The Iron Wing Hall is a hall dedicated to guarding the original holy path, and in the past, only the most qualified disciples could be selected, but since Yang Zhongcang became the sect master, the Iron Wing Hall has been greatly limited in terms of cultivation resources and daily expenses. Therefore, Zhao Ji has long been angry.

But he was walking on thin ice in the face of the boy, because he knew this seemingly harmless boy. The young man is a very high predecessor of the original holy dao, named Hu Hansen, according to the records of the sect, his cultivation talent is quite high, but he is quite murderous, so he was banned by his master in the back mountain for a hundred years, practicing his heart.

Fortunately, Hu Hansen has no selfish thoughts about the power in the door, and he has been in retreat for many years since he failed to cross the tribulation and became a scattered immortal, and others thought that he had already failed to cross the tribulation and died. Zhao Ji knew that he would inevitably go out of the mountains to cross the tribulation every hundred years, and it had been forty or fifty years since the last time he survived the tribulation.

"The hall master of the Iron Wing Hall only has the cultivation of the out-of-body period, and you can't cultivate with your toes every day?!" Hu Hansen noticed Zhao Ji's cultivation and immediately became angry.

"Mrs. Elder, please calm your anger, please allow the disciple to report!" Zhao Ji immediately knelt down on one knee, but his eyes glanced at the injured elders on the side.

"Huh?" Hu Hansen suddenly noticed that there was a cat here, and hurriedly looked at the elders, but saw that the six elders suddenly flew up without saying a word, and they were ready to scatter and flee.

"Humph!" Hu Hansen flicked the sleeves of his robe, and a bronze mirror appeared out of thin air, instantly differentiating into six copper mirrors, and with a slight flick of the six bronze mirrors, a spiritual light swept by, easily freezing several elders in the air.

The black demonic aura of several elders reflected in the mirror was drumming, and at a glance, they knew that they had fallen into the demonic path for many years.

With a slight sweep of the colorful flying sword on Hu Hansen's side, the six elders were killed in an instant. Six strands of demonic qi burst out from their corpses, merging into a black figure, cursing demonic foul language in their mouths, and quietly retreating towards Hu Hansen.

"Just a demon soul, kill me!" The multicolored light flashed, and the multicolored flying sword quickly stabbed towards the black shadow, and the black figure was instantly split in two, and all kinds of terrible howls came out from it.

After a while, the black shadow returned to its original state, and it was still pointing at the colorful flying sword, and all kinds of words changed the curse.

Seeing that the flying sword could not kill the demon soul, Hu Hansen took out a net bottle, pinched the trick with one hand and patted it at the bottom of the bottle, and there were words in his mouth, and he sent out an amazing suction towards the mouth of the bottle of the demon soul. The demon soul is not an entity, and is sucked out of a long "tail".

With a "pop", the net bottle exploded, and the demon soul took the opportunity to slip away.

"Who?" Hu Hansen noticed that the net bottle was shattered, and immediately shouted angrily, and his thoughts spread out like a tide, and he quickly swept everything within a hundred miles, but found nothing, and immediately became even more angry.

In a dense forest outside the original holy mountain, the boy-like Zero One put down the longbow in his hand, and just now it was he who shot the magic weapon of the net bottle with an arrow and rescued the demon soul.

"How? Now we can talk?! Zero One turned his head and said to Chen Fei, the demon doctor with a face full of vigilance and jealousy.

Yin San'er quickly swept away the treasure house of the original holy path. It's just that Hou Yi has not been seen for a long time, which makes him feel bad. Hou Yi is a big master. You won't forget about him here, will you?

Zhao Ji came to Shancun Hall to receive cultivation resources in high spirits, and just now, after his wife and elder Hu Hansen understood the dilemma of Tieyi Hall, he specially instructed them to come to Tieyi Hall to receive a large number of cultivation materials. Elder Song of the Shancun Hall was flattering to take him to fetch the supplies at this moment. Who knew that this treasure trove contained only empty shelves, chests, and treasure boxes.

"How so? Which did it? Seeing that the treasure vault was emptied, Elder Song fainted with a scream.

"Uncle Song, you dare to swallow the treasure house privately, the disciple really admires it! Hum! Zhao Ji left a mocking word, turned his head and left, obviously going to Hu Hansen to complain.

As soon as he left, Elder Song jumped up from a harrier beside his disciple, and then the sword flew into the sky, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Yin San'er took advantage of the panic of Zhao Ji, Elder Song and the others, and quietly slipped out of the treasure house, urging the Nine Voids to change the technique, turning into a disciple beside Uncle Song, and heading straight down the mountain.

"Stop!" Yin San'er was far away from the mountain gate, and a voice called out to him. Yin San'er secretly said in his heart that he was unlucky, his body had been transformed by the big spider slime, and his ear power was extremely outstanding. It was none other than Gu Chengshan, the beloved grandson of Liu Baizhi, the owner of the original Holy Dao Punishment Hall, who stopped him.

"Why did you get here? Where is this going? Gu Chengshan led a group of monks over and asked casually, "What about your Song Hall Master?" ”

"When did the Song Hall Master come under your control, Senior Brother?" Yin San'er said with a grin, and tidied up his sleeves.

"This? That one? Senior brother is joking with you! Hey! Who told my grandfather to let me patrol the mountain gate! Gu Chengshan waved his hand, and this group of monks dispersed in an encirclement formation.

"I'll go to your grandma's grandpa!" Yin San'er saw a large number of monks flying in the distance, and he could still endure there, and he knocked Gu Chengshan to the ground with one punch, and knocked these minions of monks unconscious with a few punches and kicks.

"Who's making trouble here?" A majestic voice came from afar, and as soon as Yin San'er heard that it was Liu Baizhi's voice, he hurriedly ran away. Fortunately, there were no monks in the rear.

"What's going on? Little cubs? Doesn't it feel good to be empty-handed? Hou Yi asked with a wink.

"Senior Hou, you've already asked for the fifth time!" Yin San'er held his forehead with his hand, his face was very helpless, but he didn't want to be proud in his heart. Not far from the foot of the original holy path mountain, he met Hou Yi, Xiong Da and Jiang Yun'er. Seeing them again, Yin San'er felt like a world away.

Yin San'er gave half of the materials to Hou Yi, and the bear next to him widened his eyes, looked at Yin San'er, and then at Hou Yi, stretched out his thumb, and chattered endlessly to the two people's divine senses: "My admiration for the two of them is like a surging river, endless; It's like a big river bursting its embankment, and it's out of control......" In desperation, Hou Yi and Yin San'er could only take out some supplies to block Xiong Da's mouth.

Until the early morning of the eighth day, when Yin San'er, Jiang Yun'er, Xiong Da and Hou Yi were separated and were about to go to Pingyang Mountain Xinghaiguan to see the real person, the corners of Xiong Da's mouth were still extremely high.

Yin San'er frowned, because he learned from Hou Yi that Zuo Hanlin was slapped away by Yang Zhongcang, and the demonized Yang Zhongcang was desperately killed by Hou Yi. Until now, he didn't know whether Zuo Hanlin was alive or dead.

He had also ventured into the Primordial Holy Dao for several days in a row, searching and inquiring about Zuo Hanlin's figure everywhere, but he didn't get anything at all. Zuo Hanlin seemed to have evaporated from the world.

Seeing Jiang Yun'er looking at herself sympathetically with red eyes, she hurriedly squeezed out a smile, rubbed the little girl's hair vigorously, and took a big stride out of the original holy mountain.

Pingyang Mountain is not in the territory of the Mongolian Yuan, but in the territory of the neighboring Jinghai State. There is a large river between Jinghai and Mengyuan, called Milanze, which is a natural dividing line. Pingyang Mountain is located in the north of Mirandze, and further north is the Boxiang Gobi Desert.

In order to reach Pingyang Mountain as soon as possible, Yin San'er could only put Xiong Da in the Qiankun bag and drive the flying sword to hurry. The first time he piloted the flying sword, Yin San'er was extremely excited, but he lacked the corresponding control skills, and fell off the chain halfway from time to time, but fortunately, he didn't fly high, so he was not seriously injured.

Jiang Yun'er put her arms around Yin San'er's neck, her feet into Yin San'er's clothes, her face full of excitement, chattering in Yin San'er's ears. Among the magic weapons that Yin San'er obtained from the original holy path was the existence of a turtle shell shield, otherwise the cold wind would have filled the little girl speechless.