All the monks who have reached the late stage of immortal fat, every step is like turning over the mountains.

Especially Luo, who is not a loose cultivator of the Seven Great Sects, is in the increasingly thin and dangerous Spirit Ruins Realm, and every step he takes requires a great price.

But there is one person, she is in the Immortal Mountain Temple, where the aura is rich and the birds are jubilant, but she has no intention of cultivating, and for ten days in a row, she just used a knife to carve on a wooden plaque.

Don't underestimate this wooden card, it is the old root of the thousand-year-old blood tree, such a small wooden card, in the Lingxu market, can be sold for 10,000 Lingbei.

She carved quietly, wooden signs, shading, lace, every knife, every seam, all delicate, sleek, striving for perfection.

However, the wooden plaque slowly took on the shape of the tablet.

She came to a larger hall, and the green silk had turned gray.

"Master, I have thought about it, tomorrow I will enter the Soul Refining Infinite Prison, whether it is life or death, the disciple has no regrets, I just want to ask the master for one thing. ”

Qin Lin, as the elder of Zhong Lingzong's Fa study, has been reading countless people for thousands of years, but like her foolish disciple, she is gray and gray overnight, and her eyes have changed from purple to red, and she thinks she doesn't.

"You say. ”

"If the apprentice still can't get out of the Soul Refining Prison after a hundred years, then please ask the master to use this tablet to make a clothed mound for the disciple, if he day, if he day, if he sees Ji Luo's corpse, please also ask the master, the master will let him be buried with me in the same ......"

Fei Yin had long been unable to cry, and she was intermittent before she finished speaking.

She raised her hands above her head and knelt on the ground, looking at her master with tears in her eyes.

"Silly, silly......"

Qin Lin Zhenren scolded at first, and finally couldn't bear to speak again, and after a long time, she nodded silently.

"Thistle, what you owe me, I will pay it back in the next life, I owe you, I want to repay you in this life. ”

When Fei Yin threw herself into the Soul Refining Infinite Prison, this was the only thought in her heart.

Where is the Soul Cultivation Prison?

Zhong Lingzong's ancient place of death row prisoners.

Legend has it that at the beginning of the establishment of Zhong Lingzong, there were often disagreements between the various mountains, fighting methods and wits, and the place of death row prisoners was to imprison those who disturbed the order of Zhong Lingzong.

Later, when the situation stabilized and the Law Enforcement Hall was established, the Wuji Prison was gradually abandoned.

Then, Wuji Hell was used by several elders of the Immortal Bone Period for soul training, and what was left in it was the corpses of various fierce beasts, remnant souls, and the essence of the immortal law of the Immortal Bone Period, which was the edge of life and death, and also a holy place to temper and break through in the extreme zone.

But legend has it that in the past 10,000 years, none of the people who have entered the immortal fat period have been able to come out.

And once it can come out of it, it must have achieved the cultivation of the Immortal Bone Stage.

The death of Frost Gongzi was brought back to the sect by Tian Geng, and since Fei Yin knew about it, her heart was cold.

He knew that Thistle was walking farther and farther, and he wanted to pull him back, but he couldn't even touch his shadow.

Even the frost bow was killed by him, did he have to get away from him step by step?

Fei Yin finally decided to enter the Soul Refining Infinite Prison......

And at the other end of the Spirit Ruins Realm, in the southwest corner of the Puyi Sect, there were two groups of people facing each other.

Ai Trolling and Easy Zhang, led the Zhongtian Sect with 4,000 people, and Saemon, with 2,500 people, gave an order, the wild sand danced, and the sound of killing shook the sky!

Saemon, as a subordinate sect of the Puyi Sect, pays tribute to the elixir once every ten years, and when they learned that the bastards of the Zhongtian Sect were attacking, they knew that they were not opponents, so they had already sent people to the Puyi Sect for help.

Therefore, the two thousand five hundred monks are stubbornly carrying the love and easy to open them.

They thought that as soon as the masters of the Puyi Sect arrived, any Zhongtian Sect would be wiped out in an instant!

The killing lasted for a day and a night, and the advantages of the four thousand men led by Ai Yi and Yi Zhang gradually appeared.

They have already experienced a hundred battles, as long as they break this miscellaneous sect, they will be able to obtain a large number of elixirs, re-refining, and according to the ancient three thousand directions they have mastered, their cultivation can rise properly.

Their bravery is like a wolf, and on the Saemon side, the more they fight, the more weak they become, and they frequently turn back, muttering in their hearts.

Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?

Two thousand and five centaurs, gradually becoming one thousand and five, and hundreds more, their hearts are on the verge of collapse, and they have no intention of fighting, thinking about escaping for their lives.

"Door Master, they're here!"

"It's coming! The people of the leader of the Puyi Great Alliance are here!"

I don't know who exclaimed, surprised by the sound of a thousand layers.

The people of Saemon seemed to be beaten one by one, and their fighting spirit was suddenly high.

It's coming, but it's coming, but there are less than ten people here, with fluttering clothes and swords hanging in the air, overlooking the entire battlefield, as if adults are watching children play.

Ai Trolling and Easy Zhang were taken aback.

It doesn't matter how many people come from the Puyi Sect, the most important thing is who they are?

They retreated a few steps in succession, and when they looked up, their divine consciousness swept towards the people of the Puyi Sect.

What?

The highest cultivation that came was the three rings of immortal fat.

A little man with a dull head and a boxy body.

Immortal fat tricyclo?

It's easy to clean him up, and you don't need to drag him out at all.

Universalism?

How can you be so arrogant, just throwing a dead rat yourself, you can scare a group of people?

Easy Zhang and Ai Yi were completely speechless.

"Listen to the people of the Zhongtian Sect, you surrender quickly, otherwise you will regret it later!"

The square man shouted at them.

At this time, the master of Saemon muttered in his heart and asked the disciple who went to move the rescuers.

"Why did you only invite him here, just the three rings of the immortal fat period, how to save me Saemon?"

You must know that his cultivation is the five rings of immortal fat, which is higher than this kid.

"The people of the Puyi Sect said that he could come, he, he had a secret weapon!"

The disciples who moved the rescue soldiers were spitting.

Indeed, he wanted to go to the Puyi Sect to move the rescue troops, but the people of the Puyi Sect didn't let him see the elders.

Just heard a word from the elder, just call a disciple to go.

One Immortal Fat Stage disciple, and a few Immortal Crystal Stage disciples, this is the salvation of the Puyi Sect, according to the words of the elders.

It's enough to give more, it's enough to give one, and the rest is purely a support scene.

Seeing that the disciple's face was embarrassed, the sect master didn't ask anything anymore.

"Boy, dare to come down and fight me!"

It's easy to be unconvinced, and you'll fight with the "big hat" of Puyijiao, let's do it with real knives and guns.

"A gentleman can listen without saying a word, and he can not move his words, how can I fight with you as a disciple of the Puyi Sect?"

A square person, this can make it easy to be angry.

He had never seen such a shameless person.

"Okay, you don't move, let Lao Tzu clean you up!"

It is easy to fly into the air suddenly.

He panicked!

The people of the Catholic Church panicked.

He was incoherent in panic, but he finally pulled out his secret weapon.

"Don't move, listen to me, the leader of your Puyi Sect, Ji Luo, has been killed, and he was slapped to death by the master of the Immortal Bone Stage of Jinghongmen!"