Chapter 12: Temple Spirits

After the figure returned to nothingness, Ye Xiu set up a formation around this hall, preparing to break through the cultivation again.

Ye Xiupan sat on the ground and counted the things he had just obtained, three six-grade Gathering Spirit Pills.

Ye Xiu took one out and swallowed it.

A stream of warmth melted out of the pill and went straight into Ye Xiu's dantian.

Half an hour later, Ye Xiu felt that the aura in his body had broken through, reaching thirteen zhang.

Wait until the first pill is completely refined. Ye Xiu took the remaining two pills in turn.

It wasn't until the aura broke through to eighteen zhang that the pill prescription was consumed.

Immediately, Ye Xiu was about to leave this ancient temple and look for some opportunities elsewhere, but when Ye Xiu got up, a figure appeared in front of him.

The red-clothed and gray-haired, the body is like decay, and there is no face and no mouth, and the appearance of this person adds a little weirdness to this ancient temple that is already a little gloomy.

"What Thou Shalt Do Here"

A dull sound came out, not as if it came from that figure, but more like it came from this ancient temple.

Ye Xiu looked at the strange figure, and his divine thoughts immediately probed into this figure, and found that although this figure exuded the aura of the Jindan Realm, the real body had already been destroyed, and there was only one soul left, and Ye Xiu said: "If you disperse now, I can spare your life."

The words fell, but the red-clothed figure was unmoved.

"Thou art so unaware of the height of the sky"

A gloomy voice came from above the ancient temple again.

A cold light flashed in Ye Xiu's eyes this time, "I don't know how thick the sky is?" ”

Hearing Ye Xiu's words, the red-clothed figure couldn't help but laugh silently, "You are really ridiculous, your cultivation has never even entered the hall, and you dare to humiliate me."

Ye Xiu didn't refute, his cultivation was indeed not worth mentioning for this vast path, but this would definitely not prevent him from killing the soul of this mere Jindan stage, if it was a real Jindan stage monk, maybe it would still be afraid of half a point, but this was just a soul with no strength and mana.

Seeing that Ye Xiu didn't say a word, the red-clothed figure stretched out his palm, and suddenly, the palm of the red-clothed figure continued to expand until the size of the palm became about ten times the original, and after the palm stabilized, the red-clothed figure pressed his palm towards Ye Xiu, wanting to suppress it.

The spiritual power in Ye Xiu's body churned, and it gushed out in an instant, like substance, covering the entire hall.

I saw that the palm of the hand gradually turned from substance to nothingness, and the figure took half a step back.

"Huh, spiritual power is real, you are really just a realm of bones?"

Another voice came from inside the ancient temple, but this time it was different, obviously mixed with a trace of doubt.

Ye Xiu immediately said, "What is it, what is it?"

"Okay!hahahaha...... "What a gut" The voice sounded again.

"Block my full force, and I will give you a chance."

When the words fell, the figure raised his hands, and several black mist condensed into a phoenix coiled in the hands of that figure, and suddenly, the figure stepped out in one step, and several black phoenixes in his hands also poured out in an instant.

The moment several black phoenixes attacked, the immortal power in Ye Xiu's body also quickly condensed, forming a vast force to meet those several black phoenixes.

The power of immortality collided with the black phoenix, rubbed, and finally exploded, and even the air several meters away made a burst of explosions, and the flames flew everywhere.

The bodies of those black phoenixes were as if they had crashed into a mountain, unable to move an inch, and were finally wiped out into nothingness by the power of immortality.

--- End of Chapter ---