Luo Chen was already a cultivator, and his soul power was boundless, and he immediately noticed that there was a faint soul fluctuation in the body of the mountain.

"Well, your soul perception is quite sensitive. ”

With a soft groan, a figure slowly floated from the corpse, he looked less than thirty, a white robe was spotless, and he looked extremely handsome.

Indifferently glancing at the peerless mountain behind him, the white-robed young man said without the slightest emotion: "It's really a waste, I can't even complete a small task, and I want to sell this seat in exchange for a way to live, it's not a pity to die." ”

Luo Chen's eyes froze: "Ji Wudao?"

Judging from the momentum and self-proclaimed white-robed youth in front of him, he should be the legendary genius of the Burial Sword Village-

Ji Wudao!

"Kill me and bury the core disciples of Jianzhuang, and destroy the Chikui people, it has been a long time since there has been a person as brave as you in the southern seas. ”

Ji Wudao's face was calm, his hands were behind his back, and he said lightly: "I'll give you a chance - become my 'sword slave', and I will protect you from death." ”

The so-called "sword slave" refers to a class of warriors who have been implanted with special Gu worms, whose life and death are completely in the hands of their masters, and there is no freedom at all.

This is the unique secret method of the Burial Sword Village, they don't know how many strong people they have controlled with this technique in the past, if they were not swept away by the old man with the sword, they are afraid that they will be even more arrogant.

"Heh, do you think this is your burial sword village? Just by virtue of a half-hung Lingxuan clone, you dare to say this, do you really think that everyone in the world is your father and mother, do you have to spoil you?"

Luo Chen's extremely mean ridicule made the calmness on Ji Wudao's face disappear completely, and a trace of anger appeared in his eyes: "I don't know what is good or bad—"

"Huh!"

Luo Chen's figure flickered, he stepped in front of him, grabbed his neck fiercely with his palm, and lifted him up: "It's better to tell me the news I'm interested in, and I can give your clone a decent death." ”

This Ji Wudao is just a trace of soul power and the tribulation yuan hidden in the Gu worms, and finally formed this Lingxuan clone, in terms of combat power, it may not be as strong as the Yin Xuan Realm, so naturally it can't get out of Luo Chen's hands.

"You, you dare to humiliate even this seat?"

Ji Wudao's eyes lit up with crazy anger, he was extremely talented, and since he entered the Burial Sword Village, he had always been the most haode cultivator, and what he had gained was also a look of awe.

Even a disciple with a great background and arrogant behavior like Jian Xuan had to respectfully call him "Senior Brother Ji" when he saw him!

But now that Luo Chen has lifted him up like a chicken, how could he have been humiliated like this?

"Didn't you hear me clearly, and if you didn't want to say it, I wouldn't mind putting your doppelganger in a dung pit and soaking it for three days and three nights. ”

Although this method did not cause any harm to Ji Wudao's deity, the thought of the stench of soaking the dung pit was enough to make Ji Wudao, who had always been clean, go crazy.

"Okay, you're really good! It seems that I praised you for your courage and underestimated you before, you are simply a dog's guts, and you don't know whether you live or die! Can you be your shield when you are born in the Sword Pavilion?"

A look of mockery appeared on Ji Wudao's face, and a fierce smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Soon, the Sword Pavilion will disappear into the Southern Sea, and you remnants will also be searched out and cleared one by one!"

Luo Chen could feel that his words were by no means a random roar in anger, but something to rely on. Could it be that the Sword Pavilion is really in danger?

Thinking of the old man with the sword being injured seven years ago, coupled with the fact that the genius Qing Li of the Sword Pavilion was hunted down, he felt as if there was a big net against the Sword Pavilion slowly tightening!

"You just enjoy this zuihou a little freedom, and when this seat is free, it will definitely capture you alive, cultivate you to abolish, and let you have a good taste of the soaking dung pit you are talking about!"

Ji Wudao's voice was extremely vicious, and his figure slowly faded.

Luo Chen was startled, and was about to use the means of imprisonment, but his doppelganger broke with a "click", and the upper half of his body rose into the air like a puff of light smoke: "This seat might as well tell you that Qingli is now trapped in the 'Meteorite Sea' cliff of the Refining Canyon, or he will die in a few days, if you have enough courage, you might as well come——"

His cold eyes shot at him, and his palm made a killing gesture at the mouth of his throat: "This seat is waiting for you!"

Luo Chen's brows were tightly locked, staring deeply at the direction in which Ji Wudao disappeared, and a hint of thought appeared in his expression: Refining the Canyon?

"I've heard of the Meteorite Sea, it's a small ocean, it's full of 'Meteoric Wind' that can kill the powerhouses of the Arcane Realm! ”

Yuan Ling groaned and said, "As for this so-called sea cliff, it should be the entrance to the Meteoric Wind Sea! It seems that the situation of the little girl in the Sword Pavilion is not too bad, and it should be too late to rush over." ”

"In that case, without further ado, we will set out. Luo Chen said decisively.

"You-"

The old man with the sword was completely stunned, unable to say a word. He knew very well that the talent cultivation of the closed disciple Qingli was able to force her into a desperate situation, so he could imagine how powerful it was.

If you choose to go against such a liliang, you may have to take your life if you are not careful!

So far, although he has given Luo Chen a lot of advice, Luo Chen has also ensured that his soul body is immortal, and he does not owe anything.

In other words, Luo Chen had no reason to risk his life because of the matter of the Sword Pavilion!

"Anyway, I have already offended this burial sword village to death, and now I have the opportunity to destroy their Jihua, so naturally I can't let it go. Luo Chen shrugged his shoulders and said lightly.

Dao Luochen, the old man with the sword, said this on purpose, in order to make himself feel relieved, his heart was warm, his eyes were a little sour, and he muttered: "Boy, do you know that this may cost you your life!"

"Hehe, old guy, don't you want to go? Do you feel very indebted to Luo Xiaozi? Do you have an urge to marry your daughter to him immediately?"

A series of questions directly smashed the old man with the sword in a daze, and then, the voice of the Yuan Spirit thief came: "Your closed disciple was praised by you like that, presumably the conditions are very good." It's better to do this, and when you rescue people, let Luo Xiaozi take her into the harem...... This 'hero saves beauty, promises to be personal' is also a good story...... Hey, I said, did you two listen to Ben-sama?"

Luo Chen and the old man with the sword rolled their eyes in unison, and slashed a middle finger at Yuan Ling in their hearts, too lazy to pay attention to this guy.

However, under the relaxed atmosphere, everyone has a wake-up call in their hearts, knowing that it is not easy to successfully rescue Qingli......