The old man in the monk's robe did not forget the lesson of the last time, and he set up a layer of blue light barrier around him to prevent the sudden interference from happening again, and this time he wanted to catch it all and send it into the ethereal nameless realm.

"Nanchen, he wants to kill his soul, and his soul will fly out of the sky and scatter in the sky. Bai Jiao, who was helpless, once again reminded Nanchen that her heart was desperate at this time.

Ling Qingyao next to her was also prepared, she had already heard of the Soul Destroying Technique, and knew that this spell was unfathomable and unfathomable, and it was difficult to cast such a Xuanyin spell without extremely high attainments.

The stone box in his arms began to tremble, Qi Cong hurriedly pressed his hand on his chest, wanting to stop the soul elf's impulse again, her situation was already very dangerous, it could be said that her life was hanging by a thread, and she couldn't withstand another toss.

Knowing that he couldn't press it, since he recited the spell of the bishop and opened the stone box, the current stone box is only controllable by the soul elves, and Qi Cong has no way at all.

"Nanchen, is it Nanchen fighting with that evil monk?" The words echoed in Qi Cong's mind, and the soul power of the soul spirit was seriously damaged, and the ability to perceive was seriously reduced.

As soon as Qi Cong heard the words of the soul elf, she was so weak, how could she let her out again, but she couldn't lie to her, now everyone was shrouded in a crisis, in case she had a decision to delay, wouldn't she become a sinner and an accomplice.

Qi Cong hesitated for a while, and said reluctantly: "It's Nanchen, he is about to fight the evil monk." ”

"Close to Nanchen. The short four words made Qi Cong's heart sink, today is his saddest day, and the soul elf is going to explain things to Nanchen.

He didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly ran towards Nanchen...

At this time, Nanchen was gathering true power, and the sword blade spread the fire of the Red Underworld, and when he saw Qi Bo rushing over, he didn't say anything to stop it.

"Don't pay attention to the mana of the Yin and Yang Soul Killing Zen, concentrate on slashing the evil monk's left arm, and I'll do the rest. Nanchen's mind floated through a familiar heart.

It is no exaggeration to say that no matter what kind of creation Nanchen has in the future, his enlightenment teacher is the soul elf, and Nanchen naturally listens to the soul elf's teachings.

At this moment, the old man in the monk's robe threw his Zen staff, as if the whole valley was shaking, and then split out the majestic mana, and the earth swelled with dark air waves, spreading everywhere like waves and sand, everywhere he went, like a wind sweeping autumn leaves, indestructible

Ling Qingyao saw that the time had come, and was about to throw the sarcophagus into the air with a sarcophagus in his hand, when a white light flashed in front of him, and a hanging coffin appeared in the air, and the dazzling white light burst out, enveloping the entire canyon.

The gloomy waves of air surging from the earth were suppressed by the dazzling white light that burst from the sarcophagus, and as the waves of air receded, cracks began to appear in the sarcophagus.

When the air wave disappeared, there was a "bang" in the sky, a dazzling white light flashed, and the hanging coffin exploded like dust and smoke, and then the smoke disappeared.

The old man in the monk's robe spurted a mouthful of blood, and when he saw the hanging coffin in the air bursting, he showed a look of fear, what is this sarcophagus, maybe he knows better than the soul elf, how can such a treasure be in the soul elf?

At this time, Nanchen, who was tense in his heartstrings, saw the scene in front of him, his heart was a pinch of anger, and he rushed towards the old man in the monk's robe.

The yin and yang gossip reversed, and a thick chaotic true qi gathered thousands of silver rays of light, like a leaping silver fish, and like a dragon scale blade, accumulating on the strings of the ancient scroll, and the four heartstrings were hooked and ready to go.

Just when the old man in the monk's robe came to his senses and wanted to swing his Zen staff again.

A sword covered with thousands of dragon scales, glowing with red fire, the sword roared, and shot towards the old man in the monk's robe, Nanchen made a move...

Everyone was still immersed in the state of mind of the hanging coffin bursting, and was pulled back by the sword that shattered the valley, and instantly held their breath, and their frightened eyes followed the dragon-like sword and looked at the old man in the monk's robe.

Nanchen wheel swept the heartstrings, and thousands of dragon scale blades swirled angrily, smashing the ghostly light barrier of the old man in the monk's robe, and the sword was like a sharp arrow, piercing his left arm.

The old man in the monk's robe quickly swirled the Zen staff, "bell" a metal collision shock, the moment the sword and the Zen staff touched, the four heartstrings of Nanchen swirling swept together, and then there was a "bang" sound, and the fire of the red underworld opened.

The old man in the monk's robe blocked the fierce sword momentum, and before he could rejoice, the sputtering red fire was attached to his left arm, which burned the skin and flesh, and the green smoke with the smell of burnt smell spread.

The old man in the monk's robe, who was caught off guard, let out a painful wail, and with a "click", he cut off his left arm with one palm, and then pulled off the monk's robe.

Nanchen took the opportunity to jump, "The sword is coming!", volleyed to catch the swirling dragon soft sword, and slashed at the head of the old man in the monk's robe.

At this moment, a black dragon's body arched, poked out its claws, and catapulted towards Nanchen from behind.

"No! Hei Jiao •••Don't,•••" In a hurry, Bai Jiao let out a heart-rending cry, but Hei Jiao did not hesitate at all, and grabbed Nanchen's back.

"Don't, he's your big-faced dragon..." Bai Jiao shouted this, closed her eyes in despair, tears welled up in her eyes, she didn't dare to see what was about to happen.

The black Jiao who chased behind Nanchen hesitated, he seemed to have a conscious reaction, his claws hung in the air and stagnated, and he didn't catch it...

Nanchen, who was eager to kill the evil monk, only then did he realize the threat of the black Jiao behind him, and then the sword head turned sharp, and the sharp edge was like a broken bamboo, directly slashing at the black Jiao who was hesitating behind him.

"Boom," a disemboweling sound came out.

The black dragon let out a painful "moo!" sound, and its huge body tossed and turned, falling from the sky, twitching its huge body in the canyon, and burning it with a faint blue fire.

There was an exclamation from the canyon, regardless of human and demon, all of them showed panicked colors, and fled in all directions.

Hearing the painful sound of "mooing", Bai Jiao opened her eyes and saw the scene in front of her, and she almost fainted due to the complex sadness and depression.

"I'm sorry, Heijiao, if there is an afterlife, Bai Jiao will marry you..."

The old man in the monk's robe with a painful expression on his face was also surprised by the scene that happened in front of him, he manipulated the black Jiao to attack Nanchen, although he avoided the crisis, he was shocked by Nanchen's murderous intent, and he didn't blink his eyes, it was his own father.

"Good boy, you can do it! count you ruthless, there will always be a time for the hatred of a broken arm, and there will be a period later!" the old man in the monk's robe threw down these words, and the figure of the Zen staff on the ground disappeared.

"Escape Technique?" Nanchen muttered to himself with some annoyance, and then went crazy and pierced the ground with his sword, and one after another sharp sword slashed out, splashing the dirt and gravel in all directions.

"Brother Nanchen! The Mountain King has fled halfway up the mountain," Xiaobai shouted to the crazy Nanchen.

Xiao Bai paid attention to his movements from the beginning when he found the mandrill, but the fight between the mandrill and Bai Jiao injured him and fled without a trace.

Nanchen heard Xiaobai's reminder, stopped his madness, and his anger spilled on the mandrill, and he didn't chase after him quickly.

The aggrieved anger in his heart made Nanchen have even more cruel thoughts, and he wanted to slowly torture the dead mandrill.

He held a soft sword and walked towards the mandrill step by step, but he suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on the bluestone in front of him, like a stone statue stunned there.

Nanchen didn't continue walking, but slowly turned his head and looked at Qi Cong on the side with dull eyes.

Qi Cong frowned, closed his eyes, tried his best to control his sadness, and slowly lowered his head.

Nanchen moved forward step by step, walking to his mother's curled up body, Zhou Huanzi's whole body was blurred with flesh and blood, and the scars were as deep as bones, and he closed his eyes.

After a moment, there was an uncontrollable choking sound from behind Uncle Teng, and the other disciples also sobbed.

Nanchen straightened his mother's body, pillowed his head on the bluestone, half lay down next to the bluestone, took off his green clothes, and gently covered his mother.

Pick up the sword on the ground and walk towards the mountainside where the mandrill fled...

At this time, Ling Qingyao seemed to feel something, she looked at Qi Cong opposite in confusion, and Qi Cong felt a little furious in her heart.

Qi Cong was holding a black card in his hand, which the soul elf asked him to pick up, he thought that Ling Qingyao was attracted by this black card, and then walked over to Ling Qingyao.

"Does the girl know what this black card is?" Qi Cong asked directly and straight to the point.

Ling Qingyao naturally knew what this black card was, but she was not puzzled by the black card, she also saw the hanging coffin in the air just now, and the sarcophagus was only one word different from hers.

She felt that breath, this is what made her wonder, she didn't answer Qi Cong's question directly, but asked, "What else do you have?"

Qi Cong looked at himself suspiciously, except for the token of the guard, there was nothing on his body, the stone box had turned into a hanging coffin and exploded, could it be that she was talking about a soul elf?

When Qi Cong thought of the soul elf, his heart also sank, after the hanging coffin exploded, the soul elf did not return to him, only left a sentence in his mind, let him pick up this black card and hand it to Nanchen.

"You don't have to guess, where did she go?"

As soon as Ling Qingyao's voice fell, she held a stone box in her hand and said, "You have soul blood splashed on your body, if you don't treat it, her life will be in danger." ”

Of course, Qi Cong knew that the soul elf was in danger of life, but the girl said that there was soul blood splashed on his body, and he didn't see a drop, so he immediately raised his head and said: "This girl, she is not by my side, after the hanging coffin bursts, I have not seen her come back, only this black card is left." ”

Ling Qingyao heard Qi Cong's words, pondered for a while, and her face gradually showed a look of surprise, could it be that the soul elf went there?

Her conjecture made her shudder...