The white light flashed, He Zichuan and the girl appeared in a corridor outside the pavilion. The girl stuck behind He Zichuan and asked suspiciously, "Hey, perverts, why don't we leave the door, but we have to teleport out secretly?"

He Zichuan explained: "The people of the mysterious organization can use the prohibition of the Heavenly Hades Temple, and I think they have something to do with this Heavenly Hades Temple, and even the so-called Wang, so we better be careful." ”

As soon as the words fell, the dazzling white light of the teleportation array dissipated, and He Zichuan and the girl were stunned to find that there was a white-haired old man in front of them who was looking at them in surprise. The white-haired old man was holding a bead in one hand and holding a pinching posture with the other, and there were some formation flags and other formation materials scattered around him, obviously arranging the formation. When he saw He Zichuan and the girl, he was like seeing a ghost, his eyes widened, his mouth opened as if he could swallow a duck egg, and his unbelievable appearance was very funny.

"Uh...... Old man, ...... you "He Zichuan was hesitating and didn't know how to speak, but he heard the white-haired old man scream, and subconsciously blurted out: "He Zichuan, why did you come out so quickly?"

Hearing this, the embarrassed look on He Zichuan's face suddenly disappeared, he narrowed his eyes, a cold smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and said, "It turns out that Your Excellency knows He, it seems that he is specially here to wait for me?"

The white-haired old man realized that he had said the wrong thing in shock, but now that it had become a narrow road encounter, he did not need to hide anything, so he generously admitted: "Yes, the old man has been waiting here for a long time. ”

He Zichuan sighed with emotion: "I didn't expect you to be so patient and be able to wait outside this hall for five full years. ”

The white-haired old man thought he had misheard, and said in surprise: "What five years? Didn't you just get over a meal?"

This time it was He Zichuan's turn to be stunned, and he hurriedly asked, "When does it start to count?"

The white-haired old man replied as a matter of course, "When else can it be, of course, from when you were attacked by the power of the formation." ”

"Could it be because the time flow rate of the Lingering Pavilion is different from that of the Heavenly Hades Palace? A meal outside the pavilion, and it has been five years in the pavilion?" Although He Zichuan had more doubts in his heart, he obviously didn't have time to dwell on this matter now. He glanced at the materials and array flags scattered on the ground a few times, snorted coldly, and said, "Look at this posture, Your Excellency wants to set up a shadow surprise attack array and ambush He?"

The white-haired old man was shocked by He Zichuan's words, and asked rhetorically: "My array flags haven't returned yet, how do you know that what I want to set up is a shadow surprise attack array?"

He Zichuan waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, you are very familiar with this Heavenly Hades Palace, let me ask you, do you know where the king's bedroom is?"

The white-haired old man was stunned for a moment, and said, "The king's bedroom? You are talking about the palace of the Hades? where are you going?"

He Zichuan nodded, but the white-haired old man suddenly burst out laughing as if he had heard a big joke.

He Zichuan said coldly: "What are you laughing at?"

The white-haired old man laughed breathlessly, and finally barely stopped laughing, and sneered: "I laugh at you for not knowing the height of the sky, although I don't know how you entered the inner hall of the Heavenly Hades Temple, and I don't know what shit luck you took to enter the Lingering Pavilion, but if you want to go to the Hades Palace, it is tantamount to a fool's dream." ”

He Zichuan said unexpectedly: "How do you say this?"

The white-haired old man slowly stopped laughing and said: "Since the beginning of records, this Heavenly Hades Temple is a big Jedi, and no one is allowed to enter, and the Hades Hall is even more of a Jedi among the Jedi, even the Seven Heavenly Venerables of the Heavenly and Human Realms dare not dare to set foot in it, just because you, an ant, still want to enter it, what is this not a fool's dream?"

He Zichuan was horrified in his heart, but there was still a faint look on his face, and he asked, "Heaven and Man Realm?"

The white-haired old man smiled contemptuously and said, "Of course not! Although the scale of this realm can be called a miracle of the cage realm, the cage realm is only a cage realm after all, how could so many masters suddenly be born?"

He Zichuan nodded, the speculation he had been thinking about was finally confirmed, but there was no joy, but instead he felt a sense of humiliation like a livestock being kept in captivity. He forcibly suppressed the chaotic emotions in his heart, and said to the white-haired old man: "Okay, for the sake of your honest answer to my so many questions, I will give you one time, answer my last question, and then tell me the location of the Hades Palace, if you answer well, I will consider sparing your life." ”

When the white-haired old man heard this, he said in his heart that He Zichuan really didn't know the height of the sky, and he only cultivated in the early stage of the Holy Realm, so he dared to say wild words again and again, even if he had a heavy treasure in his hand and could kill Senior Brother Mo, how could his own combat power be comparable to Senior Brother Mo? He wanted to laugh out loud, but he tried hard to forcibly hold back, first, he was quite interested in He Zichuan's last question; second, he had to deal with him for nothing more than to delay time, wait for backup, and ensure that he could be captured without fail; third, he was now deliberately showing weakness to the enemy, and once he started, he could give him a "surprise". Thinking of this, the white-haired old man seemed to have seen He Zichuan's stunned expression for a while, and his heart was so unhappy.

"Boy, let you be rampant for a while, and then the old man will let you, the frog at the bottom of the well, see the real superior exercises!" The white-haired old man thought so in his heart, but said without revealing a drop of water on his mouth: "What questions, you ask." ”

He Zichuan nodded slightly, and asked word by word, "Did you participate in the plan or action to intercept and kill Jinchuan Qin Feiyu?"

The white-haired old man was stunned, he never thought that He Zichuan would ask such a question, and subconsciously answered truthfully: "I am only responsible for delivering the news......"

Before the words fell, he felt a flower in front of him, and He Zichuan, who was still a few feet away, had already rushed in front of his eyes, and he didn't see the opponent's movements at all. The white-haired old man's eyelids jumped, and he turned his hand and took out a sharp and powerful long sword, but before he could make any sword moves, he was grabbed by He Zichuan's neck and mentioned in the air.

He Zichuan's arm is extremely strong, as if it is like an iron tong, let alone breaking free, it is difficult to even let him go slightly, and there is a strange mana attached to the palm of that hand, and when he pinched it like this, the mana of the white-haired old man was instantly stagnant, and he couldn't fight back at all.

"How...... Possible...... Your cultivation ......" The white-haired old man's eyes were furious, he looked at He Zichuan in disbelief, his hands tightly clasped He Zichuan's arm, and he struggled in vain, but the sword he took out had fallen into He Zichuan's hand inexplicably.

He Zichuan smiled cruelly, and said regretfully: "I really want to spare your life, but unfortunately you can't live because of your own sin!" Saying that, the force in his hand suddenly increased a little, and the white-haired old man immediately breathed a little, and the mana in his body began to flow backwards uncontrollably, and the meridians seemed to be pulled out by countless knives, and blood overflowed from his mouth and nose.

"Stop!" At this moment, five more monks hurried in, led by the middle-aged monk.

He Zichuan didn't see this sudden few people, as soon as his palm was loosened, the white-haired old man was about to collapse to the ground, and He Zichuan's five fingers were three inches away, and he buckled the top of the old man's head, and the white-haired old man was immediately sucked by an invisible suction, he rolled his eyes, and wisps of white smoke rose out of his seven orifices, and flowed into He Zichuan's palm.

"You are looking for death!" The middle-aged monk saw that He Zichuan had no intention of stopping, and his heart was furious, he stretched out his hands forward, held a spear, and stomped on the ground with his feet, shooting at He Zichuan like a cannonball.

The mana in He Zichuan's hand slowed down slightly, and the white-haired old man immediately collapsed to the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices, dying of qi, and even the primordial spirit was shattered, unable to reincarnate again.

"It turns out that the temple of Hades is there. He Zichuan muttered, and the corners of his lips hooked up a satisfied arc. Seeing that the middle-aged monk had approached, he sneered again, holding the sword of the white-haired old man in his hand, and slashed forward unhurriedly, the long sword emitted a crisp sword sound, and the sword light dozens of zhang long flashed away.

The middle-aged monk's pupils shrank, and he immediately forcibly stopped his figure, and flashed to the right, and the fleeting sword light grazed his left shoulder, cutting the spear in his hand in two, and the cut surface was as brilliant as a mirror. The middle-aged monk was shocked, but he heard his companion behind him exclaim, "Be careful!"

He suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he was about to withdraw immediately, but he found that He Zichuan was no longer in place, and he was shocked in his heart. At this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a long sword sweeping towards his left side, and if he was swept away, he would not have escaped the fate of being cut in half. The middle-aged monk was so frightened that he subconsciously used the two spears in his hand to do it, but he was surprised to find that the sword seemed to be a phantom, passing through the two spears in his hand without hindrance, and then swept over his waist, he unconsciously touched his waist with his hands, but did not find any wounds. "Is it really an illusion? But it's too real?" a doubt rose in his heart, and then he felt that the world in front of him suddenly turned around, and then the whole world instantly became dark, and he knew nothing. It turned out that his head had been cut to the ground by He Zichuan's sword, and he was not blind, and the Yuan Shen was also sucked away by the sword, and he could not be reincarnated.

The remaining four monks gasped at the same time, took out their respective blades and magic weapons, and stared at He Zichuan in disbelief, as if facing a dangerous beast, and they were on full alert.

He Zichuan sneered, his figure disappeared on the spot, and when he reappeared, he was close to the five people, and the face of a long-faced monk changed greatly, and the long knife in his hand shot out a knife gang, and slashed at He Zichuan's head, He Zichuan flashed sideways, and the long sword in his hand shook out a sword flower, and the long-faced monk immediately turned his head in a different place, and a stream of blood spurted out three zhang, and the original spirit was sucked away by the long sword.

At this time, the second monk's big axe had swept to He Zichuan's waist, and before it could reach his body, He Zichuan felt a tingling pain. He Zichuan had no fear in his eyes, the long sword retracted like lightning, and with a light touch on the big axe, the axe immediately seemed to be hit by a giant hammer, and it slammed into the ground with a "bang". Then He Zichuan's body moved, and the axe-wielding monk only felt that the sword light flashed in front of him, and he had been cut in half, and the primordial spirit was sucked. And the long whip in the hand of the third monk was belatedly at this time, and the long sword in He Zichuan's hand flew up and down, bringing out countless sword shadows, and the movements were smooth, all in one go, and in the blink of an eye, the long whip like a spiritual snake had been cut to pieces. The long-whip monk was shocked when he saw this, but before he could make another move, he was already sucked away by the long sword in He Zichuan's hand in two sections, and the original spirit was once again sucked away by the long sword.

From killing the middle-aged monk to killing four people in succession and sucking away the Yuan Shen, the whole process was only a breath or two, He Zichuan's sword moves were not only dazzlingly fast, but also he killed people and took his soul, without the slightest drag, and it was even more weird everywhere, which made those who witnessed it shudder unconsciously.

The last monk with the long sword in his hand saw that his four companions had been defeated in an instant, and even the original god was nowhere to be found, and his heart was terrified, and he completely lost the courage to fight, and the moment the long whip monk was cut in half, he turned and fled in horror, but as soon as he swept out a few zhang, a long sword stabbed out diagonally, and unexpectedly cut off his right palm holding the sword, and then slashed the horizontal sword, cutting off his head and sucking his original spirit.

The battle only lasted a few breaths before it ended hastily, but the long sword taken from the white-haired old man in He Zichuan's hand had become rusty, and his spirituality was greatly lost, and he saw that he was following in the footsteps of the Qingfeng Sword. He Zichuan sighed in his heart, "This sword is not much different from the Qingfeng Sword, it seems that as my cultivation becomes stronger and stronger, the loss of the sword will also increase exponentially, even if it is nourished by the Yuan Spirit, it is only a drop in the bucket." ”

He casually threw down the sword in his hand, which was almost half-useless, and with one move, he took the severed palm holding the sword into his hand, gently broke the severed palm, took the long sword and took a closer look, then nodded with satisfaction, and threw the sword into his own small world.

"Hey, pervert...... The girl came behind He Zichuan at some point, and spoke timidly, but she stopped talking.

He Zichuan was surprised: "What's wrong?"

The girl hesitated for a moment, but still said: "Pervert, I feel that you have changed, and you feel very cold, cruel, and frightening." ”

He Zichuan was stunned for a moment, and asked rhetorically, "Is it?"

The girl nodded vigorously.

He Zichuan's heart throbbed, but he suddenly showed a warm smile, and said softly: "They are enemies, and being merciful to the enemy is cruel to themselves." In the past, it was because I didn't understand this truth that I killed my loved ones, and I will ...... in the future Never again. ”

The girl didn't seem to understand, she instinctively felt that something was wrong, but as long as she saw He Zichuan's smile, she felt warm all over, and she wouldn't care about anything anymore.

"Let's go, let's go and see how terrifying the Heavenly Hades Temple really is. He Zichuan gently held the girl's wrist, drilled out of the road, and walked towards a mountain road, the girl followed He Zichuan closely, her face was full of simple happiness.

On the mountain road that must be passed through to the Lingering Pavilion, the young girl and the three Transformation Realm cultivators fought together, and the violent aura was like an iron plow, cutting the nearby mountains into a mess.

As if the young girl had been in and out of her house, the courtyard was walking in and out, and between the figures dancing, the three of them were in a big mess and tired of coping. Although the mana she used was only at the level of the middle stage of the transformation realm, the three people who were against her had already faintly fallen behind, if it weren't for their skillful cooperation and the endless magic weapons in their hands, I am afraid that the battle situation at this moment would have already become one-sided.

Suddenly, there was a slight fluctuation in the vitality of heaven and earth, the green girl frowned, the long sleeves were thrown out, and a huge force attached to the sleeves forced the three opponents back a few feet, she took advantage of this gap, sniffed lightly in the air with her nose, and then the worry on her face eased slightly, but showed a touch of joy, and said with a smile: "It seems that your plan is not going well, several people have died." ”

Her smile seemed to carry endless charm, both men and women killed, so that the three people on the opposite side unconsciously surging their hearts, and the three of them immediately used their mental methods to suppress this imminent emotion.

When the yellow-faced old man saw that the young girl had stopped, he also signaled to the two companions not to fight again, and then he pinched his fingers and counted, and his face suddenly turned pale.

The young girl sneered and sneered, "Why don't you go and help?"

The yellow-faced old man arched his hand and said: "Don't bother Lord Lao Qing, the junior brother of the younger generation has already chased after him, with his transformation realm cultivation, isn't it a matter of catching a holy realm prey?"

When the young girl heard this, her face turned cold, and she said coldly: "I just got out of trouble, and I didn't want to waste too much mana, but since you are determined to win, don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

When the three monks on the opposite side heard this, their faces were a little more solemn, and the yellow-faced monk said stubbornly: "In this case, I will ask Lord Qing for advice." ”

The young girl showed a cruel smile, which was similar to her previous silky appearance, which made the three of them feel a chill.