The Purgatory Lion was ferocious and bloodthirsty, and he actually snatched the Xuanling Qiye that had been guarded for many years under his nose, and it was two such weak human reptiles, chasing the two fleeing figures in front of him with full anger.

The fire that burned all over the body was the natal fireworks of the Purgatory Lion, and the place it passed, whether it was a towering tree or a hard stone, all turned into ashes under the scorching flames.

Sikong Haoran stepped on the Wind Trail Cloud Shadow Method, and the Purgatory Lion not far behind him followed closely, and the monstrous anger crushed towards him, and a phantom like the deity appeared in front of his eyes.

Whenever the flames burned this figure, it dissipated into black nothingness in the blink of an eye, only to find that the aura in front of him was actually far away.

Only then did he realize that he had been deceived by this human, and the roar of anger resounded through the lush mountains, and the other demonic beasts nearby fell to the ground after hearing this angry roar, trembling, and if you look down from the sky, you will find that a red fire dragon hovers throughout the mountains, shining.

"This kid's speed is on par with me?" The black-clothed young man with the sword box on his back always observed the man and beast behind him, and under his powerful soul power, he used his body at full speed, but he was still caught up by this kid, and he also saw that every other distance, a figure with the same breath would appear in the space he passed, otherwise the two of them would not have opened such a long distance from the Purgatory Lion.

"I remember your breath, you dare to calculate me!" Sikong Haoran looked at the black-clothed young man in front of him, he was also shocked in his heart, the most powerful thing about the Wind Trace Cloud Shadow Body Method is that it can continue to move at a high speed, he is now able to use his body technique to reach five times the body speed, and he can only maintain the previous distance from the young man, from his birth to the present, he has not met anyone who can be comparable to him under the body technique, this black-clothed young man is not only strong in soul power, but also his body is not inferior to his Wind Trace Cloud Shadow.

The black-clothed boy ignored his anger and still fled quickly forward.

Although the Purgatory Lion couldn't speak, the sixth-order junior already possessed a high level of wisdom, and the speed of these two human reptiles was so fast, a flash of fire erupted from the Purgatory Lion's mouth, heading towards Sikong Haoran's back.

Sikong Haoran felt a hot burning sensation, his soul power is now at the intermediate level of the spirit realm, one person and one beast are all under his soul power perception at this moment, no one wants to leave the scope of his soul.

Even if he was far away, he could feel the horror of the flame light group released by the Purgatory Lion, and if he was hit head-on by this flame light group, with his current mid-level physique in the Bone Forging Realm, he would also end up in annihilation.

A fast-running phantom appeared at the front of the flames, but Sikong Haoran's true body appeared on a towering tree, without stopping for a moment, and continued to chase in the direction of the black-clothed young man.

When the Purgatory Lion spewed out this flame, he knew that the human reptile in front of him would perform the same trick again to escape his capture, Sikong Hao

Ran's breath was all under the perception of the Purgatory Lion, and he headed in the direction of the deity's escape.

"This beast was able to capture my breath, it seems that there are other kinds of demonic beasts, if this continues, the Haoran qi in the body will be consumed, even if it is not destroyed by the flames of the Purgatory Lion, it will become the food of other demonic beasts in this group of mountains. ”

Sikong Haoran swung out a series of Haoran sword qi, and retreated rapidly with the cooperation of the wind trail cloud shadow body method, and the towering trees broke under the Haoran sword qi, blocking the pace of the purgatory mad lion, he can no longer take care of the black-clothed young man in front of him, since he participates in the selection of the Sword Sect, he will see his figure again, and he will get it back this time.

Towering trees as big and thick as water tanks smashed towards the Purgatory Lion who was hurrying behind him, and when it touched the natal flames on his body, it instantly turned into water vapor like water encountering a high temperature of several thousand degrees Celsius.

"Whew... Whew!"

Sikong Haoran didn't give up, no matter how powerful your natal flame is, it will be exhausted. The Haoran Qi in his body at this time was also very consumed, the soul power was highly concentrated, and the frequent use of it also consumed most of it, and no one gave up between one person and one beast, as long as one side slackened, then the other party would face a fatal blow.

"It's not me who snatched the Xuanling Qiye you guarded, it's the man in black in front!"

The two sides were already in an endless situation, and the Purgatory Lion found that the black-clothed boy had disappeared from his perception, and sprinkled all his anger on Sikong Haoran's body, he only knew that the two of them reptiles came together, and they must be in a gang.

Sikong Haoran also has a word of suffering. When he caught the flames on the Purgatory Lion's body dimming, he knew that the time to wait had come, Sikong Haoran took out two scarlet beads from the ring, and a trace of flesh pain leaked from his face, shooting in the direction where the Purgatory Lion was.

"Boom!"

The red beads have a nice name, called "Soul Lingering Dreams", which is given by Jiuyou to Sikong Haoran to save his life, according to the records in the Poison Sutra, the refining of "Soul Lingering Dreams" is extremely cumbersome, consisting of seven poisonous flowers, six confusing herbs, and nine poisonous snake venom glands mixed refining, and the weight, time, and heat of each step of the refining process need to be controlled very accurately, and if you are slightly negligent, you will be eaten back and die.

The medicinal power of "Soul Haunting Dreams" is very domineering, even if a Sword Emperor-level master is accidentally attacked, it will not escape his clutches. As long as you inhale a little bit, you can unconsciously be confused by your mind, fall into a sweet dream, and then the medicinal power invades all the Xuan veins in the body, and you die of poisoning in the dream, and even the face after death is with a smile, haunted by dreams, and smiling Jiuquan.

"Boom!"

The moment the bead exploded, a thick scarlet smoke filled the eyes of the Purgatory Lion, and then rushed towards him, the Purgatory Lion was able to reach the sixth order primary, and his perception of danger could be described as very keen, and he quickly retreated to avoid the scarlet smoke that made his heart palpitate.

Because it was in a rage, and it happened to be at the moment when his breath was unstable, Si

Kong Haoran grasped the timing just right, and as he retreated, a trace of scarlet smoke inhaled into the body of the Purgatory Lion.

The secret weapon is to seize that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity at the moment when you are a little negligent and give a fatal blow.

Just when the Purgatory Lion fell into a brief stagnation, Sikong Haoran ran the Wind Trace Cloud Shadow Body and quickly retreated, got rid of the purgatory Lion's breath lock, and disappeared into the fire of the mountain.

Sikong Haoran didn't expect two scarlet "haunting dreams" to be able to poison the Purgatory Lion, but it was enough to limit him, which was his only hope of escape.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

A monstrous killing intent spread far away from the place where the Purgatory Lion was, and a strong fire exploded wantonly in the mountains, and Sikong Haoran saw the fury that made his heart palpitate from a distance, and he fled far away without looking back.

In a lush and shady mountain, a black shadow with a sword box on his back looked at the direction of the firelight, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, he trusted his own judgment, the sixth-order Purgatory Mad Lion would not make him helpless, looking at the Xuanling Qiye suspended in the palm of his hand, he turned around and disappeared into the dark mountains.

Sikong Haoran was hidden in a canyon crevice, and there was a burning pain in his back, and the black figure that he hated appeared in his mind, and he grinned and muttered: "Not only did I snatch the Xuanling Qiye, but also let me carry the black cauldron, I will slowly settle this account with you!" Sikong Haoran was very strange, he didn't have a little hatred for this black-clothed young man, could it be the indifference in his eyes when he saw him for the first time? Shaking his head, he took out a pill from the ring, sat cross-legged, and recovered the Xuan Qi in his body and the injury on his back.

A ray of light penetrated from the top of the canyon, and Sikong Haoran withdrew the formation at the entrance of the cave, and found that the Xuan Qi in his body and the injuries on his back were all healed overnight, and it seemed that the next time I saw Master Remnant Dream, I must take more of these pills from her.

Somewhere in the far Western Regions, Remnant Dream sneezed, looked left and right, shook his head, and didn't know why.

After eating some dry food, he didn't know what happened to Shi Tianshuo and Shi Tiandong, so he walked in the opposite direction, hoping that when he found the two, they would be safe and sound.

Sikong Haoran passed by a dense forest, a strong killing intent came from far ahead, and the sound of fierce sword qi resonance was endless, and he felt a breath that made him annoyed, it was this breath that made him miss the Xuanling Seven Leaves last night, and let him be chased by the purgatory lion and run away all over the mountains, making him feel a hot pain in his back when he thought about it.

Sikong Haoran approached quickly, and saw the black-clothed young man with the sword box on his back being besieged by eight masked men with strong breaths, and his originally depressed mood suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, "Retribution came so quickly, it's really happy, I have to thank these people." ”

"No, their breath... , How can there be a familiar feeling!" The more Sikong Haoran looked at it, the more wrong it became, this time the secret realm assessment was all people who participated in the selection, how could anyone still be masked to snatch it, their sword moves were so powerful, they actually carried one

There was a faint sense of evil, and he also found that the eight masked men gave him a sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen it somewhere.

"It turned out to be your !!"

Sikong Haoran was furious, he finally remembered this breath that made him unforgettable and painful, the battle of Tieling in the Western Regions, those who were shrouded in black robes all over their bodies, and the aura that emanated from their bodies was this breath, which made people smell disgusting.

Holding the sword tightly in his hand, a chilling killing intent erupted, his eyes were full of anger, his eyes were split, and a strong impulse shouted Sikong Haoran, kill, kill, kill! He suppressed the anger in his heart, suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and lurked on the side of a stone moire, waiting for the best opportunity.

He found that the aura of these eight people was very strong, five of them were the intermediate strength of the Great Sword Master, and three were the primary strength of the Great Sword Master, a force that he could not compete with at the moment, could they be to the death of the black-clothed young man. Thinking of the powerful soul power of the young man in black, and remembering that his grandfather said that he was a member of the soul cultivator clan, he seemed to have an understanding.

"Your soul cultivators are really tenacious, and when you were allowed to escape, you even blatantly appeared in the Dragon Teng Empire, what a delicious soul!" A word without any emotion came out of the mouth of one of the masked men, and the sword in his hand went towards the throat of the black-clothed young man.

There were already a few deep sword marks on the body of the young man in black, and the blood stained the black clothes red, and they also soaked into the earth bit by bit along the corners of the clothes, but these injuries were not taken to his heart, and his eyes were full of hatred.

The eight people who were also around him also had different degrees of sword wounds, the young man in black ignored their words, the murderous aura on his body materialized and wrapped around him, the pitch-black long sword did not have the slightest mercy, and the sharp sword qi stabbed towards the one at the front.

Just as the masked man retreated, he felt a fierce murderous aura coming towards the back of his heart, a killing intent that destroyed the world.

"The smoke is vast!"

Sikong Haoran shouted in his heart, the shot is the strongest sword move that Haoran Sword Technique has mastered so far, and after more than half a month of stealth cultivation, the most that several masters have given him is concealment and assassination skills. Under the speed of five times the speed of the Wind Trace Cloud Shadow Method, he dodged behind the masked man who was retreating, pierced the back of his heart with a sword, and took several steps under his feet, killing one person in front of him.

"You...!" The masked man who had been pierced through the back of the heart had not yet had time to see the person who appeared behind him, and the vitality on his body passed quickly, and he fell to the ground, lifeless.

The young man in black was not surprised, he felt his aura as early as when Sikong Haoran released his murderous aura, although he was well disguised by Sikong Haoran, but how could he escape the powerful soul perception of the young man in black, and his understanding of killing intent was far greater than that of Sikong Haoran, and several other people also discovered his existence, but they didn't expect that this young man would be a fatal blow as soon as he made a move.

"There is nowhere to find it when you step on the iron shoes, it takes no effort to get it, you all have to die today!! Sikong Haoran released a fierce sword qi, a killing intent hidden in the deepest part of his heart.

(End of chapter)