Chu Yifan secretly scolded himself in his heart, but he inadvertently told his origin, and reacted at this moment, coughing dryly: "That's right, I'm from Beili Palace!"

As for which palace Chu Yifan came from, Yan'er was not interested. Time passed, and an hour passed in a blink of an eye, and in this hour, the two of them didn't have too many words, each thinking about it. Chu Yifan rolled his eyes, glanced at Yan'er on the side, and muttered in his heart: "The origin of this woman's identity must be extraordinary, otherwise it is impossible to see through the purpose of my coming here at a glance, she said that she wants to thank me for saving me during the day and helping me find the people of the Beacon Demon Clan, now that she has come to the stronghold of the Beacon Demon Clan, she should leave, but she just followed, there must be something to hide!"

Just when Chu Yifan was thoughtful, a trace of coldness flashed in Yan'er's eyes, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Is it finally here?"

Chu Yifan was stunned for a moment, immediately opened the door through a crack, and looked out: "Who is here?

Through the crack in the door, Chu Yifan saw that the woman who had received him before was very respectfully walking through the door with a few black-clothed monks, these black-clothed monks were full of evil qi, and their cultivation was also good, and the lowest of them were all in the middle stage of seventh-level qi cultivation. Among these black-clothed monks, there was one person who was very special, Chu Yifan gasped at a glance, this person's body was actually shrouded in a thick dead aura, like a walking corpse.

Chu Yifan slowly closed the door, and after a little hesitation, he whispered: "Beacon Demon Clan, are they Beacon Demon Clan?"

Just when Chu Yifan was suspicious, Yan'er suddenly looked at Chu Yifan, and the sneer on the corner of her mouth made Chu Yifan shudder, and at the same time, her cultivation also unfolded in an instant. When Chu Yifan saw this, he suddenly felt bad, and immediately spoke: "What do you want to do?"

As soon as the words fell, Chu Yifan's body broke out uncontrollably, and with a loud "boom", he rushed towards the black-clothed monks.

In just a few breaths, Chu Yifan's body smashed into one of the black-clothed monks, smashing it upside down and flying out. At this moment, Yan'er's cold voice came from the room: "They are the people you are looking for, I can only help you get here!"

Chu Yifan kept scolding in his heart, he couldn't have imagined that this Yan'er would cheat himself like this, and immediately took a few steps back when he stood firm: "Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding!"

Looking at his companion who flew out upside down, the monk who was completely dead immediately dispersed his cultivation, and a coercion suddenly enveloped all directions, and he roared in a low voice: "Misunderstand your grandmother's legs, dare to make trouble in the twelfth room, and look for death!"

With an order, the others also immediately started their cultivation and went straight to Chu Yifan to kill. Seeing that the murderous aura of the comer was monstrous, Chu Yifan's body was tumbling with a sea of qi, and he snorted coldly: "Your grandma, dare to scold me, I will fight with you!"

In an instant, there was a continuous roar in the twelve rooms, and the sword light was everywhere, and those who came here for recreation walked out one after another at this moment, looking at this battle in disheveled clothes. From the second floor to the first floor, and from the first floor to the second floor, countless pieces of wood flew around, a large amount of alcohol was spilled, and many women screamed and rushed out of the room, and a few were still naked. No matter how loud these women's screams were, they were finally drowned in the collision of spells, and soon, under the bombardment of a black-clothed monk's punch, Chu Yifan's blue-light protection cracked and exploded suddenly, and at the moment when the blue-light protection exploded, another black-clothed monk approached in an instant, only to see the sword light flash, and a sword qi visible to the naked eye went straight to Chu Yifan. When Chu Yifan was in a heated fight with these black-clothed monks, a door on the third floor slowly opened, and two figures walked out of it, one of them was wearing a mask on his face and couldn't see his face clearly, and the other was Mu Chen.

When the sword qi approached, Chu Yifan immediately stepped back, pinched the trick with both hands, and suddenly spread out one finger to resist the sword qi. Two fists are invincible to four hands, coupled with the other party's cultivation is not bad, Chu Yifan finally couldn't resist it after dozens of breaths, and his body was shocked by a wave of qi and flew out, spurting blood. Seeing that Chu Yifan was defeated, several black-clothed monks sneered again and again, and when they fell in one step, they had already come to Chu Yifan, and they were about to kill him when they raised their hands.

At this moment, two figures suddenly roared from outside the twelfth room, heading straight for the blackfriar. When he saw the face of the comer, Chu Yifan's eyes were shining, and he immediately spoke: "Senior Sister Jiuge!"

The people who came were Feng Jiuge and Wu Han, the two fell in front of Chu Yifan, Feng Jiuge's cold gaze first looked at Chu Yifan, and then looked at several black-clothed monks, without speaking, he directly launched his cultivation and bombarded towards the black-clothed monks.

All of a sudden, the roar started again, Feng Jiuge's eyes were like electricity, and the cold qi in his body exploded instantly, as if he was about to freeze the entire twelve rooms. At the same time, several flying swords appeared when Wu Han pinched the trick, and went straight to the black-clothed monk with a murderous aura in the hum. At this moment, the monk who had never made a move, who was covered in dead air, sneered: "It's getting more and more lively!"

Outnumbered, not long after, Wu Han's flying sword collapsed, and was blasted upside down by one of the black-clothed monks, her face was pale when she stood firm, and her cultivation in her body was a little disordered, after all, her cultivation was not as good as Chu Yifan. Just as Wu Han landed, the monk who punched him away laughed, stepped forward, and made a fist again and went straight to Wu Han.

At the moment when the monk killed, Wu Han suddenly felt that life and death were in danger, she frowned slightly, slapped her clothes, and in an instant flew out a wooden villain, this wooden villain was very good, and when it flew out, it swelled violently, and it had reached more than a zhang high in the blink of an eye. Seeing that the black-clothed monk was approaching, the wooden man raised his hand and clenched his fist, and a punch slammed out, and a strong force surged, directly knocking the black-clothed monk away. With the appearance of the wooden man, one of the black-clothed monks exclaimed: "Wooden puppet!"

Puppets, divided into many kinds, in the Celestial Empire, the most common are gold puppets, wooden puppets, water puppets, fire puppets and earth puppets, due to different attributes, each puppet refining methods and exercises are different, for these five attributes of puppets, they are mutually reinforcing. Puppets have no souls, but they have spirits, and the more times they refine their spirits, the more powerful their combat power becomes. At this moment, Wu Han's wooden puppet is refining spirits twice, and it is also her killer weapon, if it weren't for this life-and-death bald head, she wouldn't use it.

With the addition of the wooden puppets, the battle situation has improved, but it is still very difficult. After Chu Yifan took an aura pill, the aura in his body suddenly got some replenishment, and his body flew out violently, killing the black-clothed monk again.

At the moment when Chu Yifan rushed out, his heart was full of excitement, and he roared in a low voice: "Senior Sister Jiuge, let's fight side by side and kill the enemy together!"

This is the first time that Chu Yifan and Feng Jiuge have been on a mission outside, facing danger together, rushing out at this moment, using all his strength, pointing and pointing again, the blue light shattered and appeared, appeared and shattered, and Chu Yifan also had a lot of injuries on his body under these many repetitions, but he didn't care, he still fought desperately, and the only regret he had was that he only knew these few spells. During the battle, he had secretly made up his mind that if he didn't die this time, he would definitely practice a few more spells.

In the roar, Feng Jiu Ge roared: "Frozen Sword Formation!"

As the words fell, one ice sword after another condensed out of thin air, and in an instant, it blasted towards the black-clothed monk. Compared to when he was at Taichu Peak, the power of the ice sword array that Feng Jiu Ge had unleashed at this moment was much stronger, and under the impact of this sword array full of cold qi, there was actually a black-clothed monk in the middle of the eighth-layer qi cultivation who was invincible, and his body was stabbed into a hornet's nest by an ice sword, and he died of anger.

Seeing this, Chu Yifan was not to be outdone, and when his body flew out violently, a roar spread: "Qingguang Slash!"

The cultivation in Chu Yifan's body was a little unstable, and he had almost exhausted all his spiritual power. The Qingguang Great Sword fell suddenly, directly splitting the body of a black-clothed monk in half, and at the same time, the corners of Chu Yifan's mouth also overflowed with blood. Just when Chu Yifan and Feng Jiuge killed the black-clothed monk here one after another, Wu Han's wooden puppet fell with a punch, and this punch was very amazing, killing a black-clothed monk with an eighth-layer qi cultivation consummation. The wooden puppet's body instantly became smaller after the punch, and it returned to Wu Han's robe in a flash.

With the full strength of the three of them, three black-clothed monks died of morale for a while, which was a shocking scene. At this moment, the black-clothed monk who was covered in lifeless aura walked out in one step, and when he fell, he was already in front of several other black-clothed monks, his eyes were fierce, murderous, he looked at a few people behind him coldly, and said lightly: "A group of waste!"

When the words fell, he retracted his gaze, snorted coldly, raised his right hand and pointed forward, and suddenly three unjust souls with hideous faces and flashing red light in their eyes appeared, and the three unjust souls roared in unison, fiercely rushing towards Chu Yifan and the others. Seeing that the unjust soul was approaching, the three of them immediately launched a spell to resist, but it was just a few breaths, and the spells of the three collapsed at the same time, and in the roar, the unjust soul opened its mouth, and a devouring force suddenly appeared, and this unjust soul devoured not the flesh of the three people, but their vitality and soul.

In the face of the devouring of the unjust soul, the vitality of Feng Jiu Ge and Wu Han was visibly decreasing, and the originally cold face looked extremely pale and weak at the moment, Chu Yifan looked sideways, and his heart tingled. He gritted his teeth fiercely, clenched his fists, and shouted in a trembling: "Dragon Soul, wake up!"

As Chu Yifan's voice spread, the dragon soul in his body, which had always been sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes, rushed out, and let out a terrifying roar, which was like thunder, shaking all directions.

In an instant, the three life-devouring souls trembled together, dissipating in an instant in the roar of the dragon soul, turning into nothingness, and those black-clothed monks were also unstable in their cultivation at the moment, dumbfounded. Especially the black-clothed monk who was shrouded in death, dozens of unjust souls were pouring out of his body at this moment, almost frantically fleeing in all directions, but before they could escape too far, in a terrible scream, their bodies collapsed and exploded with the naked eye, and disappeared. If only that's it, when the black-clothed monks were frightened, the dragon soul raised its head to the sky and roared, and a pillar of fire erupted from its mouth, which seemed to burn the sky and went straight to the black-clothed monk.

That is, in the time of a breath, all the blackfriars turned into ashes. The dragon soul paused in midair, and a supreme majesty suddenly spread, making everyone present even breathe a little depressed. The masked man standing on the third floor watching the battle flashed with a glint in his eyes, and when he looked at the dragon soul, he muttered in his heart: "Ancient dragon soul, it's a little interesting!"

Looking at the three people who were not lightly injured on the ground, the dragon soul suddenly stretched out its claws and grabbed it in the air, and under this grasp, the vitality that had been sucked away by the unjust soul suddenly appeared, turning into wisps of smoke and drifting towards the three of them. With the influx of vitality, the faces of the three of them gradually became ruddy, and the dragon soul roared when he saw this, and returned to Chu Yifan's body!

In order to summon the sleeping dragon soul, Chu Yifan did not hesitate to use a drop of Qiqiao exquisite heart's blood, which was his life blood, although he had recovered some vitality at this moment, but the consumption of his heart blood was unbearable for his current cultivation. Seeing that Feng Jiu Ge was fine, Chu Yifan smiled faintly, his eyes were dark, and he fainted.

At the moment when Chu Yifan passed out, Yan'er walked over, looked at Chu Yifan, and then at Feng Jiuge, and said coldly: "He is mine, none of you want to rob me!"