After thinking about it, he looked up at the middle-aged man and said, "My lord, I don't know if I didn't complete the task, will there be a punishment?"

"Of course. The rewards and punishments are clear, if you don't complete the task, I will deprive you of a level of cultivation. So, if you're going to take on a task, you have to think about it carefully. The middle-aged man said majestically.

Xuan Yi's eyes sank, and then he asked again: "Then what if I wait until I come out and then choose the task?"

"Haha!" the middle-aged man laughed loudly, his voice pierced through the air, and it shook Xuan Yi's ears painfully. After a long time, he suppressed his laughter and sneered: "What a shrewd boy, go in!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand slightly, and a transparent energy enveloped Xuan Yi. Irresistibly, they sent him to another place.

The world was spinning, and by the time he landed, he found that his location had completely changed. He was no longer in the Hall of Merit, but in the ruins of an eternal atmosphere.

It was a desolate place, littered with huge debris. Fragments of palaces, fragments of statues of gods, and many weapons, jade, and statues of beasts.

Xuan Yi's eyes wandered around, and he found himself in a huge world. Hundreds of thousands of miles in circumference, there are huge dilapidated buildings inside.

The wind whistled, and dozens of powerful tornadoes suddenly appeared out of thin air in the distance, whistling and rolling the surrounding sand and debris into it, and then tearing the fragments apart, completely turning them into dust.

"Such a powerful storm, this tearing force has turned even the boulder into powder. If it is a human body, I am afraid that it will not be able to hold a breath. Seeing this scene, Xuan Yi couldn't help but exclaim.

He knew that his body was very strong, much stronger than the average Douwang realm. However, he didn't think his body was stronger than those stones and shards. Those things are the products of antiquity, and they are simple and desolate, hard as precious metal.

Now, even these metal-like shards were torn apart and worn away, and his body couldn't withstand the tornadoes.

"Woo!" the voice sounded like a ghost crying god, and suddenly a gust of wind blew past him, with a chill that made people's hearts palpitate.

He jerked his head back, his eyes staring sharply behind him. At that moment, an invisible aura rushed towards him, and the target was directly at the vest.

However, when he turned his head, he found that there was nothing behind him. Except for the slightest hint of chilly wind, there was a devastation everywhere.

"What's going on? Is it an illusion?" Xuan Yi was surprised in his heart, and after thinking about it, he controlled his soul power and quickly spread it around.

"What's the matter!" At this moment, he found an energy body, and clearly grasped the form of the void energy body in his mind.

That's a person, or maybe it's a soul. The body is illusory, and a pair of eyeballs shine with a dark light. The whole body floats in the air, floating from side to side from time to time.

"Ancient Soul!" exclaimed, and he suddenly understood the identity of this energy. A mass of ancient souls, the life of the yin souls generated by the thoughts left behind by the ancient powerhouses.

"Judging from the breath, it is a group of Doujun-level spirits. There was a fierce light in his eyes, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The ancient spirit is just a wisp of soul, without a body. So using energy to attack has no effect on it at all. The only way is to strangle the soul with the soul.

"This ancient spirit is only at the level of a Dou Jun, and for me, it can be directly devoured. As soon as his mind moved, the powerful soul energy of the early stage of Xuanyi Dou Sheng instantly gushed out, and he wrapped towards the ancient soul of the Dou Jun level.

White soul energy, with an aura of disillusionment.

"Boom!" but the ancient soul was crushed by a powerful soul power, and let out bursts of piercing screams, like a ghost crying wolf.

"You will become my merit point, give me death!" Xuan Yi said coldly, the power of the soul was greatly opened, and the spirit was directly wiped out.

After the last howl, the spirit's form dissipated, leaving behind only a transparent crystal the size of a little finger.

Xuan Yi beckoned, and the crystal flew into his hand. glanced at it lightly, and saw a faint phantom in the crystal, revealing the breath of Doujun.

"An ancient soul at the level of a Dou Jun has 100,000 merit points, I didn't expect that there would be such a rich reward in this Tan Weiying's life and death level. Xuan Yi couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

I remember that I killed more than 2,000 mercenary newcomers before I got more than 20,000 merit points. And now, if you move your soul at will, you can gain 100,000 merit points.

However, he knew in his heart that the number of such ancient souls was very small.

Especially the ancient souls of the Doujun realm, there are even fewer of them. For thousands of years, the killing of generations of blood guards and dark guards has almost wiped out these weak spirits.

The soul of the fighting king, maybe there are more, but it may not be encountered. As for the Fighting Saint-level Ancient Soul, even if he encountered it, he might not be able to kill it. If you are not careful, you will have a life crisis.

As soon as I came in, I ran into a rare Doujun-level Ancient Soul, and I don't know if it was my luck or if it was more unlucky.

Thousands of miles of plain ruins, endless ruins. Countless tall buildings, vast palaces have weathered over time.

Xuan Yi looked at the desolation of the land, his body moved, and he advanced forward.

An ancient soul does not satisfy him. Now that you are here, you must experience life and death and seize powerful resources. Otherwise, it is meaningless.

The huge tornadoes were so violent that all the rocks around them were swallowed up and turned into powder. Everywhere I went, there was dust everywhere.

Xuan Yi walked cautiously, avoiding those terrifying turbulences from afar. It was getting dark, and the cold breath continued to echo around him.

It's a cemetery, and the night is filled with a chilling cold feeling. The products left over from antiquity constitute a little bit of starlight, which is presented in Xuanyi's eyes.

He knew that those glowing dots were fragments left over from antiquity. There are fragments of weapons, fragments of treasures, and some of them are unknown objects.

In the vast ruins, a figure kept moving forward. His steps were steady and powerful, and his eyes were as bright and sharp as starlight.

After walking for about hundreds of miles, Xuan Yi didn't find the slightest. From day to night, he gradually made his way towards the center of the ruins. Although the road was smooth, he knew that the road ahead would not be easy.

"Woo!" A sharp whistling sound came from miles away, and he stood under a ruined statue dozens of meters high, his eyes extremely solemn.

Removing the distant whistling sound, he felt a vague thought enveloping his body. This thought does not have an ethereal feeling like the ancient soul, but is mixed with a fierce killing intent. I knew in my heart that he was being targeted. I just don't know if it's a person from the Heavenly Guard or a person from the Dark Emperor.

"Sizzle!" A deep voice sounded, Xuan Yi's heart sank, and he turned around directly. The voice was drawing a sword. And the place where the voice came out was right behind him.

Turning around, a pair of eyes stared coldly behind him. There, a black figure stood in the darkness, exuding bursts of powerful murderous aura.

"Tianwei?" he said coldly.

"No! A cold voice rang out, and the man walked slowly towards him, a pair of grim eyes flashing from the darkness.

Xuan Yi's heart froze, the reason why he couldn't detect his position before was because this person was not looking at him. If not, you will definitely be able to sense it.

"Before killing, pay attention to it, this person must be proficient in the art of assassination. He said coldly in his heart, his eyes on the unsheathed sword in the man's right hand.

The sword light flickered, and even the night could not stop its own smoothness, it was a peerless sword, a god-level existence.

"Hand over all the treasures, and I'll keep you all dead. The man said in a cold tone.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Xuan Yi's mouth, "Yes, maybe I have to tell you this sentence." You can't kill me, but I can kill you. ”

"Hmph! I don't know if I'm alive or dead. The man snorted coldly, raised his right hand, and a sword light shot towards Xuan Yi with great speed.

"Huh!" with a flick of his right hand, the Blood Stygian Sword appeared in his hand.

He took two steps back slightly, then swept forward sharply, and a sword light with a white light shot out from the Blood Styx Sword, pointing directly at the opponent's sword.

"Poof!" the two swords collided together, making a subtle sound, and then both turned into nothingness.

Xuan Yi smiled slightly, he had already grasped the other party's cultivation. The realm of this dark guard is in the middle stage of Douwang, but its strength is comparable to that of the late stage of Douwang. The sharp sword in his hand also had an amplitude of more than twenty times.

"You're not weak, but you're just a rat compared to me. Speaking indifferently, he raised the Blood Immortal Sword and drew a mysterious trajectory towards the other party.

"The way of destruction, the void cutting!" shouted angrily, and the huge power rushed out.

"Crackle!" another crack as black as ink appeared in the darkness, and pounced on the man with all-devouring energy.

"Hmph!Pathetic Sword Dao!" The man snorted coldly, and his body hidden in the darkness suddenly moved half an inch, dodging the rift in the space that was full of rage.

"Keng!" the sound of the sword roared loudly, and the sword in the man's hand suddenly turned into a rain of swords and fell, with a sense of sadness that confused his mind.

"Pathetic Sword Dao!" Xuan Yi exclaimed in his heart, this fighting skill is the sixth highest fighting skill on the fighting skill list, and it is even higher than the halberd painting.

"Pathetic Sword Dao, one sword to cut the love silk!" the man in black roared, and the sword light flickered, completely enveloping Xuan Yi's body into the sword light.

"The halberd paints the country, and the halberd draws the country!" Xuan Yi was in the center of the sword, his eyes revealed a powerful battle intent, and energy rushed out of his body in an instant, and then raised the blood sword high, bursting out with a powerful power to draw the country.

"Hum!" the blade of the sword rippled, and circles of sharp light forcibly dispersed from the center.

"Boom, boom, boom!" After the sword blade, bursts of powerful energy fluctuations rushed out from the center, and the sword sword skills of the young man were completely shattered.

"The Way of Destruction, the Spatial Crack, the Death Split!" Facing the opponent with the Pathetic Sword Dao, Xuan Yi no longer dared to be careless, and waved his right hand, continuously sending out the Way of Destruction and Destruction.

"Crackle! Crackle!" Two black rays of light tore from the left and right sides of the black-clad man's body, instantly interrupting the attack he was about to unleash.