Yan San woke up quickly, opened his eyes after half an hour, and after being confused for a while, he asked for some water to wash his face, held Wu Kui's shoulders and stood up reluctantly, and then took a long, long breath, and slowly spit it out.

"Who is going to kill you?" asked Bloodfire directly.

Yan San shook his head slowly and said, "I don't know. I don't know what his purpose is, but it's not just because of Spring Hunting, I'm just a casual cultivator, and I don't pose a threat to him. 』

"Could it be revenge, such as Ling Tian! Zhenwulou, you lost all his face......

"No, I have no enemies. I have killed all my former enemies. Yan San drank water and ate, causing blood and fire to slant at him.

"It won't be Ling Tian," Murong Qingyi interjected, "The time is not right! When those three monks died, Ling Tian was still in the hundred miles of grass and trees, and he could make the three second-order monks die silently, if Ling Tian had this kind of master under him, he would not be so embarrassed as he is now." 』

"It's going to come out slowly, so be careful, both adults. Because I'm sure it's a ...... who will kill me Soul Cultivation!'

"Soul Cultivation?" Blood Fire Killing and Murong Qingyi's face changed drastically, this kind of monk hides deep enough, and the means cannot be prevented, it is one of the taboos in the Yuan Cultivation Realm.

"Yes. Lord Qingyi reminded me with a word, and I went to check the bodies of the three again, and found that it was indeed a broken soul, Zhao Kui and Cui Ming both died instantly, and they didn't even have time to react. When Jin Yan arrived, that person should be powerless, so that Jin Yan was shocked, and even saw his face, so that he would have a shocked expression after death. Yan Sandao, "Can destroy souls in an instant, this person's soul cultivation level should be at the third order!"

In fact, Yan San only did one thing, he used the "Soul Return" to the place where the three people died, the three of them died for a short time, even if they couldn't summon the soul to return, there should be traces at the scene, but it was only blank. This proves that either the dead soul is taken in, or the soul is directly destroyed, and the above two methods can only be soul cultivation.

"Why do you know the soul cultivation method, and you are so sure that he is a third-order?" Bloodfire Kill asked inadvertently, and the two blood-clothed guard old birds didn't see the clue, and one of the black-clothed guards saw it, and their faces were a little unbearable.

Yan San sighed secretly in his heart, still here! I can't answer "I'm also a soul cultivator", soul cultivation is one of Yan San's hole cards, although it's not too hard yet. But fortunately, Yan San had already said something, and said, "I guess...... This spring hunt can't help soul cultivation, before I entered the secret realm, Lord Murong Huaikong found a soul cultivator, and he sighed at that time, but let him in, I happened to see it. 』

"That person's name is Wu Tianduo, and together with the four of us, he has never made a move all the way, which is very strange, and I left some thoughts at the time. In the end, the man was poisoned and died in the medicine valley, but ...... If he is a soul cultivator...... Yan San continued, his eyes gradually returning from the chaos, turning into two pools.

Murong Qingyi bowed his head lightly and said, "If it is a soul cultivator, and it is a third-order soul cultivator, the body is just a skin and a shell, and the poison cannot die!"

Yan San's eyes inadvertently swept over the many monks in the Tang Dynasty, and then he told them one by one what happened in the hundred miles of grass and trees, without concealing it. Blood Fire Kill and Murong Qingyi only frowned deeper and deeper when they heard this, and they glanced at each other, and a cloud of gloom shrouded them.

There was no abnormality in the next three days, Yan San was always weak, this weakness was not physical weakness, but spirit and will, and from time to time there would be nosebleeds, and the whole person looked at the description withered, the eye sockets were deep, and it was difficult to have the strength to fight again.

The battle was in full swing, and its tragic and bloody degree was no worse than that of Yan San, and there were endless capable people, and Yan San was also dizzy when he saw it.

In the twenty-seventh scene, a monk in the Tang Dynasty was as cold as a knife, holding a long and narrow horizontal knife, only five knives, and cut the opposite Dayuan monk into eight pieces, the knife was not stained with blood, and he walked back;

In the fifty-eighth scene, a female cultivator of the Dayuan vine twisting department had a green face, sprinkled a handful of seeds the size of melon seeds on the stone platform, and pressed one palm on the platform, vines were horizontal, green leaves and purple flowers, covering the entire stone platform, which was beautiful. After the tea, the flowers and leaves were lost, and they were covered with blood-red fruits the size of a dragon's eye, and the Tang monks trapped in it were twisted into a white bone wearing a coat and hat, and all the flesh and blood were sucked dry by the thorns on the vines.

In the ninety-sixth game, one of the most obscure nine people appeared, the cultivation of the peak of the second order, holding the knife and holding the shield, blocking the scimitar one by one, pushing through the opponent's momentum and center of gravity, and drinking, the void knot was printed into the word "war", the opponent panicked, and was pierced through the heart by the person who fought endlessly, and a shield collapsed into the depths of the white clouds, simple and fast like flowing water, killing machine.

In the one hundred and twentieth game, there was also a person from the Black Wind Barbarian Department, and there was a black ghost roaring and entanglement in the wind and sand, wrapping the hands and feet of the Tang monks who put them right, and taking advantage of the gap to blow an arrow into the throat, and the Tang monks died without turning a blind eye.

In the one hundred and ninetieth game, two monks jumped off the field, the Datang man had a red belt on his head, holding two barrier knives, and the Dayuan monk showed his upper body, lean as black charcoal, with almost no muscles. The two fought each other, and the Tang monk's double obstacle knife was scattered like snowflakes, and in the blink of an eye, it densely covered the black and thin monk, and countless scars fell, but it only hurt the flesh and skin, and it could not break the muscles and bones. The black thin monk roared, and a punch was struck, and suddenly the snowflakes flew away, and the two knives were scattered. The black and thin monk didn't care about the scruples of the double knife slashing and stabbing, and was so desperate that he was pierced through the abdomen with a knife, grabbed the arm of the monk of the Tang Dynasty and twisted it into a twist, and then rushed forward to hold the monk of the Tang Dynasty firmly, and gnawed his throat in one bite, blood gushed like a spring, and Yan San heard the monk of the Great Yuan shouting "black bone".

......

This is a feast of fighting, but also a bloody dance, three days, blood sprinkled in the sky, two hundred monks died in the heavenly road, and finally saw the shadow soldier blade white jade tablet.

Climb the last ladder, step into the depths of the white clouds, in addition to the stone tablet does not move, the eyes are white, and then look at the time has entered a huge square that is empty and uninhabited, more than 1,000 monks of Tang Yuan Yuan occupy less than one percent in this square, and it shows that the world is vast, and the monks are small.

The stele stood like a mountain, and soon a monk who couldn't wait pressed the stele with a palm, and the spiritual array on the inscription flickered, and a cloud enveloped the monk, and then the clouds dissipated, and the monk disappeared into thin air. The rest of the monks heard about the shadow soldiers, and they all waited and watched, but after a cup of tea, a cloud of white clouds suddenly condensed into a ball, and when they dispersed, the monk from the beginning appeared, holding a shuttle-shaped magic weapon in his hand, laughing.

"Good luck, good luck, the beasts are just like this, this Ruijin Suo is the magic weapon I dreamed of, this trip really didn't come in vain!" Then he pressed his palm on the stone tablet and said, "Good luck, let's shop again, this time it's best to have a yuan weapon!"

The white clouds swept over the man again, enveloping the man and disappearing.

All the monks suddenly moved, and they stepped forward one after another, and Lingyuan probed into the white jade stele and was pulled into the white clouds. Yan San also slowly walked towards the stone monument. In order to enter the next layer of the Heavenly Pond Spirit Source, one must pass through this Shadow Blade, and the Shadow Blade must defeat a Soldier Beast and obtain a magic weapon.

Blood Fire Kill grabbed Yan San's arm and scolded, "If you want a magic weapon, don't you want to die?"

In just a few moments, some of the white clouds were already covered with blood, and one or two of them were dyed bright red, and it was obvious that the monks among them were inevitably killed and injured.

Yan San shook off the hand of the Blood Fire Killer and said, "Always give it a try, the Tianchi Spirit Source is the only chance to heal my injury, Ling Tian will not let me go after I go out, if I don't fight again, I will really wait to die!" and walked straight towards the stone tablet.

When the palm of his hand pressed on one of the white jade stone tablets, Yan San's languishing and weak eyes exuded a crazy light, in his hundred-meter soul platform, Ten Thousand Beasts Yama raised his eyes to the sky, his eyes were burning, and on his outstretched palm, there was a white soul sand...... The Sands of the Soul!

Three days ago, Wu Tianduo's killing array against Yan San was very simple: when Yan San made a move, he broke his soul technique 'Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts' again, and it was the moment of fighting for his life with all his might, and the result of the soul technique counterattack almost really solved Yan San. Yan San's soul technique was indeed broken, but it was a deliberately weakened 'Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts', otherwise Yan San would never have a chance to kill Namu again, but would be beaten to death, even if he was a third-order body cultivator, if he couldn't fight back, it would just be a ball of dead flesh.

If the soul technique is strong, the result of the backlash will be more serious, and if the soul technique is weak, the backlash will also be lighter. The backlash in the Medicine Valley made Yan San unconscious for three days, but this time it was only less than half a day, and the purpose of Yan San's desperate counterattack was this grain of soul sand in the hands of Ten Thousand Beast Yama at this time. When Wu Tianduo was countering Yan San's soul technique, there was always a fluctuation of the soul element, and Yan San desperately finally fished out a trace of Wu Tianduo's soul breath and condensed it into this grain of white sand.

With this grain of white sand, at least Yan San is no longer aimless. With this grain of white sand, at this time, Yan San had clearly sensed that Wu Tianduo's soul breath had entered the depths of the white clouds, what was his purpose?

Yan San didn't continue to think about it, a cloud of white clouds enveloped him, and the trial of Shadow Bingfeng's Bingfeng officially began.

And within another white cloud, a stiff-faced, pale monk knelt on one knee, pressed his hands on the solid white cloud on the ground, centered on him, a bright red spread like ink, and the blood-colored swimming snake swam away quickly, and in the blink of an eye pounced in all directions. The monk pressed only half of the palm of his hand on the ground, as if he did not know the pain. If Zhao Kui and the others were still alive, they would be shocked when they saw this person: this person was Wu Tianduo, who should have died a long time ago!

Behind Wu Tianduo, a soldier beast like a jackal stood in a daze, like a sculpture. When a blood snake burrowed into its body, the jackal trembled lightly, as if it had come to life. After Wu Tianduo released thousands of blood snakes, he squatted and stroked the jackal's metal body, and said to himself, "The blood is still a little insufficient, but the Shadow Soldier Peak should be about the same. Hehe, Murong Kuo, you have trapped me for six hundred and fifty years, and you still can't trap me after all, Shadow Soldier Peak uses soul magic to control the iron beast, in front of me, what is your half-hung soul cultivation? Today, let the blood of your descendants pave the way for me, and when I get out of trouble, I will definitely destroy your seedling, and you will not be at peace even if you die!"