Gu Yulin didn't stop him, nor did he say too much, just nodded slightly.

The sudden departure of an inner disciple should have been an eye-catching event, but most of the people focused on the projection of the decisive battle, but not many people paid attention... However, there are so many pairs of eyes that pass by intentionally or unintentionally.

Sikong Haoran seemed to be walking slowly, but every step he took was fifteen zhang away, and if he hadn't relented, he would have disappeared from his body.

Far away from the Sword Sect Square, the outer gate has become extraordinarily quiet, although it is the outer gate, but the degree of Xuan Qi here is strong, releasing a thick and simple towering building, a large array of light curtains everywhere, and even the blue sky is shrouded in a layer of invisible power that people dare not lift.

This kind of quietness seems to be ordinary, but there is an unimaginable terrifying power hidden invisibly, the Sword Sect can stand on the top of the Hengduan Great 6, and the means and heritage behind it are far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Sikong Haoran, who has the identity of the inner door, can be described as unimpeded all the way.

"Huh..."

The powerful soul power captured a faint breath, this breath is not unfamiliar, but it is familiar enough, so strange that I have only seen it twice, and it is so familiar that the violent killing intent in my heart is about to gush out.

Sikong Haoran suppressed the violent killing intent in his heart, and the aura of his whole body was also constricted, and he ran the Wind Trace Cloud Shadow Body Method to track in the direction where this aura was.

A lonely figure walked in the sea of trees, Xiao Se's back was like an old man who was about to die, the pride of the inner gate sky, who should have been high in the sky, because he was hunted by the scum of the outer gate that he usually looked down on and knocked down the altar, the words of the peak master, made him lose all his pride, all his honor, and became the person who was full of rancid smell in his mouth.

You must stay at the outer gate for ten years before you have the opportunity to participate in the annual festival every ten years and climb to the top of the inner gate again.

He was unwilling, he was very angry, in order to be able to enter the inner door, he didn't know how many days and nights of sleepless hard training, how many times he survived from life and death.

During this period of time, he has suffered countless blows and abuse, and the most frustrated thing for him is the shame and snub from the brothers of the same peak.

"Even if I fall from the altar and be relegated to the outer gate, I will still be the proud son of the inner gate who is high above the heavens!" The gloomy eyes were full of hatred, and his distorted cheeks were full of hideousness, and he wanted to make those who had bullied him pay a bloody lesson.

This figure is none other than Yanxia Peak Duan Haotian.

Invisible sword qi filled the entire sea of trees, and the yellow leaves in the sky were dismembered one after another under the fierce sword qi, and the criss-crossing sword marks were deeply trapped in the trunk of the tree, and some even cut horizontally.

They never thought that if they could speak, they would curse, and if they could stretch their branches at will, they would beat him to the flesh.

Sikong Haoran hid in the dense branches of a towering tree, staring coldly at the angry figure below, the killing intent in his heart couldn't be suppressed several times, and the dead wood dragon dagger held in the palm of his hand seemed to be choking silently.

As long as he jumps eight times his body, he can silently slash through Duan Haotian's throat, which will make his blood splash on the spot, and he can even be unaware.

Sikong Haoran was fighting in his heart, he didn't dare to bet, not because of fear, not because of lack of strength, but because this was the Sword Sect, I don't know how many pairs of eyes were staring at every grass and tree in this inch of land in the invisible light curtain, he was worried that he would leave clues, he was worried that it would bring trouble to Yunying Peak.

If he was alone, if he didn't care, he could have killed Duan Haotian and left the Sword Sect by taking advantage of this gap, but he couldn't do this, here were the senior brothers and sisters who helped him, here was the master who made him respect, and here was the unfinished matter that his grandfather had explained...

The dead wood dragon dagger in the palm of his hand disappeared, and the violent killing intent in his heart also retreated, only the autumn wind and leaves in the dense branches were singing and laughing.

Since no

can kill him, but it won't let him stay in the Sword Sect so easily.

Sikong Haoran's jet-black pupils shrank suddenly, and the soul power of the spiritual realm covered his whole body, and between his fingers under the green shirt, a pitch-black soul mark loomed.

The "Soul Devouring Seal", as the name suggests, can devour people's souls, and after the soul duel breaks through the second level, the soul control method that can be cultivated can be made every month when the "waning moon" appears, lasting for a quarter of an hour.

The waning moon is like a hook, devouring the soul.

Those who are in this soul seal, the soul will be torn apart, reorganized, and torn again piece by piece, and the cycle will repeat, and you can truly understand what is called heartache, and what is called survival without death.

In normal times, the "Soul Eater Seal" will eat away at the soul little by little, until the soul of the person who is in this soul seal is eaten away and becomes a shell of the walking dead.

This Soul Devouring Seal would not let Duan Haotian die so quickly, but it would make him live in helplessness, fear, and despair all day long, and his relegation to an outer disciple just gave Sikong Haoran a golden opportunity, which was exactly what he expected.

A disciple who has been demoted to the outer door is crazy, who will care, who will have mercy, not to mention, the outer disciples are still happy to see such a thing, and they are the best at beating the water dogs.

Duan Haotian in the sea of trees is completely hidden in the dark, at this moment, he is immersed in the catharsis of anger and cannot extricate himself, sweat soaks his forehead and back of the heart, his chest is rising and falling violently, and the Xuan Qi in his body is gradually depleting.

"Boom..."

The dust was flying all over the sky, and the towering trees had collapsed one after another, and everything that was touched by the sword qi was turned into powder, and the five zhang square circle where Duan Haotian was located was completely shrouded in these dusts.

At this moment, Sikong Hao, hidden in the branches, disappeared in a flash, and disappeared into the dust in an instant.

Duan Haotian didn't care about the damage he caused, nor did he care about everything around him, but at the same time as he swung out a sword, a soul sound wave instantly invaded his soul ocean, and his whole person appeared in a trance for a moment.

However, in this moment of trance, a breeze blew past him, and then a pitch-black soul mark sank into the center of his brow, and then turned into a part of his soul.

"My head..."

Duan Haotian's body bowed slightly, one hand covered his forehead, and before he finished speaking, the collapsed towering tree buried him in a deep pit.

"Bang...!"

A gray-faced figure flew out with the sword light, his body was covered with stumps, standing staggering beside the mound, twisted cheeks, hideous eyes, and stinging soul, making his whole person extremely uncomfortable, "Why is this happening, the gust of wind just now...?"

Duan Haotian looked around, there was no other breath, he checked his whole body, and there was no other abnormality, "Could it be that I felt wrong, could it be that I lost my mind with the anger just now?"

After checking his whole body again, he put his mind at ease, the Xuan Qi overflowed out of his body, all the stumps and debris were shattered, and Duan Haotian's long sword returned to its sheath and disappeared in place.

Not long after, Duan Haotian's figure returned to its original place again, shook his head slowly, and walked away along the road he had come.

Thirty zhang away, in a towering towering grove of trees, Sikong Haoran looked at Duan Haotian's distant figure coldly, under the soul power of the spiritual realm, his subtle tricks were simply ridiculous.

A cold snort slowly disappeared into the autumn wind.

It didn't take long for Sikong Haoran to return to the backyard of Cloud Shadow Peak.

The sea of souls bloomed with brilliant golden light, dispelling all distracting thoughts, and the mysterious array in front of the two fingers quickly condensed, and then pointed out, and the small courtyard where it was located was covered by an invisible light curtain.

His eyes slowly closed, and Mirage and Elder Wen Yu were too high

In the first battle, the rules of heaven and earth order that were touched when they broke through last night, Danhong, Zhang Hao, and Song Yiyi's battles resurfaced again, and then fell into a deep understanding.

The entire Cloud Shadow Peak was unusually quiet, so quiet that you could only hear the shouting of the breeze, the shallow chanting of the leaves, and the singing of the autumn cicadas.

Time is flying, half an hour... An hour... Two hours... Three hours...

The breeze no longer moves in an irregular rhythm, but follows a rule, a trajectory that wanders.

The falling leaves are no longer so galloping, as if there is a pair of invisible hands supporting it, suspended in the sky, as if receiving the baptism of the sun, feeling its scorching warmth, reluctant to part.

The autumn cicada nestled on the trunk of the tree, fanning its transparent wings, seemed to become more spiritual at the moment, like a melodious piano music, echoing in the golden field.

The figure sitting cross-legged in the small courtyard room seemed to have lost all life, but in his soul ocean, a phantom shadow was quietly suspended in the air, and the golden soul power slowly passed through his body.

This phantom is the embodiment of Sikong Haoran's condensed soul.

"Boom... Boom..."

The pulsation of the lines, the intimacy of the mountains and rivers, the call of the white clouds and the morning glow, and the roars of fierce birds and beasts became clearer at this moment, as if he was the master of all things in this heaven and earth.

The Soul Refining Ding was surrounded by a brilliant golden light, and everything on it was lifelike, as if it was an independent world, only to see it slowly rise, and then turn into a point of light, submerging into the eyebrows of Sikong Haoran's soul incarnation.

A white arc of thunder flickered on the soul avatar.

The rules of order between heaven and earth are like invisible silk threads, slowly flowing from his palms, pores, and veins.

A baptism from the rules of order is in a silent interpretation.

I don't know how long it took.

"Huh... What's the sound?"

There was a slight rhythm from the depths of the soul ocean, this rhythm was very small, like a fine dust floating in front of him, at first Sikong Haoran Soul Incarnation didn't care, but as this rhythm sounded every once in a while, it aroused his awareness.

It can be said that everything in the soul ocean is under his control, why is there such a voice, is there still an unpredictable creature?

The soul incarnation opened its eyes, the rules of order between heaven and earth were within reach, don't look over, slowly glanced at the evil blade mirage that occupied half of the soul ocean, and then walked in the direction where the rhythm came.

The boundless golden ocean can be reached with just one idea, and it can be said that it is thousands of miles away from the end of the world.

"What is this?"

A lifeless pitch-black space appeared in the sight of Sikong Haoran's soul incarnation, a golden point of light was dotted with it, with its rhythm, this space was full of vitality, it was hard to imagine that there was such an independent existence in his soul ocean.

The vast soul power gushed out from the palm of the soul incarnation, and the dead qi was disappearing little by little, and at this moment, the eyebrows flashed, and the soul refining made an intimate call. "I... I can... Refine it. ”

The Soul Refining Ding escaped into the pitch-black space, the golden light shrouded all the darkness, a trace of white thunder was like the dawn before dawn, and everywhere it was affected, the darkness was burned.

"Hehe..." The Soul Refining Ding was suspended in the palm of Sikong Haoran's soul incarnation, making a cheerful voice.

Pushing aside the clouds and seeing the sun, the golden light point is as big as a walnut, and around it, it is covered with uneven lines, and the more Sikong Haoran soul incarnation looks, the more familiar it becomes, and then his eyes bloom with ecstatic light, isn't this the opportunity for grandpa to tell him to break through the heavenly realm!

"Could it be...?"