"Xuanjiao......?" a piercing laugh came from the air, and the voice said gloomily: "Yin Youmei, do you think that the current Xuanjiao is still the terrifying secret sect that used to be?" - No, the Xuanjiao will be my Bei'an Shogunate, a branch of the Tang Dynasty. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"It's not a small tone. Yin Youmei's cultivation power, the earth-shattering explosion, the killing force was pervasive, the momentum was amazing, and the soft sword also appeared in her hand unconsciously.

She never thought that Bei'an Pingju and these widows would be able to quickly know the truth of Xuanjiao, which was an extremely dangerous signal. The other party was not afraid of revealing the secret of heaven and dared to say it unscrupulously, but he was afraid that he would rely on terror, so he didn't let her and Ling Huan leave alive at all.

"Yaga, the little Xuanjiao, in front of my Great Wa Kingdom Bei'an Shogunate, is simply not worth mentioning. The voice shouted violently: "I think that at the beginning, in order to obtain the secret method of ghost power, my Bei'an Shogunate took out a peerless treasure - ninjutsu, and exchanged it with you, but what I could get was pseudo-soul power, and you were very cunning. ”

"That's because you're stupid, you can't even tell the difference between a ghost power and a pseudo soul power. Yin Youmei chuckled, with a flattering smile in her laughter, but deep in her blue eyes, she was as calm as water.

The air shook, and several black-clothed warriors, under Yin Youmei's ghost power, revealed flaws, unable to remain invisible, and slowly appeared in shape.

Yin Youmei's blue eyes flashed with cold light, and when the soft sword shook, a strange power of cultivation locked on these black-clothed warriors from afar, the cold light flashed, and the "poof" sound was soft, and when the heads were rolling, these black-clothed warriors fell to the ground with a bang, and their heads separated.

At the same time, there was a ripple on Yin Youmei's left side, and the two black-clothed men jumped out, and the short knife flashed, and they rushed straight to Yin Youmei's vital place, which turned out to be a poisoned weapon.

In the face of the imminent attack, Yin Youmei did not dodge, but suddenly stretched out his hand and popped out two cold stars. The cold star hit the two black-clothed warriors, and the two of them froze in an instant, freezing like a quick freeze, and the huge inertia still brought them down.

"Bang ......" The two fell to the ground in response, and with a "bang", their bodies fell to pieces in an instant, shattering like ice slag. Such a strange state caused the surrounding air to ripple, obviously shocking those hidden black-clothed warriors.

"Ice Soul Chilling Heart...... someone in the air exclaimed, and when a mysterious black light suddenly appeared, it had already arrived in an instant, and it was close to Yin Youmei's face.

Ling Huan snorted coldly, and with a wave of his big hand, a black shadow flashed, and the Go chessboard collided head-on. "Snort-" The chessboard made a strange noise, and most of it was corroded.

"Be careful. Ling Huan didn't care about the chessboard, picked up Yin Youmei, and the ten-step step of chasing the clouds started in an instant, and with Yin Youmei, he flashed out of the encirclement in an instant, and at the same time detonated the chessboard and injured the enemy.

After all, the chessboard is transformed by holy soul power, as long as Ling Huan's soul power is not exhausted, it is almost infinite. But Ling Huan's strength is not strong after all, and he can't exert the terrifying power of the holy relic, and he can barely block the power of the attack, which is good.

But when Ling Huan took Yin Youmei to a safe place and put her down, he was stunned to find that the chessboard burst did not hurt the enemy, as if those people were hidden in another world.

"It's not good, Bei'an Pingju used the Fuchun Mountain Jutu. Yin Youmei's blue eyes shrank suddenly, and his tone showed nervousness for the first time.

Before her words fell, Ling Huan felt a flash of light, and her foreground changed rapidly, realizing that the two of them were no longer in the temple, but between the green mountains and green waters.

"Beware of all living creatures around you, even plants, trees, trees, and stones, which may have been transformed by samurai. Yin Youmei grabbed Ling Huan and explained urgently: "This Fuchun Mountain Residence Map is a holy relic, with a realm of illusion, which makes people feel like they are in the mountains and forests, killing everywhere. ”

Ling Huan's heart moved, and his eyes showed a strange light. He had experienced this kind of scene before, it was in the holy mountain of paradise, and he experienced it with Gu Jun, a mythological music score space.

At this moment, what made his heart shake was not the re-experience of the transfiguration space, but the reaction of his soul sea. In the depths of his soul sea, there was a mysterious point of light rising into the air, emitting a faint halo of light, connecting with strange fluctuations.

This point of light was the one that Gu Jun had entered into his body at the beginning, and the other point of light, one of the two points, had merged with the calligraphy island and become a part of his book hall.

It turns out that these two points of light are the seeds of calligraphy and painting. On the holy mountain, Gu Jun secretly gave me the essence of the paintings and calligraphy obtained from the stone stele. Ling Huan's heart was sour, he finally understood Gu Jun's good intentions.

Gu Jun separated the seeds of calligraphy and painting from the stone tablet of the Holy Mountain, and planted them in Ling Huan's body, and once the time was ripe, these two seeds would take root and sprout. Isn't that calligraphy light spot experienced in this way?

At this moment, the seed of this painting also has an obvious reaction to the Fuchun Mountain residence picture outside the body. Under the effect of this seed, Ling Huan once again had a feeling that he was different from others, the scenery outside his body seemed to be flawed, and there was a trace of black aura in between.

These black auras were slowly approaching, and one of them was infinitely close to Yin Youmei, almost raising his hand.

"It's not good...... Ling Huan didn't have time to warn, he held Yin Youmei and spun violently, and the two just changed positions. And that black aura was also activated at the same time, and a poison-stained scimitar cut deep into Ling Huan's back.

"Ling Huan......" Yin Youmei exclaimed in a sad voice, his blue eyes were full of blood, and the blood flashed between the waves of his hand, and the soft sword cut off a small tree. After a scream, the tree disappeared strangely, as if it had never existed in the first place.

While killing the attacker, Yin Youmei hugged Ling Huan with her backhand and rushed to a wide place. While looking around vigilantly, she sent out her cultivation to heal Ling Huan's injuries, and said anxiously: "Ling Huan, it doesn't matter if you want it." ”

Ling Huan smiled, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's not in the way, the poisonous snake didn't kill me, let alone this bit of toxin." ”

At the same time, he broke free of Yin Youmei's small hand, and his cultivation shook as he walked, and after a pause, a big stone under his feet shattered. The screams followed, and the big stone disappeared in an instant, like the small tree just now, and there was no trace of it.

"You can actually find the breath of the enemy in the Fuchun Mountain Residence Map. Yin Youmei forgot about her worries and looked at Ling Huan in shock, her eyes full of disbelief.

This Fuchun Mountain Residence Diagram is a holy relic, the biggest feature, is that there is a strong ability to transform, it is said that the Japanese can appear ninjutsu, it is from this picture to get the secret method.

With the ability of Sect Master Yin, this figure is inevitable. But in such a powerful holy diagram, Ling Huan could actually see through the transfiguration, which was simply incredible.

Being able to see through the illusion and through clothes is what I pursue. Ling Huan smiled and said with a mysterious expression: "Now it seems that your master Yin Sect Master is trading with the Japanese people, but I am afraid that the drunkard does not mean to drink, but to come for this painting." ”

In the Soul Sea World, under the influence of that painting seed, Ling Huan's injuries healed quickly. Sometimes he can't help but sigh that it's better in this world, at least injuries and illnesses, and there is no need to queue up in the hospital.

Yin Youmei's delicate body stiffened, her eyes suddenly widened, and she looked at Ling Huan in shock, not understanding why he would say such a thing at this moment. But after all, she was smart and quickly realized something, nodded and whispered:

"My master has crossed the ocean, but I didn't expect this holy painting to arrive here. Alas, the master is an old man, but she missed a good time. ”

As soon as Yin Youmei's words fell, a tree with a crooked neck not far away made a strange voice: "Impossible, the people of the King of Jin have spread the news that your master Yin Sect Master has been buried in the secret realm, and the Holy Mountain of the Xuanjiao Holy Land has now fallen into the hands of the King of Jin, how can your master still be alive." ”

It turned out that all this was done by King Jin, and the Japanese people like Bei'an Pingju came so quickly, in order to find the holy mountain, and happened to catch up with the opening of the calligraphy temple.

Yin Youmei secretly gave Ling Huan a thumbs up in her heart. Bei'an Pingju's words made her suddenly realize that she didn't have to guess hard, the facts had been delivered to her.

Ling Huan did this, not just to solve her doubts, in this mysterious world of holy paintings, there will be infinite possibilities, only by finding Bei An Pingju and killing him can he truly return to reality.

In this fantasy world, Bei'an Pingju is the leader after all, and only these three inches are qualified to own and control this Zhibao Fuchun Mountain Residence Map.

Ling Huan Huo Ran turned around, and in the opposite direction of the crooked neck tree, a handful of low shrubs raised their arms and shouted: "Scattered all over the place—" (To be continued.) )