Clang——!!!
With a crisp sound, the silver needle pierced Gu Yuan's forehead, emitting a ringing clash like metal striking metal.
Gu Yuan's forehead seemed to become as hard as iron stone, blocking the silver needle magical artifact outside.
Then, Gu Yuan reached out and pointed at Xiu Yanqing's forehead.
Xiu Yanqing's body quickly crumbled into a heap of ashes, silently scattering in the wind.
Only a faint black-gray mist appeared in Gu Yuan's hand.
"Ahhhh!!! Who are you..."
Accompanied by a series of faint yet piercing voices emerging from the mist, Gu Yuan flicked his finger, sending out a pure white smoke to envelop it.
The pure white smoke rapidly spread and transformed into wisps of mist, seeping into the black-gray mist.
This black-gray mist was naturally Xiu Yanqing's divine soul.
Gu Yuan deliberately preserved it to obtain the information within Xiu Yanqing's divine soul.
