The old man's voice has not fallen,

"Ran girl! Sell!!! ”

The explosion of the remnant soul of the saint resounded throughout the stone room:

"This guy has already been completely ghosted, this is his corpse!!"

As the voice sounded, the saint's soul body immediately drilled out of the soul ring, and the black-red soul power gushed out and turned into a sharp blade and slashed into the void.

The space is quiet for a moment,

Xu Yuan saw that the withered old man's head had fallen from the shell, but there was no blood gushing out of it, as if the blood inside had long since dried up.

Breathing stagnantly.

Second-grade demons

The demon who was close to the second grade mentioned from this withered old man was himself!

After the remnant soul of the saint cut off the head of the withered old man, he did not stop moving,

But at the same time as the head rolled, the withered old man's body immediately emitted a rich pitch-black ghostly aura, surging towards the saint's soul body from all directions!

The black-red soul power and the ink-black ghost energy collided, and the entire special stone room shook like an earthquake in an instant!

The concussion lasted for about ten seconds,

The eager voice of the remnant soul of the saint sounded again:

"This thing wants to eat me! Ran girl, if you don't make a move, wait for him to swallow my source soul, we will all die! ”

"The remnant soul of the saint .. Saint Soul Body Saint Source Soul"

The head of the withered old man on the ground let out a strange laugh that seemed to be crazy: "Hehehahahaha!! If it eats you, it's the eldest son."

“.”

Ran Qingmo's hand holding the sword clenched tightly, but he still didn't move.

Because at the moment when the withered old man said that sentence just now, Xu Yuan had already held her wrist in advance.

"Xu Yuan." Ran Qingmo called softly.

Xu Yuan shook his head slightly.

The battle between the Saint's Soul and the Withered Old Man was ten meters away, and the fact that he was still safe and sound in this level of battle could already explain a lot.

"Take me out."

Ran Qingmo thought for a moment, picked up Xu Yuan and ran out along the road.

“.” The remnant soul of a saint.

"Bastard !!"

The saint let out a loud explosion, and forcibly broke out half of his body from between the black mist, like a substantial black-red soul power hormone directly towards Xu Yuan.

But at this time, the formation in the stone chamber had already been activated.

As the white light flickered, white chains shot out towards the soul of the saint in the middle of the stone chamber.

In an instant, the remnant soul of the saint was pierced and fixed by thousands of chains.

The withered old man let out a strange laugh, and the black mist emitted from the corpse began to pour into the saint's soul in a steady stream.

When the remnant soul of the saint saw such a scene, he had already guessed what this pseudo-second-grade demon wanted to do, and shouted:

"Bastard, you dare to !!"

Melt the soul

This second-grade demon ghost dares to try to melt his soul with him!!

After the explosion, the chains that shot out from above the formation immediately became a little illusory, and it seemed that there were signs of crumbling immediately.

The saint began to burn the source soul desperately, but unfortunately it was too late.

Before he could break free from the shackles of the formation, the black ghost qi in the stone chamber had all burrowed into the saint's soul.

The shaking of the stone chamber ceased, and everything in it was plunged into darkness.

Dijing,

Cheonan General Association Gewuin, Cheonkawon.

Tianjia Garden is a high ground, build a pavilion pavilion, surrounded by a small river in the courtyard, from the top of the pavilion to look down is an elegant flow of water.

And at this moment, in the pavilion, there are two people facing each other.

A middle-aged appearance with two gray temples and sharp eyes.

One person has a childish face and a handsome face, and it can be vaguely seen that he was also a handsome boy when he was young.

"Lord Xiangguo is busy with government affairs, so he has time to come to my Gewu Academy?"

Seeing this powerful prime minister, the old man didn't have much respect: "Say, what's the matter?" ”

Xu Yinhe glanced at the other party, did not speak immediately, poured tea with his own hands, and pushed a cup of tea to the other party, before he said lightly:

"I'll come and talk to you if I have nothing to do."

The old man's godly eyes stared at Xu Yinhe for two seconds, and suddenly showed a disdainful smile:

"You're fine, I still have something, tell me if you have something."

The warm afternoon breeze gently blows through the pavilion,

Xu Yinhe was not angry, and drank the fragrant tea in the cup slowly:

"Decades have passed, and you are still the same as before, and it hasn't changed at all."

“.”

The old man shook his head, folded his sleeve robe and picked up the teaglass:

"Urging Tianxun Yuanjing again? The progress of this thing is only less than half, and now the Liuxuan crystal can barely carry the communication array, but the volume is too small, and it is still difficult to compress the energy source Qi into the crystal, and it is at least necessary to completely complete the conservative estimate."

"Jiang He."

Xu Yinhe suddenly interrupted the old man's words, his eyes calm.

“.”

The crane-haired old man named Jiang He was slightly stunned, silent for a moment, and suddenly touched his beard and sneered:

"Heh, are you really free to come and talk to me?"

Xu Yinhe did not deny it, put down the teacup and looked at the courtyard wall under the foot of the imperial capital, and said lightly:

"We've known each other for a while, haven't we?"

Jiang He frowned, recalled slightly, and said in a low voice:

"The capital you entered in the thirty-second year of Yongqing back then, and now it is the forty-fourth year of Jiajing, and the first Jiazi has passed."

Xu Yinhe's sharp eyes carried a hint of reminiscence:

"It's been so long, time flies."

Jiang Hexuan's eyes had a hint of smile, and there was not much respect in his voice, but it was like an old friend:

"Today, Xiangguo, who does not let the decree not go out of the Jinluan Palace, be so sad, hehe"

Xu Yinhe didn't care about the other party's words, but just said lightly:

"There are only a few friends left in the imperial capital who have survived to this day."

Jiang He sneered: "They have all been killed by you and Li Yaoxuan, so naturally there are not a few left." ”

“.” Xu Yinhe.

Li Yaoxuan, the current emperor.

Jiang He stared at the other party's middle-aged appearance with gray temples, and laughed softly:

"After so many years, even if you don't kill them, those people may not be able to live until now, I'm almost like dirt, you kid is still like this, I'm really curious how long you can live with your cultivation now?"

Xu Yinhe raised his eyes and glanced at the old man, thought for a moment, and said in a low voice:

"If there is no improvement in this life, it will be about three jiazi."

Jiang He's old face revealed a touch of envy:

"That's nice."

Xu Yinhe didn't have too many mood swings, but just asked rhetorically:

"Is it meaningful to live a long life?"

"Absolutely."

Jiang He snorted lightly: "If I can live longer and have a little more time to penetrate the formation avenue, it will not be in vain to come to this world." ”

Xu Yinhe smiled at the corner of his lips:

"I'm different from what you're after, but if you want to live longer, you should have listened to King Xiang in the first place."

Hearing this, Jiang He didn't answer immediately, he gently leaned his back on the back of the chair and was silent for a long time, and finally sighed and muttered:

"Practice?"

Jiang He thought of his father who had blurred in his memory, and shook his head:

"If you choose to practice back then, then you will put the cart before the horse, there will be so much time, there will be more time left for cultivation, and there will be less research on the formation path.

"Moreover, I really don't have much interest in the road that the old man paved for me, and now this little cultivation is just for the formation path."

Saying,

Jiang He seemed to think of something, and his old face suddenly became slender, his eyes showed excitement, and he said in a low voice:

"By the way, Xu Yinhe, the big array I told you about four years ago will be completed soon, and the power will be at least twice as large as the Imperial Palace's protective array."

Speaking of this, Jiang He coughed lightly:

"That old man Huahong doesn't give silver, look at this"

Xu Yinhe listened carefully, with a smile in his eyes, but he did not let go:

"Hua Hong's accounts of the Tian'an Chamber of Commerce will be handled by himself, and I will not interfere."

Gewuyuan is very money-burning, especially most of the investment does not see the harvest at all.

Four years ago, Jiang He talked to him and Hua Hong for the first time about this powerful and peerless array.

The rhetoric was almost exactly the same then as it is now.

said that if they invest another 100 million points, as long as they invest another 100 million points, they will be able to produce results immediately.

Then Hua Hong voted,

Then four years passed.

Jiang He's face immediately turned pale when he heard this, he snorted coldly, and raised his glass directly to send off the guests.

Xu Yinhe looked at his old friend's personality as he had at the beginning, chuckled and shook his head, and then suddenly said softly:

"Jiang He, there's something wrong with the Soul Draining Great Array you created."

When Jiang He heard this, his originally flat face was stunned, and gradually became solemn.

But he was not surprised that something happened to the formation.

A perfect formation will naturally go through thousands of calculations before it can be put into practice, but this does not mean that it is perfect. Many things will change over time, and the thousands of variables in reality will also cause the formation to deviate from the test results, and the final formation is to be improved step by step in practice.

Just like the original domestication of demon beasts by the human race, there is still a long way to go in the formations and techniques related to captive ghost fog.

After thinking for a while, Jiang He shook his head and said:

"I know that you, Lord Xiangguo, have nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, tell me the specific situation."

Xu Yinhe groaned slightly and said:

"Changge went to Jingjiang Mansion City again because of some things."

Jiang He frowned slightly: "Jingjiang Mansion is the ghost mist in the mountains near Wuyuan City?" ”

"Hmm." Xu Yinhe.

Jiang He paused slightly, with a hint of hesitation on his old face:

"I remember that ghost fog wasn't guarded by three great grandmasters?"

"Hmm."

Xu Yinhe nodded, and then calmly spit out three words:

"They're all dead."

"Impossible!"

Jiang He stroked his white and long bearded hands and squeezed them suddenly, and his tone was low: "It is impossible for my formation to allow the birth of demons above the fourth rank in the ghost mist. ”

Xu Yinhe calmly stared at the old friend in front of him for a few breaths, and his voice was very soft:

"Demons are not born in the fog of ghosts."

“.”

Hearing this, Jiang He's old face suddenly turned a little pale, his wrinkled palms trembled slightly, and he asked with a little hesitation:

"Ghosting?"

"Hmm." Xu Yinhe gave an affirmative reply.

Jiang He's breathing was slightly short.

It was something he couldn't tolerate to make such a big mistake on top of the formation he had created.

Clench your palms into a fist and hammer your eyebrows hard.

Ban Yu,

Jiang He suddenly raised his eyes and asked:

"Not true. Wrong! If such an accident happens, and the formation is out of control, Jiuyuan City should have been engulfed by that ghost mist at this moment, above the government and the field."

"Oni Seven is there." Xu Yinhe interrupted, his voice very gentle.

"Ghost Seven?"

Jiang He was stunned for a moment, and asked in a slightly hesitant whisper, "The guard who accompanied you when you entered Beijing?" He. Not ghosted?"

Under the warm winter sun, the breeze is warm.

"Ghosted."

Xu Yinhe stared at Jiang He, and his voice still didn't fluctuate:

"Changge said,

"He's been guarding that formation."

The organs, along with the corpse and the viscous blood, went down the corridor as if there was no end.

"Da"

"Da"

"Da"

The sound of boots stomping on the ground sounded unhurriedly in the spiral staircase that swirled downward.

All the way down, Xu Changge looked at everything around him, with a touch of thoughtfulness in his calm eyes.

Lou Ji said that there seemed to be some problems with the ghost fog here.

Although the soul crystals in the Ghost Mist Array here have been delivered on time for the past three months, the people who enter the rotation every month have never gone out.

Now it seems that the change of space here is not as simple as some problems.

While thinking, Xu Changge stepped out of this secluded long road.

Behind the corridor, you will see a beehive-like cave, and a dense stone chamber will hold thousands of powerful ghosts.

Other than that, there were human corpses that had almost been laid flat on the ground.

In the midst of these crowds, he saw two acquaintances.

The two great masters of the third rank had met him in the imperial capital.

But now that the aura of the two of them has been cut off for a long time, the immortal body of the third-grade great master looks particularly strange at this moment.

After a glance, Xu Changge withdrew his gaze and continued to walk forward, and he saw a "living person" in the northeast direction of the cave.

Thin and with a withered face, he knelt quietly in a corner without saying a word.

A huge cave like a beehive, a thin old man hidden in the darkness, strange and deep.

"Da"

"Da"

"Da"

In the dead silence,

Xu Changge walked three meters behind the withered old man and stood still, and silently took out the three-foot Qingfeng from the Sumeru ring, but the sword was not immediately swung down.

Beside the withered old man was a whole box of neatly stacked "soul crystals".

This should be the soul crystal that needs to be supplied to the Cheonan Chamber of Commerce this month.

A touch of puzzlement flashed in Xu Changge's eyes, but it was a little complicated, and he silently put the sword back.

He stood silently, dressed in green clothes like a fairy, so out of place with the hellish scene around him.

In the dark cavern,

The withered old man kneeling in the northeast direction seemed to have finally sensed something, turned his head one hundred and eighty degrees, and looked at Xu Changge behind him.

I was stunned for a long time.

The old man's eyes seemed to have regained some kind of clarity:

"Changgong. Child.? ”

Xu Changge stared at the old man, feeling the ghost aura on the other party's body that was so thick that it was almost substantial:

"You're Oni Seven?"

"Oni Seven?"

The withered old man muttered, then was stunned for a long time, and nodded:

"Old. Slave, I've seen the eldest son."

There was silence in the hellish cavern.

I don't know how long it has been,

The withered old man trembled and pushed the box next to him forward:

"This is this month's soul crystal."

"The old slave is ashamed of Lord Xiangguo."

"Please, long.. Childe, kill the old slave"

(End of chapter)