The void flashed, and the black stick returned to Wei Zhen's hand.

"'Sinking'?" Wei Zhen carefully rubbed the rust on the black stick, staring at the leaf that seemed to be about to fall off, and recalled in his mind the scene that had just happened outside the palace.

"Who is the person who came out of the black hole? Ancient Battlefield? What is the place inside this pillar of heaven?"

Wei Zhen's mysteries came out one after another, and the ground under his feet suddenly shook, waking him up in an instant, he flew over and picked up Luo Shan, who was unconscious on the ground.

Looking at the "Luo Shiqing" who stood upright like a wood carving a few zhang away, Wei Zhen rushed out again, he knew that time was running out, he snatched the antique bronze knife in the other party's hand with one hand, and tore off a Yunjin storage bag on his waist.

"Second son Mu Zhihao?"

The essence in his eyes flashed, but the scene in front of him became illusory in an instant, as if a cloud and mist enveloped him, flying up from the ground, a round of blue moon came into view, shattered, dissipated, and then the ice and snow world, the phantom flower world, and the green wind world, one by one, flashed, one by one, and finally there was the seven-story palace that was inserted upside down at the bottom of the sea.

"I can finally leave!" he felt a hint of inexplicable happiness in his heart, and looked down at Luo Shan in his arms, although her face was as pale as paper, but there were still faint breathing fluctuations between her noses, and her sleeping appearance was as pitiful as a baby.

In the distance, there were dozens of clouds of fog that quickly crossed the canopy of the sky, but there were two completely different colors, one as green as jade, and the other as gray as a pearl.

However, in the eyes of everyone in the outside world, they saw the only two remaining pillars of heaven slowly disappearing into the void, and then dozens of light clusters shot out in all directions.

Although the Pillar of Heaven had disappeared, the mist that permeated the thousands of miles of Cangyan Mountain had not dissipated in time, and the entire realm was still shrouded in haze.

In a deep jungle, a sudden flash of light startled away several wild jackals that were foraging nearby.

Wei Zhen's body was slammed and landed firmly on the ground.

"Uh-" There was a slight exhalation in his arms, and Roseanne struggled to open half of her eyes. "Where did we get out?"

She couldn't even look up, and asked weakly.

"Yes. Wei Zhen saw that she woke up on her own, and her eyes couldn't help but show a little sincere joy. He could feel the soft body in his arms gradually getting cold, which made him extremely worried, afraid that she would not be able to sleep like this.

"Don't say more, I will find your senior brother as soon as possible and send you back. Wei Zhen kept his voice low, he knew that Luo Shan's injury was extremely serious, and this injury was in the soul, and I was afraid that only her sect could save it—"If only she hadn't fought so hard in the first place!" he said to himself.

Roxanne didn't seem to hear what he was saying, and his right finger was halfway raised, as if to point to his chest, and then suddenly it hung down, and the man had fainted again.

Wei Zhen was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and finally his gaze gradually fell to her white neck, where a thin red thread was tied.

His heart jumped inexplicably, and a little burning intention rose on his dark face, and his outstretched fingers immediately retracted.

"She shouldn't hate me for being rude—hate it, hate it, how can I, Wei Zhen, be a frivolous person who takes advantage of others?" Wei Zhen's eyes closed, his fingers poked out again, and he quickly untied a cloud button on it, and gently pulled the red thread, and an object in his hand fell in, and there was warmth.

He turned his head and secretly opened his eyes as if he were a thief, and in his palm was a two-inch-long jade slip engraved with a green flame pattern.

It was the "Bamboo Heart Flame" that he had seen several times.

"This is-" Wei Zhen was surprised, and peeked at the sleeping face like a baby, and with a hard hand in his hand, he crushed the jade slip at the same time, watching a blue flame line break through the fog and reach the sky, he didn't know why there was some loss in his heart.

He didn't wait long, a cloud ship rushed through the fog like a lightning speed, and five or six people jumped down from the ship quickly, led by Nanli with a dignified face.

"Who hurt her?"

Nanli calmly took out an orange heart pill and fed it to Luo Shan, held the pulse for a few breaths, seemed to be relieved, and ordered someone to send Luo Shan back to the boat, and then asked.

Wei Zhen knew that the middle-aged man in front of him was the senior brother Nanli in Luo Shan's mouth, and although the other party asked casually, he immediately felt a force overwhelming.

"Disciple of the Mu family, unknown surname. Wei Zhen straightened up, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but there was no anger, although he hated this kind of questioning method of relying on the strong and bullying, but he could also see that Nan Li cared about Luo Shan.

"You really don't know, or don't you dare to say it?" Nan Li's gaze was like a candle, sweeping over the slave mark on Wei Zhen's arm and wrist, staring straight at his eyes, but the coercion of the spirit general was suddenly released.

Wei Zhen only felt that Nanli's gaze penetrated into his heart like a candle, and he knew that his slightest hesitation had not escaped the other party's eyes.

"It's not that I don't dare, but this matter is uncertain - maybe it's Mu Zhihao, the second son of Mu, right?" Wei Zhen hesitated for a while, and finally said the doubts in his heart.

"He?" Nan Li was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but he didn't ask any more questions, and threw out a pocket casually.

Wei Zhen didn't reach out to contact him, and pushed it back directly.

"She has saved my life with no reward. He said in his mouth, although he still couldn't understand why Nanli didn't continue to ask.

"Hehe, a little ambition, this is a little bit of my Nanli's heart, she owes you, she will pay it back by herself!"

Wei Zhen looked at the pocket that slowly fell back into his hand, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Could it be that their brothers and sisters are all temperamental?" In his mind, a fiery figure gradually appeared-I don't know when the next meeting will be?

Wei Zhen looked at the distant foggy sky and thought to himself.

In the pocket, there are dozens of top-grade spirit stones, which are equivalent to tens of thousands of ordinary spirit stones, and they are all attributeless, which is suitable for any spiritual cultivator to absorb.

After a long time, Wei Zhen lowered his head and sighed, and with a full stomach full of thoughts, he slipped into the familiar underground cave world, and did not choose to return directly to the Mu Slave Courtyard.

However, as the surviving disciples of each sect were successively picked up by their respective sects, another piece of explosive news was spread, which made the five mountain boundaries of Linhai Kingdom, including Cangyan Mountain, unsettled and rose again and again.

The reason for this is that the two light clusters of different colors that appear at the end, it is said that they are the wood spirit root and the fire spirit root that exist in the Blue Moon World, and that fire spirit root, because it has absorbed the endless death qi of the Blue Moon World, has undergone a mutation, and it is very likely to grow into a "dead soul fire".

As for the secrets of the major sects, they thought that they would be opened with the seven pillars of heaven, but the rare spiritual roots "Thunder Spirit Root" and "Golden Spirit Root" that appeared never appeared, and the reason was unknown.

Let's not talk about this for now.

At the moment when Wei Zhen blew "Sinking" with the power of his soul sense, only the soul of "Luo Shiqing" was sucked out by the sound of the flute, and in a secret room in Cangyan Mountain, a figure sitting still suddenly let out a heart-rending howl.

With this miserable howl, that figure suddenly rolled down from the stone bed under him, his whole body spasmed and convulsed, and a soul phantom appeared on his heavenly spirit cover, this face was Mu Zhihao.

At this moment, this face was full of endless fear, like an inexplicable force tearing his soul out of his body and flying to an unknown place.

"Uncle Clan, save me!" Mu Zhihao shouted almost in despair.

The door of the secret room was suddenly shattered, Mu Xuande rushed in one step, and when he swept it over, he gestured without hesitation, and a wooden knife flashed and suddenly slashed down.

This knife slashed directly into the void, but there was no sound at all, in Mu Xuande's round pupils, there seemed to be a silk thread faintly flickering, and the wooden knife fell instantly, cutting this dotted line.

At the same time as the line broke, Mu Zhihao's soul returned to the Heavenly Spirit, but the miserable howl in his mouth did not stop, but seemed to be twice as strong as before.

At the moment that outsiders could not know, the soul core that existed in his mental space instantly shattered, and at the same time, the Jiang Dan in the sea of qi shrank sharply, and the majestic spiritual power washed out of his body, suddenly breaking his body into blood and cracking his skin.

Mu Xuande lifted him up, then took out three pills and stuffed them into his mouth, and several spiritual tricks were punched out at the same time, sealing around his body.

But the effect of these actions was very limited, Mu Zhihao's breath was still like water falling off a cliff, falling steadily, and in a few breaths, he had fallen from the middle stage of the spirit general to the early stage of the spirit general, and then from the early stage of the spirit general to the late and middle stage of the spirit captain, and it was not until he reached the early stage of the spirit captain that it stabilized slightly.

Mu Zhihao's body shook a few times, his mouth panted like thunder, and he curled up on the ground like a dead dog.

Inside the secret room, there was silence for a long time.

"Zhihao, what's going on?" Mu Xuande looked at this nephew expressionlessly, but there was a deep regret in the depths of his eyes, deep in his heart, Mu Zhihao was finished.

Mu Zhihao slowly sat up straight, glanced at himself, an incomparably resentful look flashed in his eyes, and when he raised his head, his blood-stained face almost regained his calm.

"The thing that the spirit slave is holding must be a rare spirit treasure, so it can suck out my split soul and affect the deity, if you can get this thing, even if this cultivation falls sharply, it will not be a loss. ”

The greed in his heart was as hot as fire, and he only responded lightly: "Thank you Uncle Clan for saving your life, it's just that there was a little mistake in the 'Soul Splitting Technique'. ”