Compared to Yin Shu, the loot obtained on others is not worth mentioning. Chen Lingxuan had nothing else on his body except for a sword and a robe, which was a typical sword cultivation school; the late Nazhen monk of the Yuhua Sect received the two swords of Luo Shenshang with all his might, and all the items on his body turned into ashes, and he didn't even leave a storage bag; the one in Starstream City still had some good things on his body, and he provided Meng Tongchen with a medium-grade magic weapon: the Falling Star of the Four Heavens.

As soon as he finished packing up the spoils, the sound of breaking the sky sounded in the sky. Meng Tongchen raised his head, and saw that in the direction of the mountain gate of the Yin Hades Temple, a black and white light broke through the sky.

The light did not land, but stopped directly in mid-air. The female cultivator on the side hurriedly saluted: "Disciple Luo Shenshang will see Lord Shuai." ”

Hearing Luo Shenshang's voice, Meng Tongchen and Qian An also hurriedly bowed their heads and saluted.

A kind voice came in mid-air: "No need to be polite. Participating in the business, what's going on?" As he spoke, the handsome man raised his hand and threw a small white flag. The surface of the small banner is engraved with eighteen seals, and the nine jade bells around it are gently shaken, and the sound of the bell is clear, cleansing the mind, and people feel a warm feeling in the heart when they hear it, which is very useful.

As soon as the little hata hit the ground, a layer of yang and fire sparked. The aura on the face of the merchant immediately cast over and landed on the flag. Yang He's firepower then soared, condensing into a flame figure, and he saluted again, "Thank you, Lord Stygian, for your help." ”

At the same time, the female cultivator also saluted again: "Disciple Shen Yun see Lord Shuai." ”

Yang and firepower, this kind of magic weapon is rare in the Yin and Hades Temple. Is there anyone else who cultivates this kind of exercise? Meng Tongchen's mind turned, and he immediately thought of someone. looked up secretly, but it was facing a pair of dark and deep eyes.

This handsome man has a white beard and hair, an ancient face, dressed in a black and white robe, wearing a lotus crown, stepping on bast shoes, and holding a silver silk whisk in his hand.

It was the reincarnation of the handsome man that Meng Tongchen had seen in the entrance exam.

Since the Netherworld Temple obtained the "True Scripton of Life and Death", it is the only one who has broken through to the realm of divine light in forty-nine years.

"The Death Curse is a bit hot. The handsome reincarnation spoke kindly. Although it was just a simple sentence, it made Meng Tongchen extremely excited, after all, this was a real senior who was in the same vein as his own exercises. His praise truly affirmed that Meng Tongchen's cultivation had not gone the wrong way.

"Hey, there's something interesting about this spell. Immediately after hearing this, Meng Tongchen first thought about which spell had attracted the attention of the reincarnation shuai, and then suddenly felt a chill on his back.

What other spell could he have that could be praised by a Divine Light Realm master who also practiced the True Book of Life and Death?

Isn't it just the Thunder Sound Town God Bell?

But where did this spell come about? This is when he broke through to the Nazhen realm, Meng Tongchen saw the mysterious little bell, a new spell formed under the sympathy of heaven and man.

Although the mysterious little bell does not have a high sense of existence on weekdays, Meng Tongchen also knows that this little bell is of great help to his cultivation. During this time, he occasionally flipped through the rumored classics of the cultivation realm, and although he was not really sure of the origin of this little bell, he also knew that it must be a rare treasure.

But since it's a treasure, you have to guard against someone trying to grab it.

Especially under the gate of the Netherworld, which one is a good person? He is just a true cultivator, and this kind of treasure is like a three-year-old child holding gold in the market. Don't say anything about this treasure hidden in his soul and living and dying with him, the ability of the god light master and the ancestor of the law, he has seen it so far.

But fortunately, the reincarnation of the underworld didn't seem to pay too much attention to Meng Tongchen, he waved his robe, and the black and white divine light rolled up the three of them and immediately rushed to the sky.

When he was swept up by the divine light, Meng Tongchen was still a little apprehensive in his heart. But soon he was attracted by the divine light that was enveloping him at this time.

Divine light, the product of the initial fusion of the monk's true qi and his own soul. Cultivating to this realm, the mana of the body is mellow and flawless, and the soul and divine thoughts are integrated into it, which can really be said to be like an arm. Between the thoughts, the divine thoughts can be sprinkled with the divine light all over the body for hundreds of miles, and wherever the divine thoughts go, it is caused by the divine light, and the thoughts are applied to the law, and the hundred miles and thousands of miles are no different from in front of them.

However, after a cup of tea, as soon as the black and white light in front of him was put away, he and Qian An were already down-to-earth again. Looking up, this is already the foot of Luomang Mountain.

"This is the master of the Divine Light Realm. Qian An said with great envy. From the place where they were attacked to Luomang Mountain, there are still thousands of miles away, and it will take more than a day for the Nazhen monk to launch the retreat with all his might, but the reincarnation of the Immortal Shuai will run the divine light, but the time for a cup of tea has arrived, and the speed is more than a hundred times faster.

"This is the divine light. "Compared with Qian An, Meng Tongchen is more concerned about the operation of the divine light. After all, it is the divine light that comes from the same door, although it can't really see its mysteries, but it is of great benefit to Meng Tongchen at this time to comprehend its fur.

"Master?" a silver bell-like voice woke up the two who were distracted. It turned out that Meng Tongchen's cave was not far from the foot of the mountain, and after a little distraction, the two of them had already walked to the door of the cave. Qingchen was returning from outside and happened to meet the two of them.

"Master, what's wrong with you!" the girl's voice rose sharply. It's no wonder that Fang was far away, and she hadn't seen it clearly when the sky was a little dark, so when she walked in, she immediately saw Meng Tongchen covered in blood at the moment, especially the few obvious cracks on the robe, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like she is safe and sound.

"Don't worry, your master is very majestic this time, and even Lord Shuai has praised him. Qian An said with a smile, and then he arched his hand, "Brother Meng, I will leave today first, and I will visit the mansion in the future." "It's a bit too much to go through this trip, and he needs to go back and digest it. Of course, Meng Tongchen is the same, so he didn't say anything about staying guests.

sent Qian An away, entered the cave mansion, and went to work with the light dust who was still not at ease. Meng Tongchen walked into the retreat room for cultivation in the back house, sat down cross-legged, and assumed a standard posture with five hearts facing the sky, ready to start the necessary cultivation every day.

But as soon as Fang sat down, he felt endless exhaustion welling up in his heart. Meng Tongchen insisted slightly, and then simply lay back.

As soon as Fang lay down, he jumped up violently again, found a sect-standard teleportation flying sword, wrote the information and hit it, and then lay down again.

Today's battle can be said to be quite hard.

The life-and-death relationship between monks is extremely draining. And in today's battle, Chen Lingxuan took the road of hand-to-hand combat, and for Meng Tongchen, who was not good at this, the battle made him even more exhausted.

"Maybe I should also learn some hand-to-hand combat methods?" this thought flashed through Meng Tongchen's mind. As far as the monks are concerned, as their cultivation progresses, their divine thoughts gradually spread, and the scope of the fighting method naturally becomes larger and larger. The hand-to-hand combat technique may have miraculous effects when the cultivation is low, but when the cultivation is advanced, most of these methods become decorations, unless Meng Tongchen plans to exercise the true form of the Dharma body

The path of physical cultivation.

In my mind, a thousand strange thoughts fluctuated, and most of them swirled and disappeared. But between the birth and death of thoughts, between the half-asleep and half-awake consciousness, Meng Tongchen clearly saw the very mysterious little bell phantom again.

People have a thousand thoughts, but when their minds are clear on weekdays, all kinds of thoughts belong to them, some are hidden and some appear, and they have certain rules. But in the sleep, the mind disappears, and all kinds of thoughts emerge that are difficult to control, ups and downs, and it is difficult to have a certain number.

Cultivators have strong souls, and their control over thoughts is naturally stronger, although they are still far from the realm of the real so-called thousand thoughts and thoughts, but Meng Tongchen has not dreamed for a long time.

Today, he probably had a dream, right?

In the dream, he returned to the battle of the day. Chen Lingxuan's sword is like a meteor, while he is calm and calm, and both of them are decisive. It doesn't take a few breaths to fight, but the move is fatal, and a wrong step is the difference between life and death.

"If yes, if it is ......" returned to this scene, Meng Tongchen's mind was chaotic at this time, and some thoughts that flashed on weekdays immediately appeared.

The current situation of the war has also changed.

At the beginning of the war, Meng Tongchen's palm lit up. Chen Lingxuan's figure swayed in mid-air, as if she had noticed something. However, the Palm Life Book is different from ordinary methods, and although the Dao robe on her body has five heavens, it cannot be completely blocked.

When the word death fell, Chen Lingxuan's sharp eyes suddenly dimmed, and she fell into the clouds. Yin Shu was angry and took out the Zhentao bead and smashed it violently. It's a pity that although this eldest prince has a powerful magic weapon, his mind is already in chaos, and Meng Tongchen took advantage of the response, and in an instant, he broke his talisman with a life-prolonging death spell and took his life. After that, the battle was the same as before.

It's just that although he won, Meng Tongchen's face was still solemn, and he spit out a few words softly: "Seventeen times." ”

This was the seventeenth time in his dream that he had used the strategy of killing Chen Lingxuan first and then dealing with Yin Shu. This time, the results were the same.

The battle situation reopened, and this time he was replaced by an unknown monk of the late Nazhen Sect of the Nazhen Sect, but his cultivation was in the late Nazhen period, and Meng Tongchen's cultivation was too far behind him, and he could not make contributions in one fell swoop with the Palm Life Book. And without the effect of killing one person unexpectedly, it is naturally difficult to be spared by the opponent who will be beaten more and less later.

In his sleep, this battle Meng Tongchen has relived it hundreds of times according to different developments. This kind of experience is very strange, if you are sober, affected by your own personality and experience, Meng Tongchen's response will inevitably have certain rules. But at this time, he is in a special state, the main body of consciousness is silent, and the means of behavior are at best eclectic, to put it mildly, there is no order at all.

This is also the reason why he has lost more than he won in hundreds of games.

In the midst of the fierce battle, a bell rang suddenly.