The roar of the Golden Seal made Motoo panic a little.

He suddenly realized that his situation did not seem to be good. And he vaguely felt that he and Nie Qiong had been calculated, and with the constraints of Qiao Yetong in the same realm, Nie Qiong would not be able to come back for a while. Then, the other Soul Condensing Realm powerhouse mentioned by Qiao Yetong may really exist, and it is very likely to be the one that the tiger called for help!

Yuan Wei had no time to analyze what kind of people Qiao Yetong had united to deal with the Nie family and himself, but he was sure that they had only one goal, and that was to obtain the Colorful Spirit Pagoda from his own hands.

The Colorful Spirit Pagoda can't be lost! At least not from his Yuanwei's hands. Otherwise, he would not be able to settle down in the Nie family and in Yanjun City!

Motowei became manic, and he once again condensed a few dragon shadows to wrap around the tiger, and the dragon shadows were tightly entangled, trying to force the tiger to spit out the spirit tower.

Who knew that the tiger's body was originally a spiritual weapon, not a flesh and blood body, so it was very strong and had no pain, if you wanted to subdue it, there was only one way, and that was to extract its soul from the spirit weapon and scatter it!

But whether it was Yuanwei or Nie Teng, they didn't reach that realm!

"A bunch of ignorant juniors, what can you do to me! You just wait here to die...", perhaps seeing the embarrassment of Motowei, he was taunted by the fierce tiger wrapped like a dragon shadow dumpling.

"Shut up!" Mototail danced, and a dragon shadow swooped into the tiger's open mouth.

Yuanwei's dragon transformation technique is rough and arrogant, and after ten years of cultivation, it has reached a very terrifying realm. The dragon shadow rushed into the mouth of the tiger, where can the tiger stand it!

"Ahem, ahem, little lame, I'm going to catch you, whip your soul and torture it slowly!" the tiger cursed.

Where was Motowei still afraid of his threat, and an even thicker dragon shadow pounced into the tiger's mouth.

Nie Teng was a Bone Refining Realm Immortal Cultivator after all, and he was more knowledgeable than Yuan Wei, and at this time he had gradually calmed down, "Little Tail, this spiritual weapon is estimated to have been forged by a Soul Condensing Realm Immortal Cultivator, and it also hides a trace of that person's soul. If you want to disperse the soul and get it back, there may be a way to do it..."

"Uncle Thirteen, what is the best way? Say it quickly, I'm in a hurry!" Nie Youlan on the side stomped her little foot and urged.

"That soul is only a trace of quantity after all, if you continue to infuse spiritual power into the tiger's mouth, he should explode and die!"

Nie Teng was also inspired by Yuan Wei, so he thought of a solution that didn't work.

Yuanwei's heart moved, yes, since I can't extract that soul from the spirit weapon, I can squeeze it to death in the spirit weapon! He immediately mobilized the spiritual power of his whole body, and the cyan dragon shadow stretched endlessly, continuously stuffing into the tiger's mouth.

However, the realm of the Yuan Tail was still too low after all, and although the cyan dragon shadow was domineering, it still couldn't have any effect on that soul, even though it was just someone's soul.

After a stick of incense, Yuanwei's physical and spiritual strength was reduced by a small half, but the tiger calmed down, and opened his mouth wide to let Yuanwei toss.

The tiger's indifference stung Yuanwei's pride, he crossed his heart, held the snake staff with both hands and roared, the tail end of the snake staff was deeply inserted into the ground for more than a foot, and then, his huge divine sense covered the entire Yanjun City like a big net covering the sky!

The immortal cultivators of Yan County City were surprised to find that the originally calm aura around them seemed to be summoned by some kind of summoning, quickly stirring to form a stream of air, if someone looked down at Yan County City at this time, they would definitely see that all the air currents were divided into two huge aura hurricanes, one rotating in front of the other and one in reverse, forming a huge aura vortex! And the center of that vortex was the county guard's mansion!

The huge spiritual air flow converged, and in an instant, the condensation turned into fog and the fog turned into clouds, and the thick clouds covered the sky and the sun, pressing towards the county guard's mansion!

Nie Teng and the others felt something strange, they looked up at the sky, and felt a terrifying power from the clouds that were approaching step by step!

"Little lame, don't come nonsense—" The tiger was no longer silent, and he shouted with a little trembling.

"Shut up for me!" Motowei raised his head suddenly, those dark clouds fell from the sky and pounced on Motoo, and his whole person seemed to be real and ethereal in the clouds!

"Transform into a dragon!" Motowei chanted, and the clouds and mist quickly dissipated, which was forcibly devoured by him. At the top of his pitch-black snake staff, a dark cyan dragon shadow the thickness of an arm was condensed, it was a real four-clawed flying dragon! not an illusory shadow! This was also the aura of a city!

The green dragon hung around the top of the snake staff, like a child with an unopened mind. But from the green dragon's body, Nie Teng felt a strong threat. He involuntarily took a few steps back.

"Go!" Motowei pulled out the snake staff and pointed at the tiger, and the green dragon did not hesitate and went straight to the tiger's mouth!

The tiger struggled in vain, and the aura of that city suddenly erupted in his abdomen, and the heavens and the earth shook with a "bang", even though he was the body of a five-grade spiritual weapon, it was still powerless like an inflated pig urine, and it bulged into a ball the size of a water tank, without its original shape.

"Dead lame!" the struck tiger lamented, the last words left by the nameless soul.

At this time, the aura of Yanjun City was lacking, and the air was full of cold and gloomy smell, and many immortal cultivators looked at each other and couldn't help but shiver!

As the soul dissipated, the golden five-grade spirit weapon gradually returned to its original size, but it had a different appearance: the tiger-like seal on the top of Fang Fang's seal body was gone, and it was replaced by a palm-sized ball with an open mouth, which looked more like a jar that had taken shape!

The Colorful Spirit Pagoda fell from the mouth of the jar with a click, and there was no damage at all!

Yuan Wei didn't care about his own weakness, he picked up the spirit tower and put it into his five-grade Qiankun bag, and then handed it to Nie Youlan along with the Qiankun bag and said: "Sister Youlan, you have saved this spirit tower, although the tiger is gone, I am afraid that the roar just now will attract someone over..."

Yuanwei's five-grade Qiankun bag contains tens of thousands of Yandi Pills that he collected in the alchemy room, as well as tens of thousands of spirit stones, plus the Colorful Spirit Pagoda, which can be said to be Yuanwei's most valuable wealth. But he gave it all to Nie Youlan, because he wasn't sure that he would be able to withstand the danger behind.

"Little tail is not afraid, the county guard has made such a big commotion, grandpa will definitely rush over in a while. Besides, there is still a thirteenth uncle here..."Nie Youlan took the Qiankun bag and comforted Yuanwei.

Before Yuan Wei could explain again, a long howl was heard in the distance, and that whistle contained the majesty of the Soul Condensing Realm, and that whistle was not Nie Qiong's!

Using the aura of a city to condense a green dragon made Yuanwei a little prostration, and the rapid conversion from aura to spiritual power made his spiritual veins almost shattered, and at this time he was shaky and had no power to fight again!

But with his extraordinary divine sense, Yuan Wei clearly discovered that the one who was approaching Yanjun City with a long roar was an old acquaintance, he was one of the elders of Yanjun City at the beginning, He Qing, who took refuge in Haoyang Hunter in the disaster of Haoyang!

He Qingyuan was the sect master of the Wulu Sect, a cultivator in the middle of the Soul Condensation Realm, and he had served as an elder in Yanjun City for more than a hundred years, and he took refuge in the Haoyang Hunter in order to steal his life in the Haoyang disaster. When the Haoyang hunters attacked the city, He Qing discovered the mysterious jade slip that Wanhe sent Zhu Zizai to protect the foundation of Yan County and reported it to the Haoyang hunters, and the Haoyang hunters sent He Qing to lead people to intercept it, but he didn't expect that the inconspicuous Zhu Zizai was also a cultivator of the Soul Condensation Realm! Although He Qing finally strangled Zhu Zizai with the advantage of the realm, he was also seriously injured and took refuge.

After the disaster in Haoyang, He Qing has been hiding in the secret underground palace of Wulu Sect to cultivate and recuperate. Due to his serious injuries, and because of the secret arrangements of the Haoyang hunters, He Qing did not follow the Haoyang hunters to leave Yanjun City, but lurked. Although the Wulu Sect had been broken and enslaved by the Haoyang Hunters, no one would doubt that He Qing of the Soul Condensing Realm would collude with the Haoyang Hunters, except for Yuanwei!

It is also with the power left by the Haoyang hunters that the strength of the Wulu Sect after the disaster has risen instead of falling, and it is inextricably linked with the royal family of the Qishan Empire!

Although he had only met once, Geno was deeply impressed by He Qing, especially his weapon was a giant drum, which used invisible sound waves to attack the enemy, which made Genwei remember it vividly.

Before he had time to explain anything, the Yuanwei Snake Staff waved, and a protective dome appeared above Yanjun City. However, the aura of Yanjun City had just been devoured by Yuanwei, and it would take a few days to return to its original state. Without the support of sufficient aura, the protective dome was as fragile as a bubble, and it did not play a role in blocking it at all!

Motoo didn't give up, he gritted his teeth and once again condensed a protective dome in the sky above the county guard's mansion. He Qing stepped on a huge drum, he stomped his foot lightly, and with a loud bang, a sound wave attacked the dome, and the pale cyan dome flickered a few times and finally dissipated into nothingness!

"Hahaha, little cripple, who else can save you now!" He Qing, who had already broken through the Seven Weeks of Soul Condensation, waved his big hand, and Yuan Wei was caught by him! This is the gap between the Soul Condensing Realm and the Spirit Gathering Realm! No matter what kind of exercises Yuan Wei cultivates, it is unmatchable after all!

"He Qing, let him go!" A broken cry came from afar, and two figures blinked like lightning, it was Nie Qiong and Qiao Yetong.