The golden silk began to vibrate at an extremely high frequency, and the people who had passed out woke up one after another, Lin Shishi opened her confused eyes, looked at the venue where there were many corpses, and instantly remembered everything.

Her mind was filled with fear, and her subconscious struggle touched the golden thread, and the pain from her heart made her face pale, and she was no longer able to twist her body.

Lin Shishi reluctantly raised his head and saw Senior Brother Li not far away, his face was also distorted, and his empty throat couldn't make any sound, but the bruised tendons were enough to explain his pain.

A drop of red and black viscous blood slowly oozed out of the heart, flowing along the gold wire into the copper furnace below, and then split into two, the red turbidity dripped into the flame in the furnace, and the black shadow merged into the shadow at the bottom of the furnace.

Senior Brother Li's struggle slowly stopped, and Lin Shishi caught a glimpse of the wheelchair in the distance, and the desire to survive made her want to scream, but the more intense pain buried all reason.

She let out a silent roar as well, her nails digging deep into the flesh, but this did not counteract the pain that penetrated deep into her bone marrow, and reason was washed away, and only a drop of blood was drawn out by a golden thread.

The entire venue was like a group of demons dancing wildly, and the resentment and essence blood were extracted in the endless torture, when the essence blood of the dozens of blood relatives of the Tang family fell into the furnace, the blood-like flames instantly flourished, and then collapsed, and finally turned into a mellow elixir.

Qingyun dragged his wheelchair into the dark space underground, he stood in front of the copper furnace and stretched out his hand, and the black and red Blood Yuan Pill came to the two of them.

The dazzling lights could not illuminate this space, and the resentment under the furnace swallowed up all the light, and only the glowing glimmer of the Blood Yuan Pill reflected the faces of the two of them.

The fishy sweet smell of the Blood Yuan Pill made Tang Changgeng tremble with excitement, and his dry arms like rotten wood supported the armrests and barely got up, and he grabbed the pill and swallowed it in his stomach.

Qingyun Dao Chang showed a kind smile, and when he saw that Tang Changgeng was almost choking to death, he reached out to help him pat his back.

After a while, Tang Changgeng let out a long sigh, he let go of his arms supporting the armrests, and completely left the wheelchair and stood up.

His hair had become jet black, even to his waist, his shriveled chest had begun to plump, his thin limbs had regained their strength, and even the wrinkles had disappeared and become rosy and delicate.

The old man who was dying was replaced by a burly and sturdy man, Tang Changgeng slapped the wheelchair into scrap metal with a palm in excitement, he turned around, pointed to the wreckage on the ground and looked at the Taoist priest and said excitedly: "Qingyun Daoist, I succeeded, I really regained my youth." ”

"No, there's one last step left unfinished." Qingyun Dao Chang smiled.

Tang Changgeng was stunned, stroking his body around, and wondered, "What else is not finished?" ”

"Look." Qingyun pointed behind him, Tang Changgeng turned his head, and saw the shadow condensed by endless resentment at the bottom of the furnace change into a sharp blade, piercing into the center of his eyebrows in his incomprehensible gaze.

The resentment destroyed his mind in an instant, and Tang Changgeng, who had not had time to be happy, fell to the ground, and was sent into the copper furnace by Qingyun, the Blood Yuan Dan was still strengthening his physique, and more resentment turned into black flames, igniting from the seven orifices.

"Dan hasn't been refined yet, why should Tang Jushi be in a hurry?" Daoist Qingyun shook his head and said with a look of regret, he tore open his face, revealing an even older grimace.

He looked at the sturdy corpse wrapped in black flames, his eyes full of salivation.

The sky of the Tang family was obscured by black clouds, which was the effect of the Nine Shadows Evil Array, and in the past few years, the grievances of nearly 10,000 living beings were released at this moment, turning into a cloud of black smoke and falling into the banquet hall.

In the formation, even those monsters that were not human and ghostly became more ferocious, and when Jiang Ci kicked the three-headed monster open the gate with a punch, one after another substantial sound waves came towards him.

"I originally wanted you two thieves to live a little longer, but I didn't expect to break in by myself."

"Pretending to be a ghost." Yan Yuye snorted coldly, and the sound waves containing the icy spiritual power also rolled out, and the two collided and then disappeared, and the silent aftermath cut off all the bodies in the air.

"Tang Jiang?"

Looking at the extremely miserable corpse, Yan Yuye recognized Tang Jiang and the faces of some Tang family members, but he didn't expect them all to die here.

"It's a pity, there are still a few corpse puppets in these corpses."

A face that was too old to look slowly stretched out from the ground, he first looked at the messy hall with regret, and then looked at Jiang Ci and Yan Yuye, revealing a few sparse white hairs on the top of his head and wrinkled facial features.

The wrinkles on the face almost cover the mouth and eyes, and at first glance they look like three black holes, which makes people extremely uncomfortable.

Qingyun Dao, who was originally kind and kind-eyed, was as hideous as a demon after revealing his true face.

"The little guy is so strong, you will be my first corpse puppet later."

Qingyun looked at Jiang Ci with a greedy and jealous gaze, and when he turned to Yan Yuye, he was instantly shocked: "The breath of the Purple Mansion, you are actually a cultivator of the Purple Mansion Realm?" ”

Qingyun was puzzled in his heart, he lived for one hundred and fifty years, cultivated the Dao for one hundred and thirty-five years, and finally survived until the aura revived and broke through the Purple Mansion, and then used various means to get to the present, almost dead, and now there is actually such a young female doll who has already opened the Purple Mansion?

Yan Yuye naturally ignored him, and Qingyun Lao Dao stared at her for a while before he sighed: "It's a pity, if I caught you earlier to come to alchemy, I'm afraid the grade will be even better." ”

The voice of this demon Dao made Jiang Ci a little dizzy, he secretly ran the White Tiger Taixuan, resisted with Gengjin's murderous aura, and asked, "What is the realm of this old immortal?" ”

"Purple Mansion Triple Building."

Jiang Ci frowned, a little worried in his heart, he didn't expect that the first purple mansion he saw actually had the realm of a triple building.

Seeing this, Yan Yuye chuckled lightly and continued: "It's a pity that he is an old ghost who has run out of longevity, don't say that he is like this now, he is the real triple building, and I will also swing my sword to kill it." ”

Her tone is relaxed, and she is calm in her conversation and laughter, and she has a unique temperament compared with the image of the tsundere in the past.

Qingyun sneered: "The female doll has such a big breath, but I don't know that with a heavy floor and a layer of sky, your cultivation path will come to an end today." ”

"He's stalling for time." Jiang Ci turned his head to look at Yan Yuye and said in a deep voice.

All the grievances gathered in the copper furnace that ignited the black flame, although it was impossible to see what was going on inside, there must be a big problem.

Yan Yuye nodded slightly, and said with his divine sense: "I'll deal with this old ghost, you go and destroy the furnace, that is the eye of the Nine Shadows and Yin Array." ”

Jiang Ci shook Yan Yuye's cold palm, then turned sideways and rushed to the ground in an instant.

Qingyun wasn't worried at all, just stared at Yan Yuye.

Silently, six more monsters appeared, Jiang Ci shouted, the golden body technique enveloped his arms, and a punch smashed the head of the dry corpse that was not afraid of death.

It's just that these monsters are obviously much stronger than the previous ones, and they don't know the pain, even if they are broken by Jiang Ci, they still move freely.

They all have a layer of slippery black bodily fluids on the surface of their bodies, enough to corrode the floor out of the holes, and even Jiang Ci will feel pain if they are contaminated with it, except for their arms.

Facing the monsters that surrounded him, Jiang Ci kicked and flew away, and then the White Tiger Taixuan Fist Sutra was directly cast, and the vague white tiger phantom roared behind him, and he swung out a punch, and the two monsters in front of him exploded.

On the other side, Yan Yuye stretched out her hand and held it, and the blue aura gathered in the palm of her hand, and finally formed an invisible sword, although she said it easily, she was also very cautious, after all, under the suppression of heaven and earth, she only had the strength of a heavy building.

She narrowed her star-like eyes slightly, and threw a sword with a spirit sword in her hand, and the sword qi glowing with blue light swirled around the blade, forming a sword qi dragon several zhang long, roaring and freezing the ground.

Qingyun was slightly surprised: "What kind of spell is this?" ”

I saw that the dust in his hand was swept away, and the sword gasification dragon was torn apart, and the spirit sword flew upside down like an arrow, Yan Yuye reprimanded, and the sword blade slowly stopped in front of her, but she herself took a step back.

"When I catch you and concoct it first, I'll definitely ask the reason for this spell." Qingyun's face was full of greed.

Yan Yuye turned a deaf ear, this time the enemy really had a little meaning in the Void Spirit Realm, she swung her sword out again, this time, the spirit sword was like a waterfall hanging from the sky, and the extremely cold blue sword qi was stirring around, like the water of a big river, with boundless might, and finally accumulated in the ten zhang huge waves, slapping forward.

Qingyun's face became solemn, he didn't intend to take it hard, and disappeared in place in an instant, but to his surprise, the huge wave turned sharply and smashed into his old face again.

The demon road is full of black gas, like a black lacquered stone statue, not moving like a mountain.

There was a faint howl of grievances around his body, and countless twisted faces appeared on the black qi, obviously some kind of yin poison technique cultivated with resentment.

Qingyun swung out a black stone fist, less than five feet tall in front of the giant waves, but the momentum was amazing, and the resentment condensed into a huge grimace, colliding with the blue giant waves, turning into raindrops in the sky.

This time, the two of them completely destroyed this hall, and in the countless ruins, only the copper furnace and resentment in the underground remained.

By the time Jiang Ci got up from the ruins, the six-headed monsters had been completely shattered by him, but he was not shallow in his own consumption, even if these monsters only had one head left, they had to pounce on them and bite them.

He jumped to the ground, only to see that Tang Changgeng in the copper furnace had already turned into a pool of essence blood tumbling in the infinite resentment, gradually turning into an irregular pill.

An extremely majestic energy brewed in it, the golden light lit up and the white tiger roared, Jiang Ci threw a punch with all his strength, but he didn't expect the copper furnace to not move at all, and this infinitely powerful attack was stopped by all the resentment.

He didn't believe in evil, and blasted out again, the pill was like a living thing, trembling slightly, and a spark formed by resentment actually floated out to explode Jiang Ci.

The sparks fell on his body, and there was no damage at all, but Jiang Ci covered his head in pain, this was an attack on the soul, and there were countless resentful ghosts screaming in his brain, which made people unguardable.

He stepped on the copper furnace and retreated, and then silently recited the White Tiger Taixuan Fist Sutra, and fought-for-tat with the intention of supreme killing, so that he was out of danger.