Volume 4 Taiqing Sect 508 Cold Pool

Liu Ming, upon his return to the cave dwelling, didn't say a second word and headed straight for the secret chamber.

No sooner had he stepped into the secret chamber than he slapped the soul-carrying bag at his waist with one hand. A rush of black qi rolled out, and, after a churn of the mist, a silver scorpion the size of a palm appeared and leaped onto his shoulder.

"Master..." The young voice of the bone scorpion came through by his ear.

Liu Ming gently stroked the back of the bone scorpion, then placed the original soul-carrying bag on the ground. With a single motion of his hand, he lightly pointed at it, silver spirit patterns emerged on the bag and shone faintly, followed by a large surge of chilling air sweeping out from within.He threw a newly purchased high-grade soul-carrying bag upward into the air, and, as the spell in his hand changed, a black array pattern on the bag lit up, unleashing a powerful suction force from its opening,