Pan Huai rented fifty frost moon wolves and spent a lot of money, and there were not many spirit stones left in the Sumeru ring.

Even so, it didn't affect him to cuckold Pang Wei's lung tubes.

Pan Huai reluctantly paid the spirit stone and handed it to Hu Songyuan: "Senior brother, you can also wear one, and the lethality will be doubled!" ”

Since the second junior brother followed Sheng Xi, his thinking has become more and more prosperous.

Such a thoughtful gift, Hu Songyuan refused at all times.

Han Zhilu looked at their senior brother and shirked, and was furious.

There is a time limit for cultivating her to a gold bracelet that has been temporarily promoted to the merger stage, and now that the use time is coming to an end, she plans to fight again.

The black shadow on the ground fused with his body, and Han Zhilu's cultivation actually skyrocketed again.

The snow-white jade flute, which was a natal weapon, had been shattered, and Han Zhilu was seriously injured, using herself as a musical instrument, vibrating the spiritual power around her body and playing a sharp tune.

The sound waves full of murderous intent went straight to Yuanxian.

Just now, he was the one who sent the substitute Gu into Han Jinyuan's body at a critical moment.

Yuan Xian urged the secret treasure, and was about to block it, when the rumbling sound of heavenly thunder rolled in.

"Stay away from my brother!" Sheng Xi noticed Han Zhilu's actions and came to help with Goudan'er.

Even if they are far away, the coercion brought by the heavenly thunder is overwhelming.

Han Zhilu was already seriously injured, and when Tianlei Wei approached, he directly spat out a large mouthful of blood and was forced to interrupt the attack.

She knew that she was not the opponent of Tianlei, so she flew away.

Although they have been calculating each other for many years, as senior brothers and sisters who grew up together, there is a contradiction between the two to seize power, but there is no blood feud.

Now that the enemy is in the lead, Han Zhilu believes that Pang Wei will stand with him, and instinctively flies towards him.

On the way, the gold bracelet broke and shattered into several petals, and Han Zhilu's cultivation suddenly descended from the merger stage back to the transformation stage, and even looked extremely weak because of serious injuries.

She was so full of hatred that she almost substantiated: "Senior brother, I'll lure that dead girl away, and you go and help me kill Yan Che and that black-clothed sword cultivator!" He killed Jinyuan! ”

Pang Wei was also seriously injured and was taking medicine to regulate his breathing.

He hadn't put Yuan Xian's Jin Dan Sword Cultivator in his eyes before, but now that Yuan Xian had killed his sister-in-law, Pang Wei was looking at him for the first time.

Looking at the young man's cold and resolute face, Pang Wei inexplicably felt familiar.

He clearly knew that it was impossible for him to meet Yuan Xian, and suspected that Yuan Xian was similar to a certain big man who had a relationship with him.

Moreover, the identity of this big man must be respected even by him, otherwise it is impossible for him to remember the other party's appearance.

This kid's identity is not simple.

Mo said that he was seriously injured now and did not dare to act rashly. Even in his heyday, realizing that Yuan Xian's background was extraordinary, Pang Wei didn't dare to attack him.

Listening to Han Zhilu's voice urging him to move, Pang Wei asked, "Where is the altar you set up in the Southeast Spirit Realm located?" ”

Han Zhilu twisted her eyebrows: "Is it time to ask this?" ”

"If you don't tell me, why should I help you?" Pang Wei asked rhetorically.

Han Zhilu was annoyed: "He killed Jinyuan!" Kill your son! ”

"I'm not just Jinyuan's son." Pang Wei said and glanced at Hu Songyuan mockingly, "You are not only one." ”

Han Zhilu only felt that all the anger was stuck in her chest, she couldn't go down, she couldn't rise, and she almost exploded.

Darn!

It's all this time, and I still want to talk from her mouth!

The high-level monks of the Southern Spirit Realm all knew that the Southeast Spirit Realm was a thorn in the eye and a thorn in the flesh of the Heavenly Dao, and if they could make waves in the Southeast Spiritual Realm, they would definitely be favored by the Heavenly Dao.

According to the previous news from the Demon Realm, the Merge Stage Cultivators in the Southeast Spirit Realm disappeared without a trace, most of them were seriously injured in the battle with the Demon Clan 30,000 years ago, and have fallen one after another.

Now there is only a group of gods left to support the southeast spirit realm, and the south spirit realm can call the wind and rain if they go to a merger period at will.

Feng Sande was guarding the large array of Jinhan outside the realm, and he couldn't easily meddle in the affairs of the realm.

As long as they can avoid Feng San and his wife and enter the Southeast Spirit Realm, they will be able to do things for the Heavenly Dao.

An altar that has been set up in advance and has not been used for a long time has a high probability of avoiding Feng San's surveillance and directly entering the Southeast Spirit Realm.

Han Zhilu guessed that Pang Wei wanted to curry favor with Heavenly Dao, and his first reaction to anger in his heart was not to avenge his son.

But after calming down, she realized that she was not qualified to order Pang Wei now.

Many of Pang Wei's children are better than Han Jinyuan.

Without Han Jinyuan, Pang Wei pushed other children to seize the power in her hands.

In the face of such a fierce opponent, if she doesn't give some practical benefits, according to Pang Wei's character, she may indeed let go.

The son who has been raised by himself for more than ten years and a son who has not been seen for more than ten years have different weight in Han Zhilu's heart after all.

She gritted her teeth and gave the exact coordinates of the altar: "Located in the direction of the White Tiger, eighteen miles south." ”

Pang Wei raised his eyebrows: "It's gone?" ”

"It's gone, hurry up-" Before Han Zhilu's words were finished, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

The flute in Pang Wei's hand pierced through her heart, directly shattering her almost shattered soul.

Xiao Zhongjian, Pang Wei's mastery at the bottom of the box.

A single blow will hit the monk of the Merge Period.

If it weren't for Pang Wei's previous serious injury, Xiao Zhongjian's power would have been greatly reduced, and Han Zhilu's soul would have dispersed on the spot.

Han Zhilu was stunned, and looked at the person whose face was splashed with warm blood in disbelief: "You ......"

She wanted to question Pang Wei and scold Pang Wei angrily, but she couldn't say a word, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The soul was shattered, and she couldn't even self-detonate the original god and drag Pang Weitong to the end.

Pang Wei injected spiritual power, and the long flute lit up with brilliance, directly shattering Han Zhilu's soul.

Her body was no longer supported, and she staggered to the ground.

Pang Wei's blood-stained hand turned slightly, and the majestic spiritual power overflowed from the long flute, directly shattering Han Zhilu's body and turning it into flying ashes.

He shook off the blood from his hand, took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood-stained flute, and smiled.

"Senior sister, you can go with peace of mind. I will carry forward the Tianyin Pavilion, and the names of you and Master will be passed down from generation to generation in the Tianyin Pavilion. ”

Hu Songyuan saw this scene from afar, his eyes widened in shock, and he subconsciously wanted to rush over.

Pan Huai and Li Duojin hurriedly stopped him: "What are you doing in the past!" ”

Hu Songyuan was furious: "He-"

"Han Zhilu wants to kill you too!" Lu Xiang hurriedly pasted a meditation talisman on him to calm Hu Songyuan down.

Pan Huai nodded again and again: "Yes, senior brother, you don't care about their business." ”

He peeked at Yan Che, hoping that Yan Che wouldn't be too happy at this time.

Yan Che's Meditation Oral Liquid was still working, and there was no expression to be seen.

But he's clearly in a good mood.

Yan Che, who had been bored with his head to draw an acceleration charm for Sheng Xi, drew a fireworks charm.

He threw the talisman into the air, and under the thunderclouds and thunderous sky, one brilliant and colorful fireworks after another exploded.

Pan Huai hurriedly covered Hu Songyuan's eyes.

Even if the people of the Asking Heart Sect drank the Jingxin oral liquid, they could calmly anger people to death.