This kind of strange and inexplicable soul-snatching battle, what is something that wicked people can understand? Therefore, they all believe it to be true, thinking that Yan San is the "young master" who was immortal many years ago. Although they snorted their noses one by one, slandering the world in their hearts, how could there be "loyalty" in their hearts, I am afraid that the old immortal is not having a plan, but under the prestige of the old immortal for decades, he doesn't even dare to let out a fart with Scar, no matter what else.

Scar cold sweat trickling down!

After all the calculations, he missed one thing. At this time, there is no need to worry about his life, and his pockets are afraid that they will be opened.

The sixth and seventh games of Scar were arguably the biggest wins ever, and all the bets were gone. The safest sixth and seventh games had the most bettors and the fiercest, and Scar not only recovered the loss in the fifth game, but also made a big profit.

Of course, in addition to losing Lao Bai 1,100 yuan crystals. How small is this amount of money compared to the mountains of millions of yuan crystals? Lao Bai played ten yuan crystals in each of the sixth and seventh games, and at this time, he was already stupid with more than 1,000 yuan crystals in his hand.

But when someone handed over the amount of Yuanjing that should be paid to Yan San to Scar, Scar only felt that his eyes were black.

Everyone who participated in the deathmatch had to bet at least one hundred yuan crystal on themselves, and Yan San just bet one hundred. Speaking of which, in this kind of big gamble, a hundred yuan crystals is just a tip, but after careful calculation, Scar feels like he has stabbed himself several times.

For those who are in a deathmatch, the bets are calculated cumulatively and do not take a rake. Yan San won the first game, one hundred became two hundred, the second game became four hundred, the third game became eight hundred, and the fourth game became one thousand six. From the fifth inning, something terrible happened.

In five games, Yan San's winning rate was five times, and one thousand six became eight thousand;

Six rounds, the odds are ten times, 8,000 to 80,000;

In the seventh game, the odds were 100 times, and 80,000 became ...... Eight hundred...... Ten thousand!!

Eight million yuan crystal!

On the table, in addition to the fifth game, there are still more than 4 million yuan of crystals left, of which Scar himself has already filled in 1 million, and Scar has earned 3 million yuan, but with Yan San's, not only can he not win a son, but he will have to paste another 4 million upside down!

Scar swallowed his saliva, touched the small mustard seed bag hanging from his waist with his hand, and there were two million yuan crystals in it, which was his family background and the last coffin book, and plucked up the courage to say to Yan San: "Third master...... You see, can I make an IOU for this bet? Ten years...... No, pay it off in five years......

Yan San frowned, and said, "Can't afford to lose?" It's just a hundred yuan crystals, kicking your nose in the face?

Scar broke out in a cold sweat, peeking at it, the old crow next to him smiled at the corner of his mouth, his eyes kept scanning his body, as if he was looking at pork on the meat stall, the white bone staff in his hand was on fire, Scar's heart trembled, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Don't dare, you bet too much, you really can't afford to lose, please forgive the third master, I will pay it off as soon as possible, pay it off as soon as possible......

Yan San was surprised and asked, "How much do you have to lose?"

"Eight million, I will compensate you six hundred first, and the remaining two million are owed, which will be paid off in five years......

Yan San was startled, took a pair of bills, and really had eight million yuan crystals, and suddenly had an unbelievable feeling, and then ...... It's miserable. Pretending to try to hide his ecstatic smile, he said in his heart: Get the cash and talk about it! Damn it, six million, you can bury blood and fire!

Coughing twice, Yan San said, "That's fine! Six million is six million, put it up for me." The other two million don't need to be divided into five years and ten years...... rolled his eyes, and then said: "I'm a good talker, and it's okay to take things to settle the account, herbs, magic tricks, magic tricks, I don't lack magic weapons, but some strange things can be shown to me, and I can also pay off the things I can see." Strange things like treasure maps, as long as they are true, can be offended, well, maybe I have to find your money. 』

Scar's heart was relieved, but he couldn't be happy, and said with a bitter face: "Thank you Third Master!" immediately asked someone to put the Yuanjing points into pockets and place them neatly in front of Yan San.

After the count was completed, the sleeves of the crow's robe were rolled up, and the mountain-like Yuan Crystals disappeared without a trace, and the wicked people had many conjectures: "Look, the money has been collected by the crow, and sure enough, this kid is just a puppet pushed out by the crow." Play so high, you can't offend anyone, launch a substitute ghost!' But how did he know that Yan San was just unwilling to expose the secret of the storage element, and the storage ring space on his hand was too small to fit so many yuan crystals at all, so he had to bother the crow to do it for him, and finally he had to 'return the particles to the warehouse'.

The matter is over, under Yan San's instructions, the crow once again put the white bone staff on the ground, the blood mist rolled and drowned the two of them, and when the blood mist dissipated, Yan San and the crow were gone, and the two yellow stiffs were also hidden in the strange mist.

This made many wicked people once again go from cold throats to the tips of their toes, so they came and went without a trace, where is it still the means of monks, even if it is a fifth-order pure yuan immortal, it is nothing more than that!

But I didn't know that the crow was deliberately playing, and he used a trick to escape from the bottom of the box: "Netherworld", the essence blood of the seven people absorbed by the right person was exhausted in this escape, and the full soul element consumed nearly ninety percent.

The two did not return to the Eastern District, but escaped to a hidden valley outside the Western District with the help of the Netherworld.

The fifth layer of the Wailing Abyss is divided into four areas, but these four areas are not together, but separated by a huge wilderness, strictly speaking, these four areas are just a gathering place for monks, and the real masters of this wilderness are still a large number of beasts.

The crow followed the imprint of the old immortal left in the soul sea to escape here, he did not have the memory of the old immortal, but this imprint soul trace is the latest, it should have been marked recently, and it is thought that the receiver was arranged. Known as the old immortal, there are still two brushes, even if it is to the fourth order, it is so careful, and the back road is well arranged, worthy of being the leader of the Western District.

Sure enough, the two of them had just emerged from a thin blood-colored mist, and immediately heard two women's coquettish voices:

"Master, are you back, are you going well?"

"Master, we've been waiting here for two days, how can you reward us this time?"

The crow was regretting that he had slapped his swollen face and was fat, his face was pale, and he was crumbling, and the two women came over one left and one right, and even shouted that the master would not fall, and he grabbed his old arm and shook it one by one, and his heart was so frightened that he almost lost his staff.

The two women did not shy away from this kind of action and the ambiguous frolic between lovers, two pairs of peaks and peaks were squeezed on the crow's trunk-like arms, and the crow, who had not seen a woman for hundreds of years, smiled and showed her back molars, and drooled: "Smooth, all smooth, rewarded, all rewarded...... Later, the master will reward you greatly!'

Yan San turned into air at this time, and he was forgotten by the three of them, and he couldn't help coughing lightly twice to brush his sense of existence. Only then did the two girls notice that there was another person behind the crow, and they frowned and asked, "Is this person the master's newly acquired puppet?

The crow knew Yan Popi's methods, where did he dare not give face to face, and immediately interrupted: "This is the master's master, you call him the third master. On weekdays, I am close to the third master, and it is not in vain that the master loves you......" As he spoke, he squeezed Yan San's eyebrows, and put on a smiling expression on his face.

The two female apprentices looked at each other, stunned on the spot, seeing that the crow didn't seem to be laughing, they immediately changed their faces to Yan San, smiling like a flower, twisting their waists, puffing up their chests and about to step forward, Yan San hurriedly waved his hand and said to the crow: "Excuse me, excuse me, thank you for not being sensitive, you should be close to yourself, I am really not a person who eats indiscriminately!"

The crow laughed, hugged the two women and walked first, a pair of withered hands and bird claws, all lingering on the waists and buttocks of the two women, seeing Yan San shake his head.

Yan San and the crow are connected by the soul seal, as long as they can sense each other's breath, they can communicate, at this time Yan San asked privately: "There is no memory of old immortality, can you pretend to be able to go on?"

The crow turned his back to Yan San, his eyes flashed with doubt, and then he said casually: "Don't worry, young master, the old slave still has this ability, this little world is still difficult for me, and even if I leak the foundation, what can I do, the old slave is a fourth-order soul cultivator, killing hundreds of people in minutes, even if he fights, he can make a world." 』

Yan San covered his forehead with his hand and said, "If you can not kill people, you will not kill people, the most important thing now is to keep a low profile, find out what kind of famous place this Laoshzi ghost is, going out early is the right way, even if you become an emperor here, you are also an emperor in a prison cell, what is it?"

The crow said: "The young master is right, the old slave should try his best, but if there is a self who does not have long eyes, then I can't complain about my black hands." I haven't done it for hundreds of years, and my hands are itchy!"

Yan San stopped talking, obviously acquiescing to the crow's arrogance. But there was something thoughtful on his face.

Ever since the "Crow" was released, it seems that it has gone a little too far. Soul cultivation is the most keen, this dead crow, it seems that there are still some thieves who are not dead, but at present, the soul mark is in hand, and he is not afraid that he will turn the sky upside down in the short term. It is unknown whether the soul mark is insured by Yan San, but if the soul mark is accused and can be broken so easily, there will be no such thing as 'life in the hands of others' in the cultivation realm.

The eastern district is hundreds of miles away from the western district, and halfway across the entire five layers of the wailing abyss, Yan Sanyi and his party walked for three days before finally entering the eastern district. During this period, there were countless twists and turns, sometimes directly trekking through mountains and rivers, like primitive people in the forest and rivers, although the road was far away, fortunately did not encounter the attack of high-level beasts.

Yan San and the crow sat in a small sedan chair in green cloth, carried by two yellow stiffs, the earthy blue-gray sedan curtain was lowered, covering everything, and the two female apprentices followed on both sides of the sedan chair, muttering, the boss was unhappy. They used to sit in the sedan chair, and they "served" the master inside, who would have thought that this time the "young master" came, and went directly into the sedan chair, and the two were about to walk.

The two women were dressed in red and green, and their clothes were all cut close to the body, with concave and convex curves, as if they were specially designed to attract attention. The face is not as beautiful as the moon, but also quite a bit of posture, especially the charming and enchanting face on the face, as if a pool of spring water melts, which spreads the charm of the young woman to the fullest.

"Senior Sister Red Bee, don't you think that the master seems to have changed a lot? In the past, he didn't say a word for a long time, and he summoned us to do that thing, but this time he talked a lot, as if he ...... It's alive. 』

"Shh......h You don't want to die, think about how Senior Sister Huang Ying died?' The woman named Red Bee immediately interrupted, and after a while, she couldn't help but be full of gossip and said, "You are right...... This time, the master didn't want us to serve, but he found a man to sit in, which is really strange. 』

Red Bee's eyes suddenly flashed, as if he had discovered something, and whispered to the woman in green, "Green Butterfly, do you guess the master has a habit of breaking sleeves?"

The green butterfly was stunned and asked, "What is the Broken Sleeve Fetish?"

The red bee hated iron and steel: "It's Longyang, dead glass, men and men stabbing ......

Green Butterfly's face turned green, and she had a disgusting expression, and said, "No...... It's too heavy!'

The hateful Yan San's "Eyes of Ten Thousand Beasts" has sharp ears and eyes, and the conversation between the two women is as if it is in the ears, and when he hears the words, a mouthful of old blood almost doesn't spurt out, and the crow obviously hears the conversation between the two women, and the two men glance at each other, and hurriedly move their positions, close to the wall of the sedan chair, looking like they can't avoid shit.

The crow hated and said, "Two dead girls, slandering Lao Tzu like this, Lao Tzu will let you know tonight what it means to keep the golden gun from falling, and cut down the ...... without falling."

Yan San didn't hear it, and when the crow stopped, he said, "Can you extract the memory of the old immortal?" 』

The crow glanced at Yan San strangely and said, "Young Master, aren't you an ancient soul cultivator?

The corners of Yan San's mouth suddenly smiled, and said, "Old Wu, don't be tempted, I'm not an ancient overhaul who has been reborn, I'm just a little person who has only cultivated for a few years, it's too late for you to regret it now, if you want, I will immediately return the soul seal to you...... If you think about it again, the soul sigil was given to me voluntarily by yourself. 』

The crow was stunned, obviously he didn't expect Yan San to show his bottom so directly, thinking that as an old man for hundreds of years, he actually wanted to be a slave under a little cub who had not dried up, and he was suddenly aggrieved, and he wanted to catch Yan San to death. Then, when he heard that the soul mark could be returned, his face suddenly turned overjoyed, and he said, "That feeling is good! That feeling is good......

Immediately, his mind turned, there was such a good thing, thinking of Yan San's usual person, his heart was shocked, and he asked tentatively, "Is the soul seal really for me?"

Yan San nodded affirmatively and said, "Really give!"

Then the raven asked, 'Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?'

Yan San said strangely: "Then what is there to be afraid of? You are full of evil, and it is not enough to die a hundred times, I have also given you the opportunity, since you are not sincere cooperation, then there is nothing to say, let you die! The so-called dust to dust, soil to earth...... After all, it's back to square one, and that's ...... Come on!'

Yan San pointed his finger at the center of his eyebrows, and stroked the crow's forehead with one hand, the soul mark was controlled, and the crow's soul suddenly froze, and Yan San ingested the soul sea and fell into the Lechuan soul array.

In the sea of souls, two thin ropes hung in the air, pulling the old immortal soul body in a large font in the air, and was suffering from the tragic beating of the two heavenly kings and Luo Luo, the thin rope turned into soul sand repaired the old immortal soul all the time, and was torn apart by the tireless heavenly king in the next moment, and the pain of soul splitting is endless!

The crow stood in front of the old immortal, and a faint soul mark was floating in the air in front of him, within reach, but the crow was motionless, and his heart was overturned.

The old immortal roared miserably, and when he saw the crow appear, he thought that he was the lord of the soul sea, and shouted: "Senior, what do you want? I'll give it all to you! Yuanjing? Woman? I still know the secret of the crying abyss, I'll tell you everything! Please let me go, I'm really a sin at my age!"

Yan San stood on the soul platform, looking at the old immortal and the crow with cold eyes, this is his world, and the details are all under control. This time, Yan San wants to let the crow understand a truth, thousands of years ago you were a big man, but now you are just a prisoner, don't kick your nose in the face if you have a chance, and then try to play tricks, and let you go back to hell in minutes!

The crow didn't take his soul seal, but sighed secretly in his heart, the situation was pressing, Yan San couldn't tolerate a little sand in his eyes, he was just a little slim and faced a life and death choice. And this choice is quite obvious.

"What if I want your soul seal?!" the crow said lightly to the old immortal.

"Take it...... Take it, it is my blessing to be able to make cattle and horses for my predecessors, I just ask my predecessors to stop this soul-splitting punishment, I really can't hold it anymore!' The old immortal screamed, he was considered to have poured blood mold for eight lifetimes, and he was trapped in the forgotten river and encountered the same as the crows, thousands of dead souls besieged, and the soul body was tied up when it was weak, and it was hung day and night, but the soul body was immortal and indestructible, and the pain of soul cracking was like a wave, and the waves never stopped.

"Actually, if you want to get rid of this pain, as long as you have the will to die and destroy your soul seal, your soul will naturally fly away, why do you ask me?" the crow asked.

"I...... I'm afraid of death! I don't want to die! It's better to be a dog than to die and be nothing......," the old immortal muttered.

"Am I not afraid of death?" said the crowheart, "the more evil people are, the more afraid of death, I haven't had enough of this fancy world." But if you still want to play...... old crow has a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and his mind has been decided.

"Even if you accept the soul seal, it is not safe, I know that there are at least three ways to unlock the soul seal. The old crow said, the old immortal doesn't know why, but Yan San understands that this is what the crow said to himself.

"The first is to achieve the body of a fifth-order soul immortal, then the body and soul will be purified and reorganized, the so-called pure yuan is an opportunity for rebirth, since it is reorganized, the trapped soul seal is naturally useless. 』

"The second is to find the legendary elixir 'Beyond the Flower', and after refining, the soul body crosses the two worlds of life and death, even if the soul mark is extinguished, but it becomes a dead soul, and then it is reincarnated. 』

"Third, there are some exercises that can eliminate soul marks, although they cost a lot of money...... For example, my "Netherworld Canon", when I practice to the depths, I can replace the main soul with any one of the seven souls and six spirits, even if the soul seal is broken, I will only destroy one soul at most, although the soul is mutilated from now on, it is better than death!"

The crow talked eloquently, and the old immortal hurriedly shouted: "Senior, don't worry, I have only stepped into the fourth order for two years, how can I have the capital to impact the soul immortal without a hundred years of penance......

As if he hadn't heard of it, the crow continued, "There are two ways to extract the memories of the living soul, the first method is simple and easy, kill the living soul, and when the living soul dies, the soul is broken, you can use the soul technique 'dementor' to ingest the broken soul at the moment of death, and then use your own soul element to warm up, and you can use your soul thoughts to check the broken memories or integrate them into yourself. 』

"The second method is more troublesome, it also uses the soul dementor, but it is directly extracted on top of the living soul, and the cocoon is peeled off, which consumes a lot, and it cannot be disturbed in the slightest, and there is a risk of backlash. The good thing is that the soul of this life is still intact after the memory is extracted, and it can be used to make soul puppets. 』

"Now I'll use the second method, and ask the young master to protect the Dharma for me and replenish the soul element!" The old crow said, not waiting for Yan San to answer, ignoring the inexplicable eyes of the old immortal, with a flick of his hand, the soul mark in front of him flew up to the white rice soul platform, and fell in front of Yan San, undulating in front of him, while the other hand covered the head of the old immortal.

The old immortal is inexplicable, and before he can figure out where another 'young master' has appeared, the crow's big hand has already shrouded his head, and it can be seen to the naked eye that the wisps of things have been absorbed, condensed in the crow's palm, spinning and rolling like a small cloud of mist, occasionally you can vaguely see the human face howling in the cloud, and there is a butcher's knife dripping blood, which is the bloody memory of the old immortal for many years.

The old immortal soul body was already weak, and at this time it was covered by the 'dementor', the soul body trembled, and could no longer say a word, the two thin soul sand kept replenishing and consuming, and the two heavenly kings who lacked the main soul were still beating, maintaining the old immortal soul body on the edge of nothing.

For a while, the cloud in the crow's hand was not big, it was still like an egg, but it was a lot more solid. However, the crow's own soul body gradually weakened, obviously consumed a lot, and it was a little difficult, and his palms gradually trembled.

Yan San looked at it for a moment, and finally waved the sleeves of his robe, like a king's treasure, a thick river of soul sand poured to the crow's feet, continuously replenishing and consuming, the crow's hand finally stabilized, and at the same time, Yan San's voice sounded directly in his heart: "You treat me with sincerity, I treat you with sincerity, this is the last time, and there will be a next time, the soul will be scattered, and I will never be soft!"

The old crow struggled to keep the soul technique continuous, and struggled and said, "Thank you young master!" and then the soul seal said: "Young master, go, the old immortal soul is strong, the soul will take at least a day, and it cannot be interrupted, as long as the soul element is replenished, the old slave will definitely succeed." 』

This generation of fierce heroes can be regarded as happy and convinced, and they are completely obedient to Yan San.

Yan San is a strange flower in the cultivation of the Yuan Realm, the treasure of the Yuan Crystal is not in the eye, the magic weapon is not hidden in the heart, and even the good and evil are very vague, but the so-called "righteousness", "dignity" and "trust" that most monks abandon are extremely important, but they are decisive in killing, and they have the heart of a butcher who kills like a dog.

After the crow fell into his hands, he also coerced and lured Yan San in various ways, but it was useless, but he was hung and beaten for several months, tasting all the suffering in the world.