"Uncle Clan, in your opinion, how sure is this matter going to be successful?" Mu Zhihao asked with a cold face.

The second black-robed man took off the hood on his head, and under the cold light, a solemn old face was reflected, which was Mu Xuande, the elder of the Mu family.

He pondered for a while before he carefully replied: "One thousand living souls and three thousand pure souls have all been prepared, and although the qualifications of the few disciples captured are not comparable to yours, they can be regarded as middle-class and upper-class qualifications." However, the crux of this matter is whether the 'Soul Splitting Technique' that the Black Soul Ancestor used in exchange is true?"

Seeing that Mu Zhihao's eyes were still looking at him, he continued: "A thousand years ago, I was not born, and I didn't know much about that matter, but later I occasionally heard your ancestor mention it, and he highly respected the 'soul splitting technique' of the Netherworld Black Soul Clan. In the world of ancient witches, Changdao people have three souls, the soul of life is hidden, the soul of heaven is above, the soul of the earth is below, and the three souls are gathered, which is like the incarnation of three lives. But this kind of thing against the sky, even in the prosperous era of the witch road, few people can do it, and the successful ones often cultivate to the heavens, killing immortals like ants, equivalent to half a god. The Black Soul Clan's 'Soul Splitting Technique' is based on this amazing witchcraft, dividing the soul into two and invading others' bodies, so that the caster has a second life, but the time is limited. ”

Mu Zhihao listened to him, his eyes flashed, he didn't know what he was thinking, but he said in his mouth.

"Over the years, I have dedicated the souls of more than 10,000 people to the Black Soul Ancestor, and I think that my identity will not deceive a junior in my life. If he breaks his promise, I have my own way to deal with it!"

Mu Xuande saw that he had something to say, and hurriedly persuaded him: "Zhihao, this matter must not be rushed. Even if a thousand-year-old monster like the Black Soul Ancestor is hit hard, it's not something you and I can provoke!"

Mu Zhihao waved his hand to interrupt his words, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, diverting the topic.

"I just don't know how much Zhu Jiuzhong knows about us? He privately set up a platform in the back of Cangyan Mountain to sacrifice to others, begging for longevity, thinking that he kept me in the dark, but he didn't know who he worshipped?"

Mu Xuande returned to his usual solemn expression, and when he heard this, his body shook slightly, and the hood on his neck immediately turned into powder and scattered.

"That's not necessary, I didn't expose his intentions in the first place, just for today's matter, when a few people from his own sect come to him to settle accounts, we just pay some compensation. Mu Zhihao slowly untied his black robe and walked towards the secret room.

Mu Xuande hesitated for a while, and asked with some hesitation, "Ziyina, what are you going to do?"

Mu Zhihao paused for a moment, but he didn't turn around, and said in a tone without the slightest emotion: "The old ancestor is still sitting in the pass, according to his old man's intentions, it is just to find an outstanding disciple in one of the four sects, and in the future, he will marry Ziyin Xu to the other party, so as to obtain protection." If I succeed this time and get this opportunity, I will be able to break through the Spirit King in the future, so why look at people's faces!"

When the words fell, the others had disappeared into the secret room, leaving Mu Xuande alone there.

In the wooden house, Wei Zhen stood up with a pale face, took off his already soaked clothes, put on a new set, and then stared at the new black dots that appeared in his palms.

"The second stage of this forging body is much more difficult than refining bones!"

Those few black dots were the dead blood caused by his inadvertently refining the blood in his body with his spiritual power. In the refining process, if there is too much of this dead blood, it means that not only will he fail to melt his blood, but his own vitality will also be reduced, and he will eventually wither and die.

But his attention quickly diverted, three days had passed earlier, and Fan Tian had never come to look for him again, which made him unstable all the time, and he was even more worried about Xiao Heihei's safety.

"I have to go there again. ”

Wei Xin made up his mind, no longer hesitated, and hurriedly left the wooden house.

It was evening, Wei Zhen ran down the bluestone steps, turned around casually, and saw that there was no one around, so he looked up and looked in the direction, jumped into a karst cave on the ground, and went straight towards the direction of the mountain behind Cangyan Mountain.

Along the way, he occasionally encountered a few slave disciples who were on a group mission, but Wei Zhen avoided the other party from a distance, not wanting to attract anyone's attention.

In the cave world, the light has already dimmed, and the afterglow of the winter sunset occasionally shines down, adding a bit of coldness.

After traveling for thirty miles, the surrounding environment became more and more silent, the sound of insects and birds was clear in the ears, a crooked stream flowed underneath the surface, and the sound of water was continuous.

Wei Zhen squatted down, picked up a puff of water, washed his face, and was about to get up, but he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye.

He took a few steps closer and saw the corpse of a tiger-shaped cat, the body intact, with no scars on the top and bottom, and the death looked very similar to those who sacrificed it.

Wei Xin was shocked, stared into the distance, and ten zhang away, he found the body of another demon beast, which was a fat triangular lizard.

A bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart, and this feeling became more and more intense, Wei Zhen forcibly suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, and followed the stream all the way up.

After walking for ten miles, a deep cave suddenly appeared in front of me, and a trickle of mountain water flowed out of the cave, flowing through a few pieces of bluestone, and slowly merged into the surface stream.

Along the way, he has found the corpses of dozens of beasts, and the dead are exactly the same as tiger cats and triangular lizards, but fortunately, there is no little black black in it.

After hesitating for a moment, Wei Zhen took out the black stick, lifted his spiritual eyes, and walked towards the cave step by step.

The light in the cave was dim, I don't know how deep it was, but under the spiritual eyes, the nearby scene was delicate, Wei Zhen walked forward cautiously, the crystalline soul consciousness in the soul space shone brightly, and at the same time sensed the movement within a few zhang of his body.

The terrain gradually rises to the top, and over a few rocks, the ground suddenly becomes flat and stretched, and a waterhole about several meters wide appears.

The water surface is quiet, and the slightest mist floats quietly above the water, except for the tinkling of flowing water, there is no sound on all sides.

With an inexplicable intuition, Wei Zhen took a few quick steps, stepped in front of the waterhole, his eyes shining, and looked at the bottom of the waterhole burningly.

Sure enough, at the bottom of the clear pool, there was the body of a demon beast crawling quietly. This is a dead iron-armed giant ape, its mighty body occupies almost half of the bottom of the pool, its swarthy mane is as hard as thorns, and its limbs are thick, all of which show its fierce strength in life.

One of the ultimate tasks of the slave courtyard is to kill an iron-armed giant ape, and the reward item is the mental power to cultivate the "Nine Recitation Sutras" that all the disciples of the slave courtyard dream of.

Wei Zhen had already cultivated the "Hundred Knowledge", and he no longer had the same thirst for the "Nine Recitation Sutra" as before, so he ventured to track it down, just to find out, worried that Xiao Hei Hei would be in danger.

As a result, it was not surprising to find that his suspended heart had finally settled, but at this moment he was hesitant to take out the core of this iron-armed giant ape, even if he didn't need to exchange it for the Nine Recitation Sutra, it was enough to exchange it for two thousand spirit stones, which was definitely a lot of wealth.

But tracking it all the way shows that there is a strange phenomenon in it, and this place is by no means a good place, and it cannot be stayed for a long time.

He pondered for a long time, gritted his teeth, and after all, his heart couldn't resist the temptation of the two thousand spirit stones, so he quickly removed the clothes on his body and waded into the water lightly.

The water in the pool is cold, with a bit of chill, from the surface of the water down, although it is a glance to the end, deep into it, only to know that the water is not shallow.

Wei Zhen slowly swam closer, and the black stick handed over to his left hand, but his right hand took out a two-foot short sword given by Fan Tian from the gray storage bag.

This Chiqing short sword also has some origins, called "Shura Sword", which was originally obtained by Fan Tian after being promoted to a spirit general in the Heart Moon Realm - Senluo Battlefield - killing a seven-winged warrior of the Shura Kingdom, his cultivation techniques are more important than strength, and he is better at making axes, so he gave this short sword to Wei Zhen.

Wei Zhen took the sword in his hand, and suddenly felt that his right arm sank, this "Shura Sword" seemed to be light and floating, but the weight was at least about 100 catties, but it was extremely sharp.

With a slight stab from his sword, he sliced through the hard skin of the iron-armed giant ape, revealing a piece of internal organs under his abdomen, and the blackened blood color suddenly stained the pool of water.

Wei Zhen only felt that his vision was slightly dark, and there was a sudden throbbing of fear in his soul consciousness, and he didn't think about it, his body suddenly retreated, and the left stick and right sword stabbed out together.

"Hateful Terran, dare to destroy the body of my demon clan's man!" a black shadow emerged from the middle of the iron-armed giant ape's head, and with a pounce, it quickly retreated.

Wei Zhen stabilized his body and saw the incoming thing clearly, it was a black pig that was not much bigger than the little black and black fat, between the unreal, its sunken little eyes were shocked, and it was staring at the black stick in his left hand angrily and jealously.

"This is a mist monster!" Wei Zhen suddenly remembered the scene in the no-man's land of the Fire Dark Mine, and instantly made a judgment in his heart, and his heart settled down, his black stick was the nemesis of the fog monster.

But the mist monster in front of him that transformed into a black pig was obviously different from those in no man's land, it had a spiritual intelligence, and it spoke people, and those demon beasts on the side of the stream were obviously killed by it, and the reason is unknown.

This little black pig is the demon soul that the demon general Zhu Xianlie escaped.

The cultivation system of the demon race is different from that of the human race. The first demon is equivalent to the spirit of the human race, and the demon of the young pill corresponds to the spirit master and opens up the spiritual wisdom. And the demon in the Lingwei stage, incarnated in a human form, not only cultivated his own inner dan, but also had the same spiritual wisdom as a human, and he also began to have a demon soul, but the demon soul could not leave his body for a moment, otherwise it would be no different from death. Neidan goes one step further, it is Yuan Dan, the demon of Yuan Dan has a spirit to cultivate, and the demon soul can leave the body for seven days, but if a suitable host cannot be found within seven days, it is also a soul that is destroyed.

That night, under the siege of Fan Tian and the others, Zhu Xianlie had to give up his body in order to save his life, but he didn't want the last ray of hope to be shattered by the release of "colorful poisonous butterflies" from the silver sky of Wanhua Mountain. It fled with its soul, only daring to find some demon beasts nearby, hoping to be attached to it, but where could these ordinary demon beasts withstand his demon general's soul, they were all killed instantly, but this iron-armed giant ape opened his spiritual wisdom and volunteered to let him be aspirated, but it was only a day before he died suddenly.

Zhu Xianlie was grateful for its kindness before his death, and only then did the demon spirit appear to prevent Wei Zhen from digging up the hatchling pill in his body.