Beihe only felt that his body was light and fluttering, and he could fall soft at any time.

This is actually because his soul has been hit hard, so it is difficult to support his physical body.

He bit the tip of his tongue, and finally came to his senses under the sharp pain. At this time, he immediately felt his own spirit.

Then he found that the soul in the sea of consciousness was a little sluggish.

But seeing this, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, because as long as the spirit was not physically traumatized, then it would be easier to recover, and it would only take time to recuperate.

In the next breath, a trace of fear appeared in his heart. Because it can have such a result, it is the reason why the illusory armor that covers his body resists the impact of most of the female souls of the Netherworld Clan after they explode, otherwise even if his soul does not collapse, I am afraid that most of it will collapse.

A mere mid-infant cultivator of the Wraith Clan actually had such strength. This made Beihe question his own strength for the first time.

In this cultivation continent, he may no longer be able to find an opponent if he fights alone.

But if he left this cultivation continent and faced many foreign monks, he probably wouldn't be able to have this kind of almost invincible strength in the same rank.

No wonder Gu Gu once said that the strength of the Terran monks was very weak.

He didn't care about this at first, thinking that strength varies from person to person and has little to do with race. But now it seems that what he said may be right.

After shaking his head, Beihe came back to his senses, and then looked at the ancient road in front of him: "When the ancient Taoist friend said that it was troublesome, it means ......."

"There is now one more person waiting for the rabbit outside this star field. "The Ancient Way.

Hearing this, Beihe's expression was pale, not to mention that the extra one that he said was also the deity of this underworld woman. Since the other party dared to explode directly before, he should have no fear, because what was lost was only the soul split.

"What kind of cultivation does the other party have?" he only listened to him after thinking about it.

"It doesn't seem to make any difference to you what cultivation is. Ancients chuckled.

Hearing this, Beihe's expression twitched, and what he said was not unreasonable.

Even if he was able to break through to the Mortal Stage, whether he encountered a Dustless Stage or a Fayuan Stage cultivator, it was the same for him, all of them were existences that could crush him with one finger.

At the thought of this, Beihe's heart became heavier and heavier.

It seems that after breaking through to the extraordinary period, he may not be able to sit back and relax. Because outside this cultivation continent, there are many people waiting for him.

Originally, in addition to Ji Wuya, there was also Xuan Zhenzi, but now there is one more, and that is this Netherworld woman.

The most important thing is that these people still have a grudge against him, and it can be said that he can't escape from his palm if he encounters any one.

"Don't worry. At this time, Gu Gu smiled slightly.

"Huh?"

Beihe looked at him puzzled.

"As long as you can break the seal of the physical body for this seat, leave this cultivation continent with the physical body of this seat, and wait until the physical body and the divine soul become one, these young people, how many people will be killed. ”

Hearing the words of the ancients, the worries in Beihe's heart did not decrease much.

In his opinion, it is easier to please God than to send God, even if he really releases Yugu, this is not an easy character to deal with.

After thinking about it, Beihe finally shook his head and sighed.

Now there is no point in him thinking more, he can only take one step at a time. As the saying goes, it is natural to be straight when it comes to the bridge, and I hope that he will be auspicious when the time comes.

When he came back to his senses, his mind moved, and the spirit ghost smoke that filled the entire cave shrank back, and all of it sank into his cuffs.

And looking at the spirit ghost smoke that was taken back by him, he only listened to Beihe Dao: "I didn't expect this spirit clan to be so difficult to deal with, even the spirit ghost smoke that specializes in restraining the body of the god soul can't pose a threat to it." ”

"Your spirit ghost smoke has been hit hard, although it has recovered a lot, but it is not pure, when you break through to the mortal stage, you can refine this thing again. If it can be refined several times, the people of the Netherworld just now will not be able to escape the shroud of this thing. "The Ancient Way.

Hearing this, Beihe nodded, as long as he didn't encounter an existence like a monk of the Netherworld Clan, this thing was sharp enough to deal with ordinary people.

After retrieving the spirit ghost smoke, he looked at Tu Wan, who was still trampled under the feet of Yelin.

At this time, he found that when he was fighting with the woman of the Netherworld just now, this Tu Ten Thousand people actually swallowed his last breath, and there was no life in his body at this moment.

Beihe didn't believe it a little, after all, this was a late-Yuan Infant monk, and it shouldn't be so easy to die.

So he stepped forward and carefully examined it.

But it wasn't until he sacrificed the spirit ghost smoke and devoured this person's body and the primordial infant in the dantian that he believed that Tu Wanren was really dead.

In this case, his plan to use Tu Wan's plan to lure out the saffron can only fail.

After shaking his head, Beihe raised his head and looked overhead.

In the next breath, I saw his face twitch wildly.

I saw that the turquoise stalagmite dripping with the spiritual source of ten thousand waters above my head turned bare and charred.

Beihe looked at Yelin beside him, and a hint of annoyance appeared on his face.

Needless to say, this beast just breathed fire and destroyed this stalagmite.

At this moment, among the stalagmites, there is no more water spirit source dripping down.

Beihe's divine sense probed and glanced around, and after a while, he moved, came to a rubble ruin, and then picked up a jade bottle.

His gaze followed the mouth of the bottle to it, and then he let out a long sigh of relief.

I saw that the jade bottle was intact, and the ten thousand water spiritual sources he had collected over the years had not been poured out.

Bei He finally had a trace of comfort, he sealed the jade bottle and solemnly put it away.

Looking up at the stalagmite that had become bare on the top of his head, this thing had been destroyed, and the Ten Thousand Water Spirit Source was obviously unable to condense in a short period of time. However, in his opinion, one day in the future, there will still be thousands of water spiritual sources dripping.

But apparently this is not a short period of time, at least he can't afford to wait.

After shaking his head, Beihe sighed. Since there is no more water spirit source here, there is no need for him to stay for long.

After cleaning up, but leaving no trace of him here, Beihe got up and left the cave.

When I returned to the main hall overhead, I saw that this place was empty, and it seemed that the death of Zhou Luanxiong, a monk in the late stage of Jiedan, had not yet been discovered.

Beihe left from the main hall, and he swept all the way in the direction of Qipintang, and finally came to the back of the courtyard and dug out the Huafeng tea tree.

But this time, Beihe dug up all the dirt in a radius of ten feet.

He already knew that although this Huafeng tea tree had tenacious vitality, it could not withstand regular transplantation, so he decided to find a place to plant this tree for a long time, and then dig it out after breaking through to the stage of detachment.

As for the place, he had already thought about it, and it was in the former Lanshan Sect.

This Huafeng tea tree was originally grown in the Lanshan Sect back then. And he wanted to find a place to continue his retreat, and the bottom of the Lanshan Sect, where the Black Netherworld Lotus grew back then, was also a good choice.

Hiding in that place, no one should be able to disturb them.

After making a decision, Beihe stomped into the sky, and even the huge pit more than ten zhang that he dug out was too lazy to bury it.

When he galloped past the Medicine King Palace, he saw his figure stop.

Looking at the Medicine King Hall at his feet, a faint surprise appeared in Beihe's eyes.

A round-faced middle-aged man of about forty years was throwing his hands behind his back at the moment, scolding the group of condensation stage monks in front of him.

And looking at the cultivation of this middle-aged man, he has reached the middle stage of Huayuan.

This person is none other than Xu Youan's descendant, Xu Guangyuan, who gave him a classic book back then.

Fifty years have passed, and this person is no longer the timid boy he was back then, and his cultivation has even broken through to the middle stage of Huayuan.

After some teaching, Xu Guangyuan waved his hand. The few condensation boys in front of him hurried away as if they had been pardoned.

Seeing these disciples disappear, Xu Guangyuan touched the two mustaches on the corners of his mouth, and with pride on his face, he had the demeanor of an elder of the sect, and turned to leave.

"Whew!"

At this moment, I only heard a sound of breaking the air, and then there was a "bang", the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

"Who!"

Xu Guangyuan almost jumped up, and when he turned to look behind him, he also turned over and took out a green steel long sword, and his small eyes were even more powerful.

However, there was no one behind him, but a few feet away on the ground, there was an extra storage bag.

Xu Guangyuan was greatly surprised by this, and although he was vigilant in his heart, he still walked forward and picked up the storage bag with the green steel long sword in his hand.

After inspecting it, he held the storage bag in his hand in a strange way, and then the mana agitation was injected into it.

"Shhh

Immediately, Xu Guangyuan gasped.

In the storage bag, there were more than 10,000 high-grade spirit stones, and there were many bottles and jars, as well as more than ten classics.

The man was stunned and looked up at the top of his head.

It's just that his head is empty, and there is no human figure.

Even many years later, Xu Guangyuan relied on the wealth in the storage bag to break through to the Dan period, and when he thought of today's "chance from heaven", he also felt extremely puzzled and puzzled, and he didn't know who would help him like this.