The purple-shirted man was fast, like a lightning speed, quickly crossing the night sky and speeding away into the distance.

Three hours later!

It was the middle of the night.

In the dark night sky, the purple-shirted man who was speeding suddenly stagnated and stopped. Stepping on the void, he just floated in mid-air, looking down at the mountains and forests below, his brows furrowed slightly.

Call!

After a slight silence, the figure of the purple-shirted man quickly fell.

Trample!

The sole of the foot touched the ground lightly and landed firmly on the ground. His eyes swept around gently, although it was the middle of the night, but it had no effect on the purple-shirted man.

Looking at the bloody corpse lying on the ground not far away, the purple-shirted man's brows furrowed even tighter.

At this time, the snowflakes on the ground had already been melted by the sun during the day, although Yan San's body had not yet decomposed, but the rich bloody aura floating around was enough to make some veteran mercenaries nauseous!

"The empty ring is gone, it seems that someone has taken it away!" his eyes swept over Yan San's corpse, the purple-shirted man's eyes sank slightly, and he said softly: "Look, this person should be dead for only a day, and the person who took the empty ring should not be able to go far!"

The purple-shirted man groaned slightly, then shook his head and said, "That's it, that piece of remnant is very important, and there is absolutely no room for loss." ”

The words fell, and the man in the purple shirt untied the knot on his chest.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, the knot was lost, and the huge coffin behind the purple-shirted man fell to the ground with a bang. The heavy weight smashed the ground into a foot-deep pit.

"Baby, come out!" said the purple-shirted man as he reached out and touched the coffin, his voice soft.

Click!

The next moment, in a screeching sound, the coffin slowly opened, revealing a woman inside, about twenty years old, dressed in a snow-white palace dress. The face was beautiful, but the woman's face was pale. There was a cold dead air on his body. Apparently the woman was a corpse.

The next moment, the woman's eyes suddenly opened, revealing a pair of eyes full of dead silence.

"Devour!" Seeing the woman open her eyes, the purple-shirted man raised his hand and pointed at Yan San's corpse. Gently spit out a word.

With the voice of the man in the purple shirt sounded. A glimmer of light flashed in the woman's dead eyes. As soon as his body moved, he burst out of the coffin, and instantly appeared next to Yan San's corpse.

The slender fingers curled into claws. Suddenly buckled on Yan San's bloody head, whose face was no longer visible.

The next moment, the flesh and blood on Yan San's body suddenly began to squirm, and all of them quickly converged towards his head, and Yan San's body quickly dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After five breaths, Yan San's flesh and blood were gone, and only skin and bones remained.

At this moment, the woman's palm clenched suddenly.

Burst!

Yan San's emaciated skeleton-like body, like porcelain, exploded with a bang, and the next moment, a faint glow slowly rose from Yan San's body.

At this time, the woman's mouth opened slightly, and she sucked hard, and the faint glow was instantly inhaled into the woman's body.

Seeing that the woman devoured Yan San's soul into his body, the purple-shirted man took a light breath, reached out with his right hand, and pointed at the woman's eyebrows.

After a few breaths, wisps of faint light emerged from the woman's eyebrows like silk threads, and through her fingers, she quickly surged towards the purple-shirted man, and then through her arms, into the man's eyebrows.

At this time, the man in the purple shirt also closed his eyes in time, and the next moment, pictures appeared in the man's mind.

That picture was the scene of the fierce battle between Yan San and Han Chen during the day, and the man in the purple shirt quickly watched it intently.

The ghostly light like silk threads continued to pour out from the center of the woman's eyebrows, and with the bridge of her fingers, she surged towards the center of the eyebrows of the purple-shirted man, and the picture of Yan San and Han Chen's fierce battle also kept emerging in the purple-shirted man's mind.

This is a rather evil combat skill, in fact, it can no longer be regarded as a combat skill, it should be said to be a secret method, this secret method is called "Soul Searching Technique", and the effect is that you can look through the memories in the depths of other people's souls.

It is said to be evil, but it is because whether it is the person who performs it, or the person who is read through the memory in this way, it will hurt the soul, and in serious cases, it will even die directly due to the collapse of the soul.

Sure enough, as time passed, the purple-shirted man's face gradually turned pale, and between his eyebrows, there was a faint hint of pain.

Half an hour later.

The moment the picture in his mind came to an abrupt end, the purple-shirted man's fingers on the woman's eyebrows quickly withdrew like an electric shock.

After a while, the man in the purple shirt slowly opened his eyes, and immediately exhaled lightly,

At this time, bursts of intense pain continued to emerge from the depths of his head, and the man in purple raised his hand and rubbed his temples, knowing that this was a side effect of performing the "Soul Searching Technique".

Looking at the dead silence and expressionless woman beside him, the purple-shirted man muttered: "Fortunately, I have this baby, otherwise even if I have reached the Sword Emperor realm now, performing the "Soul Searching Technique" once is enough to make my soul origin suffer a heavy blow!"

For others, this "Soul Searching Technique" is a forbidden secret method, and it must not be used lightly. And for the man in the purple shirt, it is the most suitable.

The purple-shirted man first let the female corpse puppet devour the other party's soul, and then used the female corpse puppet's heart seal as a medium to eliminate unnecessary memories, and then slowly read through the "Soul Searching Technique", so that although there was still some damage to his soul, the damage was minimized, and it was not enough to make the soul origin seriously damaged.

However, in this way, the efficacy of "Soul Searching" is naturally greatly reduced!

In this regard, the man in the purple shirt didn't care, judging from Yan San's death time, it was definitely no more than one day, even if the effect of "Soul Searching" was reduced, it could be read for the memory within a day!

After a short rest, the purple-shirted man felt that the sharp pain in his mind had eased slightly, and then his eyes and jaws were slightly reduced, and he began to recall the memories that he had just flipped through from Yan San's soul.

After a while, the purple-shirted man opened his eyes and slowly spit out two words from his mouth: "Han Chen!"

But then, the purple-shirted man's brows furrowed tightly, "The soul memory is actually broken here!"

Through such a simplified version of "Soul Searching Technique", he could only read all the memories within two days before Yan San's death, and Yan San was following Han Chen for three days before his death, and only fought fiercely with Han Chen the day after his death, and died in the hands of the latter.

Therefore, the purple-shirted man only knew that Lu Dao Yansan's empty ring was most likely taken away by Han Chen, but he didn't find out where Han Chen was going.

"It's okay, the appearance and name of Zhilu Dao are the same!" After a while, a cold smile appeared on the purple-shirted man's face, and with a wave of his palm, the female corpse that had been standing quietly for a long time on the side moved and returned to the back of the coffin.

Click!

The pitch-black lid of the coffin slowly closed. Carrying the coffin back on his back, the purple-shirted man raised his head, looked at the thin crescent moon in the sky, and said in a cold tone: "Han Chen, you recuperate and escape from the palm of the emperor's hand!"

Sou!

As soon as the words fell, the purple-shirted man leaped forward, speeding away into the distance at a very fast speed.

Nine hundred miles away in a forest, Han Chen sat next to a big tree, a bonfire was lit in front of him, and two snow rabbits were standing on it, slowly grilling.

At this time, he didn't realize that he had been targeted by a strong man in the Sword Emperor Realm.

I didn't know what to do, because I wanted to wait until my strength broke through and then solve Yan San, so I delayed for three days so that my whereabouts were not detected by the purple-shirted man.

"Hiccup!" After a while, Han Chen ate the two roasted golden snow rabbits, wiped the oil stains on the side of his mouth, and burped contentedly.

After a little rest, Han Chen sat cross-legged, and as his breathing gradually slowed down, he soon entered the cultivation of forgetting both things and self

Five days later.

On the spacious avenue, Han Chen walked slowly, like other mercenary merchants.

However, if you look closely, you can find that every step Han Chen takes, there will be a wisp of true qi under his feet, and then his body seems to move forward slowly and quickly for dozens of meters, but in a moment, he left the other mercenary merchants behind.

At a certain moment, Han Chen's footsteps stagnated slightly, and then he stepped out again, but at this time, his speed was already the same as that of a normal person.

"Huh, this 'Eight Steps to Catch the Cicada' is really difficult to cultivate, five days of non-stop rush to practice, but only to reach the realm of Xiaocheng, it is still far from the realm of Dacheng, as for the realm of the realm of perfection, I don't know when the Dao will be!" (To be continued......)