"The power of the soul of entry!" Zhao Ziji gasped, listening to this tone, could it be that the old man in this cave is an elder of my Imperial Sword Sect who is cultivating in the hidden world? He subconsciously wiped the warm liquid that overflowed from his ear and face, and when his hand touched it, there was a viscous touch, and then his eyes showed horror, "This is, blood!"

This soul-like exclamation directly made Yifan beside him weak in fright, and he hurriedly took a few steps back, tripped over himself and fell to the ground, and the spirit sword in his hand, which he usually regarded as life and relied on for survival, was also thrown aside in despair.

"Senior Brother Zhao, I'...... Let's go!" Yifan half-knelt behind Zhao Ziji, completely losing the appearance of showing off his might in front of Yang Mu and the others.

"Useless guy!" Zhao Ziji was not frightened, but for the sake of face, he couldn't wag his tail and beg for mercy in front of these two outer disciples, and run away.

What's more, this is at the foot of the mountain gate of the Imperial Sword Sect, even if there are any strong people with superb cultivation passing by, they will not disturb their cultivation because of the unintentional mistakes of a few people, and they will recklessly kill the inner disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect. In the final analysis, with the status of the Imperial Sword Sect in the western frontier of the Maple Domain, even if he is a grandmaster in the late stage of the Cave Heaven Realm, he will sell face at all.

Zhao Ziji, who pretended to be calm, had some confidence in his heart, he raised his slightly trembling hands, respectfully saluted in the direction of the cave and said: "I don't know which master is resting here, the inner disciple of the Imperial Sword Sect was ordered to patrol the mountain, and there are many disturbances, please forgive me." ”

Zhao Ziji's divine soul pressure has not diminished in the slightest, and he is also a tough guy even if he can't keep silent.

The surroundings were unusually quiet under the power of this Xuanwu Realm Divine Soul, and they could almost hear each other's tense blood pulsations. Yifan hid behind Zhao Ziji and quietly listened to the movement in the cave.

After about ten breaths, Zhao Ziji, who was extremely tormented in waiting, shrank her pupils, and a cold sword suddenly flew out from the entrance of the cave in her sight, and the speed was unimaginable.

Zhao Ziji didn't have any chance to dodge at all, at that moment, the wind and thunder gusted, and the hexagonal crystal snowflakes suddenly floated around, and the cold air hit people.

"Edgeworthiness!"

His legs stiffened in place, and the snowflakes fell on his face, a tingling and cold feeling. But on his neck, there was a blood-smelling liquid that soaked and leaked out along the skin that could not see any scars.

He froze in place, and his right hand unconsciously touched his neck again, so that his hands were full of blood......

"It's a blessing not to track down the identities of Char and others this time. Within three breaths, if you don't leave, the old man will teach Murong a good lesson......

Zhao Ziji was still sluggish, and that cold sword made him feel like he was touching death for the first time in his life. It's not that I linger on this feeling, but I am deeply afraid of it, and I can't extricate myself.

Looking at Yifan hiding beside Zhao Ziji, although he had already been frightened by this terrifying divine soul power, he still retained a trace of reason in his madness. When Chu Muyun's vicissitudes of life and the final warning came into his ears, a drop of blood from the sword mark on Zhao Ziji's neck happened to drip on Yifan's forehead, his eyes subconsciously looked up, repeating the action that Zhao Ziji had been maintaining, he saw that his hands were stained with blood, so he rolled and crawled, howling all the way......

"Don't get out yet!" When it was time to apply another fierce medicine, Chu Muyun directly shouted angrily, waking up the lost Zhao Ziji.

He had planned to deter these two people and let them retreat in the face of difficulties, as for the means of using the power of the divine soul to directly shatter their divine souls without leaving any trouble, maybe the three thousand avenues, Chu Liancheng, who cultivated the future troubles, did it, but it was not his style.

Zhao Ziji, who was awakened from the loss of knowledge, listened to the fear of a ghost crying wolf, and the embarrassed figure that fell three times by a step, and her mood was suddenly infected by the strange atmosphere created by the surrounding environment, and she only felt that her body was full of eyes hidden in the dark. The feeling of being stared at by countless eyes made him feel that even breathing was an unforgivable sin at this time.

If he were given a deep well now, he would just want to bury his head in it and get away from this terrifying place completely. Of course, if this is not true, the fear in his heart became darker and darker, his feet began to take a few steps back uncontrollably, and then he shivered, as if he was being chased by a fierce beast of regret, and ran wildly towards the mountain gate following Yifan's back, and even Mu Chengfeng and Yang Zejun were left aside.

Chu Muyun naturally knew the proportions, and although the power of the Xuanwu Realm Divine Soul was also shrouded in the sky above these two people, he did not deliberately crush them. However, in this process, he also found an opportunity to carefully explore the two of them, and was surprised to find that although Yang Mu and his personality were inclined to forbearance, their cultivation talent and unswerving tenacity were extremely rare.

It's just that the Imperial Sword Sect in the Land of Tigers and Wolves is by no means a good place for them to cultivate.

"The great grace of my predecessors, my two brothers remember it in their hearts. Although Mu Chengfeng is not good at words, his heart is bright.

At the beginning, he was also afraid, and a divine soul power of unknown origin locked on him, so that he did not dare to cross the line in the slightest. It wasn't until later, when he saw the ghostly sword cut through Zhao Ziji's neck, and Yifan was almost frightened, that his heart gradually stabilized.

He didn't care if the powerhouse in this cave was a hidden master of the sect, he only knew that for a powerhouse with the power of the Xuanwu Realm's divine soul, the lives of two sorcerers in the Tattoo Spirit Realm were like ants floating in the ocean, and they were not worth looking at at all.

But the two of them, who are comparable to ants, are at the critical juncture of fighting for their lives, and they are helped by superiors.

Now, no matter what the purpose is, this senior, who has never appeared, has indeed helped his brothers and brothers to deter strong enemies and save their lives. How can you not remember such kindness?

"Well, the sect doesn't have to go back, the two of them are too angry, and they will not be compatible afterwards...... Let's go down the mountain just like that, and the Edgeworth Sect will have nothing to do with you from now on!"

The world is vast, and it is difficult for people to spy on one-tenth of them in their lifetime. But for fledgling practitioners, it is undoubtedly a unique place of trial.

Chu Muyun believed in his own judgment and vision, if he blindly let them curl up in the Imperial Sword Sect, he would continue to suffer from the ridicule and insults of his senior brothers. He knew that the endless silence would eventually one day make them completely explode, and then they would face death without any other choice.

Yang Mu and the others looked at each other, and each saw the determination in their eyes, and they followed the road of patrolling the mountain, away from the sect that had carried countless humiliations and sweat......

Inside the cave, Chu Muyun withdrew the Genius Xuanyuan Technique Death and Life Gate, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

On the opposite side, the pink and jade skin was simply wrapped in red silk, and the half-city red silk that exuded a hazy sense of temptation everywhere slowly opened its bright eyes......