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"My lord, do you want to go down and take that guy back for interrogation?" the guard in silver armor asked tentatively. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"No need!" the young man on the throne shook his head and said, an existence like the Rakshasa Demon Monarch's external incarnation was no different from an ant in his eyes, and although he was a little curious, he would not make a big deal about an ant.

"It depends on the situation, that guy in Jiuluo is already invincible, and the things that this seat promised his previous master have been done, and there is no need to worry about him for these trivial matters now. The young man slowly closed his eyes again, and began to fall into deep thought, if it were not for the rhythmic tapping of the fingers of his right hand on the armrest, others would have thought that he had fallen into a deep sleep.

Seeing this, the guard in silver armor took a few steps back, and the whole person disappeared in the shadows again, as if it had never appeared.

"Alas, when will I be freed, if I can still see Haotian Immortal Venerable, how nice it would be! Immortal Venerable, where are you now?" The young man's voice echoed in this empty cave.

There seemed to be no other sound in the cave except for the young man's voice, and even the guard in the silver armor just now did not make any sound in response, as if he was accustomed to what the young man said.

After the young man sighed, he fell into silence, and even his figure quickly became nothing, as if it merged into the world.

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The immortal soul located in the center of Han Long's sea of knowledge, his eyes were closed at this time, his body was suspended in mid-air, his right hand pinched a strange magic trick, and his left hand was spread flat on his chest, and his figure was still blurry, looming, between the illusory and the real.

Suddenly, his eyelids moved involuntarily, and then, Han Long's immortal soul slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, "It's strange, why is there an inexplicable throbbing all of a sudden?" Could it be my delusion?"

Han Long's immortal soul just wanted to pinch his fingers, but he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly, his current strength is different from before, but there is a difference between the heavens and the abyss, not to mention the insight into the heavens, and even deducing himself, he can't do it.

In the past, the first Luo Jin Immortal in the immortal world, who was arrogant and arrogant, commanding the wind and clouds, and extremely powerful, and the strongest person in the Haotian lineage, had long since disappeared, and he had long lost the ability to turn his hands into clouds and cover his hands for rain in his heyday, and everything was under control.

Han Long's immortal soul quickly closed his eyes in self-deprecation, now he can only recover his strength as soon as possible is the best policy, and other things that have nothing to do with this can be ignored.

In an unnamed woodland in the Demon Soul Abyss, three people dressed in green clothes, each holding a sharp blade that emitted black light.

The aura on their bodies was hidden, and their bodies were tightly hidden in the dense branches, and their eyes were looking around, but their eyes soon all stayed in a place not far away.

It was a big tree about five people hugging thick, a sword hilt that seemed to be gold-coated jade was deeply inserted into the body of the tree, with the hilt as the center, many strip-like protrusions like tendons, spreading out to the surroundings, a strong vitality, emanating from the hilt of the sword, the vitality was so thick that even the three green-shirted monks felt it.

The three of them stayed quietly in place, not moving, as if they had stopped breathing enough, their eyes staring directly at the hilt of the golden jade sword, their eyes revealing irrepressible excitement and desire, as well as the strong greed.

It's just that the three of them are very cautious and are not willing to act rashly.

The three of them are casual cultivators, and they have no teachers, and this time they specially entered the Demon Soul Abyss for those rumored treasures.

If they had enough resources, they would be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort when they cultivated. If it weren't for that, how could they risk their lives to enter this murderous place?

An hour later, the three of them glanced at each other, and they all saw that there was some impatience in each other's eyes, and one of the monks, who had a black mole at the corner of his mouth, opened his mouth wide to speak, but did not make the slightest sound.

The other two monks, however, suddenly leapt from the thick foliage and pounced on the hilt of the golden sword.

Both of them were very fast, and their figures appeared next to the hilts of their swords almost at the same time.

The closer they got to the hilt of the sword, the more intense the vitality they could feel, as if it was not a hilt in front of them, but a fountain of vitality, and the vitality was so rich that it seemed like a substance, giving people the feeling of wanting to cheer to their heart's content.

When one of them stretched out his right hand and tried to pull out the hilt of the sword.

It is not difficult to imagine that the blade that sank into the body of the tree is definitely not ordinary.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Those tendon-like protrusions, as if channeled, were thrown out of the tip like a long whip.

Before the two monks could react, the tips of those strip-like protrusions instantly pierced into the bodies of the two monks, and they kept squirming, and the two of them didn't even have time to scream, and in the blink of an eye, they became an empty skin.

This startled the third monk into the air, and without saying a word, he jumped into the air, obviously wanting to leave this place as soon as possible.

Before he could fly into the air, a green line suddenly shot from a strange direction, extremely fast, almost before he could get up, and stabbed him into the neck fiercely.

His expression was still the same as the frightened look of the previous moment, and the blood several feet high instantly spurted out, and his big head fell straight to his back.

"Who is this guy? Why is his back so familiar?"

That was the last thought that came to the mind of the third monk, and then his eyes went black and he lost consciousness completely.

As soon as his body fell to the ground, black stripes as thick as index fingers rose from the ground and scrambled to insert into the body of the third monk, and soon all that was left of the ground was a human skin and a green robe.

"Boom, yes, yes, fresh flesh and raw baby, I haven't tasted it for a long time, it's really a nostalgic taste!" a mysterious voice came from the five-person thick tree.

At the same time, a lazy voice also came from underground, "Brother Green Charm, this time it's not fair, you enjoyed two, and I only killed one, next time you have to let me have a good time!"

"Old Black, be content, don't you?" said the mysterious voice on the tree again.

This time, the lazy voice didn't refute anymore and seemed to agree with the other party's words.

The Demon Soul Abyss has both opportunities and dangers. If you are not careful, you are walking on thin ice, and you are afraid that if you make a mistake, you will lose everything and die.

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To be continued.

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