"Those of them are about to overturn the land, saying that they will kill you to vent your anger for the talent of the first place!"

Yi Xiaobai was also very helpless, thinking that if he became famous, there must be female cultivators to pursue him, but it backfired. After complaining a few words to Fu Lingxian, he naturally lay on his bed and said, "Lingxian, I'll stay for a few hours." ”

"You are free, anyway, they are coming to make trouble, I will be the first to hand you over. ”

Fu Lingxian yawned, sat on the stool, lay down on the table, and fell asleep.

Such crazy days lasted for more than half a month.

Gradually, many female cultivators stopped catching him, and he dared to go out of the cultivation place of Dazhuang, and he stayed very little, after all, those female cultivators could come to him at any time to settle accounts.

Yi Xiaobai suddenly said to Da Zhuang: "Hey, why haven't you seen Xiao Stammering for more than half a month?"

Da Zhuang shook his head: "You say that, I really haven't seen him for a long time, he should be practicing his schoolwork in Gengdi." ”

After that, no one talked about it, but they all paid attention to it.

After a few more days, Da Zhuang completely found that the little stammer was gone, and immediately told Yi Xiaobai.

They first searched around the mountaineering peak, but still couldn't find it. Yi Xiaobai was in a hurry, and immediately ran to the mountainside of the mountainside to find Song Xianren.

Said eagerly: "Elder, the Xiao Festival of Gengdi is gone, Elder ......"

Song Xianren heard that it was his voice, and he didn't want to pay attention to it, but when he saw that he was indeed in trouble, he opened the door and asked him to come in and talk about it in detail. Roughly telling him about the matter, he said, "You go back to the land first, and we will deal with the matter of the disciple's loss." ”

Yi Xiaobai said earnestly: "Elder, you must get him back, it is impossible for him to leave the mountaineering peak for no reason." ”

After waving Yi Xiaobai away, Song Xianren began to look for him, and saw that the last place where he disappeared was outside the gate of the Dazhuang Cultivation Ground, and there was no trace to be found.

Song Xianren frowned slightly: "Is the formation of the mountaineering peak already so unbearable? Outsiders can enter my mountaineering peak realm at any time and kidnap people?"

He also searched for a long time, but also did not find any clues, only found the bamboo plaque lost in the forest. This bamboo plaque was a tracker for each disciple, and as a result, it was abandoned in a forest.

After thinking for a moment, he sent a message to the elders of Jiuzong Mountain, asking if anyone from the outside world had entered the mountaineering peak.

In less than a moment, the elder echoed that no one else had entered the mountaineering peak, but there were three disciples descending the mountain, two of whom had already returned, and one had not returned for half a month.

After Song Xianren expressed his gratitude, he summoned a few elders and went to the bottom of the mountain to look for him.

Yi Xiaobai saw Song Xianren and them hurriedly passing by in the deuce, and knew that they had gone down the mountain. Whoever wants to go down the mountain must pass through the decantery.

Yi Xiaobai said to himself: "No, I'm going too!"

Rushed into the room, took the talisman given by the Fu Lingxian and some life-saving things that Mengong had exchanged, all of them, and followed them out of the ground.

Sticking to Qianlixing, his pace was not much different from Song Xianren's speed, and when he encountered the obstructing disciples, the others disappeared.

Disciple on the right: "Did someone trespass on the mountain gate just now?"

Disciple on the left: "Is it a human? I didn't even see it clearly." If you don't have a summit token, you won't be able to enter. If it's a high-level cultivator, we can't stop it. ”

Disciple on the right: "That's right, so be it!"

Yi Xiaobai broke through several access curfews in a row, and finally saw Song Xianren and them. Quietly chasing after them, none of them seemed to notice that there was anyone underground.

After sprinting for another half a day, Song Xianren and the others finally stopped.

He stood in the air, frowned, and said, "Here...... Someone actually refining corpses under Jiuzong Mountain!"

"Senior Brother Song, this is a secret technique of destroying the door, and it was forbidden hundreds of years ago. ”

Song Xianren: "Senior Brother Zeng, you quickly return to Jiuzong Mountain, inform the master, and let him send someone to deal with it." ”

Elder Zeng just wanted to leave, but he heard a chaotic voice from the ground: "Since you are here, you are not in a hurry to leave......" As soon as the sound fell, a barrier rose around them, completely isolating them, and the bamboo card in Song Xianren's hand was blocked before it was broken.

Yi Xiaobai couldn't see the formation rising, he retreated a few hundred feet, and happened to be isolated from the barrier.

Xu didn't have any cultivation, so for them, a mortal was completely inadequate to threaten them, like ants, they could be pinched to death at any time.

Now Yi Xiaobai can only see Song Xianren and them standing in the sky, but he can't hear their conversation.

The village beneath their feet, which had been peaceful and quiet, was now completely transformed into a large pool of blood, in which one person sat cross-legged. The bare upper body hangs his head, and his heart is connected to countless blood threads, distributed in a pool of blood.

Song Xianren squinted slightly: "Sure enough, he is refining the corpse!

"Song Xianren asked you to cultivate with me a hundred years ago, you have to be an elder who climbs the peak! Now that the old man has broken through the foundation, you are still only the fifth-layer ...... of the foundation."

"Hopeless old way! When you stole your disciple's corpse to refine the corpse, the master didn't kill you, which was polite, and now you are still repeating the same mistakes......

Hopeless interrupted him: "Kill me?" hahaha...... He's also worthy?"

Song Xianren looked at the scene underground, and remembered that they had cultivated together at the beginning, he could have followed the hopeless to quickly increase his cultivation by refining corpses, but he really couldn't do it. It is necessary to refine the cultivation and spiritual roots on the disciple's body little by little, and transform them into blood pills to swallow.

Every blood pill is a human life, so how can he go down, he has to tell their master everything. His master remembered that he had no hope and talent, and saw that he sincerely repented, so he only accepted him for eighty percent of his cultivation, and expelled him from the sect and never entered Jiuzong Mountain.

These things seemed to be yesterday, and Song Xianren would never forget his resentful eyes and painful expression that day.

Hopeless said calmly: "When I refine these forty-nine people, the old man of Jiuzong Mountain will not pay attention to it at all." ”

"Senior brother, what now?!"

Song Xianren opened his mouth and said, "Stop him, these disciples can live!"

The sound fell, the blood pool they saw just now disappeared in an instant, and what appeared was the village they had just arrived, and all the disciples in the blood pool just now were living in the village at the moment, and they couldn't see that they had no body at all.

Yi Xiaobai saw the little stammerer shouting in the village from a distance, as if he was selling something.

He lay on his stomach in the wall of air and shouted into the village, "Little stammer!"

As if he hadn't heard it at all, he dragged the other disciples to buy his things, and they only lived in that village.

Song Xianren ordered: "It's an illusion, don't fall for it!"

The other elders, with their hands pinched and Xuanguang wrapped around their bodies, those disciples couldn't get close.

Again, he said, "Don't cast spells, they're all innocent." ”

The hopeless voice came down from the sky again: "Song Xianren, you still haven't changed, you want to eat bear's paws and fish, how can there be such a good thing in the world!"

Song Xianren controlled his emotions: "Don't talk nonsense, don't hide if you have the ability, and compete with me!"

Hopeless sneered: "Do you want to play? Then play with you...... In vain!"

As soon as the sound fell, a man dressed in black, with several deep scars on his face, holding a dagger in his hand, looked very vicious and bloodthirsty.

Hopeless faint transmission: "Don't dirty the blood pool of the teacher!"

"Yes, Master!"

As soon as he appeared, the village disappeared, and instead conjured up a forest with illusion. Each tree had a head, hundreds of them, all with their mouths wide open, as if they were going to eat them.

Song Xianren felt that the cultivation of the young man opposite was not much different from his own, and even higher than his own cultivation.

The boy pinched his hands and all the trees rushed towards them, their trunks glowing with gold, and they wanted to tear off their heads like crazy.

Song Xianren pinched his hands, and his long hair flew up: "Scatter!"

They dispersed for a moment, and then they all gathered towards them.

"Melt!"

A head tree burst to the ground, and the head of one of the disciples inside was cut off, and the body lay quietly next to the head, and the golden light in the belly disappeared.

Song Xianren recognized at a glance that this was a disciple who had been sent back to the clan, who had long since lost signs of life, but now he had become a puppet of the young man.

After a while, the disciple who had been beheaded suddenly stood up, picked up the head not far away, and stood behind the young man, as if waiting for his dispatch.

Song Xianren didn't dare to kill again, for fear that another disciple would die under his own spell, and when he saw that disciple get up again, he couldn't believe it: "Immortal body?!"

The young man smiled disdainfully at him: "He!"

The disciple just now, holding his head, dodged aside, and merged into a big tree, opening his mouth wide.

As long as the boys' spells are endless, they will have to face an endless head tree. As soon as you bite the head tree, the wound will quickly fester, and then slowly dissolve that area. The spell was too cruel and too bloody.

Yi Xiaobai was outside the air wall, watching them fight in the village, they all began to feel sick to their stomachs, he couldn't help it, he hid outside the woods and vomited.

He didn't cultivate, so he couldn't even use the most basic transmission of the bamboo brand, he just wanted to get out of here at the moment, and hurry back to the mountain peak to notify the other elders to save them.

The fighting methods between the young man and Song Xianren have been intensifying and becoming more and more intense. At the beginning, Song Xianren took into account that the head tree was a disciple of the mountaineering peak, and he would be more restrained when he made a move. But now in this kind of scene, if you are soft, you will become the soul of someone else's knife.

It took all his might to crack the immortal body of this head tree with a few other elders.

At this time, their physical strength was about to be exhausted, but the boy sat cross-legged as if he were nothing, and once again conjured up a labyrinth. Song Xianren and the others were separated from each other in the labyrinth, and every step was a trap.

Song Xianren opened his mouth and said, "Don't act rashly!"

He was answered by endless hoarse voices, both familiar to him and unfamiliar to him. He didn't know what was going on with the others, so he could only stand there and try to figure out how to crack it.

Every ten breaths, the labyrinth changes position, and all the puppets of the immortal body will come to interfere, and if they are bitten, they will also suppurate and break. I want to talk about "Double Soul God of War" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~