"Are you Luo Shiqing, the missing disciple of the Hundred Treasure Sect?" As soon as Wei Zhen spoke, he immediately knew that his words were ridiculously wrong—how could a disciple of the Hundred Treasure Sect use the spiritual skills passed down from the Mu family?

But the appearance of the person in front of him is clearly Luo Shiqing, and the notice board of the slave courtyard has posted the portraits of several missing disciples, besides, when he was hunting the Earth Flame Scorpion, Wei Zhen had seen this person in person, so he would definitely not recognize the wrong person.

"Who the hell are you?" Wei Zhen asked, his right hand couldn't help but clench the sword of Xiula, what was happening in front of him was too outrageous to explain.

"Hehe, who am I? You take this question to ask Lord Yan?" Luo Shiqing smiled proudly, and a bit of hideous color welled up on his face.

"See the sun!"

Taking advantage of the moment when Wei Zhen was distracted, his antique bronze knife was instantly raised above his head, spinning rapidly in mid-air, and golden copper rays suddenly shot out in all directions.

"Whether you are a human or a ghost, I have decided your fate!" Wei Zhen roared violently, and the black intent around his body instantly steamed, enveloping his figure, and the sword of Seura was urged by him with all his strength, and the little bit of red blood light on the tip of the sword was stained with a little black intent.

He completely gave up his own defense, took a step forward, held the sword in both hands, and slashed down with one sword.

A loud "boom" sounded, and the phantom of a giant shield appeared in front of Luo Shiqing, but at the moment when Wei Zhen raised his sword and slashed down, he felt a strong danger again, and this danger was far better than the moment when the two fought for the first time and Wei Zhen used the Xiula sword.

At this time, a crack appeared in the middle of the giant shield phantom, and then in a blink of an eye, the phantom dissipated, turning into a palm-sized Aoki jade plaque and falling into the palm of "Luo Shiqing".

"With the power of his blow, he actually has the power of a spirit captain, how can this cheap slave do this?" Luo Shiqing watched in shock as Wei Zhen's figure rushed into the mountain road, and patches of piercing blood flowed from the ground.

"You can't run away! I won't let you die easily, whether you are a spirit slave of my Mu clan or a Shura from the Thousand Islands Continent. An inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, put away the jade card, and quickly chased after him.

Wei Zhen's situation has never been so bad, just "Luo Shiqing" "saw the sun" in a flash, and cut seven or eight wounds on his body in an instant, and the most serious one was in the abdomen, and the internal organs could already be clearly seen squirming and bleeding, fortunately, the knife was still half a point short of hitting the position of the qi sea, otherwise he would have burst the qi sea and died tragically on the spot.

He immediately swallowed the purple-cyan pill he had obtained from the disciple of the Da Tian Sect, and the effect of this pill was so good that the trend of bleeding from the wound stopped in a few breaths. If he had the chance, he would simply find a place to recuperate, and it wouldn't take long for him to recover from his injuries.

But Wei Zhen wasn't sure if "Luo Shiqing" had been injured by his full blow, and he only hoped that he could meet Luo Shan before he was caught up by the other party and win her a chance to escape.

Wei Zhen gritted his teeth and ran wildly, and in the distance, he saw a figure standing under the stairs in front of the mountain road, as if waiting for him.

"Run!" Wei Zhen exclaimed from afar.

However, the fiery red figure stood quietly, without moving a step, and when he saw him approaching, he hurried up to meet him.

"You go!" Wei Zhen shouted angrily, his ankle crooked, and he fell to the ground.

Roxanne helped him up with one hand. "You're badly hurt. ”

"Leave me alone! You go quickly! He's coming after him!" Wei Zhen said very quickly, and immediately coughed suddenly, and a mouthful of blood water finally couldn't help but spray out.

"If you want me to go, I'll go, who are you? Besides, if you want me to go, I won't go. Luo Shan's words seemed to be angry, but his expression was extremely calm, and he took out a Xiupa and gently wiped the blood from the corner of Wei Zhen's mouth. "Besides, I can't go even if I want to. She stretched her onion fingers into her sleeve, and when she took it out again, there was an extra water cloud color pill on her fingertips, and without waiting for Wei Zhen to refuse, she directly stuffed it into Wei Zhen's mouth.

Wei Xin sighed inwardly, knowing that this Shuiyun color pill must be a life-saving pill given by her sect. He looked up, and saw that Luo Shan's expression was not half worried and impatient in danger, and his phoenix eyebrows frowned slightly, as if he was worried about his injury.

He looked away, and looked along the mountain road, his eyes were almost immediately dark, at the entrance of the mountain road stairs, not only that, but on the entire staircase, there were countless resentful spirits, led by dozens of resentful spirits with a tall body, and the leader of the resentful spirits who fled at the beginning was impressively listed.

Countless resentful spirits gathered quietly in one place, and did not take the initiative to attack them, but this scene was even more strange, and the hairs stood on end.

"Destined person, promise me, I want my soul to return to my hometown, I can tell you how to start 'sinking'!" The low mysterious female voice sounded in Wei Zhen's mind at this time.

"Who are you?" Wei Zhen asked at the same time, a thought suddenly crossed his heart-could it be that this woman who repeatedly transmitted the sound in his mind was also a resentful spirit? The current situation could not be more obvious, all this had already been arranged by that mysterious woman, and from the moment she entered the Babel Pillar, it had been carried out according to the other party's expectations. But if she is so powerful and can control a lot of resentful spirits, why should she ask for herself?

Wei Zhen only had one intuition in the bottom of his heart, he must not easily agree to the other party, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. However, in the face of the endless resentful spirit, his scalp tingled for a while, and even his heart contracted.

Seeing that Wei Zhen didn't speak, Luo Shan's eyes showed a deep apology, if she hadn't insisted on coming here to have a look, and she had a trace of delusion about the Fire Spirit Root in her heart, they would never have fallen into such a situation.

"It's all my fault, it's not good for you!" Luo Shan lowered her head, she didn't know what Wei Zhen was thinking or hearing at the moment.

"What a pair of outlaw mandarin ducks!"

The figure of "Luo Shiqing" finally appeared, and he was just about to sneer a few times, but it immediately turned into a gasp of cold air, because he also saw the endless resentful spirits on the mountain steps.

"Kill him, turn around, we may still have a chance of life!" Luo Shan whispered in Wei Zhen's ear, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

Wei Zhen remained silent, his mind was still a little confused, even if he killed "Luo Shiqing", how should he deal with these resentful spirits? And the mysterious woman behind the resentful spirits?

"Promise her!" At this moment, another cold voice sounded in Wei Zhen's mind, this voice had appeared before, reminding him that he had dodged a fatal attack from "Luo Shiqing" on the top of that mountain.

Wei Zhen noticed at this time, and at the moment when this voice sounded, the jade bead on his chest seemed to flicker.

"Could it be her?" he suddenly remembered the empty world, there was no sky, no earth, only a girl in black veil under the shadow of a giant tree.

Wei Zhen thought alone, but Luo Shan rushed out with an arrow, and after a few steps, she turned back and smiled at him, and a green flame appeared in the palm of her right hand, but a rune flashed in her left palm.

As soon as she closed her palms, the rune immediately merged into the emerald flames, the flames jumped and flickered, and a verdant bird flew out of the flames, chirped crisply, and went straight to "Luo Shiqing".

"Luo Shiqing" stretched out his hand and shook it, the green wood jade card flashed, and was excited by the spiritual power, and suddenly a huge shield phantom appeared, colliding with the verdant blue bird in an instant, in the roar, the jade card was broken, the blue bird disappeared at the same time, and Luo Shan's figure staggered and fell to the ground.

"Luo Shiqing" spat out a mouthful of blood, a fierce color flashed in his eyes, and the antique bronze knife suddenly rose and slashed mercilessly towards Luo Shan.

All this happened extremely fast, and Wei Zhen wanted to stop it, but it was already too late.

"I promise you!" Wei Zhen's eyes turned red and he roared into the void.

The moment he roared, time seemed to pause for a moment, and the movements of "Luo Shiqing" seemed to be half a minute slower.

"Your soul sense can blow 'sinking'!" the mysterious woman's bass sounded again, and at the same time, a mark appeared on Wei Zhen's forehead, which was extremely small, like the shape of a different flower, and disappeared in a moment.

"'Sinking' Soul Consciousness?" Wei Xinxin suddenly saw the scene he had seen in the space of the giant's remnant soul - a gray phantom, a white mask, a rosy lip stretched out from under the mask, and gently blew a pitch-black flute across the void.

As if he had a heart in his heart, he suddenly raised the black stick to his mouth, and at the only wriggling drum, the two soul senses shone brightly, and they were instantly stimulated to the strongest level.

He didn't actually understand how to "blow" the black stick with his soul sense, but at this moment, he had no distractions, and his soul consciousness condensed the power of his mind and poured straight into the black stick in his hand. But there was a soul consciousness that seemed to be locked by an invisible force, firmly fixed in the soul power space.

At the moment when Wei Zhen made this move, "Luo Shiqing" felt an unprecedented life-and-death crisis, retreated sharply, and quickly fled behind him.

"Om-" An inexplicable sound suddenly burst out from the black stick, this sound was extremely low, as if it did not belong to this world, and it seemed to have been silent for ten thousand years, so that those who heard it seemed to hear something, and it was as if they could not hear anything.

Wei Zhen didn't seem to be affected by it, not far away, "Luo Shiqing", who had no time to escape, was looking at him dumbfounded, and then his frightened gaze gradually became hollow, and a cloud of mist flew out of his Heavenly Spirit Cover, and another face full of fear inside was throbbing and struggling.

This face should have belonged to another person - Mu Zhihao, the second son of the Mu clan who is known as a genius.

Luo Shan had already fainted on the ground, unable to see life and death clearly.

Wei Zhen looked back at himself again, and was equally shocked to find that at this moment, the flesh and blood in his whole body actually withered in an instant, and the lower half of his body almost disappeared, but the next moment the black energy of his whole body boiled like flames, and the lost body was quickly replenished, and so on and so forth.

And the countless resentful spirits on the climbing stairs were like moths to a fire, all of them flew into the only drum bud on the black stick, and the drum bud was like a bottomless pit, devouring all the resentful spirits, including a wisp of Mu Zhihao's soul.

After a few moments, all the resentful spirits vanished, and the buds burst open from the inside, and a small blade like scales quietly unfolded.

"How so?" he finally noticed that something was wrong, and in his astonishment, his body was still standing motionless, but the black stick appeared at the top of this mountain in an instant as if it had passed through the void.

At the top of the place, a lonely palace sits quietly, as if it has taken root, outside the palace, in front of the cliff, there is a lonely figure, vague, not real.

The black stick flew in front of the vague and lonely figure in an instant.