Ling Huan stood up?...... No, didn't he just stand?" Cui looked at him in a heavy mood. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info take a breath, and he heard the sound of the piano, and suddenly showed joy, and even more shock:

"How is it possible, there is no response from the aura of heaven and earth here, how can Ling Huan do it, besides, he has to break through the terrifying confinement of Taizun?"

The shock in his expression had not yet faded, and he was covered with an even more shocked look, staring at the Qiushui Holy Sword that slashed towards Taizun in amazement, and said in disbelief: "It's not the soul sound, it's actually ...... Unexpectedly, Ling Huan ...... There is something strange about his soul sea, and he can even reach the level of perfect fusion like an arm's finger?"

Cui Lao Wei had a deeper shock, a more terrifying guess, he didn't say it, and he didn't dare to say it. Once it is said, it will be a disaster for Ling Huan here.

Because of his intuition, he was told that in Ling Huan's soul sea, it might be that the Horcrux and the soul man coexisted, and it was also the Three Soul Dao of Qinqishu. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Ling Huan to be imprisoned, and in the state of being imprisoned, just by relying on a single thought, he could make the Qiushui Sword explode like an arm, and slash at Taizun's arms ferociously.

"Impossible, this is not true, under my blood, in the blood realm, how can he be immortal?" Taizun looked at it dumbfounded, the purple flying sword that filled the world, with a terrifying aura, rolled towards his blood-colored face, and he was instantly shocked and unable to think.

Under this blood surface, in the blood realm, it is like a cage, which is almost his absolute realm. But even under the death end, Ling Huan's slightest thought was able to bottom out and rebound, sending out such a terrifying counterattack, it was unimaginable, this is the height that ordinary monks can reach.

However, although he was shocked, he was not frightened, if he was still rebelled by Ling Huan and this little soul in his own blood realm, then he was not worthy of being the Taizun of the Bei'an family.

Seeing the thousands of purple flying swords roaring towards him, Taizun's bloody face distorted and vibrate, and the color of shock disappeared suddenly, revealing arrogance in an instant, and even more disdain, he suddenly spoke: "Feng-"

Although he only said one word, it was like thunder in the sky, like a storm, an evil breath, shocking the sky, rolling and spreading, turning into a terrifying spell, sealing everything alive, thousands of flying swords, purple souls, and enchanted qin...... It's like freezing, everything freezes.

"Ho ho ...... In the old man's blood realm, the old man is the master, Ling Huan, it is in vain for you to struggle, you can only watch the old man and slowly devour everything about you. Taizun successfully sealed, laughed wildly, and sucked in the blood-colored mouth violently, and wanted to suck everything in the soul sea.

When he opened his mouth, a terrible hurricane was formed, and the thunder swept through the heavens and the earth, and the momentum was amazing, and even the heavens and the earth trembled.

But in the next breath, he frowned, showing a look of surprise. Under the huge pressure of the surging wind, Ling Huan's soul sea emitted purple light in an instant, and when it vibrate, it was like a heartbeat, strong and powerful. In this shock, Taizun actually felt it, a strange aura, and a sense of crisis suddenly appeared.

"The old man has sealed everything, how can Ling Huan still have the power to cultivate, how can the old man have a sense of crisis?" Taizun looked around blankly, with a nervous expression. You must know that at this moment, it is the last state of existence after he is desperate, and if he fails, he will really be wiped out.

Suddenly, his sweat pores stood on end, and he finally felt that this dangerous aura came from the outside world, a crisis from the blood-colored phantom body, and it was also his deadliest crisis.

"Impossible, the illusion is strange, as if nothingness, no one can threaten him. Taizun's expression changed, his eyes showed horror, and there was a trace of trembling hidden in it, he suddenly stopped inhaling, and suddenly those evil breaths around him returned in an instant, and a wisp of thought rolled back to the outside world.

But he was only halfway out of this thought, and then he shuddered violently, and let out a hysterical scream: "No—"

His screams came out, with disbelief, dazedness, and unwillingness, but it became weaker and weaker, and his breath was endless, as if he was gradually losing his vitality.

The half-withdrawn thought made him see a scene, a creepy scene. What he had almost forgotten, Ling Huan's Qiushui Holy Sword, with a terrifying intent of destruction, slammed into the hands of the blood-colored phantom body when the purple lightning at the tip of the sword swam, and even severed the connection with the blood world.

"The old man's illusory body is nothing, how can Ling Huan's sword break through the void, impossible, impossible. Taizun's blood-colored phantom body roared, his eyes were dull, but there was awe in his pupils, and there was even more regret.

"Lao Tzu said that Lao Tzu is the descendant of the dragon, the way of the Confucian soul, isn't it something that you and other ghosts and ghosts can covet?" Ling Huan's indifferent voice came out, echoing in the world, and fell into Taizun's ears, like thunder.

When the Qiushui Holy Sword cut off the arms of Taizun's blood-colored phantom body, and cut off the hidden evil connection that invaded Ling Huan's soul sea, Ling Huan's eyebrows flashed with purple lightning, and his consciousness instantly recovered, throwing off the stump arm of Taizun at the placket, and when he retreated, he suddenly closed his eyes.

The moment Ling Huan closed his eyes, his consciousness poured into the sea of souls like a tide, and the power of cultivation exploded, like a big net suddenly shrinking, completely suppressing Taizun's bloody surface and instantly crushing, destroying and decaying.

At this moment, in the blood face, Taizun's residual thoughts were already weakened to the extreme. He was originally a remnant of his thoughts, and after many blows and spells, he was already weak, and he couldn't leave the blood-colored phantom body at all, and then he was cut in two by the holy sword, and he was on the verge of collapse, and he could withstand Ling Huan's wild blow.

"Ling Huan, the old man used his last divine thought to curse your Soul Dao Temple, and it will be taken away......" Taizun's bloody face was hideous, and he roared bitterly.

With unwillingness and resentment, the bloody face collapsed directly, but it did not disperse, under the strong pressure of Ling Huan Xiuwei, he fell to the corner of the soul sea, turning into a blood-colored curse mark, deeply imprinted, lingering.

I'm wet, I respect you too much, you old horseman, you have to plot against Lao Tzu when you die, it's really the nature of a snake and scorpion. Ling Huan's cultivation erupted, frantically crushing the blood-colored curse mark, wanting to destroy it completely, but he found that everything was in vain, this spell mark was like taking root, and it couldn't be destroyed.

At the same time, when the blood-colored phantom body and stump of the Taizun of the outside world collapsed, they turned into a pool of blood, emitting a fishy smell, as if it contained a breath that had been decaying for thousands of years.

"Ling Huan, what's wrong with you, did Taizun hurt your soul sea?" Yin Youmei ignored the incomparably smelly smell, his eyes showed joy and concern, he rushed over, grabbed Ling Huan's big hand, and asked hurriedly.

Cui Lao Wei shook his sleeves suddenly, and the power of cultivation exploded, directly destroying the blood and water into ashes, and then slowly walked in front of Ling Huan, looking at Ling Huan in a daze, with concern in his eyes, and more complicated.

What about the curse, Lao Tzu came to this world, it was a miracle, and it was so difficult to create another miracle. Ling Huan's eyes suddenly opened, the blood in his pupils flashed, he withdrew the Qiushui Holy Sword, smiled, and said proudly:

"This old guy is indeed evil, but Mei'er, you also know that my soul sea is as strong as a meteorite, just for you, and the old puppet of Taizun can't enter it. ”

Yin Youmei was ashamed, and after twisting it vigorously on Ling Huan's big hand, he pulled out his little hand, glanced at him stupidly, and stomped his feet: "You shameless bad embryo, the losers are still worried about you, but you say some light words, beware that I cut your tongue." ”

Having said that, she was clearly shy and happy, how could she look half ashamed and angry, and she was stunned for a moment when she saw someone.

Ling's fiery eyes not only didn't make her attack, but there was a faint surprise. However, after all, there were outsiders present, especially this person, it was still Cui Lao Wei, who had watched her grow up since she was a child, and when her heart was beating wildly, she gave Ling Huan a roll of her eyes.

Cui Lao Wei was apprehensive in his heart, Ling Huan was his appointed grandson-in-law, and in front of him, he flirted with Yin Youmei, and he simply regarded him as an old man, nothing.

So, he put his old face on a straight face, stroked his sparse beard, and reprimanded him with a full posture: "Ahem...... Are you a transparent person when the old man is a transparent person, in front of the old man's eyebrows, have you considered the old man's feelings?

"Besides, the treasure map left by Taizun has not been found, what if it is lost. Also, the Holy Book of Heaven has also been opened, the sooner you get it, the better, if it's late, I'm afraid that there will be more and more masters who rush to hear the news, and you have to mess around and hide away. ”

Wet, this old guy, he really thinks he has a red armband, but he hasn't had time to spit yet. Ling Huan Huo Ran stepped forward, and the thief smiled and said, "Mei'er, let's go, let's mess around, don't pay attention to this old monster who doesn't understand the amorous feelings." (To be continued.) )