Ruins, Soul Cliff.

On the ground, nearly 100 foundation-building breaths groped and searched, casting nets almost inch by inch.

Several strong cross-air planes in the air shocked the Quartet, and the atmosphere was solemn.

After a while, a puzzled voice sounded in the world, "Wang Daoyou, your sect divine beast is on that kid?"

The Venerable Master of the Spirit Beast Pavilion named King Crown had a gloomy face, and his heart was full of anger, Huo Ran turned his head and said word by word, "This beast is the widow of a town guard lord in this sect, and it has a great stake, if Wang finds that someone is deliberately hiding, he will do his best to hunt it down!"

The breath of several people fluctuated, as if they were shocked.

The crown breath spread out, and he roared, "Never die!"

Someone snorted coldly, and after pursed his mouth, he threw his sleeves and turned around.

At this time, everyone raised their heads in unison and looked to the northeast.

Suddenly, the sound of a dragon's groan sounded, and everyone's expressions changed greatly, and the blood in their hearts involuntarily boiled and trembled.

Everyone bowed their heads and did not dare to say a word.

Oh, an ethereal figure appeared in front of everyone, the breath was unfathomable, and it looked at all directions.

Wang Mian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, bowed down in a slightly trembling voice and said, "Disciple greets Lord Zhenshou!"

The ethereal figure was silent, and everyone was sweating profusely, almost suffocating.

After a long time, a flat word slowly came out, "Has the little guy ever found it?"

Wang Mian's head lowered more and more, the fear in his eyes was beyond measure, and he trembled, "Returning to my lordship, I haven't ...... for the time being." ”

"Bang".

The figure of the crown flew upside down five hundred feet away, seriously injured and dying, unconscious.

The people of the other six factions, such as Xiao Tong of the Zixiao Sect, Tang Yinchu, the palace master of the Xuanying Palace, Ouyang Xuanting of the Martial Saint Sect, and Murong of the Illusory Dream Xuan, looked at their noses and noses, and stood respectfully.

After a few breaths, three powerful and powerful beings appeared on the sides of the five people, and after quietly glancing at the people of the five factions, they bowed to the ethereal figure.

"Check!"

The five factions of Jin Dan trembled when they heard this, and after glancing at each other, they obediently took off the storage rings and storage bags on their bodies one by one.

After a while, the three people at the head of the Spirit Beast Pavilion bowed down and said, "Go back to the town guard, there is no little master." ”

The man waved his hand, "Get out."

Xiao Tong, Tang Yinchu and the others quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and after bowing lightly to the ethereal figure, they each flew away quickly.

As he fled, Xiao Tong's figure suddenly froze, and then flew again.

"Tell Xiao Lao'er, if you let someone know that he is a ghost, I will kill Zixiao Palace and cut off his head!"

Xiao Tong echoed in a deep voice, "Seniors rest assured, juniors will inevitably pass on the words to the ancestors!"

Seeing that there was no response, in a few breaths, the five figures swept away.

As for the true disciples of the various sects who are still obeying the orders of the Spirit Beast Pavilion, let them ask for more blessings.

Yuanying real people are here, who dares not to bow down?

............

Soul Cliff, under the abyss, where tens of thousands of unjust souls roared, a figure sat alone.

The figure was purple and the robe was stained with blood and tattered, his face was pale and his breath was sluggish, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

Several truncating guns were stacked messily on his side, and a long sword with more than two feet of blue and red and black in his hand stood horizontally, and his breath was cold and cold.

At the same time, there were dozens of blue and red sword qi on the Divine Sword that entwined several interceptions of evil spears like a gossamer, and the hissing stalemate and absorption sound sounded in the cave, like the sound of devouring.

Sima Yuan frowned slightly, and after gently rubbing the divine sword, the hissing sound subsided a lot, but the devouring speed suddenly increased.

He was a little helpless, and glanced at the evil spear that had been swallowed up in half, and his eyes showed a look of relief.

Again, being able to eat is a blessing!

Don't talk about this evil spear, the Zixiao Sword will be yours in the future!

Then he looked inward and looked over himself.

A little, he muttered to himself, "It's like an elixir, but it can't be refined." ”

His person was Sima Yuan.

He shifted his gaze downwards and glanced at the place in the belly of the dantian, where it was shining brightly and with golden light.

His face showed a cloudy and uncertain color, and he whispered softly, "If it enters my womb, it must be related to me." ”

In his Qi Lake Cave, above the Ten Thousand Blue Waves Ling Yuan, a Qingbi Spirit Palace was as stable as Mount Tai, suspended in the air.

At this moment, there is a blazing Danzhu suspended above its dantian 'Spirit Palace', shining like a thousand and shocking the universe.

After a few moments of hesitation, he cautiously leaned out a wisp of divine consciousness and quietly lingered around his side.

Oh, the divine sense groped forward, and lightly touched the Danzhu.

I heard a loud sound, and a trace of green smoke dissipated.

Sima Yuan immediately had a splitting headache, and the black blood of the seven orifices overflowed, looking like madness, which was extremely terrifying.

Half a day later, Sima Yuan's face became more and more pale and slowly opened his eyes, with a wry smile and helplessness in his eyes.

He could be sure that this Danzhu was a psychic treasure, and he didn't know what the grade was.

But its psychic seems to have a hazy consciousness lurking inside.

Sima Yuan's face darkened, and he said in a low voice, "It turns out that you are the one who is greedy."

In the end, he couldn't help the mysterious treasure, and after a soft sigh, he quietly gave up.

However, there seems to be a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes, even if it enters my belly, can it still let you run?

Then Sima Yuan calmed down and continued to swallow lotus seeds and pills to heal his injuries.

Half a day later, there was a sudden burst of shouting in his ears, and he opened his eyes, and his figure quickly came out of the hole.

After looking upward, he quickly fell without thinking, and his figure disappeared in an instant under the cover of the thick fog of red blood that shrouded all directions.

Half an hour later, several figures searched for this place, and someone exclaimed, "Someone has been here!"

A Zixiao Sect disciple said in a deep voice, "The breath does belong to that traitor, this son should be nearby!"

Immediately, this cliff was dug three feet into the ground and uprooted.

At the same time, a whistling sound fell below the abyss.

Suddenly, several screams came from below, and everyone looked startled and hurriedly rushed out to investigate.

Someone came up quickly from below and shouted, "Hurry up!!

Everyone looked shocked, only to see that as soon as the man's words fell, he was shrouded in a thick fog of red blood, and his breath changed greatly, and he was silent and weak.

A Phantom Dream Xuan disciple's face was pale, "It's 'the spirit of injustice', withdraw quickly!"

When everyone heard this, they all rose into the air.

However, the spirit-like mist swooped down like a fishy wild cat.

However, after a few breaths, more than a dozen people were swallowed up, and only unwilling roars and screams echoed under the cliff.

With a little effort, the two golden pill breaths shook through the mist and descended here.

Before long, one person snorted and staggered.

The person beside him was startled, grabbed the man and left.

The fog behind him chased after him like fangs and claws, and in a roar, the two breaths quickly swept away.

It wasn't until the ethereal figure descended here that the fog subsided slightly, and it seemed to be a little scared.

The ethereal figure snorted coldly, his sleeve robe shook violently, and the roars around him ran through the cliff, poignant and piercing.

The man seemed to be displeased, frowned in confusion, and muttered to himself, "Mist of Grievances?"

............

Sima Yuan didn't know the scene on the cliff above, and at this moment he was in a state of groggy and suspended animation.

The surrounding fog continued to go straight to Sima Yuan's body, occupying most of the area like a siege of a city and plundering land.

However, there are only three places that cannot be approached.

One is in the Zhihu Lake above, a rune sword is shining brightly, and several sword intents are raging, killing the mist in all directions, making a loud noise, so that it does not dare to approach the sea of knowledge.

The other place is within the Sword Yuan of the Purple Palace, and the huge sword array formed by the convergence of tens of thousands of sword elements is under the leadership of the Divine Sword to protect the Purple Palace.

The last place is inside the Qi Lake Dantian, under the suppression of a magnificent spiritual palace, the blue waves are flooded with monstrous waves, blocking the fog in all directions outside the dantian.

At the same time, there seemed to be a condensed Tiangang essence suspended in the air in the Spirit Palace, and the repulsive power poured out, blocking those evil fogs from the outside, not giving an inch.

With a bang, Sima Yuan, who was shrouded in endless mist, fell deep at the bottom of the cliff.

The noise around was silent for a moment, and the sound of groping and groping came.

There were more than a hundred red eyes that suddenly lit up, and slowly approached Sima Yuan.

With a bang, a sword light flashed.

After a wail, the Divine Sword returned bloodied, and there was a bang all around, and dozens of wolf-like beasts fell.

Sima Yuan's eyes widened, and he suddenly woke up and sat up, and after he looked around, his heart was terrified.

Raising his hand, a sword slashed out, and several screams rang out, and after a roar, he whimpered and retreated.

Sima Yuan slowly breathed a sigh of relief, but mentioned it again in his heart.

But I saw that there was red blood in front of me, as if I was in the world of the blood lake, and there was no end.

He gasped for blood-colored mist and coughed up several drops of blood, looking horrified.

At this time, he finally noticed that his house was strange, and after exploring for a long time, he suddenly moved his heart and muttered to himself, "Evil fog? These evil qi and red mist are the things that the souls of the Western Netherworld Sect gathered in the past. ”

He glanced at his own situation, except for the three major spirit caves, which were not occupied for the time being, the rest of his body was invaded by the mist.

His red blood beads turned slightly, and after squinting slightly, his thoughts entered the dantian.

A little bit of refining power came out from the Spirit Palace, like a drop in the lake, and it escaped into the vast red mist, inconspicuous.

After a while, Sima Yuan lowered his head and stared at the little wetness in his palm, and suddenly his body shook, as if he was trembling, and his eyes seemed to be ecstatic!

He muttered to himself, "The earth evil is the head of the evil qi, and the evil mist of the evil souls in front of me is also the evil qi. Now that I have the essence of Tiangang in my hands, why don't I take this opportunity to condense the 'Gangsha'?"

Sima Yuan looked up at the sky, it was red, as if the entire thousands of zhang abyss was shrouded in this mist, and he suddenly grinned.

After a long time, Fang whispered, "His poison is really my candied fruit." ”

Instead, Sima Yuan slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath of mist into his body, and went straight to the dantian.

With a whistling sound, as he passed through the Purple Palace, a ghostly light flashed in the sword qi, and Sima Yuan faintly heard a terrible scream.

He was startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

There seemed to be something outside the body, and the fog that was slowly squirming with condensed fat jumped like thunder in an instant, and it was crazy, and it poured into Sima Yuan's body.

His face was shocked, and after the thought came out, a ghostly light came out of the Divine Sword.

Slashed towards the surging and whistling mist.

The hiss, the screams, the groans of pain, etc. were endless.

Sima Yuan's eyes lit up, "Soul Destroying Sword!"

The corners of his mouth smiled, and he suddenly opened his mouth to swallow it, and several mouthfuls of mist entered his body, and the sword qi roared again.

A few slashing sounds sounded, and the remaining souls in the mist were slashed and killed.

Suddenly, Sima Yuan suddenly felt a heavy figure, and a click sounded on his side, and the red soil sank for a minute.

He looked inwardly at the dantian, but saw that there seemed to be a drop of red blood in the spirit palace condensed.

The blood is as small as raindrops, the whole body is congested, and the wisps of mist continue to soak in and disperse, like a source.

At the same time, when this drop of evil liquid appeared, there seemed to be a ripple around Sima Yuan, strong and incomparable.

A faint Jindan majesty arose.

At the same time, as the evil liquid got closer and closer to the solidified mass in the Spirit Palace, the majesty became thicker and thicker!

Sima Yuan's spirit perked up, and after his mind turned sharply, his expression was solemn.

A spiritual power was transmitted into the Danzhu, "Gangjing!"

Danzhu turned a deaf ear and did not move.

He took a deep breath and handed out another thought.

"The essence of Tiangang you swallowed, spit it out for me!"

Danzhu spun around, as if facing away from the past.

Sima Yuan seemed to have black lines on his forehead, his eyes trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

He endured the almost riotous mood, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said with a straight face, "At least pay me back."

Danzhu rolled forward and collapsed.

Sima Yuan secretly said that this guy has really become a sperm!

He came out again, still unanswered.

In the end, Sima Yuan threatened viciously, "If you don't give me some more, next time even if there is a chance, the master will not cheapen you if he throws it away!"

"How about good cooperation, let's be mutually beneficial and win-win?"

After a long silence, a silver thread swept into the solidified mass in the Spirit Palace below.

Suddenly, a more powerful qi suddenly dispersed, and rolled down with that evil liquid outside the Spirit Palace.

Sima Yuan's face flashed with joy, and he snorted a few times in his heart, count you as acquaintances!

Then, while he controlled the drop of evil liquid, he slowly approached the condensed thing of Tiangang's essence, and at the same time, he swallowed the evil mist outside his body and condensed the evil liquid.

In this way, Sima Yuan continued to devour the evil mist, using the Divine Sword to destroy the remnant soul in it, and then merged it into the Dantian Spirit Palace and refined it into liquid.

Half a day later, he had already condensed ten drops of the evil liquid, which were lined up and suspended next to the essence of Tiangang.

He took a deep breath and slowly brought the evil liquid closer to the essence of Tiangang.

At ten feet, the liquid resistance was uncontrollable, and Sima Yuan gritted his teeth and insisted.

At five feet, the liquid was almost out of control, trembling incessantly, and at the same time, a strong sense of rejection permeated.

And at this time, Sima Yuan already had a trace of the true meaning of a half-step golden pill!

Sima Yuan suddenly became clear, intending to condense the 'Gangsha Golden Pill', and it was necessary to fuse the liquid of the earth evil and the essence of Tiangang into one.

However, the two are extremely repulsive to both sides, and the closer they get, the greater the resistance.

Suddenly, it was close to three feet!

At this time, he saw that the essence of Tiangang, which was originally silent and silent, suddenly burst out with a strong momentum, and instantly shook ten drops of evil liquid out of the Spirit Palace.

At the same time, Sima Yuan's mental incarnation was instantly torn to pieces by this momentum.

Sima Yuan in the outer room puffed out and spit out a mouthful of ink-like soul blood, and the red ink between the seven orifices was mixed together.

He coughed heavily, his face that was slightly ruddy turned pale in an instant, and his breath dropped sharply.

The surrounding fog was like smelling a glimmer of opportunity, and after a half-silence, madness surged in.

Sima Yuan snorted a few times, and the red blood mist like smoke and mist burrowed into his body like a spirit snake.

He suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, his eyes widened with rage, his whole body trembled like a sieve, and his breath was disordered.

Suddenly, a sword trembled out, and after a terrible scream from the remnant soul in the body, it fell silent.

At the same time, Sima Yuan's body was swollen and bloated, quietly retracting and returning to its original state.

A little, his red eyes crossed a trace of clarity, and a trace of fear lingered in his eyes.

He muttered to himself, "It's dangerous!"

The fusion of the evil liquid and the essence of Tiangang failed just now, causing the external evil fog to invade wildly, and it was almost eroded by the spiritual intelligence.

If you don't ask the guardian of the Excalibur at the critical moment, you will become a demonic puppet and a walking corpse.

In the following days, Sima Yuan silently crossed his knees and recovered from his injuries.

It wasn't until after the end of the month that his complexion improved.

Sima Yuan looked inwardly at the dantian, and saw that the aura of the 'Tiangang Essence' above the Spirit Palace had changed greatly, no longer as quiet and silent as before, but with an aggressive attitude.

His heart sank, and his mind kept turning, wondering how to trick him into being fooled.

Trick?

Sima Yuan's heart moved, his eyes glanced at the storage bag, and after his eyes flickered a few times, he already had a plan in his heart.

Oh, thinking about the Fa movement, the surging sword yuan in the body roared and small, and there was almost a tendency to make a big move.

Between breaths, tens of thousands of drops of sword yuan drove straight in, heading straight for the dantian.

The 'essence of Tiangang' is like a great enemy, guarding the camp and preparing to attack.

Sima Yuan patted the storage bag lightly, and a splendid box full of talismans fell into his palm.

With a flick of the sword qi, there was a snap, and the box suddenly opened.

A dragon-like insect was lying quietly in it, seemingly dormant and sleeping.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a fantasy emerging, as if the achievement of the golden pill was on top of the realm, and the realm of great ambitions.

Sima Yuan smiled playfully, his gaze shifted slightly, staring at somewhere in the air.

He said lightly, "If you help me get through this difficulty, I will take it within my power in the future." ”

After a few moments of silence in the air, there was a bang, and the illusion shattered, revealing a small insect.

None other than the mirage.

Its two dragon-like horns touched lightly, looking directly at Sima Yuan.

Sima Yuan's eyes flashed, and he said softly, "If one person gains the Tao, the chicken and dog will ascend to heaven." ”

"In the future, if I have the opportunity to enter the Dao, don't you have the day to scale the dragon?"

The mirage tilted its little head in contemplation for a moment, then nodded slightly.

It immediately flew into Sima Yuan's palm.

His heart was relieved, and his gaze fell on the dantian, the spirit palace.

After secretly transmitting a thought, he slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

After a while, he sat and watched the gods, meditated with his eyes closed, and prepared for war!

Three days later, in the midst of this thousand feet of red mist, a blazing bloody eye opened its eyes, and its momentum was like a rainbow, soaring straight into the sky.

Sima Yuan said in a deep voice, "Fog, gather!"

In an instant, the wind and clouds were raging, the red mist was whistling, and the bottom of the cliff instantly flew sand and rocks, and a wave of air swept in all directions.

After Sima Yuan shouted, a broken cauldron was released, and the momentum was like a rainbow.

He looked inward, and a deep voice sounded, "Fog, Gangjing, give me condensation!"