Poplar asked, "Why don't you put the Demon Suppression Tower in and let it absorb the ghast on its own?"

Xiaolong said: "No, as soon as the Demon Suppression Tower is put in, it will not only absorb the evil spirit, but also compete with us for the earth element aura, which is not suitable for us to cultivate." If we finish cultivating, we can put the Demon Suppression Tower in. ”

"Oh. Poplar nodded and said, "Understood." ”

He stretched out his head and said to Yang Fan on the other side of Xiaolong: "Xiaofan, thank you, brother has benefited a lot from following you to cultivate here." ”

Poplar speaks from the heart. Although he has good talent and is a genius in soul arts, he does not have such an adventure as Yang Fan. If he couldn't cultivate in the Yin Netherworld Ferry, his speed would not be able to catch up with Yang Fan, how could he advance and retreat with him like he is now.

Yang Fan didn't respond, closed his eyes slightly, and cultivated on his own.

"Alas......" Seeing that Yang Fan still ignored himself, Yang Shu smiled bitterly. He was not annoyed, when Yang Fan was playing with a child's temper, he stopped talking and continued to cultivate.

Time passed without even realizing it.

I don't know how long later, the voice of the bear hug sounded over the Black Sea: "My lord, something happened to the Zhao family, and a large group of soul guests came to find fault. ”

Yang Shu opened his eyes and frowned, "It must be someone from the treacherous sect who has come to take revenge." He looked at Yang Fan and said, "Xiao Fan, go out and help." ”

This time Yang Fan answered, but he still didn't open his eyes, and said, "Grandpa is a master of the Fire Soul Realm, and the Zhao family is so powerful, do you still need our help?"

"Then you keep practicing, I'll take a look. Yang Shu didn't go to provoke Yang Fan, who was still angry, and left the Yin Yin Ferry.

In front of the gate of the Zhao family, the two groups of people confronted each other, and the group with their backs to the Zhao family was naturally the Zhao family, headed by Zhao Cheng, Zhao Yin, Zhao Tong, Zhao Tie stood on the left, Zhao Wuji, Zhao Youjing, Zhao Wudang, and behind them were hundreds of Zhao family guards.

Opposite them, the leader stepped on a red steed, and the horse's sideburns were long, like an old lion with his sideburns down. Ximenhe, dressed in a red robe, sat in the saddle and held a horsewhip, his red robe was very wide, and there was a picture of mountains and rivers embroidered on the back. With a smile on his face, he glanced at the people in the front row of the Zhao family, and when his eyes fell on Zhao Youjing's face, his eyes glowed with a scorching light.

Fang stood side by side with him on a black horse, although he stood side by side, in fact, he was a little further backward than Ximenhe. There were also twenty horses behind the two of them, and all of them were soul guests of the Earth Soul Realm.

Twenty-two soul guests stood tall and tall at the door of Zhao's house, and this momentum alone made people dare not approach, and the surrounding neighbors only dared to stick to the wall and watch from afar.

Ximen He didn't get off the horse, looked at Zhao Cheng condescendingly, and said arrogantly: "Do you know what I'm doing here?"

Of course, Zhao Cheng knew what he was doing, so he seemed calmer and said, "What do you want?"

"Not very good. Ximen He turned his head, looked at his subordinates behind him, and said, "You see, all the elites of my treacherous sect have been brought, and they all have knives in their hands. I came to you today to feed some blood to the knife. ”

Zhao Cheng clenched his fists and asked with a stern expression, "Do you have to kill them all?"

Ximen He leaned down, stared at Zhao Cheng, and said sharply: "When you killed my Evil Gate Protector Mo Changyue, did you think about letting him live?"

Zhao Cheng put his hands behind him, and said calmly: "That's his own fault, he wants to kill us for the Liu family, we are just defending ourselves." ”

"Haha, what a self-defense. Ximen He sneered: "You old fox, I don't want to talk nonsense with you today." We sit upright at the end of the wicked door. It's always been people who don't offend me, and I don't offend people. But if anyone sins against me, I will not spare him."

Everyone knows what the treacherous door does on weekdays, but when Ximen He talks about the end of the line and sits upright, he doesn't blush at all. Of course, Zhao Cheng would not praise Ximenhe's thick skin in this situation.

Ximen He looked at the crowd of the Zhao family again, and said, "What about Yang Shu and Yang Fan? They are the murderers of Mo Changyue, right? Where are they? Hand them over first, and I will leave a whole corpse of your Zhao family." ”

"They ......," Zhao Cheng hesitated.

"I'm here. A figure flashed in front of the gate, and a poplar dressed in white walked out of the crowd, his eyes were like knives, and he met Ximen He's sharp gaze directly.

"Are you?" Ximen He gathered his soul power in his pupils, and suddenly two eyes like substance looked towards the poplar. He majored in the pupil technique in soul art, and he was good at using his pupils to control soul power and release soul arts. This is not the soul art of the Tricky Gate, but the soul magic routine that he has mastered before entering the Tricky Gate.

"Poplar. Yang Shu responded, did not avoid Ximenhe's gaze, and gathered his spiritual power in his eyes, forming a vortex of spiritual power. The spiritual power released by Ximen He from his pupils hit Yang Shu's eyes, but he couldn't force it anymore, and was shattered by a spiritual power vortex in front of Yang Shu's eyes.

"Huh?" Ximen He was a little surprised, according to his thoughts, his pupil technique was released in order to give Yang Shu a dismount. Because he believed that Yang Shu, a new soul guest, would not be able to catch his move.

"It's really an interesting talent, and he actually digested my soul power with mental power. ”

Yang Shu was leisurely and said coldly: "I also feel a little interesting." You're Ximen He, the master of the treacherous gate, right?"

Ximen He arched his hand with a smile and said, "It's on top." ”

Yang Shu's gaze swept over Ximen He, looked at the subordinates behind him, and said, "The purpose of your coming here today is to avenge Mo Changyue, and you also want to destroy my Zhao family and dominate Jiulong Town." If you have the strength, you can do it. But I can assure you that you will have to pay a terrible price to do it. ”

"What do you mean by that?" asked Ximen He with interest.

"I won't fight you, but it's not easy to kill a few of your subordinates?" After speaking, the killing god came out of his sleeves and hovered above the poplar tree, like three goshawks, looking down on the people of the treacherous gate.

Ximen He looked at the high killing god and praised: "Sure enough, he is a talent, he is just a new soul guest, and his spiritual power is so powerful......"

Yang Shu sneered: "Then what do you think I can't do now?"

"Haha!ha!" Ximenhe's shoulders rose and fell, and he laughed: "It's really that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers! Do you think that if you have some ability and talent, you can do what you want under my nose?"

After finishing speaking, Ximen He's eyes suddenly expanded, looking at the killing god in mid-air, and the eyeballs in his eyes actually burned. The next moment, the killing god was caught by a fiery red flame, trembled for a while, and fell one after another.

Yang Shu's body took two steps back, and he suddenly spat blood, and his mental strength was damaged.