The black shadow said lightly, "I haven't found out either, but if you devour this soul, you will naturally know what it is." ”

After Xiao Han pondered for a while, when he looked at the black shadow again, there seemed to be a solemn look in his eyes, "What do you ask for Senior Brother?"

The black shadow smiled lightly, and its figure suddenly disappeared, disappearing into the sky in an instant.

There was only one word left, "When my junior brother recovers, help me kill him!"

Xiao Han stood in place, silent.

This inhuman 'senior brother' has always heard that he has two souls, and I don't know who it is this time.

He watched the black shadow flee in the direction, and after squinting slightly, he still didn't make a move.

A little, Xiao Han flicked his fingers, and a spiritual light covered Sima Yuan.

After the black shadow left, a figure bowed down and knelt outside the Taoist temple, silent.

Xiao Han waved his hand and said, "Don't kneel, get up." ”

Xiao Tong got up silently, not daring to say more.

Xiao Han sat cross-legged on top of the futon, "How does Tianshu Peak react?"

Xiao Tong replied, "Zhuge Yan has always been cautious in his words and deeds, and he has not made many moves. ”

Xiao Han sighed lightly, his cloudy eyes seemed to have a look of hope, like a sunset, and the afterglow was approaching.

After he was silent for a while, "After my retreat, you will welcome back to the head of the sect and ask the person from Tianshu Peak to preside over the overall situation." ”

Xiao Tong's body stiffened, as if he was hesitating.

Xiao Han's flat eyes swept away, he trembled, and immediately said respectfully, "Ancestor rest assured."

Xiao Han said softly, "My senior brother's methods are beyond your control, and when I am in retreat, if no one is deterred, you will not be able to escape his poisonous hands. Only Tianshu Peak could shock him. ”

Xiao Tong hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Now that the head of the family has entered my hub, even if Lu Hongli rebels, it will be difficult to support it alone, what else can he do?"

Xiao Han's eyes drooped, and he said slowly, "His last resort is his Yuan Infant cultivation, is this reason enough?"

Xiao Tong's eyes widened, and he said abruptly, "He really has recovered his cultivation?"

Xiao Han had no interest in talking, and waved his hand.

Xiao Tong walked out of the Taoist temple in despair, Xiao Han had a trace of disappointment in his eyes, and muttered to himself, "The white-eyed wolf that can't be raised."

Russia, his eyes fell on Sima Yuan.

Immediately, his gaze moved down and landed on the Danzhu, his eyes seemed to have doubts and surprises.

He said to himself, "Really?" or ..... Lingbao?"

His voice trembled slightly, his cloudy eyes showed a little essence, and an aura overlooking all living beings quietly enveloped the entire Taoist temple.

He gently pressed Sima Yuan's head, and a ghost quietly swept in.

At the same time, its body slowly aged and drooped, and its breathing effort fell into a dead silence.

However, Sima Yuan's body did not have the slightest vitality, but became more and more silent.

It wasn't until ten days later that a faint divine consciousness swept through the peaks of the Zixiao Sect before it slowly returned to the Taoist temple.

The ghost hidden in Sima Yuan's body finally rushed to the lake of his knowledge.

Almost at the same time, in several hidden places of the Zixiao Sect, several people raised their heads in unison, their expressions cold and calm.

That kind of gaze is to put life and death out of the way.

Under the Qilin Cliff, in the deep cave, there seems to be an ancient beast's roar slowly coming out, and it disappears with the wind.

In the Zixiao Hall, three figures stood side by side.

It was the head Ji Shuye, the great elder Xiao Tong and the sword peak Lu Hongli.

Lu Hongli's expression was cold, "It's started."

Xiao Tong's eyes were complicated, and he sighed lightly.

Ji Shu Yeyuan's eyes were not shocked, and he stood with his hands in his hands.

In the northeast of Tianshu Peak, two drooping old figures stand by the window.

The person who was the leader was actually the one who taught Sima Yuan the foundation building scriptures back then.

Behind him, Zhuge Yan stood with a restrained expression.

The old man seemed to be muttering to himself, and asked, "How many times?"

Zhuge Yan was silent for a while, then bowed down and replied, "It's the fourth time that Chen Hanlin and this kid have been. ”

The old man sighed lightly and muttered to himself, "Being old and not dying is a thief."

Zhuge Yan's eyelids twitched, and he didn't dare to say more.

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In the Taoist temple, as soon as the ghost spirit settled in, the power of the sword yuan and the power of cultivation from all directions came together, intending to trap the enemy.

The ghost quietly transformed, and when he stepped out, he was a majestic middle-aged man.

Judging by its appearance, it seems to be nine points similar to Xiao Tong.

With a slight wave, after Jian Yuan trembled, he fell in unison and rushed back to the Purple Palace.

After a shock of the whole body, the spirit yuan retracted into the dantian.

He glanced at the scales that were as quiet as a virgin, and then looked at the sword rune, and the corners of his mouth showed a playful look that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Then he went all the way down, and everywhere he passed, he bowed his head and trembled.

Until the top of the Dantian Spirit Palace, he lowered his eyes and looked down at the Danzhu with cold eyes.

A little, he lightly touched, the Spirit Palace trembled, and the Spirit Lake boiled.

After the golden soybean in the Spirit Palace trembled, a terrible scream permeated the Qi Lake.

Sima Yuan's soul seems to have been completely killed!

And above the Spirit Palace, the Danzhu did not move at all.

Xiao Han sighed lightly, as if he was interested, and suddenly his body turned vertical, and he flashed in.

After Danzhu trembled violently, it seemed that something terrifying was about to awaken.

After a long time, a smear of inky black blood overflowed from within, and there seemed to be a roar, unwilling voice, and muffled snort.

In an instant, a ghostly spirit as thin as a gossamer broke through a crack and flashed out, fleeing in panic.

Suddenly, the sword light in Sima Yuanzhihu burst out, entangled with the wisp of ghostly soul and returned. 】

At the same time, a black light flashed on the Divine Sword that was dormant in the Purple Palace.

Swiftly followed, Huo Ran slashed down!

With a bang, the ghost seemed to have a voice of rage, "Sure enough, it's you!"

At this time, within Sima Yuanqi Lake, a faint bookish aura filled the entire dantian.

A flash of light reflected out, directly penetrating the internal organs and reaching the ghost.

Several muffled snorts sounded, "Zhuge Lao'er, so calculating!"

The ghost quickly sensed into the lake of knowledge, and before he could reach it, several rays of ink-like soul power turned into sword light and slashed at him again.

The ghost is already shaky, and it is about to collapse.

At this time, the old body in the Taoist temple trembled, as if a terrifying existence was about to awaken.

Suddenly, a figure slowly emerged, and the long sword in his hand, his eyes were cold, and he slashed towards the silent corpse.

With a snap, the body was broken in two, but it was not destroyed.

After he took a deep breath, an edict slowly spit out, "Where is the sword pool?"

In an instant, the sword pool of Sword Peak trembled violently, and after the turbulent waves, a pool of sword intent rose to the sky and went straight to the top of Zixiao Peak.

The whistling came, Lu Hongli grabbed the volley, the sword intent turned into a blade, and with a pop, he was nailed to the corpse in the lake.

At the same time, he said in a deep voice again, "Sword Shrine, Sword Cliff!"

In an instant, the three thousand remnant swords of the sword mound flew up, and endless sword qi came in an instant.

Lu Hongli beckoned, "Sword Qi Nail Dantian!"

The sword qi snorted and poked at the corpse's dantian.

"Broken sword, nail head!"

Suddenly, a dense remnant of the sword occupied the entire skull.

After doing this, Lu Hongli slowly turned around and looked behind him.

A middle-aged figure was suspended in the air, illusory and ethereal, as if in a fugue.

Lu Hongli looked at the Yuan Ying incarnation in front of him as if he was facing a great enemy.

The secular world calls Jin Dan just a toddler child, and the real person of Yuan Ying can be regarded as entering the house.

Once Guy reaches the true realm of the Yuan Infant, he has three major dependencies.

Flesh, Primordial Infant and Natal Magic Weapon!

It's like three lives, if you can't kill them all, but you can be reborn if you save one thing!

What is particularly desperate is that the three major dependencies can be compared to the true realm of Yuanying!

It can be said that it is difficult to kill them all.

Because of this, Yuanying Zhenren is respected as an existence that has one foot into the avenue!

Xiao Han Yuanying asked with interest, "Is there anything else?"

Lu Hongli raised his eyes slightly and looked behind him.

With a thud, he flew upside down as if he had been hit hard.

A crisp sound sounded in his abdomen, and Lu Hongli's expression turned extremely pale.

Xiao Han Yuanying turned to look at the shadow behind him, and stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes flat.

On the left side stood an old Confucian who was dying, coughing incessantly.

He said lightly, "You're early."

The Sword Peak Ancestor, who was suppressed by Xiao Han himself under the Qilin Cliff, was silent.

Xiao Han raised his eyes and looked at Tianshu Peak, his meaning was self-evident.

A sigh slowly sounded in everyone's ears, "Senior Brother Xiao, can you stop here?"

Xiao Han's eyes were playful, "Do you think that Xiao Mouyuan is also on the verge of death?"

Immediately, his eyes turned and fell on the shadow existence, and he sneered, "Beasts are beasts after all, and it is difficult to achieve great things." ”

There was a tremor in the shadows, as if it were trembling.

The old Confucian looked solemn and said in a deep voice, "If Senior Brother Xiao refuses to stop, Zhuge can only be rude today." ”

Xiao Han smiled and restrained, "You have the intention of scheming Xiao, and I also have the intention of eradicating you." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he gently grabbed forward, and a young figure appeared out of thin air.

It is Xiao Ling, who can be worthy of the new Jindan!

He looked stunned, as if he was at a loss, and he was terrified, his expression was miserable, and he looked up to the sky and roared.

Xiao Han ignored it and dodged in.

After Xiao Ling trembled violently, her eyes were first sloppy, and then she was blazing and breathtaking.

In an instant, it's all done.

At this time, the offensive of the old Confucian and the shadow existence was approaching.

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

Within the territory of the Zixiao Sect, nearly 100,000 spiritual cultivators were shocked, frightened, and terrified.

At the top of the Spirit Beast Pavilion, an ethereal figure floated proudly in the air, raising his eyes and looking into the distance, with a solemn expression.

After a while, two equal qi machines quietly appeared on his side, all of them as if they were facing a great enemy.

At the same time, all the six factions in Qinghong Prefecture have Yuanying real people.

The state was in turmoil and in an uproar.

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In the northeast of Qinghong Prefecture, between the mountains and thousands of ravines, there seem to be thousands of beasts galloping and roaring.

Suddenly, a vast qi machine rose into the sky and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, in the eastern part of Qinghong Prefecture, a sword aura that made Qinghong tremble rushed into the sky, blocking in front of the guard.

The Great War is on the verge of breaking out.

In addition, a smoke cage from the Fantasy Dream Xuan in the west floated towards the Zixiao Sect in the north like a flying immortal outside the sky.

A netherworld aura quietly swept out from the Southwest Xuanyin Palace, as fast as lightning, and it came quickly.

The Southeast Martial Saint Sect was even more moved when it heard the wind, and when the Netherworld Qi reached the Zixiao border, it threw a punch at it.

With a bang, the blue sky shook for thousands of miles, and the peaks and ravines trembled.

A ghostly aura fell into shape, snorted coldly, and attacked again.