Dissolving the knot in the chaos bead, after Ye Xuan's consciousness returned to his body, he cut off his obsession, which was almost a matter of course.

And after cutting off the obsession, in Ye Xuan's eyes, the whole world seemed to be different. The once mysterious laws of heaven and earth became clear and clear in Ye Xuan's eyes at this time.

Obviously, if it is said that after Da Luo, Da Luo to the quasi-saint is a watershed, and after the quasi-saint, the beheading of the corpse and the unbeheaded corpse is a watershed, then the beheading of two corpses and the beheading of three corpses is undoubtedly another watershed. Cutting two corpses and three corpses are completely different realms.

If it is said that stepping into the quasi-saint can be regarded as barely breaking away from the category of immortals and touching the realm of saints, then cutting three corpses has already stepped into the realm of saints in half a step. In other words, if the three corpses are beheaded, as long as they do not fall in the middle, sanctification is almost inevitable, it is just a matter of time.

After adapting to this feeling, Ye Xuan looked at the four girls under the laurel tree, a touch of warmth flashed in his eyes, and he just wanted to say something, but suddenly noticed something, and his face changed greatly: "Er dare!" Before the words fell, Ye Xuan's figure disappeared in place.

Suddenly encountering this change, Wangshu and a few people were stunned, but they didn't know what was happening. Glancing at each other, Wangshu and Nuwa followed the spatial fluctuations that Ye Xuan had left, and immediately followed.

Mengjin Ferry.

It has been forty-nine days since Jiang Ziya used the Nailhead Seven Arrows Book, and the power of the Nailhead Seven Arrows Book is about to reach its peak, and this day is the most critical day.

In the camp of the Zhou army on the south bank of the Yellow River, a well-defended area, a high platform built according to the trend of the five elements of gossip was built in it, on the high platform, Jiang Ziya was wearing a gossip robe, holding a peachwood sword, holding a talisman in his left hand, and chanting words in his mouth between steps, and the talisman in his left hand was burned. And with Jiang Ziya's spell, on the straw man on the high platform, a trace of strange black qi that is difficult to see with the naked eye slowly swirled, and then disappeared out of thin air. The straw man is lit with a soul lamp on the top and bottom, and a talisman is attached to his body, and the word "calligraphy" is the name of Yunxiao.

Under the high stage, all the people present were there, all looking at the stage with solemn expressions, and they all knew that today was the time to see everything.

And on the high platform, behind Jiang Ziya, Lu Jian carried a flower basket and quietly watched Jiang Ziya cast spells there, with a confident look.

At the same time, in Wen Zhong's camp on the north bank of the Yellow River, Yunxiao lay quietly on the bed, shrouded in a pale yellow light, but it was the protective aura of the apricot yellow flag that was stimulated by itself, and under the protective aura of the apricot yellow flag, the slightest strange black qi was constantly generated out of thin air, and then submerged into the seven orifices of the clouds, making Yunxiao unconscious, but there was still a trace of pain on his face. In the big tent, looking at Yunxiao's painful look, Bi Xiao and Qiong Xiao were anxious to walk around, restless, but there was nothing they could do.

However, if someone takes a closer look, they will find that in addition to the yellow light of the protective body of the Wutu Apricot Yellow Banner and the weird black gas on Yunxiao's body, in the purple mansion of Yunxiao, there is a faint clear light that protects the Yuanshen of Yunxiao.

On the south bank of the Yellow River, in the camp of the Zhou army, Jiang Ziya's spell casting was gradually coming to an end. The talisman in his left hand burned out, and with Jiang Ziya's last bow, the last wisp of black qi around the straw man disappeared into the straw man and disappeared.

After doing all this, Jiang Ziya let out a long sigh of relief. I saw that at this time, he was already sweating like pulp, his face was pale, and his mana was exhausted, but it was because he had been urging the nail-headed Seven Arrows Book for forty-nine days, and he was already close to collapse.

Seeing this, Lu Jian smiled slightly, stepped forward and said, "Ziya Gong has worked hard. Now that the forty-ninth day is over, there will be Lao Ziyagong to work hard again to do his best. ”

As he spoke, Lu Jian opened the flower basket in his hand, only to see a small mulberry branch bow and seven small wooden arrows placed in the flower basket.

Seeing Jiang Ziya's puzzled expression, Lu Jian explained: "This bow and arrow is refined with the wood of the innate spirit Fusang tree, and it is a matching magic weapon with the nail head Seven Arrows Book. After the seven arrows of the nail head book were worshipped for 7749 days, he shot down the straw man with this bow and arrow, and his person killed himself. These seven arrows first shot the eyes with two arrows, then shot the heart with one arrow, shot the left and right heavenly spirits, shot the dantian with one arrow, and shot the last arrow at the purple mansion. ”

Nodding, Jiang Ziya took the mulberry bow and arrow from Lu Press's hand, opened the small bow, and shot an arrow, hitting the left eye of the straw man.

At the same time, in the Wenzhong camp on the north bank of the Yellow River, Yunxiao, who was unconscious in bed, snorted, and a trace of blood flowed down the corner of his closed left eye, and at the same time, the clear light in the purple mansion also dimmed a little.

Seeing this, Bixiao and Qiong Xiao on the side suddenly burst into tears in their anxious eyes, but they could only watch dryly, and they couldn't help at all.

And as Jiang Ziya shot an arrow again, the mulberry arrow hit the right eye of the straw man, and in the middle of the camp, Yunxiao snorted, and a trace of blood also flowed out of his right eye, and the clear light in the purple mansion dimmed again.

After that, every time Jiang Ziya shot an arrow, the breath on Yunxiao's body withered a little, and the clear light in the Purple Mansion also dimmed a point, after six arrows, Yunxiao had already described it as withered, and most of the green silk had turned into silver hair at some point, mixed with it, the Yuan Shen in the Purple Mansion and the Qing Light on the Yuan Shen had dimmed to the extreme.

However, except for Lu Pressure, what no one noticed was that every time Jiang Ziya shot an arrow, a trace of extremely faint but indeed existing black qi sank into his Purple Mansion along the mulberry wood small bow in his hand, and then disappeared.

After shooting six arrows, Jiang Ziya only felt that his already tired body became more tired, but looking at the last arrow in his hand, Jiang Ziya still used his last strength to raise the bow and arrow in his hand and aimed it at the grass man's purple mansion.

Just shoot this arrow, and you're done.

Raise your hand, take your bow, aim, and shoot an arrow.

A faint smile had already surfaced on the corners of Lu Jian and the lamp's mouth, but at this moment, a voice like thunder sounded out of thin air: "Er dare!"

Before the words fell, before everyone could react, they saw a flash of blue light out of thin air, but the last peachwood sword turned into powder together with the straw man on the stage. However, there was only one quasi-saint present, more than ten Da Luo Jin Immortals, but only a vague figure was seen.

Burning the lamp and Lu Quan's smiles froze instantly, and the atmosphere fell silent for a while.

After a long time, the uncertain voice of Yuding Zhenren sounded in the camp: "That was just now, senior brother?"