"Senior Brother Jing!"

Jing Acrylic Lun has been in retreat for two days, and in the city of Wuyu, Jing Acrylic Lun will definitely pay attention to the situation in the outside world, but this time, no matter how Chang Tianzong knocked on the door, no one responded, and he couldn't help but have a little ominous premonition in his heart, and after thinking about it again and again, he finally pushed open the door of Jing Acrylic Lun.

It's just that the moment he entered the door, Chang Tian's eyes couldn't help but stare fiercely, and he exclaimed in surprise.

In the secluded room, the light and shadow were swaying dimly, and Changtian looked at the back of Jing Acrylic Lun, who was facing away from him at the moment, and felt the countless gray-white grievances that swirled out of his body, as if he was possessed by resentful spirits, and countless painful wails seemed to sound in his ears.

All of a sudden, Chang Tianzong produced a scholarly sect senior brother who was standing in the distance of him, not at all a scholarly sect senior brother he had known for more than 30 years, but a resentful spirit with an extremely amazing breath!

"It turned out to be the eldest junior brother. ”

Jing Acrylic's figure did not move, an extremely strange voice came out of his throat, hearing that Changtian was covered in sweat, and subconsciously burst out of his vitality, twenty-six soul veins flew up, tightly holding the folding fan obliquely inserted in his waist behind him, but for a while, cold sweat was already oozing from his hands.

"My good junior brother, why did your breath suddenly become so disordered. ”

Hearing Jing Acrylic's voice, he suddenly saw that the figure of Jing Acrylic in front of him had disappeared, and Chang Tianzong's heart jumped suddenly.

He turned his head with difficulty, only to find that Jing Acrylic was standing behind him and looking at him with a smile on his face.

There was no resentment lingering in the body, and there were no dense black incantations floating on the body, just like in normal times.

It's as if what Fang Changtian saw was an illusion.

However, Chang Tianzong understood that when he reached his cultivation, if he didn't enter some illusionary realm, there would be no dazzling situation at all.

This senior brother of his scholarly sect must have undergone some terrible changes!

Now. There was not a trace of resentment on Jing Acrylic Lun's body, compared with usual, Chang Tianzong couldn't feel any difference between Jing Acrylic at this time and the past, but looking at Jing Acrylic at this time, he still felt a chilling feeling.

"What's wrong with your heart?"

Jing Acrylic said, his gaze was now resting on Changtianzong's chest under Changtian's blue-gray robe, he could feel Changtianzong's chest, there was a kind of power that he felt was interesting, like a maggot attached to the bones, linking Changtianzong's blood all over his body, of course, he could also feel Changtianzong's pulse beating wildly because of fear of himself at the moment.

Chang Tianzong took a deep breath. After calming down, he quietly put down the hand holding the folding fan, hesitated slightly, or tore open the placket, revealing his bronzed chest in front of Jing Acrylic Lun, on which a red peony seemed to bloom in his heart, bright and compelling.

"Interesting, that's a good warning...... Tell me. Who laid the hand. ”

"The captain of the eighty-first detachment, night night. ”

"When did the eighty-first detachment come out, and the captain turned out to be a female cultivator?"

......

"Yes, Lord Che. This night Ling Xi is not only a female cultivator whose appearance is comparable to that of a famous red-sleeved leader, but also her martial arts talent is completely beyond the scope of ordinary female cultivators, and can even be compared to the Tianjiao of major families. Turning your hand can suppress Jing Acrylic's junior brother Chang Tianzong. ”

A dragon monk stood tremblingly at the bottom of the steps, bowing his head and saying in a tone of great awe.

At this moment, a strong man like an iron tower is sitting domineeringly on the upper seat of the mansion, with a good posture in his arms. A nun with dull eyes.

Che Yucheng, captain of the 33rd detachment, 21st on the Qianlong list.

I saw that he was wearing a scarred upper body at the moment, wearing coarse cloth leggings on his lower body, and a giant axe of equal length was inserted into the ground, and endless evil qi was surging out from his body and the bright red axe inserted in the ground, although he did not reveal any breath, but others could feel the infinite pressure pressing on his body like a huge mountain just by seeing his hideous face.

"Ye Lingxi......" When she heard the name Ye Lingxi, the female cultivator who had no brilliance in her eyes suddenly bloomed with a slight light and muttered to herself.

If Ling Xue was here, she would find that the female cultivator who was domineering in Che Yucheng's arms at this moment was the female cultivator who had a relationship during the potential test - Gongsun Lan!

"Why, little beauty, have you heard of her?"

Che Yucheng asked interestingly, since Gongsun Lan fell in his hands, it seemed to have become his unconscious tool to vent his desires, and he hadn't seen her open his mouth again for a long time.

Therefore, now that Gongsun Lan took the initiative to speak, Che Yucheng couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

"I saw her during the Martial Arts Potential Test, when she was a seventh-layer cultivator in the Condensation Pulse Realm, and she was extremely beautiful, but the test results were amazing, and her Silver Silk Martial Soul was rated as a first-class fit. ”

Gongsun Lan's gaze turned gloomy again, and she replied mechanically.

"The appearance is incomparably beautiful, the seventh layer of the Condensation Pulse Realm, the first-class rating, suppressing the Changtian Vertical ...... It seems that she is a nun who is countless times more interesting than you, my grandson pet slave. ”

Sticking to Che Yucheng's bare chest, Gongsun Lan's dull eyes flashed a little undetectable sadness.

......

In a mansion to the west of the Central Zone.

The infinite gray-white resentment in the resentful soul card of Changtianzong frantically swept into the black soul card in Ling Xue's hand, and the pitch-black soul card trembled wildly, and at this moment, the color of the three words of Ye Lingxi written in the official script was changing with the infusion of resentment, which was visible to the naked eye, from the light orange at the beginning, gradually becoming deeper and deeper, until finally, even a bit of demonic red appeared.

At the same time, the aura on Ling Xue's body was also rapidly increasing with his resentment, and the sea of vitality in the dantian was boiling wildly, Ling Xue resisted the urge to break through the Juyuan while compressing the vitality in the dantian again and again.

"It is worthy of being one of the three major forces in the middle area, the resentment soul card of Jing Acrylic's right-hand man, after getting all the resentment, not only my resentment level has been greatly improved, but even the resentment power obtained by the body is far more than the sum of the previous ones!"

One after another, the blood-colored soul veins were never visible, and as Ling Xue's vitality was compressed, the blood color on the soul veins became more and more obvious, and an extremely powerful aura erupted from Ling Xue's body, whirling like a storm, and the rose-red dress was also constantly dancing in this storm.

"Hiss-" When the fourth compression was carried out, the thousands of blood veins connecting the dantian suddenly swelled violently, and one after another fine cracks appeared on each meridian, and the blood continued to seep out from these cracked small cracks, and an extremely painful feeling spread throughout Ling Xue's body, Ling Xue couldn't help but have a slightly white face, and she gasped.

"If it weren't for the fact that the muscles and veins in my body have become more flexible because of the integration of the scabbard of the Broken Army Demon Sword, otherwise just now, I am afraid that the muscles and veins in my body will be broken, it seems that because of the strength of the sword guts and the heart martial soul, the process of condensing my soul veins is countless times more difficult than that of other monks. At first, it was not obvious, but now when it was in the sixth soul vein, it was already extremely obvious, fortunately, when he got the soul card of Changtianzong at that time, he did not choose to absorb these grievances at the first time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. (To be continued.) )