Mu Ran was puzzled, but soon understood the meaning of the words of the Daoist of the Valley, he secretly scolded despicable, hurriedly took out a Gathering Spirit Pill from the storage money bag, stuffed it into his mouth, endured the discomfort of his body, and used his last spiritual power to reach out to his Heavenly Spirit Gai.

Want to deprive him of his soul and refine the Nether Sail so that people can't find it?

Don't even think about it, even if he dies, he won't let himself become a slave of others.

"Want to die, it's not that easy!" said a wave of one hand.

"Click!"

Mu Ran raised her right arm and was suddenly unloaded by an invisible force, hanging weakly to the side.

Mu Ran's face was pale, the sweat on his forehead rolled down his sideburns like crystals and fell to the ground, he gritted his teeth, and raised his left arm again.

"Click!"

The left arm is removed in the same way as the right arm.

Mu Ran's heart was as cold as if she had fallen into an ice cellar at this moment.

With his pride, how can he tolerate himself becoming a puppet of others?

Since you can't choose to die normally, then your soul will be scattered and you will never be reborn!

A long series of incantations erupted from Mu Ran's red lips, turning into a golden stream of air that skewered into his body.

His body also flickered and darkened, blurred, and the aura poured out of his body one after another.

"Stinky boy, the bones are quite hard, but the way you die can only be decided by the old man. The Celestial Valley Road was so angry that he offered a string of silver collars with a small lock.

The silver collar emitted a dazzling silver light, rushing towards Mu Ran, who seemed to be about to disappear.

Mu Ran fell into chaos at this moment, only to feel that her head was buzzing, her body was getting lighter and lighter, and the looseness from head to toe dissipated.

At the same time, a silver collar was placed around his head and hung down his forehead, and the small silver lock was just against the center of his eyebrows.

Indifferently, his body was no longer transparent, and the dispersed aura returned to his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Bundle the spirit lock?" Mu Ran opened her eyes in disbelief, a pair of eyes full of hatred, and stared at the Daoist of the Horror Valley.

I didn't expect that the soul lock that had been missing for hundreds of years was actually on this old monster.

Then he .......

Broken!

Before Mu Ran could react, thousands of ghosts and demons had arrived in front of him.

"Senior brother, you see that's not ......!" Tianyi shouted in surprise.

At this moment, Xuan Ye and the others, who had fallen here, noticed the aura fluctuations here and groped their way.

"Whoosh!"

Before Tianyi finished speaking, the streamer in Xuan Ye's hand came out of his hand.

The remnants of the sword flowers in the sky flew like lightning towards thousands of ghosts and ghosts.

"Woo, quack......!"

All kinds of strange and terrifying sounds came from the group of evil ghosts that were pressed by the black, and they sounded hairy.

At the same time, Xuan Ye sacrificed a silver-white traceless brocade belt, one end of the brocade belt was grabbed by Xuan Ye, and the other end bypassed Mu Ran's waist, and Mu Ran flew towards Xuan Ye with the strength in Xuan Ye's hand.

"Someone from the Imperial Spirit Sect?"

The Daoist of the Horror Valley glanced at Xuan Ye and the others with a side face, his eyes shrank suddenly, and he pinched his fingers and took out a big knife with gray dead air all over his body, slashing towards the brocade ribbon floating in the air, and at the same time, his gray robe flicked, and a powerful aura swept towards Xuan Ye and the others.

"Huh!"

The quality of the brocade belt is not as good as that of the broadsword, and it was cut off by the merciless waist.

Xuan Ye and the others were also repelled a few steps by the aura emitted by the Daoist of the Horror Valley.

And the Streamer Sword, which was strangling the ghost next to Mu Ran, made a buzzing sound, and with a 'whoosh' sound, it returned to Xuan Ye's hand with a protective indifference.

"Bang!"

Mu Ran, who was taken off the ground by the brocade belt, fell from the air as the brocade brocade brocade broke.

Mu Ran landed on the ground and snorted, and before he could calm down for a moment, the hordes of ghosts and demons who had lost their balance came again.

Xuan Ye wanted to stop it again, but unfortunately it was too late, so he had to anxiously shout to the Daoist of the Terrifying Valley: "Senior, please be merciful to your subordinates!"

The Daoist of the Valley was determined to let Mu Ran die, how could he change his mind because of Xuan Ye's words.

The black shadow was sufficient, and it looked like it was about to devour the pale-faced Mu Ran.

At this moment, a golden light appeared out of thin air, casting a high wall of golden fishing nets crisscrossing in front of Mu Ran, blocking the way of the ghosts and ghosts.

"Amitabha! The old benefactor is too angry, and it is really not suitable to appear here!" As the words fell, a bald-headed monk slowly walked out from the right side of the three-way intersection as if he was stepping on the light of the Buddha.

"Infinite Sect?" the Daoist of the Valley looked stunned, and paused to pinch his fingers on his hand.

"I said stinky monk, you are really troublesome, you have to take care of the affairs of his Yuan Xuanzong just now, and now you have to take care of the affairs of his ethereal sect, I think you don't want to call it a return to worship, just call it a lot of things!"

Jinxi, dressed in a scarlet dress and skirt, gloated and walked out from behind the Gui Shrine, and several scarlet figures walked out one after another behind Jinxi.

"Hmph!" Geng Jingqiu, who walked out later, snorted coldly as if he was against Jinxi.

Jinxi turned his head angrily, glared at Geng Jingqiu and several Yuan Xuanzong disciples who followed behind, raised his willow eyebrows provocatively, and said, "Why, you claim to be 'powerless', and Yuan Xuanzong, who is symbolized by his ugly face, has an opinion?"

Yuan Xuanzong mostly cultivated swords, and recruited disciples regardless of appearance, age, or birth...... , as long as the bone qualification is suitable for sword training.

Therefore, although the appearance of the disciples inside is not ugly, it is slightly inferior compared to other sects.

"You, shameless!" Geng Jingqiu's face was like a pig's liver, and he was ashamed and annoyed to prepare to sacrifice the magic weapon, and he was bound to fight to the death with Jinxi.

He was embarrassed not because Jinxi was laughing at his looks, but because of her implicit 'powerlessness'.

The origin of this sentence is just because a new outer disciple of his Yuan Xuanzong was not very confused by the demon girl of the Hehuan Sect, and he gave Yuan Yang too quickly in a moment of confusion.

As soon as this matter spread, the more it spread, the more excessive, and their sect was given this trumped-up insult.

"Senior Brother Geng!"

Several disciples of Yuan Xuanzong hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the enraged Geng Jingqiu very well with current affairs.

"Vulgar and ugly!"

A disdainful voice fell, and then several white figures as if they were stepping on the Nine Heavens Xuanyue walked out.

They are all captivating, everyone is beautiful, and everyone seems to have a clean breath that is not stained by mud and clear ripples but not demons.

"Am I vulgar and ugly?" Jin Xi looked at the boss, his eyes widened, he stretched out his finger and pointed at himself, then sneered, and retorted: "Vulgar and ugly is better than pretentious and pretentious." Some people are obviously debauched and lewd in their bones, but on the surface, they still have to pretend to be pretending to be like they don't eat the fireworks of the world, which is really ridiculous!"

"You.... ”

Jinxi's words fell, and someone jumped out in anger.