Yang Xian took a few steps forward and came to the front of the green ghost.

Jing Bei'er leaned down, recuperating, and a ridiculous scene was reflected in her pupils. The old man of the Protoss, who had cultivated to a high level, faced a young man with a low cultivation, and every time the young man took a step, he took several steps back, not at all showing the bravery of the fight with her just now.

"The soul is important, and the monks in the world are more protective and nourishing, and they don't dare to damage it in the slightest, only the demon clan is an outlier. The demon clan strengthens the soul and uses it to defend it, but this is also their biggest weakness. ”

Yang Xian kicked the ground with one leg, and the body of the green ghost who was bound by the immortal rope couldn't stop trembling. It can be seen with the naked eye that the soul of the green ghost is uncontrollably detached from the body.

The soul of the green ghost wanted to run, but after leaving the body, he didn't go far, and his breath was dying and languishing. The bodies of the three of them, as if there was gravity, were sucked into a small bead in Yang Xian's hand.

"Soul Lock Orb!"

The old man of the Protoss was horrified in his heart, and his expression of fear could no longer be expressed in words. And when the black snake demon saw the green ghost end up like this, he was even more frightened and inexplicable, and wanted to break free, but he was nailed by the dragon pecking cone and couldn't move.

"Who are you? What is the relationship with Yuan Shoucheng? ”

The old man of the Protoss could not forget the peerless demeanor and supreme means of that monk and the head of the Chengtian Dao Sect back then. These were deeply imprinted in his heart, imprinted with a burning imprint. It's just that so many years have passed, and time has erased most of the traces in the heart of this old man of the Protoss. Only this fear has never been forgotten.

Yang Xian raised his hand, put down the soul lock bead attached to his belt as a decoration, and smiled.

"Guess!"

Jing Bei'er's gaze, the young man walked past her gently, ignoring her appearance at all. Jing Bottler bit her lip and sped up the suppression of the toxins in her body.

A black soul came out of the snake demon's body. This black snake demon has been successfully cultivated, and the posture of that soul has become the shape of a dragon. After Yang Xian put it into the Soul Lock Bead, he pulled out the blood-stained dragon cone.

The corpses of the two great demons fell to the cold ground, lifeless, exuding a penetrating chill.

Yang Xian's gaze was very light, just a glance. The old man of the Protoss felt extremely pressured, couldn't help himself, and swallowed his saliva.

The old man of the Protoss was not afraid of death, but the methods of the young man in front of him were even more terrifying than letting those two big demons die.

You can't survive, you can't die. Eternal life and eternity, slavery and instrumentality. Until the consciousness dies and the soul is scattered.

This is the method used by these Zhou monks to deal with the demon clan! And the young man in front of him has obviously mastered the essence of the book.

"Yuan Shoucheng is dead. He sat down and scattered, and in the past thirty years, there has been almost no trace. Except for ......."

Speaking of this, the old man of the Protoss seemed to have thought of something. Yuan Shoucheng was scattered under the seat, whether he was dead or alive, no one knew. But in today's world, only Yang Xian, the prime minister of Shu, has gathered three of the eight truths.

Ye Dongyang, Wang Yaoxian and Tang Dafu!

"You are Yang Xian's person!"

The situation was developing in the direction that the old man of the Protoss least wanted to see. Even if this Xuanzhu is in Huan Wu's hands, it is better than being in his hands.

"How is it, isn't it?"

In the old man's complicated gaze, Yang Xian wiped the blood stains on the dragon peck cone, reinserted it into the bun, and fixed the somewhat scattered hairstyle.

Yang Xian was dressed in rags, and his cultivation was low. But in front of this old man of the Protoss, his posture was casual, as if he was looking at a stone.

The more Yang Xian was like this, the more panicked the old man of the God Clan became. He had even lost the courage to continue confronting Yang Xian, but the strange lines on his thin body were shining.

The light was blazing, and the fear on the face of the old man of the Protoss suddenly dissipated, and the spirit qi on his body was surging, and his eyes showed a fierce color, and he rushed towards Yang Xian.

"Do you have the power of the God Emperor in your body?"

Yang Xian was motionless, and the old man's palm swept away, but he encountered a thin layer of rainbow light.

"Six Bronze Arrays?"

The old man's words became accented, as if something was about to gush out of his body.

The old man strengthened his palm power, wanting to break through the protection of the six bronze arrays, but saw that in this rainbow light, a pale dark light burst out.

This dark light penetrates through the rainbow light, penetrates the heart of the old man, destroys the soul and extinguishes the vitality.

"Heartbreaker!"

A mouthful of blue blood spat out of the old man's mouth, and the majestic power dissipated in an instant. The old man knelt weakly in front of Yang Xian, his face full of sorrow.

"With so many magic weapons, it is impossible for a pawn who is not familiar with cultivation. You are Yang ......."

In a flash of inspiration, before the old man finished speaking, his eyes became dim and fell to the ground completely.

Yang Xian looked at Jing Bottle, who was still recuperating on the side, and slowly walked over.

Jing Bei'er opened her eyes and looked at Yang Xian, who was approaching step by step, her face was still calm.

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. I can make a deal with you, though. I can cure the poison from you, but in exchange, this Xuanzhu is mine. Also, you must not say a word about what is happening today. ”

Jing Bottler laughed, and there was no wavering in her words.

"As a person from Shu, shouldn't you kill me? If I die here, Huan Wu will be accused of poor protection, and there will be no way to talk about the reconciliation of the Yanliang family. ”

Looking at the woman's face, Yang Xian followed the words and said, "Yes! If I were Yang Xian's person, wouldn't it be better to kill you, and why should I save you? ”

The playful tone completely angered Jing Bottle, she looked at Yang Xian and yelled.

"Yang Zizhan, what do you want to do if you are pretending?"

What the old man of the Protoss thought of in the end was exactly what Jing Bei'er had already guessed. But Yang Xian just smiled, neither admitting nor refuting.

"This bat demon is very insidious. You are a woman, and you have been poisoned by this kind of poison, what is there to hold onto? I have an elixir here that can cure the poison in your body. ”

Yang Xian's hand holding the pill stretched out, but Jing Bottler grabbed it and crushed the pill in his hand.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't owe you a favor, let alone a favor."

After Jing Bei'er finished speaking, she fell into Yang Xian's arms and bit him on the shoulder.

Blood was dripping, and blood poison entered Yang Xian's body along the wound.

"Are you crazy?"

Yang Xian pushed Jing Bottler away, but saw that her face was already full of red tides and her breath was disordered. Her face, which was originally beautiful, now flashed with a maniacal smile, and the light in her eyes was dark and gloomy.

"Now that you've been poisoned by that bat demon, I want to see who asks whom?"

Jing Ping'er held on to her breath, her body swaying, like a beast that suppressed its desire to hunt.

The spring breeze rose outside the cave, and the wind shook the rain overnight. Suddenly and suddenly, flying flowers fell all over the ground.