Walking in the light rain, trotting all the way, the woman in the hemp robe who returned to Xiaoshuang Mountain came to the side of Zhou You, and she whispered softly, conveying the meaning that the Pope wanted to travel.

Zhou You nodded.

He felt that there was nothing wrong with the behavior of the Ma-robed Daoist, and the Pope was the spiritual leader of the entire Xiling, and he must not receive the slightest danger in everything.

Zhou You left the funeral and came to the place where the white wooden carriage was, he frowned, and found no trace of the Pope, the woman in the hemp robe was obviously panicked, and she began to ask the attendants around her in a panic.

However, a very horrible message was obtained......

The attendants next to the white wooden carriage actually said that they had never seen the Pope, and they had not even seen the time when they came out with the female linen robe......

Zhou You did not spread the soul sea for the first time, these attendants did not lie, some people deliberately hid the traces of the Pope, used some treasures, and paid the price...... Naturally large.

The cardinal on his shoulder sensed the idea of traveling, flew up, turned into a normal size, overlooked the entire Shu Mountain, and then fell down again, shaking his head.

Nor did it perceive any trace of the Pope.

This matter has begun to ferment, and the ma-robed Taoists who participated in Xu Zang's funeral quickly left the scene after learning about it, and the big people of the holy mountain guessed through the departure of the pontiff that the Pope might have encountered some trouble, and then they understood what was happening...... After the Pope left the funeral, he disappeared.

The small mountain lord Thousand Hands is no longer condensed, but appeared in his true face by Zhou You's side, Thousand Hands' perception ability is unrivaled, and her soul sea radiates the entire Shu Mountain Realm, and she has not found the location of the Pope......

"Someone used a high-ranking relic. ”

Thousand hands narrowed their eyes, not only Pope Chen Yi, but also Ning Yi and Pei Fu of Xiaoshuang Mountain...... She also lost her senses.

"Back Mountain! Go back to the back mountain!"

The cardinal soars –

The linen-robed Taoist turned over on his horse in a panic and hurried through the forest.

Some of the people of the Holy Mountain followed with the mentality of watching the excitement.

And then it didn't take long...... They saw a corpse, the linen robe was torn to shreds, the blood seeped into the wet dirt ground, someone cried out, the linen robe Taoist who served the Pope, did not suffer because of the death of his companion, they found a trace of mottled blood on the hard rock of the mountain gorge behind the mountain, looking at the height, it should have broken the head and dripped on the stone.

Thankfully, however, the Pope ...... Alive.

The real entrance of the back mountain, a small world within a radius of ten zhang, was locked very tightly, Chen Yi's voice could not be heard, when it was discovered, the young Pope was very embarrassed, covered in bloodstains, it was difficult to stand, and he sat on the ground regardless of his manners, even if he was helped up by the Taoist in the hemp robe, he refused to move his steps, let alone speak, but just looked at the direction of the back mountain in a daze.

The edict hanging in the air shook itself without wind.

The talisman looked unpretentious, and there was no indication that it had burst out with blazing light not long ago.

......

......

All the way down, and then down.

The world behind that edict is not the cracked canyon at all!

Ning Yi struggled to hold Pei Fu with one hand, and he grabbed the handle of the umbrella with the other hand, and the big umbrella was opened, and there was no way to make Ning Yi fall more slowly.

The sword bone part of the fine snow is very tough and difficult to destroy, and Xu Zang was put into the sheath that year, and he could kill the enemy when he pulled it out...... When he was in Anle City, the fine snow was changed into an umbrella sword, which was the only thing Xu Zang left to Ning Yi, so Ning Yi always carried it with him and never changed his appearance.

The reason why Ning Yi opened the umbrella, but the speed did not slow down in the slightest, was because the umbrella surface was smashed apart by the impact of the shadow twice in a row. Constantly falling, the violent wind tore at the umbrella surface, the sword bones of the fine snow were still there, and the fragments of the umbrella surface were constantly flying and peeling away.

That shadow was not as lucky as Ning Yi, he was hit by something invisible halfway, smashed twice, and was forced to let go of the fine snow, his consciousness was not blurred, even if he was falling, he still tried to kill Ning Yi in the process.

The shadow tentatively wanted to move his body, getting closer to Ning Yi, but was hit by the protruding rock, smashing the protruding rock to the roots, and spit out a mouthful of blood, this time he gave up the struggle, but chose to calm down and avoid the obstacles that he might encounter in the fall.

Ning Yi felt more and more that this shadow ...... Not like a "person".

The traces he held on the fine snow were hot with a bone-eroding heat, and the umbrella surface carefully selected by Xu Zang could be shattered, and the impact of the Sea Stargazing Monarch level could not wash away the fine snow umbrella surface...... What can be relied on is likely to be this corrosion.

The "blood" spit out after the shadow was smashed was wrapped in fog and sprayed opposite the narrow mountain rock, the fog splashed away, Ning Yi captured the last scene, and the mountain stone was scalded to smoke.

What kind of blood is this?

With corrosion?

Ning Yi could feel his instinct for this shadow...... The bone flute was constantly trembling, and as the bone flute trembled, he felt a great disgust welling up in his body, like a kind of soul rejection.

Pei Fu's cultivation is higher than his own...... But being hit by this shadow, the divine soul fell into pain, it was very likely that it was the continuation of the corrosive invasion, but Ning Yi didn't, the bone flute immediately dispersed the breath that tried to invade Ning Yi's body.

So he held the fine snow, and it was just white smoke.

The two figures are still falling, this time Ning Yi is not so lucky, he slammed on a thick branch stretched out, in order to protect the girl, the whole person turned over on his side, even if the body was strong, the impact of falling from an extremely high place still smashed Ning Yi snorted, and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

What's even worse is ...... The shadow took the opportunity to embrace it.

The blazing temperature hit in an instant, Ning Yi didn't have time to react, a pair of big hands pinched his neck, the black mist shattered, and the two dry bones were staggered and entangled, with great strength.

The power of the seventh realm...... This is an overwhelming suppression, Ning Yi was holding Pei Fu in front of him, and he was hugged by a shadow behind him, strangling his neck, and he could barely breathe.

He clutched the fine snow tightly, and the tip of his sword stabbed into the shadow's body, stabbing a dry bone without accident, and poking the tip of the sword away where it had fallen...... The distance was extremely close, Ning Yi could hear clearly, the shadow behind him was not breathing at all, and he was falling so fast, without any signs of breathing...... It's either a ghost cultivator, a dead man, or an unprecedentedly freak.

"Hell ......"

Ning Yi's consciousness began to blur.

He threw the snow backwards one by one, gouging through the bone fragments wrapped in the black mist.

Then the force gets smaller and smaller...... Smaller and smaller.

He didn't feel that he was falling, the cold wind blew on his cheeks, like a sharp knife, he hugged the girl with one hand, and the other hand was already a little weak, and let go of the fine snow.

Consciousness sinks...... The bone flute floated faintly, with a red rope, and stuck to Ning Yi's eyebrows.

In these days, there has never been a peaceful time in the sea of souls.

The canopy is torn.

Seawater backflow.

The giant trees are depleted.

The throne is shattered.

Scene after scene passed quickly and freezely, and Ning Yi heard an ethereal voice, which sounded in front of his forehead.

"Here they are......"

"They're coming......"

"It's coming!"

The last voice exploded on the young man's forehead like thunder, and the bone flute was stuck to Ning Yi, absorbing Xu Qingyan's forty-four drops of divinity in the Ganye Temple, and entering Ning Yi's eyebrows drop by drop.

The young man, who was originally confused and closed his eyes in resignation, suddenly opened his scarlet eyes, and his dry lips began to become rosy, looking dazed and confused.

The shadow behind him was a hoarse voice.

"You...... How come?"

The bone flute was whimpering, screaming, and the young man's eyebrows were constantly bursting with light, and in his dazed body, he could feel unprecedented stimulation and demand, and that desire pierced his heart...... Along with his desires, "Ning Yi" knew what he wanted to obtain, and under the instinctive drive, he stretched out a hand vigorously, grabbed the dry bones of the shadow, and bit it down.

Then there was a hoarse roar.

The dry bone was bitten by Ning Yi, clicked and swallowed straight into the stomach, the process of falling finally ended, the two people smashed heavily in the river, Ning Yi, who was red-eyed, had lost his mind, and gently pushed away the girl who was like a burdensome burden on his body, and pounced on the shadow, due to the huge impact, the three figures who fell into the river first fell, and then the speed slowly decreased.

The sound of the shadow's roar was drowned in the sound of water, in order to complete the task, it broke through the back realm before the ban on the back mountain, and it could completely crush the cultivator of this fourth realm, at this moment, it slapped Ning Yi's head, and under the slap, it didn't even break this human head, but its own intact bone palm was shattered inch by inch.

Ning Yi, who didn't feel the pain, took advantage of the situation, grabbed one of its forearms, and gnawed it when he opened his mouth, his mouth full of bone slag, like gluttony, and his eyes were scarlet and indifferent.

A miserable howl sounded at the bottom of the river, the shadow abandoned an arm, and quickly floated up, he had given up the idea of killing this young man, he just wanted to get out of here, desperately floated up, but Ning Yi, who was caught up, grabbed his calf again and tore it apart with a thud.

Ning Yi's face was expressionless, and he pulled the shadow back under the river.

The light burst at the bottom of the river, and the sound of the water mixed with the howl of pain opened in a muffled sound.