"You ...... this method"

After witnessing Zhao Han's actions, the young lady in the white dress is well-informed and experienced, and she is also amazed at this moment.

Although there was a reason for her to take the initiative to help, a Origin Spirit Martial Artist who had cultivated to the True Spirit Realm was completely killed by a True Spirit Martial Artist in less than a cup of tea, and her form and spirit were destroyed, which really surprised her.

In particular, the soul method that wiped out the true spirit, although it only leaked a wisp of qi, it made her feel threatened.

The young lady in the white dress pondered for a moment and said, "You must not leak it out, otherwise, even those martial arts holy lands will be excited, and you will never have peace." ”

Zhao Han nodded, and a strange light flashed in his eyes: "Of course, I'm not so stupid that I will take the initiative to expose it, but if you want it, I can pass it on to you." ”

"Do you trust me so much?" The young lady in the white dress glanced at Zhao Han with a smile and shook her head, "No need, this is your fate, you yourself have been thinking about cultivation for a long time, as for me, I have my own law, even if it is not as good as you now, it may not be in the future." ”

At this moment, if the self-confidence that rises from her body is substantial, it is the heroism that looks at the world and pushes the precipitation of a lifetime, and it is the confidence to suppress an era with the body of a daughter and beat countless men to bow down, Zhao Han's Fusang True Yang Ten Transformations Refining Divine Law is magical, but she has her own self-confidence to be able to deduce her own law to a higher and stronger level to compete with it.

"Well, you can always ask me if you need to. Zhao Han nodded, no longer verbose, and shot again, killing Poyang Lao Dao on the spot, grinding out his true spirit, and after extracting and refining a piece of Qi, his soul body expanded again, and the Xuantan ladder in the Shenhai was repeatedly tempered and grew out again, and it was not far from the consummation state of the ten ladders.

As for the remaining two Origin Spirit Martial Arts of the Louvre, because they have not yet completely condensed the true spirit, although there is Qi in the soul, it is very rare, but no matter how small the mosquito is, it is also meat, Zhao Han smiled and thanked Bumin, so that his soul and Xuantan have improved a little.

At this point, the ten Origin Soul Martial Arts of the Louvre and the Ziyang Demon Sect who came to chase and kill this wave have all died here, plus the previous Qingyang Palace, the Badaomen and the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion and the Nine-Fingered Beggars Demon and others, in less than half a day, there are more than ten Origin Soul Martial Artists before and after the death, if you add the Origin Soul Martial Arts that died one after another before the Tiger Leaping Cliff, it has set a record in Cangzhou for more than a hundred years, which is enough to set off a monstrous storm and bloody rain in the entire Cangzhou cultivation world.

However, all this has nothing to do with Zhao Han, after killing the remaining two Louvre Origin Spirit Martial Arts, Zhao Han searched the scene and gained a lot, and then quickly left this place with the young lady in the white skirt all the way.

Half a day later, a powerful aura descended here, and a burly figure fell from the clouds in the endless divine light, and after a while, the qi exploded, the void cracked, the mountains collapsed, and the river poured back, and it seemed that the end was coming within a radius of more than ten miles.

After that, another light and shadow came, purple light vertical and horizontal, shining all over the hundred miles, scorching and domineering, steaming and roasting the earth to dry and crack, the red ground for thousands of miles, and there was no living thing.

"Fang Lin, is it you?" After the figure looked around, he roared, like a thunderbolt, tearing the sky, and in an instant, the clouds were dense, the wind and thunder whimpered, and the sky and the earth were dim for a while.

"Not me. The figure known as Fang Lin is the first contemporary person in the Louvre, known as Fang Lin, the strongest person of the young generation in Cangzhou, he is covered in the divine light, and there is a majestic Dao Palace phantom in the void.

"Not you?" the latecomer's voice paused, and then sounded like muffled thunder, "There is no Taixuan Qi machine here, after a few Cangzhou, I can do this level in the Origin Spirit Realm, except for you, only I can do it, do you mean that I Zi Wuji made a move, and even killed my own brother?"

The origin of this latecomer is also not small, it is the only one among the young generation of Cangzhou Realm who can compete with Fang Lin, the young sect master of the Purple Sun Demon Sect, Zi Wuji, he is wrapped in brilliant purple light, and the smoke and haze are surging, and his every move is full of dazzling demonic nature.

"It's not you, either. Fang Lin was not disturbed by Zi Wuji's domineering momentum, his voice was flat, like a god from above, looking down on the world indifferently, even if there were four elites of their Louvre Origin Realm in the field, it would be difficult for him to make ripples in his heart.

Zi Wuji asked: "It's not you, it's not me, who is that?"

"Master. ”

Fang Lin's body was full of brilliance, and a sword-shaped cloud appeared under his feet, supporting him to rise into the air, he held it in the void, and in an instant, there seemed to be thousands of sword lights flashing, turning into a light wheel and cutting in all directions, and a wisp of qi that was about to dissipate between heaven and earth in the next moment suddenly appeared.

"Well, sure enough, it's not far yet!" Fang Lin's eyes lit up, and the clouds around him turned into a huge palm with a loud roar, firmly grasping this wisp of qi.

But in the next moment, this faint qi that seemed to be about to dissipate ignored the giant palm it caught, fluttered forward, passed through this cloud qi giant palm, and then completely dissipated.

Then, in the center of this cloud qi giant palm, a layer of pitch black appeared in the place where the xenomorph qi machine penetrated before, dim and dull, revealing a decaying aging aura, and then quickly spread and rendered at a speed visible to the naked eye, but after a few breaths of effort, this acre of cloud qi palm was corroded, and the sky that was originally blue sky and white clouds seemed to have a black and dark hole, and a terrifying rotten aura spread to the surroundings.

"Well, this is ......" Fang Lin of the cloud head was silent, and only after a moment did he make a move, and instantly blasted out countless sword lights, for a while, the sword shadow was surging like a long river, and the sword light was like mountains and peaks, and the mountains and rivers struck, bombarding the dark hole in the sky from all directions.

After a while, the clouds faded, the light and shadow dimmed, and the black hole in the sky finally dissipated and ceased to exist.

"It's such a strong means, just a wisp of qi left behind makes you have to use all your means, this person's strength is still above you and me, no, and!"

Zi Wuji, who had been silent and watching before, also lost the will to compete at this moment, and the brilliance that lingered around him dimmed, revealing his slender and burly figure, he raised his eyes, and the flat ground seemed to rise two rounds of purple sun, purple light poured out like needle rain, sprinkled in the surrounding void, making a "zizzle" sound, and then disappeared with a trace of invisible scattered qi.