Hearing those words, he was originally going to urge the formation to kill, but after thinking about it for a while, Ling Shuang let them go, if he killed them directly, he would naturally be very happy, but he fell behind.

Playing with the remnant soul, Ling Shuang didn't have a suitable card in his hand, he just used his mind to find a way to survive from the flaws arranged by the remnant soul, what are the odds? We don't know, but the odds are slim.

And now that they're in their own hands, they're in a way, their own cards, and if they're used properly, they're even scheming remnants.

But how to use this card is a problem, the remnant soul told himself that the soul nourishing pill was near a stone tower, and one of the three sword qi showed signs of its formation, which were the two conditions he knew on the surface.

The path of cracking the remnant soul formation will not work, this has already been tried when he found out, and the remnant soul can naturally think of this, it is impossible to leave such an obvious flaw, if you think so, you can only start with the pill.

Ling Shuang urged the formation to bind a group of monks, after several negotiations, the monks could only hand over their own soul to Ling Shuang, although Ling Shuang's martial arts cultivation has been abolished, and the spiritual power is still strong, if those monks want to attack him, as long as he destroys their soul split, those monks will not end well, at least it will affect their subsequent cultivation.

Although the monks had untied their restraints, their angry gazes were even worse, but since the handle was in Ling Shuang's hands, they didn't show it, but stared at him from behind his back.

The cold gaze behind Ling Shuang made Ling Shuang a little uncomfortable, and he was relieved to think that they had fallen into his hands.

Following the guidance of the remnant soul, somewhere beside the bed, a loud noise came, and a secret door appeared at the head of the bed, and at this time, the monks all looked at each other, and at this time, the monk Meng Yan suddenly remembered that he was not the first person to arrive at the cave mansion, and Ling Shuang was already there before them.

In this way, this Ling Shuang knew the origin better than them, and might even have some origins, so that he understood the mechanism in it, and it was precisely in this way that he controlled them with the formation.

Behind the secret door is a grand world, and there is a broken stone tablet on a mottled ancient road, inscribed with the words "repair...... source", the traces of the sword on the stele are still faintly visible, and many places have been weathered.

Along the way, short swords, remnant pianos, and broken jade can be seen everywhere, judging by the breath that came, those were once powerful and incomparable treasures, but now they are spiritually lost, and it is hard to imagine what happened here that would destroy such a powerful treasure.

The monks beside Ling Shuang also sighed when they saw this scene, and the black-bellied old man Song Yu was directly red, such a treasure was directly destroyed and thrown here, this is a tyrannical thing, but if it is not destroyed, it will fall into Ling Shuang's hands, and then deal with them, so it will be calm.

Moving forward with various thoughts that were difficult to quell, and not going far, Ling Shuang stopped, sat down cross-legged under the puzzled gaze of many monks, and then a wave of energy fluctuations spread from his body.

"What is he?" A monk looked at his companion and asked.

After feeling the surroundings carefully, the monk's companion didn't pay attention to it, and also sat cross-legged, and then one monk after another cultivated cross-legged, at this time, if you look closely, you can see that the ancient road under them is faintly oozing spiritual energy, rare but extremely pure.

The aura is constantly nourishing his body in Ling Shuang's body, the abandoned martial arts foundation is recovering, and with a burst of breath purification, Ling Shuang has become a martial artist again, although he does not have the heyday of the past, he is no longer as weak as before.

Moving towards the stone tower again, although those monks did not know where the goal was, they clearly knew that it must be where the fate was, and those pure spiritual qi before were the best proof, and there was no absolute hatred between the two sides, how could there be a gap in the case of chance.

Zhu Xiu knew that even if Ling Shuang drove them away at this moment, I am afraid that many monks would still come up with a shy face, and even begged Ling Shuang to control it in exchange for chance, after all, he did not do any harm to himself.

Of course, there was also some speculation about Ling Shuang's purpose in controlling them during this period of time, one was to control them from transmitting information to the outside world, and the other might be to deal with a crisis or person in a situation.

And there is naturally no need to worry too much about these two factors, if it is the first reason, they will naturally not pass it on, and the opportunity is not enough for themselves, looking for someone? It was a chance to give it to someone.

As for the crisis or people in the place of chance, there is no need to worry too much, after all, if it is a crisis of chance, they will also encounter it when looking for opportunities, the so-called "life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky" is nothing more than that, and if the opponent is too strong, it is useless to find them, at most he can block the gun, and the people who can kill them, even if Ling Shuang escapes, what is the use?

Of course, these thoughts of theirs are more to comfort themselves, after all, they are in the hands of others, although they do not prevent themselves from obtaining opportunities, but after all, they are a bit of a diaphragm.

Soon after, the stone tower came into their sight, the magnificent stone tower was covered with countless broken formation formations, the weathered corners and the shattered edges all showed the long age of the stone tower, judging by the materials and quality of those formations and buildings, it was hundreds of years old.

There are two words engraved on the stone tower, "Fengsha", seeing these two words, Zhu Xiu couldn't help frowning, it didn't seem to be a good place, and then many people wanted to stop talking.

And the old man Song Yu asked Ling Shuang directly with a smile: "Little brother, don't worry about the previous things, but you still have to tell us here, this is not a good place no matter how you look at it, you know best here, don't take the wrong way." ”

Seeing that the old man's tone had changed greatly from before, Ling Shuang couldn't help but glance at it, and said angrily: "I didn't say that I wanted to show you the way, as for where I came for the first time, how do I know." Besides, I won't pit myself, so why should I come here if I haven't been created? ”

The old man thought about it and nodded, this is also true, if Ling Shuang can often enter and exit this place, how can there be any chances, as for the chances, it just depends on luck, how can there be such good luck every time.

In this way, there is an opportunity, but with it comes a certain risk, after all, the word "sealing" is engraved, and one wrong step may be an endless abyss.

The old man's eyes rolled, and he couldn't stop holding Ling Shuang, and made up his mind to follow him, this is also the safest place, as long as there is no absolute crisis, it will be the easiest position.

The old man's sleek deeds also entered the eyes of the cultivators, while scolding the old man for being shameless, while secretly hating why he hadn't thought of this method earlier, and at this moment, some female cultivators joined the ranks of the old man's touting.

And at this time, when everyone didn't pay attention, a sword mark was silently imprinted on the word sealing, stirring up a faint black mist and disappearing.