The last old leaf fell from the tree with Xuan'er.

Wang Xu looked at the renovated house and smiled.

This must be the last time he cleans the mansion.

In the future, his permanent residence will be a luxurious mansion equipped with the Spirit Mansion.

After Wang Xu stood silently in the courtyard for a while, he turned around and walked towards the wing.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, slowly opened the brocade box that Hua Songnian gave him, and a wax pill the size of a dragon's eye was lying in it, and as the wax pill came into contact with the air, a thick medicinal fragrance suddenly emerged.

Wang Xu didn't remove the wax immediately, but silently used his hand to envelop the pill in a black light.

Even if it's something from the flower family, you can't believe it easily.

Although Wang Xu didn't know what other drugs or poisons could hurt him now, he still had to be cautious when he should be cautious.

After all, he has seen too many examples of a misstep and hatred for thousands of years.

The wax pill slowly floated in the air, a faint black light flashing on its surface, and then suddenly disappeared again.

Wang Xu made a move, and the wax pill was dragged back to the box.

Only then did he remove the wax seal and take the red pill in it.

Rumble!

The red elixir melted in its mouth, turning into a stream of heat rushing through its body, and was finally swallowed up by a huge cold current.

He silently operated the cold mist knife power in his body, quickly absorbed the medicinal properties, and then polished it to remove the impurities.

The faint blue mist gradually enveloped his whole person, and in a haze, the entire wing room looked like a god's abode.

"Whew-"

A gray mist was spit out by Wang Xu.

He now looked a little warmer and less cold than before.

Wang Xu slowly opened his eyes, and a ray of joy flashed in his eyes.

Thanks to these few recultivations, his Cold Mist Knife Technique has improved a little, although he still has no direction for the ethereal second layer, but it is obviously more mellow and less fierce between the transformation of knife power.

Wang Xu realized.

If every deduction of Yuan Ling is a reasonable deduction from his experience and conjecture, then it can only be said that it is the most suitable for him at that time.

And with the broadening of his horizons and the growing growth of his cultivation, in fact, before he knew it, he had jumped out of the framework he had originally set and stepped into a new realm.

In other words, for Yuan Ling, if the data calculated in the past was one, then now it may be two, so the energy consumed is also much more.

"Who!"

Just when Wang Xu experienced the new changes in the Cold Mist Knife Technique, a white shadow suddenly appeared.

His eyes flashed, and he was just about to use his magic knife to deal a head-on blow to the uninvited guest.

Suddenly, his mind turned, and he paused, and instead of using the magic knife, he used the cold mist knife technique.

A cold wave quickly burst out from Wang Xu's body, and then swept away.

As soon as a crack appeared in the teacup on the table, it froze again.

In an instant, the entire chamber was shrouded in ice mist that shone with blue light as if it had entered a world of ice and snow.

Countless wisps of transparent energy cut around like knives, wrapping Wang Xu in an airtight airtight air.

A white shadow suddenly appeared in the blue mist, the blood-red paper man's head tilted slightly, and his eyes lit with cinnabar stared at Wang Xu, "Corpse Soul Mansion, no, yes, who?" ”

The hoarse voice came directly through the paper figure, and it was as if it hadn't spoken for a long time, and the tone was very strange.

Wang Xu sneered, it turned out to be a nine-story building.

He didn't answer at all, and with a direct thought, countless wisps of blue energy entangled with each other, directly forming a huge grinding disc that surrounded the paper figure in the middle, and Sen Han's knife power directly surrounded it.

Not to mention a paper figure, even a soldier in armor can only turn into a cloud of blood foam in it.

"Good!! I remember you! ”

The red light on the paper man was sheng, but it still couldn't resist the strength of Sen Han's knife, and the red light on its body was eliminated to a degree that was visible to the naked eye, and gradually turned into nothing.

Bang!

The red light on the paper man flashed, and it turned into a ball of fire and exploded.

"Humph!"

Wang Xu's face remained unchanged, and he snorted coldly.

It's really arrogant that a puppet dares to make a mistake in front of him.

The blue ice mist swarmed up directly, extinguishing the fire in an instant, and then the cold wave directly stopped, surging in all directions.

One by one, the paper figures hidden in the shadows were searched, and then destroyed by the cold wave in the same way.

It wasn't until the entire mansion was thoroughly inspected that Wang Xu stopped.

This is the inconvenience of living outside, you have to do everything yourself, and the adversary can come in and explore at will.

If it is changed to the mansion of the Spirit Mansion, although it may not be able to stop the temptation of the Nine-Story Building, it will not be invaded like this.

However, judging from the movements of the nine-story building, it seems that he is in a hurry, knowing that this is his mansion, and he has to come in to investigate, is there some reason.

Wang Xu's eyes moved slightly, could it be that there was some big move in the Corpse Soul Mansion, which would directly threaten the interests of the Nine Stories Building.

However, it shouldn't be, the Corpse Soul Mansion is staying well in the Northland, how can it be ......

He pondered all the possibilities in silence.

………………

Poof!

The white-clothed man wearing the mask of the paper man slid under his hand and pierced the paper figure in his hand.

Tick, tick, tick.

Drops of bright red blood inexplicably emerged from the paper figure, and then dripped into the ground.

"Lingfu ......"

The hoarse voice said silently, as if he was a little jealous.

However, he immediately tore the paper figure in his hand to shreds, "No matter who you are, whoever dares to stand in my way will die!" ”

A pile of paper figures floated on the ground, and the bright red eyes exuded a strong ominous atmosphere.

"Enough!"

Suddenly, another voice rang out in the ashram.

The strange thing is that the source of the voice is also the man in white.

"Don't forget who you are! The task in the building is absolute! ”

The white man's hand holding the scissors folded strangely, as if it was controlled from behind, the sharp scissors edged against his neck, and a drop of bright red blood fell in the cold light, "Any disobedience, death!" ”

After saying that, it seemed that the owner of the voice disappeared again.

The man in white put his hand down, and then wiped it on his neck with his other hand, and a bright red mark appeared on his hand.

"Hehe, hehe, hahahaha!"

When the man in white saw his own blood, he laughed wildly.

He picked up the scissors and stabbed and tore at the paper figure on the table.

Wisps of blood slipped off the table and were sucked up by the paper figures on the ground.

An eerie smile began to appear on the face of each paper figure, as if they had seen the sweetest food.