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Xiang Zhiwen and the painted skin were pierced together, and almost at the same time, a sword light slashed down, and the painted skin that had lost the support of the soul pill was cut into two. Its soul still wants to escape from its body, but it seems to have an invisible cover, making it difficult for it to fly.

Hou Ying's sword light is back, but the painted skin with the soul pill shows an amazing ability between life and death, even if it is suppressed by inexplicable power, but the absolute crushing of its own realm and the particularity of the soul body are still not something that a small sword repair can destroy.

The brutality of the painting skin is vigorous, the body is destroyed, the years of hard work are once gone, and then an unknown external force intervenes, which makes it realize the danger of its situation; Xiang Zhi's fight back was not surprising, but he suspected that there was a Quanzhen Sect cultivator watching from the sidelines, but such a method was obviously not the path of sword cultivation, so it had to find a safe way to get out.

Jincheng will definitely not be able to go back, lying low and announcing failure, its current problem is first of all to get rid of this layer of cover that is extremely threatening to the soul body, it is difficult to play in it in the naked soul state, it is difficult to move an inch, so it needs another body to temporarily shelter, and after rushing out, it will talk about other things.

It has set its sights on the current body of this Xiao Xiu, and it seems that there is no second choice?

As a ghost king-level soul body with a soul pill, it was born with the ability to occupy a low-level human body, and under normal circumstances, it would not be beneficial to do so, because the mismatched body was a restriction on its strength and cultivation, so it did everything possible to choose a body like Zheng Shiyan whose realm was not much different, but it would never go to a small cultivation body to ask for hardship.

But now, it has no other way but to invade violently, borrow the body to escape, and wait for the hole to escape every day, as for this small repair, the result of being destroyed by such barbarism is nothing more than an end.

When it made a decision, Hou Ying couldn't stop it, his sword couldn't inflict fatal damage on the Painted Skin Soul Body, and the realm powerlessness was the essence.

The painted skin incarnated into a pure energy form, ignoring the long sword that passed through its body, and slammed it upward, straight into the depths of the Purple Mansion of the Waiting Oriole...

This is a trick it is used to, there are two ways for the soul body to invade, one is to enter the sea of consciousness, and the other is to enter the purple mansion abyss; Entering the Sea of Consciousness is to seize the sacrifice, and after entering, there will be a battle with the ontological consciousness, not to mention the delay, it does not want to take the body of such a low-level monk.

Therefore, he can only enter the Purple Mansion Abyss, although he can't control the monk's actions, but the people outside can't help it, unless the Purple Mansion of this minor repair is completely destroyed: it is quite a safe haven, and it is the master who hides from it, which is what it is most afraid of now.

The location of the Human Purple Mansion was all too familiar to him, and so was this one; The soul body collided, and went to the underworld, the abyss of the Purple Mansion, and it was just right to survive.

The next moment...... Hmm, it seems like a bit of a long road?

Ordinary people's purple mansion is a thin film to it, and it opens when it hits, it is a layer of mystery, but this person's purple mansion curved in the twist as if it hit the wrong position, and crashed into the large and small intestines of nine curves and eighteen plates?

There is no end, there is no end; The point is that it found that it couldn't control its soul body after it crashed in, and there was a huge sucking force in front of it, even if it wanted to quit now, it couldn't control its body at all, and it couldn't help it.

I began to fear in my heart, what kind of freak is this, the purple mansion in my body is so magical; A little bridge monk has the power in his body that even the Soul Pill Ghost King can't break free, could it be that this is a reincarnated person?

But the rules of the Heavenly Dao have long forbidden reincarnation.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, but he couldn't struggle, and this whale suction force was not something it could resist at all.

Until, other souls appeared in sight, in groups of three or two, swaying, and some of them even surrounded it with bad intentions.

It is a real form of soul energy, with a consciousness perception that belongs to the soul body, and when you look at these wandering wandering ghosts, you feel a sense of powerlessness from the depths of your heart.

These things are not under its rootless hands in Xilu Mountain, most of them are the souls of soldiers and mortals, and the souls of a very small number of monks are also mainly small cultivators, and there are very few who can go to the three realms of Tongtian before their deaths, but here, it is the only soul pill, and the other soul bodies are at least

The baby has changed, and no matter how high it is, there is more of that unspeakable existence!

What is this place? Painted skin sat on the ground painfully, and there was no sense of resistance for a long time, because how could a soul like this be done here for tens of thousands?

This is the Heavenly Palace of Souls? So, what's that little fix out there?

…… Hou Ying patted his stomach, this idiot crashed headlong into his own purple mansion swimming vortex, and he never thought of it again in this life; Wait for him to kill it slowly, find it sooner or later, and then chop it alive!

When he grabbed Xiang Zhi, he was already dying, even if he stuffed the most precious pill on his body into it, it would be useless.

The collapse of the Purple Mansion is irretrievable.

Enduring grief and surviving a trace of spiritual power, it is not to save people, but to know his last wish.

With his efforts to ask him to open his eyes, Hou Ying didn't want him to waste time on boring things, so he said softly:

"Senior brother, the painted skin has been removed thanks to your entanglement, otherwise I wouldn't have a chance to kill it, junior brother."

Xiang Zhi was already half-conscious at this time, and he didn't have the strength to think about whether he had really stumbled over the painting skin, but as long as the enemy had been eliminated.

Brothers are safe, and the rest doesn't matter.

"The Ghost of the West...... Thou shalt not slaughter...... This is an isolated grudge that should not be expanded...... If I can hide it, I will report it to the sect and say that I failed to go to the realm, and I have nothing to do with others! ”

Grievances can never be calculated, and there is no measurable way to satisfy both parties, and if they cling to this, they will never be possible unless one party is completely destroyed.

Will humanity perish? No!

Humanity is immortal, and ghosts are immortal!

Therefore, man and soul are a state of twin coexistence, which will never change.

Although slaughtering the ghosts and ghosts of the West Hooligans can relieve the anger of the moment, there is no doubt in which period another painting skin will appear, and there will be the next unlucky question; This is the reason why even if a disciple died during the trial in Xihu Mountain, several forces did not slaughter the group of Xihu souls and ghosts.

Xiang Zhi was not worried that the True Church would not do this, but he was worried that his traveling brothers would do such a meaningless thing!

Hou Ying clenched his hand, "Senior brother, don't worry, the West Gang Soul and Ghost will not be slaughtered, but there will never be a second Ghost King in the West Gang Mountain!" ”

Xiang Zhi's hand became weaker and weaker, and Hou Ying asked urgently, "What else does Senior Brother have to entrust?" ”

"No ......"

Xiang Qian closed his eyes and never opened them again.

...... Wangqi buried the sword, and sighed in the wind. Wu Qianhao is in the work, and Chu Bang is a song.