Song Xihai, a young man from the Dark Dolphin Clan who had recovered from his shock, immediately complained to Yan Lingmiao: "Senior sister, you are confused! Now that you've saved him, how can we explain to the Spirit Race powerhouse? Yan Lingmiao retorted: "Are you so timid and afraid?" He was seriously injured and dying that day, how could I not save him when he died. Besides, when I see that his face is pure and good, he does not look like a wicked man, I cannot stand idly by. Song Xihai said: "How do you know that he is not a wicked person, even if he is not a wicked person, now the elders of the Spirit Clan are asking the patriarch for someone in the Xuanyin Palace, if you don't hand over the person as soon as possible, the Dark Dolphin Clan will be wiped out! No, I can't let you be wrong again." As he spoke, he rushed forward and caught the impotence on the spot.

Yan Lingmiao was also provoked, rushed forward to block in front of Yang Inferior, and said loudly, "I will bear it with all my strength if something happens, and I will save him today." ”

"How can you bear it, this is related to the safety of the entire dark dolphin clan, can you bear it?" He saw that Yan Lingmiao still refused, so he said: "Since you are so stubborn, then it is no wonder that I am not good." As he spoke, a willow-leaf-shaped scimitar appeared out of thin air in his hand, and the strange lines of the blade bent out of a soul-taking arc in the cold light, and the blade shook slightly like the scythe of the god of death who had just harvested his soul and let out an evil laugh. Song Xihai's furious soul power instantly poured on this scimitar, and the scimitar rose against the storm, like a spirit snake that had just escaped from a hole and suddenly turned into an evil reverse dragon. The blade was wrapped in vast soul power and slashed down, and the surrounding air scattered and fled as if overwhelmed. This Song Xihai's Death Scythe Blade really lives up to its reputation, and it is not much better than the Soul Breaking Demon Snake Sword.

However, Yan Lingmiao was not flustered, and avoided this fatal knife with a side flash, but the wind brought by the blade still made her skin faintly painful. She casually pulled out a long whip like a spiritual snake, and the seemingly bewitching whip body was actually surrounded by dense soul power. The long whip bent out zigzag lines in the air, and when Song Xihai was around, the originally slender whip tail suddenly swelled several times, like a long leech entrenched in the long whip sucking up the blood of the long whip, and smashed straight towards the door of Song Xihai.

Hearing only a bang, the long whip in Yan Lingmiao's hand was shocked and flew away. The Grim Reaper's Scythe Blade hovered in the void like a shield, impartially blocking the blow that went straight to the front door.

After fighting for a while, Song Xihai, who had relatively strong soul power, took the initiative. The Death Scythe Blade, which was not agile enough and more than strong, almost hit Yan Lingmiao, who dodged left and right, several times. And Yan Lingmiao also knew that this time was even more difficult to parry.

At one point, she swung her long whip forward, but she took a few steps back, shouting at the impotence standing behind her, who was in a hurry because she couldn't intervene: "Run!

Yang Inferior looked at Yan Lingmiao, who had only one side in front of him but was desperately trying to protect himself, and couldn't help but feel a sour nose, he resisted the urge to cry, and his voice became a little hoarse due to trembling: "Thank you for your kindness, Miss Yan, I have written down this kind of kindness, if I can escape from Ascension to Heaven today, I will definitely repay it even if I am broken in the future!"

How many setbacks and ups and downs do people have to go through in this life to become calm and no longer easily shed tears. But some people are not prone to tears, pain and excitement, sadness and heartbreak are always just a gentle breeze, and a moment will not make the calm lake sparkle. Even if some people have white heads, they will cry like a child because of fluctuating moods, sensitive words, or miserable circumstances, perhaps this is the so-called temperamental person.

Yang Inferior turned around and made a move to dominate the clouds, his legs were violently forced, and the whole person crossed the sky above the main hall like an arrow from the string, and when he reached a certain height, he rolled in the air, and then his front body fell straight to the ground, and slammed into the door of soul power that had just been opened. And when Yang Inferior struggled to cross the door of soul power, the ordinary and inconspicuous stone on the shrine in the corner of the temple gate moved as if it was endowed with spirituality. The next moment, it actually levitated slightly, shook a little, as if moving its perennial inactive body, turned into a gray lightning, but silently burrowed into the Qiankun bag that Yang Inferior carried with him. It was all like an illusion, as if it had never happened.

When Yang Inferior passed through the dark gray door of the hall made of soul power, and followed the dark and silent underwater cavern to a place not far from the sea, the dazzling sunlight made him slightly uncomfortable. He couldn't help but gasp when he slowly opened his stinging eyes and suddenly saw an isolated island in the sea not far from him. I saw that there were more than a dozen spiritual powerhouses with third-stage or even fourth-stage spiritual power standing on the floating island. Yang Inferior once again sadly felt as if he was the trapped beast that could never get out of the cage.