This wasn't li Tian's fault. He was born to take things seriously. At this moment, he had already entered a state of selflessness, and his mind was only filled with the sword and the plum.
Shrimpy had also noticed this problem and could not help but remind him,"
"Master, don't put all the essence of the dead tree into the sword. You have to remember that you have to save people."
Li Tian's eyes flickered. Shrimpy was right. The flower and the sword kept merging into one. The celestial sword in his hand had been baptized by the flower soul, but it might be a bad thing for Congcong.
However, when Li Tian wanted to stop, it seemed that the immortal sword in his hand didn't listen to his command at all. There seemed to be a kind of power that was constantly being released in the immortal sword. After a moment, this power absorbed the aura in the pistil in the opposite direction.