainbow Sect, Strange Wood Sect, and Divine Wind Sect.

The sect masters of Strange Wood Sect and Divine Wind Sect were middle-aged men.

The Two Great Factions were Green Cloud Gate and Dark Thunder Gate. Green Cloud Gate's Gate Master was around the same age as Luo Zi Yin.

As for Dark Thunder Gate's Gate Master, he was a over two meters tall burly man.

Lastly, leading Sword Treading Sect was an old man with white hair.

"Luo Zi Yin, I didn't expect your Crimson Rainbow Sect to have actually eliminated Beast Control Sect!"

At this time, Divine Wind Sect's sect master, Qi Jing Yun, suddenly let out a cold laugh and looked at Luo Zi Yin.

"Mm. They trespassed on my Crimson Rainbow Sect and were killed by my sect's elder!"

Luo Zi Yin said lightly.

Her words caused surprise on the faces of several sect masters nearby.

"An elder? Not you?"

The one who spoke this time was Dark Thunder Gate's sect master, Su Tian Shuo.

"Of course!"

Luo Zi Yin nodded.

"Hehe, none of the elders of Crimson Rainbow Sect seem to have stepped into the Return to Void Realm, right?"

Qi Jing Yun spoke again.

Things that outsiders didn't understand about Crimson Rainbow Sect, Divine Wind Sect as a fellow Great Sect was naturally clear about.

In Crimson Rainbow Sect, even that great elder had not stepped into the Return to Void Realm, how could he kill Beast Control Sect's sect master?

"Hehe, whether he has or not, Sect Master Qi will know soon. The elder leading my sect's team this time is that elder!"

Luo Zi Yin let out a cold laugh.

Then she continued, "If nothing unexpected happens, I'm afraid that the only one successfully entering this time will be my Crimson Rainbow Sect!"

As soon as Luo Zi Yin's words fell, the sect masters of Sword Treading Sect, Green Cloud Gate, and Dark Thunder Gate all frowned slightly.

If there really was an elder in Crimson Rainbow Sect capable of killing Beast Control Sect's sect master,

then it would truly be difficult for their disciples to make it out.

The Divine Wind Sect's sect master had a disdainful look on his face.

Only the sect master of Strange Wood Sect smiled as he watched everything before him!

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