For a moment, the entire stone chamber fell silent, and the three members of the Yin-Yang Sect all bit their lips tightly, unable to bear to think of this past.

Not wanting the white-haired old woman to fall into painful memories, Xuanyuan Wenying said lightly: "The master has told me since I was a child, I sent my ancestors to live on Xuanlong Mountain for generations. ”

"Legend has it that Xuanlong Mountain has a strong aura, which is because of the blessing of the ancestors. After the ancestors died, their souls would remain in Xuanlong Mountain for hundreds of years. Xuanyuan Wenying looked at the "Soul Gathering Stone" and was slightly distracted.

Mo Chen was puzzled: "So what?"

Xuanyuan Wenying glanced at him: "Tens of thousands of years ago, the Six Saints were still walking in the world, when Daode Tianzun passed by Xuanlong Mountain, he felt that there was a place where souls lived in Xuanlong Mountain, disturbing reincarnation. Later, the ancestors of the sect followed his guidance and dug up the mountain range, and found these 'Soul Gathering Stones'."

Mo Chen was a little impatient, and said to the white-haired old woman, "What is the reason for the collapse of the Yin Yang Xuanlong Sect?"

The white-haired old woman closed her eyes and didn't answer, as if her thoughts had returned to ancient times, when the sect was in high spirits.

After a long time, she sighed, opened her eyes and replied: "The soul is the origin of all things, the root of all things, all things have souls, all living beings in the world first refine their bodies, and when they have a perfect body, they will cultivate their souls, and their souls will be completed and their lives will be changed against the sky!"

Her eyes were fixed on the ink dust, as if she wanted to see through it, and she continued, "This is the truth that almost everyone in the world knows, but have you ever thought that the soul is a powerful material?"

Mo Chen couldn't help but be shocked: "What are you doing with soul as a material?"

The white-haired old woman still didn't answer, and said to herself: "All magic weapons have a spirit, so how did this spirit come about?"

Mo Chen was shocked: "It's human...... The soul of a living being?"

The white-haired old woman said coldly: "Throughout the ages, why can the divine soldiers only exert their true power in the hands of the strong? Strength is certainly one of the points, but more importantly, under the power of millions of souls in the divine soldiers, the weak will inevitably suffer backlash and become monsters that are not human or ghosts, and eventually turn into souls in the soldiers like many souls. ”

Mo Chen suddenly realized: "Then this Yin Yang Xuanlong Sect's unique 'Soul Gathering Stone' is the best material for mass production of instrument spirits!"

The white-haired old woman nodded solemnly: "The casting master is looking for the geist and imprisoning it in the magic weapon, and after that, the blade will have spirituality." But once all things die, the three souls and seven spirits immediately dissipate between heaven and earth, and it is very difficult to obtain souls. ”

Mo Chen immediately shouted: "Refining things with souls, such actions will be punished by heaven!"

The white-haired old woman was disdainful, and raised her voice and said, "Damnation...... Throughout the ages, who has stood on the top of heaven and earth has not worn a magic weapon with a weapon spirit? Have you ever heard of them suffering from heaven's damnation?"

At this time, the blood-red beetle parked on the windowsill seemed to be frightened, flapped its wings and flew up, "buzzing" through the window, through the stalagmite cave, and then flew out of the dilapidated Taoist temple, and finally flew towards the northeast.

Mo Chen was a little confused, unable to accept it for a while, quietly pondering, and his sharp sword eyebrows twisted.

But the white-haired old woman changed her words at this time: "The difference is that some souls are willing......"

Mo Chen was puzzled: "Willingly become an instrument spirit, and you can't be reincarnated forever?"

The white-haired old woman nodded and said: "The soul is destroyed, but the love is difficult to eliminate, since I have no chance of the Great Dao, it is very likely that he will be that small insect in the next life, and he will not turn into a brilliant instrument spirit in this world, and help his beloved become a legend." ”

Mochen asked, "I still don't understand, why are you saying this to me?"

The white-haired old woman exhaled a long breath and stared solemnly at Mo Chen: "My life is over...... I want to ask Xiaoyou to be the master of my yin and yang faction. ”

"Impossible!" exclaimed three times, and the three of them stood up at the same time, but the meaning of the words was completely different.

Xuanyuan Wenying said anxiously: "Master, you won't die, you will definitely be able to break through again during this time and get the longevity rewarded by heaven and earth." ”

Mu Yingying also hugged the arm of the white-haired old woman, and kept crying: "Master, you won't die...... Master, you can't leave Yingying alone......"

But Mo Chen stood in place, his expression incomprehensible: "You want me to help you with your evil cultivation, wishful thinking!"

Xuanyuan Wen Ying said angrily: "We are not evil cultivators, if you say this again, I will kill you with a sword!"

When the sword was rattling, the white-haired old woman knocked on the floor with her cane again, her expression was a little solemn, and she slowly lifted the long sleeve of her right hand, but to everyone's surprise, the skinny arm was covered with more than a dozen golden scales at this time.

Mo Chen was surprised: "You...... You're not a Terran!"

The white-haired old woman was a little stunned, and said to the three people: "Actually, ......"

Before he finished speaking, suddenly the entire stone chamber began to shake violently, and countless stalactites on the top were shattered and fell, as if it was raining stones.

Mo Chen's heart was deceitful, so he hurriedly drew his sword with his backhand and rushed out first, but the three people behind him were also a little at a loss, and then rushed out together.

In a moment, the four of them ran out of the dilapidated Taoist temple, but what caught their eyes was the endless monks under the mountain, wearing blood-red robes and tattooed bloody stumps on their chests, and they were constantly approaching like a Taoist temple on the mountain.

Mo Chen roared angrily at the three people behind him, "When you were holding me, you contacted the evil cultivator and wanted to ambush me?"

The expressions of the three of them were dazed, and the white-haired old woman looked back at Xuanyuan Wenying and Mu Yingying.

But the second daughter's expression was almost the same as hers, and she couldn't understand what was happening now.

The white-haired old woman hurriedly explained, "Little friend, you misunderstood, we didn't contact the people of the Blood Demon Sect. ”

Mo Chen pointed at the endless monks in the distance and roared, "Then how do you explain this group of evil cultivators?"

The white-haired old woman who asked this question was also stunned, and she couldn't understand why the people from the Blood Demon Sect rushed so murderously, she hurriedly wanted to reach out and grab Mo Chen: "Little friend, you come behind us first, hurry!"

But before she could catch Mo Chen, Mo Chen took a step back and looked at the white-haired old woman vigilantly.

She stretched out her hand in the air, and she could only take it back, she knew that it was useless to say anything to Mo Chen at this time, so she could only hurriedly walk to the front and shouted to everyone under the mountain: "The monk of the Blood Demon Sect, why did you offend the sacred mountain of my Yin Yang Sect, if the Blood Moon Bead is used, my Yin Yang Sect will be handed over after half a month." ”

At the front of the line, the red-haired man said disdainfully: "Tsk, Shenshan? There are only three women left in the entire sect, what kind of mountain do you want to open, what kind of sect do you establish." He opened his palm, and the blood-red beetle flew slowly.

The white-haired old woman's expression changed, and she said coldly: "Have the Ten Thousand Beasts Controlled Envoy Sect also taken refuge in you?" ”

The red-haired man smiled indifferently and said, "The one who knows the times is Junjie." ”