The handsome young monk overlooked a quaint courtyard below and spoke directly.

This small courtyard is made of mahogany, the shelves, doors, windows, etc. are all wooden, and the beams, pillars, doors and windows and cornice rafters depict a piece of mystical prohibition, although it is not as powerful as the formation in the formation Wuji, but the power is not small, at this moment in the small courtyard, an elegant man is looking up at the sky, and said with a smile: "Lan Caihe, didn't you go to the Treasure Pavilion to exchange the elixir that broke through to the military cultivation?

"Han Xiangzi. ”

The handsome young monk suddenly swooped down, "Yang Xiao is back!"

"Yang Xiao?" the elegant man was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "The guy that Lord Star Lord is looking for?

"If the news is correct, it should be true. The handsome young monk nodded heavily.

"Hahaha...... A hundred years, our Black Dragon Eight Immortals have been waiting for a hundred years, and this Yang Xiao has finally appeared. The elegant man laughed, his voice filled with a chill to the bone.

......

The Far South!

The polar light in the polar sky is colorful and beautiful, but in this beauty, there is an extremely terrifying crisis.

A white-clothed monk sat silently on top of the majestic iceberg with his eyes closed, as if he did not feel the bone-chilling wind around him.

"Lord Dark!"

An old man covered in black qi knelt on the snow-white iceberg and said respectfully, "According to the report of the Black Dragon Eight Immortals, the remnants of the Yang family, Yang Xiao, have returned to the Holy Guardian Camp. ”

"Huh?"

The white-clothed monk sitting on it opened his eyes, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and looked down, "In that case, let's all take action." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

The old man below replied respectfully.

......

In the chaotic and boundless void, between the black gas and churning, huge mountain ranges stand in it, and on top of each huge mountain peak, there are countless dense pitch-black caves, these caves are bottomless, the breeze blows, and a thick black evil breath gushes out, which is very terrifying.

Above thousands of giant peaks in the sky, four big characters composed entirely of black fog quietly shrouded the entire space, and these four ancient characters were impressively-Dark Temple!

One of the huge peaks shrouded in black fog, halfway up the mountain, in a bottomless cave......

"Brother Cheng, the Black Devil has sent news that Yang Xiao has returned and is now in the Holy Guardian Camp. A dark shadow bowed to the first man in a brocade robe.

"Good. ”

Zhou Xingcheng nodded slightly, and said with satisfaction, "Since this Yang Xiao has returned, I must not let him slip away again this time...... Send an order to the black devil, and when necessary, you can personally enter the secret realm of the fire dragon with your body and kill Yang Xiao. ”

"Yes. The black shadow who spoke just now hurriedly replied respectfully.

Zhou Xingcheng nodded silently, and said silently in his heart: "It's been a hundred years, you finally came out, no matter what opportunities you get this time, I won't let you go...... Maybe only when this Yang Xiao disappears completely, will Yu'er change her mind. ”

......

The secret realm of the fire dragon, the camp of the Holy Guardian, in the boundless prairie.

"Han Xiangzi, what should I do about this incident? Iron Boss, they are still in a desolate place, just the two of us, I'm afraid we can't deal with that Yang Xiao, right?" The handsome young monk stood solemnly in front of the quaint courtyard, with a trace of worry in his eyes, "Or, let's find a way to lure Yang Xiao to a desolate place, and snipe that Yang Xiao to death with the help of the bloodthirsty God Destroying Array?"

"Don't be in a hurry, you leave for the Bleak Land immediately, meet with the Iron Boss, and leave the matter here to me. Han Xiangzi, who was dressed in a long robe, waved his hand slightly and spoke.

Lan Caihe nodded slightly, didn't speak, and his body suddenly rose into the sky and disappeared......

"Is it finally going to start?" Looking at Lan Caihe rushing away, Han Xiangzi's eyes slowly became gloomy, this time when he entered the Fire Dragon Secret Realm, the main task was to kill this Yang Xiao, but was Yang Xiao really so easy to deal with?

"This time, even if all my Black Dragon Eight Immortals are killed, you will definitely have no return. ”

Han Xiangzi had a resentment in his heart, the Black Dragon Eight Immortals had known each other for hundreds of years, and they were like brothers, but this time the task was too arduous.

He didn't want to die.

But once they confront Yang Xiao, how many of the Black Dragon Eight Immortals can survive?

"Let's get started. Han Xiangzi forcibly suppressed the resentment in his heart, and immediately turned into a streamer and flew out.

......

This guardian giant city is boundless, and the prairie where the holy guardian is located is also boundless.

The Holy Guardian is divided into two parts, one is the Holy Guardian of the Heavenly Rank Realm, and the other part is the Holy Guardian composed of monks of the Soldier Realm.

In the soldier guard camp, a huge manor like a fairyland, this manor is majestic, at least a hundred times larger than the heavenly level guard camp where Yang Xiao and they are located, and there are several guards in front of the manor, and it is the lord of the soldier camp - Haifeng who lives in this vast manor!

In the League of Guardians...... Those who can serve as the masters of each camp are all peak monks of soldiers, of course, there are also high and low among peak monks, just like this Yu Haifeng, if compared with peak monks who have cultivated for nearly 10,000 years like the guardian city lord, the gap between them is like an ant and an elephant.

"Who's coming?"

"This is the Haifeng Lord's belonging, idle people, etc., please refuse to visit. "In front of the majestic manor, there were nine monks, and all of these nine monks were super masters of the high-level realm of soldiers.

Han Xiangzi landed down and said, "Nine adults, the juniors are here to ask for an important matter to see Lord Haifeng. ”

"Hmph. A high-ranking soldier cultivation guard snorted coldly, "Lord Haifeng, how can you be easily seen by a heaven-level junior?" ”

"My lord, the younger generation is really in a hurry, this matter is very important, and I hope that the adults will be accommodating. Han Xiangzi said anxiously.

Seeing this, the guard of the high-level realm of military cultivation couldn't help but be stunned, and hesitated slightly, after all, the person who came to see him was also the guardian of the saint, although the realm was low, but if there was really an emergency, this responsibility was not something that he could bear as a small soldier guarding the gate.

"Let him in. A cold voice rang out.

"Yes, Lord Haifeng. The nine soldiers and guards outside the door responded in unison.

"Let's go inside. The nine soldiers and guards turned their heads to look at Han Xiangzi and said indifferently.

Han Xiangzi breathed a sigh of relief, bowed slightly, and walked quickly towards the majestic manor in front of him.

......

The manor is like a labyrinth, with twists and turns in the corridors, and there are halls everywhere, and Han Xiangzi can only rely on this guidance in the dark.

Walked for a while......

Han Xiangzi saw a mist rising pool, in the pool, there is a chopstick-thick colorful spirit snake, this spirit snake is covered with small colorful scales, lilac snake pupils, faintly a strange feeling, a strange fresh fragrance, swirling on the body, although only the thickness of chopsticks, but the whole body exudes a sense of elegance and dignity.

Although the spirit snake is not too fierce, it is a little too beautiful......

Moreover, the spirit snake did not have too many sharp attack parts all over its body, but Han Xiangzi could vaguely sense that this body, which was less than three inches long, contained a terrifying power that even a soldier and monk would not dare to underestimate.

The colorful spirit snake was quietly suspended in the sky of the misty pond, and in the lilac pupils, there was no trace of killing breath, but it looked extremely pure and clean, although Han Xiangzi clearly knew that this colorful spirit snake was the one who was fierce and powerful in the entire guardian, but even so, in Han Xiangzi's heart, it was always difficult to resist it.

The colorful spirit snake flicked its tiny tail slightly, stared at Han Xiangzi in front of it with big lilac eyes.

The body stiffly stared at the seemingly harmless colorful spirit snake in front of him, but Han Xiangzi didn't dare to move at all, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said with trembling hands: "Senior Han Xiangzi, meet Lord Haifeng......!"