Hatred and anger brought Motoo a deep despair, he didn't know if he could snatch back the soul of the feather kite, he didn't even know that he could get rid of the control of this soul rejuvenation pill. Heavens

Despair is like ice, and an endless stream of chills are bred in the soul of the Yuanwei.

The cold aura from the soul froze the heavens and the earth, and also froze the motoo, and what Motowei thought in his heart, what his divine consciousness felt, and his body was filled with only cold hatred and anger.

In this coldness, the arrogance and arrogance of Xuanmo 20,000 years ago and the innocence and kindness of Motowei 20,000 years later began to blur, and a new soul began to be conceived, grown, and powerful. In the soul of Motowei, there is no longer entanglement or confusion, there is only hatred and anger, and he wants revenge!

The restless and unpredictable Ying Long Soul has what it should be, and the soul of the Yuan Tail has been determined! He is no longer in the past life or this life, but a new Yuan Tail, an unyielding Yuan Tail who is tortured and destroyed by reality.

The medicinal power in the Soul Rejuvenating Pill found an outlet, urging Ying Long's soul shadow to skyrocket again and again in the manic hiss, and the chaotic spiritual power was finally able to break through the Yuanwei Spiritual Vein like a bamboo, and the Yuanwei broke through the Soul Condensation Realm for three weeks!

I don't know how long it took, the struggling Ying Long soul shadow suddenly disappeared into Yuanwei's body, and the kneeling Yuanwei raised his head, and his body was once again dominated by his own soul.

Motoo slowly stood up from the ice, and the ice, which was harder than steel and stone walls, was like a breeze like soft water around Motoo, and it would not restrict his every move in the slightest.

"Ning Lu! Candle Yin Hunter!"

Yuan Wei read word by word, and every word brought out a chill to the bone......

The ruins of Bitter Shade City have rarely seen immortal cultivators, and the huge sinkhole has long become an ice cellar, and the cold air that hurts the soul lingers in it, and the immortal cultivators in the realm under the soul condensing realm can't stay here at all.

On this day, a few people came to the edge of the sinkhole, and they looked at the ruins of Bitter Shade City with some hesitation.

"Father, as rumored to have been, the city of Bitter Shade has indeed fallen. It's just that why is there a trace of cold air overflowing here, and this cold air makes people feel inexplicably familiar?" The middle-aged man who spoke was dressed in white, with a short black beard on his chin, and his face was full of sadness.

"This cold qi can hurt the soul just like the cold qi in the Six Valleys Plateau, Ling Jian, you haven't broken through the soul condensing realm, so you must not enter this sinkhole. When I go there, maybe the candle-shaded hunter who stole the soul of the feathered kite will hide here!" The other of the two was an old man with a red beard, his tall figure looking a little tired.

These people were none other than Feather Kite's father, Ling Huang, his elder brother Ling Jian, as well as several Soul Condensing Realm elders of the Feather Clan's Red Feather Sect and a group of Bone Refining Realm powerhouses.

A few years ago, the feather kite was robbed of his soul by the candle hunter, and the Lingjian realm was low, so he had to flee in a hurry to find Linghuang. When Ling Huang and the others heard the news, the candle hunter was nowhere to be found. From then on, the father and son embarked on the road of chasing and killing the Candle Yin Hunter, and they heard that there was a Candle Yin Hunter of the Soul Condensation Realm in Bitter Shade City, so they hurried over......

"Dad, look! look!" Ling Jian grabbed Ling Huang and said in surprise.

Ling Huang looked up and realized that scattered snowflakes had floated from the ruins of the Bitter Shade City, and they had risen from the depths of the earth. He reached out and grabbed a piece in the palm of his hand, the snowflakes were the size of plum blossoms, crystal clear, and the six petals pierced neatly around like six sharp arrows, each arrow was stained with a little faint ink.

"Why are there snowflakes floating here?" Ling Jian poked his head out curiously. Before he could see the appearance of the snowflake, there was a tingling pain in his eyes.

"There is so much hatred and strong anger hidden in this snowflake!" Ling Huang said in surprise as he looked at his son's instantly bloodshot eyes.

The snowflakes in the sinkhole flew more and more rapidly, and after a few breaths, the entire sinkhole gradually turned white, and one was filled with flying snowflakes.

"Someone is coming up from below!" Ling Huang pulled his sword and led the group to retreat.

Just as Ling Huang said, a black figure flapped its huge scales and slowly flew up in the disturbing snowflakes. That scale wing is so outstanding, in the Three Realms, maybe only Yuanwei can have it.

"It's Motoo!"

Ling Jian roared angrily, he didn't care about the huge gap between himself and the Yuanwei realm, he drew his bow and shot at the black shadow in the air.

"Who is it?"

Yuanwei's figure shook, and he grabbed the feather arrow with one hand and roared. The snowflakes flying up and down beside him carried a cold and dead air, and instantly overwhelmed everyone of the Yu Clan. However, when Yuan Wei saw Ling Jian's figure clearly, he couldn't help but cry out in surprise, "Ling Jian, Senior Brother Ling Jian!"

"I'm not your senior brother!Yuanwei, you return my sister!" Ling Jian's eyes were bleeding, and he ripped off his natal feather and roared, "Broken Spirit Arrow!"

The two white feathers turned into sharp arrows, and the wind and thunder split the yellow wind and sand, and the white ice and snow went straight to Yuanwei. But when it was less than a foot away from Yuanwei, all this was still, and Ling Yu floated lightly in front of Yuanwei, without the slightest murderous aura.

"Senior brother, what do you mean by that?" said Motoo angrily.

"What do you mean? Feather Kite was bewitched by you and refused to go home, so she was killed by the Candle Hunter! Isn't that your sin?" Ling Jian scolded loudly.

"I am in love with Senior Sister Feather Kite, how can it be said to be bewitching?! Back then, I was afraid of hurting Senior Sister because my soul was undecided, so I persuaded Senior Sister to leave. I also know that my senior sister has been secretly following me for fear of me having an accident, in order to ensure my sister's safety, I deliberately detoured to Luoying City, and I didn't leave quietly until my senior sister followed Luoying City. Who knew something would happen to her!" Motoo said chagrined.

"Phew, since you have been with Feather Kite for many years, don't you know Feather Kite's stubbornness? She waited for decades to find you in the White Beach Brown Salt Grotto, how could she leave so easily? She did return to Luoying City, and also returned to the Red Feather Sect. But she didn't stay for a day, and she set out again on the road to find you. I asked her where she was going, and she said that no matter where she was, as long as she watched you from afar, she would be content to ......" Ling Jian burst into tears.

Feather kite!Motoo cried out in his heart to be drowned in pain, in the deep sea of pain, he couldn't breathe.

"It was the candle hunter Ning Lu who snatched the soul of my senior sister, in my lifetime, I must kill Ning Lu to find my senior sister's soul!"

Ling Huang and Ling Jian exclaimed at the same time, "Have you seen the soul of the feather kite?

Yuan Wei was gloomy: "She was made into a soul by the candle hunter Ning Lu!"

"Soul of the Machine?!"

Linghuang and Lingjian spewed a mouthful of blood at the same time, and Lingjian turned into a white finch like a white light flashing through the eyes of the Yuanwei. And Ling Huang pulled the bowstring in the air, and the spiritual power turned into a sharp arrow and shot at the Yuanwei. The feather kite is used as a soul by others, and this humiliation can make people not crazy!

Motoo didn't want to die for his love, he dodged the sword, but his chest was shot by the dragon. Yuanwei retreated dozens of feet, and the clothes on his chest were completely destroyed, revealing a black dragon scale, a late wound with blurred flesh and blood, broken dragon scales, and deep bones. However, the wound was repaired with a visibility, and within a few breaths the new dragon scales had grown, and the wound was intact.

Ling Huang was shocked, he naturally understood that the Yuan Wei in front of him was really the rebirth of Xuanmo.

"Arrow Array!" Ling Huang coldly ordered.

The wind was howling, and the immortal cultivators of the Feather Clan flapped their wings and flew into the air to trap Yuanwei in it, and dozens of strong bows were fully drawn and aimed at Yuanwei, just waiting for Linghuang to give an order and ten thousand arrows.

"Listen to me, Yi Shenyu forced me to take the Soul Rejuvenating Pill at the beginning, but I couldn't move at all because of the flood of medicinal power, so I could only watch Ning Lu leave! From now on, killing Ning Lu and rescuing Senior Sister is my greatest mission!" Yuan Wei hurriedly explained.

"If you're sincere, why don't you die?" Ling Jian had already gone mad.

"Yi Shenyu gave you the Soul Rejuvenating Pill, what the hell is going on?" Ling Huang grabbed Ling Jian and asked Yuan Wei Dao. You must know that Yi Shenyu was the staunchest supporter of the assassination of Yuanwei at the beginning.

Only then did Yuan Wei briefly talk about his experience in Bitter Shade City. Ling Huang was silent after hearing this, and then she said to herself: "Yi Shenyu's predecessors have extraordinary knowledge, and her arrangement does make some sense!"

"Dad, not only can't this Yuanwei be killed, but we still have to provide for him?" Ling Jian said angrily.

"Didn't you hear that the Candle Yin Hunter wanted to kill all the Immortal Cultivators of the Transformation God Realm?!And I have always had a strong premonition all these years, I'm afraid that I won't be able to survive this Candle Yin disaster! This Candle Yin Hunter no longer gives the Third Realm any hope, if Yuanwei reappears in the Xuan Mo event, I agree with Yi Shenyu's predecessor's approach, and I am willing to recognize him as the master!" Ling Huang said, he looked at the Soul Condensing Realm elders again, "What do you think?"

"If the Candleshade Hunter doesn't want us to live, we'll die!

"Yes, yes, thinking about the existence of Xuan Mo 20,000 years ago, where did we in the Third Realm ever suffer such a!

"At that time, the Third Realm could be called the Emperor Mountain Realm, which was the Three Realms!"

"But the current Yuanwei is only a Soul Condensation Realm cultivator, can he survive this candle yin disaster?"

......

The elders talked a lot, and they even had the idea of leaving Yuanwei, as for denying that Yuanwei was the master, how could they seem a little confused.

"Yuanwei, I can spare your life!" Ling Huang said, "However, you have to follow me and me to retrieve the soul of the feather kite!"

"If I can't find my senior sister's soul, my Yuanwei will kill myself from heaven and earth!" This is naturally the only thought in Yuanwei's heart.

Although Ling Jian was angry, he also knew that killing Yuanwei at this time was just a waste of strength, and it was better to take him with him to find the whereabouts of Feather Kite's soul, so he didn't say anything more. A group of people temporarily got together to discuss future countermeasures, and finally decided to inquire all the way to find Ning Lu's whereabouts.

......

As time passed, the chaotic Third Realm became even more chaotic, and the figures of Candle Yin Hunters appeared in all the Immortal Cultivation Holy Cities, which made the Third Realm Immortal Cultivators even more worried. However, there was also news that a team named Emperor Mountain Hunters began to hunt the Candle Yin Hunters on a large scale, and there were many Candle Yin Realm Soul Condensation Realm masters who died in their hands.