The three of them in the Netherworld Palace, Wind Invisible, were all stunned, they had never heard of this sect in this world, let alone heard of the name of Wind Invisible, so they couldn't help but secretly speculate.

"Hmph!" Traceless continued, "The old man passed by here, and inadvertently saw that this kid was misbehaving, and he really couldn't see it, so he took his life!

Yes! How can there be no opinion? This is a big opinion!

Yang Zhengchu stared at Traceless fiercely, and said coldly: "Wind seniors have good means, in the next Yang Zhengchu, I want to ask my seniors for a lesson or two!

The master of the door died in front of his eyes, if he didn't fight it, how could he go back and confess!

Traceless snorted coldly, Spiritual Fire? She is now in a soul state, and it stands to reason that the original soul should be the most afraid of spiritual fire, but she is not an ordinary soul, and Traceless is pregnant with the Netherworld Flame, one of the ten strange fires in the world, how can she put these ordinary spiritual fires in her eyes.

I saw that Traceless thought in his heart, and performed the technique of controlling fire, and a circle of purple flames suddenly surrounded him, easily eating away at the spiritual fire driven by Zhang Zhengchu.

Traceless raised his eyes to look at Yang Zhengchu, his heart was full of murderous intent, and he sneered: "Dare to attack me, leave your life!"

With that, an invisible and shadowless soul vertebrae shot out and struck straight at the opponent's forehead!

"Ding!"

The soul spine broke through Yang Zhengchu's Yuan Force shield, and as soon as it approached the opponent's forehead, a circle of yellow light flashed above Yang Zhengchu's head in an instant, actually blocking the soul spine from danger, and let out a breathtaking sound of fighting!

Soul Defense Magic Weapon? Traceless was secretly surprised, there are very few monks in this world who have soul defense magic weapons, and I didn't expect this Yang Zhengchu to be one of them!

Yang Zhengchu's face changed even more, and he stared at the Traceless Heart Palpitation in shock, just now the soul magic weapon spontaneously protected the master, and he immediately sensed that he had been attacked by the soul!

The soul attack is invisible and shadowless, and there is no way to defend against it, if it weren't for the fact that I occasionally obtained this soul magic weapon from the ancient secret realm, I am afraid that I will die here inexplicably today!

The more he thought about it, the more scared he became,Where do you dare to test it again,Holding the body of the young master Miao Haojie,Turn around and run away!

Traceless was about to cast a ghost fire, but when he saw that the other party fled without a fight, he couldn't help but feel helpless, although his soul magic was powerful, but after all, he won by relying on his magic skills, if he really wanted to compete face-to-face with his strength, his soul power might not be able to crush the other party, and he could only see the other party fleeing, and there was no way for a while.

Yan Zijin led E Qingwen cautiously forward, bowed deeply to the traceless phantum, and said gratefully: "Thank you Feng seniors for your righteous action, the younger generations are grateful, if there is a chance in the future, I will definitely repay the ring!"

Wuxian glanced at the two of them lightly, and said with a smile: "You don't need to take it to heart, you leave this island quickly, the people of Qianshanmen will definitely not give up, there are debtors and owners, and they will not be embarrassed by you, but it is recommended to stay in the sect as much as possible during this time, and wait for this matter to pass." ”

The two of them agreed again and again, bowed deeply again, supported each other and turned around and hurriedly left the island.

Seeing that it had been out of body for a long time, he didn't dare to stay any longer, and quickly swept back to the flying smoke door.

On the roof of the house, there stood a white-haired old man quietly, with a dark face and a silent voice, quietly watching the traceless soul that flew by.

He looked shocked, sighed lightly, and muttered: "It's really interesting, where did the little girl come from, there is such a powerful Yuan Shen Soul, interesting." Actually dared to show up on Fish Island during the day, and his courage was not small, but it was just killing a little prodigal son, which was not a big deal. ”

This old man has no trace of a relationship, and it is the person who sells talismans in the free trading stall.

He looked up at the sky, and then looked at the sea in the distance, and sighed for a long time: "The hundred-year tide is coming, and the hundred-year war between our human race and the sea clan is about to break out, I don't know how many monks will fall this time? Hey, sect master, didn't you make the old man support southern Xinjiang, didn't you add to my blockage? How can my old bones withstand the erosion of the sea breeze for a few years......?"

With a flick of the old man's sleeves, he summoned a folding fan, which instantly enlarged into a giant fan magic weapon.

The white-haired old man shook his head and sighed, sat on the magic weapon, and quickly flew to the peak of the main altar of the Feiyan Gate.

At this time, in front of the main cave of the Feiyanmen Gate, there was a gray-robed middle-aged monk standing solemnly, tall, thin and straight, with a calm face, it was Xia Xihan, the master of the Feiyanmen.

Xia Xihan seemed to have received the news a long time ago, immediately stopped the retreat, and waited respectfully here, he saw the white-haired old man coming from a distance, and hurriedly hugged his fists and smiled: "Rare guests, Zhuang Lao, I haven't seen you for ten years, I can't imagine that your old demeanor is still the same, and the younger generation has been waiting here for a long time." ”

The white-haired old man flew in front of him, took the magic fan, brushed his long sleeves, and said with a smile: "My old bones, what else is there to wait for, you and I are old acquaintances, so there is no need to be polite." ”

Xia Xihan said with a smile: "Zhuang Lao is still so refreshing, informal, and the younger generation is embarrassed, I don't know if Zhuang Lao is coming to this door today, but what's the matter?"

The white-haired old man's name is Zhuang Qingyun, who is the master of the Wuji Sect Fu Qi Hall, known as Qingyun Daoist, who is already more than one hundred and thirty years old, and his cultivation has already entered the peak of foundation building, and his strength is close to that of the early stage of Dan Liquid, and his colleagues respectfully call him Zhuang Lao.

Zhuang Qingyun sank his face, waved his hand, and walked into Xia Xihan's cave first, sitting there silently and stunned.

Xia Xihan's heart sank, he knew Zhuang Lao's temperament very well, obviously something big was going to happen, he frowned, waved his hand and poured a glass of spiritual wine for Zhuang Lao on the table, and then sat quietly next to him, without urging him to ask.

Zhuang Qingyun sighed, looked up at Xia Xihan and said, "Brother Xia, do you remember the hundred-year-old sea tide?"

Xia Xihan's eyelids jumped, and he exclaimed: "Old Zhuang, do you mean that the hundred-year tide is approaching again?"

Zhuang Qingyun nodded and said in a deep voice: "A hundred years have passed in a flash. I think back then, I was just a minor cultivator in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty, and I personally participated in the hundred-year sea tide, hey, it was really cruel, although the monk's life was beyond mortals, but in the face of the tide of thousands of miles, it was nothing more than that, like a mustard, fragile. If it weren't for the rescue of the master himself, I would have been dead a long time ago. ”

Xia Xihan felt a chill in his heart, Yudao is located at the end of southern Xinjiang, close to the sea tribe in eastern Xinjiang, once the tide comes, it will inevitably bear the brunt, and he has worked hard for many years to fly the smoke door, then I am afraid that it will usher in the biggest test.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he resolutely said: "The Sea Clan has been lurking for many years, and has always refused to surrender to our Terran Race, and the two Clans have fought repeatedly.

Zhuang Qingyun nodded and sighed: "Having said that, after all, it's too cruel, hey, maybe the old man is too old to withstand these storms!"

Xia Xihan smiled and said, "Why should Zhuang Lao be sentimental, I don't know how long this tide will break out?"

"Half a year as fast, as slow as a year, the old man is entrusted by the sect master today to go to the major islands to convey a message, reminding everyone to prepare early, so as not to be caught off guard in a hurry. ”

Xia Xihan pondered for a moment, used the technique of spiritual language transmission, waved his hand and pinched a spell, and a few clouds of light and shadow quickly condensed in the palm of his hand, and with a flick of his five fingers, the light and shadow instantly flew out of the cave and disappeared.