"Uncle Fengyou!"

Yu Linglong exclaimed in surprise, and the Blood Shadow Crazy Knife and Xiaoyue and the others not far away were fine, Shan Yuzheng and Gu Yang Zhenren's faces were like earth, and all the righteous path cultivators in the distance were shocked, who was this person, who could resist such a terrifying power with his own strength.

The cloaked man looked at Shan Yuzheng and the others not far away, and said lightly: "Qingluo, take Linglong and Xiao Chen back, I am here." ”

"Yes!" The woman in Tsing Yi hugged Yu Linglong and Xiao Chen, and was about to leave as soon as her body moved, Shan Yuzheng shouted: "Stop!" rushed up instantly.

With a wave of the cloaked man's sleeves, he turned into a three-zhang demonic mist and blocked him back, and everyone in the distance saw this, and they couldn't care so much anymore, even if they were some Silent Annihilation Realm cultivators who were not enemies of Xiao Chen before, they all instantly rushed up to stop the woman in Tsing Yi from leaving.

Shan Yuzheng looked at the cloaked man and said coldly: "Who is Your Excellency? The person who appeared a hundred years ago is also you!"

"The wind is quiet. The cloaked man said lightly, a black mist hidden under his hat, and he couldn't see his face at all.

"Wind and Quiet...... This is not your real name!" After drinking, Shan Yuzheng's whole body Zhenyuan was shocked, and a white flame suddenly rose from his body, and everyone in the distance was colorless: "He is burning the natal soul element!"

The so-called burning natal soul element, that is, really fighting with life, once the soul element is burned out, it will disappear from this world forever, and even reincarnation cannot be entered, which is a more poignant way to fight than the military solution itself.

The cloaked man felt a hint of threat, and with a push from the Demon Yuan, five black mist shrouded towards Shan Yuzheng, but when it touched the layer of white flames outside the opponent's body, all the black mist turned into nothing, and at this moment, he felt a trace of cold murder.

This trace of killing power does not come from Shan Yuzheng in front, but from behind!

"Tut-tut...... It seems that this seat has missed a good show. ”

I saw a purple-clothed man in the distance walking slowly from the ruins, the man's face was as pale as paper, like a dead man, and he was followed by a lead-colored corpse puppet, it was Ye Wuxin of the Corpse Refining Sect, and behind him were dozens of lifeless disciples of the Corpse Refining Sect.

The woman in Tsing Yi killed a Yuan Infant cultivator in front of her with one palm, her eyes were cold, and she said coldly: "Ye Wuxin, your corpse collection faction will not come to collect corpses again today." ”

"Qingluo Protector is right, I really came to collect the corpse today. With that, Ye Wuxin looked at Xiao Chen, who was holding in her hand, and the two fiery gazes in her eyes were undisguised.

While fighting with Shan Yuzheng, the cloaked man said coldly: "I advise you not to move your thoughts to him, otherwise you will die a miserable death." ”

Ye Wuxin smiled faintly: "Oh, how miserable, Lord Fengyou might as well talk about it." ”

"Ten thousand times worse than your master Yuyangzi!" the cloaked man sighed in a deep voice, and slapped Shan Yuzheng in front of him.

Ye Wuxin smiled: "Thank you Lord Fengyou for reminding me." After speaking, he made a move, leading the corpse puppet beside him and dozens of disciples behind him towards the battle circle in the distance.

When all the righteous path cultivators saw him approaching, their expressions tightened, and Ye Wuxin smiled and said, "Don't misunderstand, you beat you, my Corpse Refining Sect is only here to collect your corpses today." After speaking, he moved back with his hand: "Go, bring back the whole corpse." ”

Dozens of Corpse Refining Sect disciples immediately took action, and not far away, an old man in a blue robe shouted, "Put down my junior brother's body!

Ye Wuxin's face quickly became gloomy, and he pointed to a disciple who was collecting the corpse beside him: "You, just stand here, wait for him to die, and bring his corpse back!"

The old man in the green robe was so angry that he was smoking, and in a trance, he was attacked by several disciples of the Demon Sect, and he flicked his sleeves coldly and walked into the distance.

Of course, he did not bring these corpses back to refine them into corpse puppets, but to increase the resentment of the corpse puppets that had been refined, the heavier the resentment of the corpse puppets, the more powerful it was, most of the people who died here today were extremely resentful, and a corpse could add resentment to a corpse puppet for at least a month.

And those who die extremely unwillingly can increase their grievances for at least half a year, and those like Ling Fei can increase their grievances for at least ten years, but unfortunately they were swallowed by the ghost general's demon horse in the end. Therefore, there are also many people who jokingly call the Corpse Refining Sect a corpse collection faction, specializing in "collecting corpses" for people.

The sun is setting on the horizon, the sunset is like a brocade, and the sound of killing is still continuous in Tianyuan City, Ye Wuxin climbed to a suspended island that fell down, found a clean place to sit down, supported his chin with one hand, and leisurely watched the clouds gather and disperse in the sky.

After his disciples had cleaned up all the corpses in the vicinity, they began to stay by the side of some people who were dying, and as soon as they died, they immediately put them into body bags, which made many righteous people hate and annoy.

"Ah......" Ye Wuxin stretched his waist and said lightly: "Master, you said that with so many corpses, can that heavenly corpse still wake up?"

"Hoo ......"

The corpse puppet next to him snorted and didn't answer, and after a closer look, although this corpse puppet was covered in lead, there was a big hole in the chest to the dantian, but it was the Yuyangzi that Xiao Chen had met in the Changyin Mountain Range outside Canglan City, that is, the sect master of the Corpse Refining Sect three hundred years ago.

Finally, the last trace of afterglow on the horizon also disappeared, Tianyuan City gradually darkened, the cloaked man in the distance was still fighting with Shan Yuzheng, and the woman in Tsing Yi was also entangled by Gu Yang Zhenren and others, and at this moment, a Demon Sect disciple hurriedly ran over.

"Report to Lord Fengyou, the power of the spiritual veins in the Xicheng District, the Southern District, and the Beicheng District has been gathered, and the Midtown District is guarded by the Wuzhou Dao Alliance, and it seems that the spiritual veins in the Midtown District are bound by a mysterious force and cannot be gathered, do we retreat now?"

As soon as he heard this, Shan Yu's heart was like a knife, this time so many people came to Dongcheng District to drag the cultivators of various factions, it turned out that they were seizing the power of the spiritual veins of several other urban districts.

The cloak said, "You can go, lest the four spirit envoys come." With that, he shook back Shan Yuzheng with a palm, quickly moved to the side of the woman in Tsing Yi, took Xiao Chen from her hand, and slapped forward with another palm, shaking back all the righteous people led by Guyang Zhenren.

The woman in Tsing Yi immediately turned around and shouted, "The disciples of the Blood Demon Gate and the Xuanyin Hall obey the order! Evacuate immediately!"

The disciples of the Demon Sect obeyed the order, and no longer fell in love with the war, like a tide, and immediately went away like a tide, Shan Yuzheng shouted: "Don't let them take Xiao Chen away!" After drinking, he rekindled the three-layer soul element, and quickly rushed up.

The cloaked man shook him back with a palm, and with a little foot, he immediately turned into a black mist and rolled away Xiao Chen, and at this moment, a Buddha horn suddenly sounded between heaven and earth: "Amitabha Buddha ......"

The face of the woman in Tsing Yi changed suddenly: "Oh no! The old bald donkey of the Wuyin Temple is here......" Before the words fell, I saw a huge golden Buddha handprint suddenly appear in the sky, and there was a golden "swastika" character in the middle of the handprint.

That palm fell, and the dust flew when it landed, and a five-finger handprint dozens of feet wide was instantly printed on the ground, and the cloaked man who had turned into a black mist in mid-air was also beaten back to his original shape, a mouthful of blood spurted out, smashed to the ground, and Xiao Chen in his hand also flew out.

In the distance, Ye Wuxin was already waiting for the opportunity, and laughed: "The immortal body is from this seat!" The body rushed towards Xiao Chen, who fell in mid-air, like a meteor.

"Good, good, good......" Another Buddha horn sounded, and a huge Buddha handprint suddenly reappeared in the air, and with a bang, it directly beat Ye Wuxin to vomit blood and fly out of 200 zhang away.

Finally, a golden light fell, catching Xiao Chen, but it was a white-bearded gold-robed monk, with a string of rosewood Buddhist beads hanging on his neck, holding a Vajra Fu magic wand in his left hand, and holding Xiao Chen around his waist with his right hand, many people in the distance exclaimed: "It should be Master Xuantong!

This white-bearded old monk is the first of the four major monks of Wuyin Temple, Master Xuantong, who has not been out of the temple for a hundred years, and his Buddhism is profound, and no one knows how he cultivates.

The cloaked man let out a deep sigh: "Let's go!" immediately rolled up the woman in green clothes and Yu Linglong, turned into a black mist and fled towards the east, and the Blood Shadow Crazy Knife didn't care about entanglement with Xiaoyue, recited a trick, and quickly turned into a blood light and broke through the air.

Xiaoyue immediately fell, walked in front of Master Xuantong, and saluted respectfully: "The disciple has seen Master Xuantong. ”

Master Xuantong nodded: "This girl is ......"

"Disciple Xiaoyue, the one hundred and thirty-seventh generation disciple of Qianyumen, is a teacher of Su Nian Zhenren. ”

Master Xuantong smiled: "It turned out to be a disciple of the old man, speaking of which, the poor monk has not seen the old man for a hundred years, and I don't know if the real person is okay." ”

"Master, everything is fine. ”

At this time, Master Xuanji and others also came over in the distance, and Master Xuanji frowned and said, "Why did Senior Brother come out, the Demon Suppression Tower is ...... now"

"Half a month ago, I sent a letter to my junior brother, and when I saw that my junior brother did not return for half a month, I guessed that something should happen here, and I didn't want to come today, but it was...... Alas, good, good, good......"

Shan Yuzheng also walked over at this time, he burned nearly five layers of soul yuan, his face turned pale at this moment, and he saluted Master Xuantong: "Wanxian Alliance Shan Yuzheng has seen the master......" After speaking, he looked at Xiao Chen who was holding in the other party's hand, and said, "I don't know how the master wants to deal with this person?"

Master Xuantong looked at Xiao Chen, who looked like a dead man, and sighed: "Since this son came from Dongzhou, it is better to be brought back by the poor monk, and from then on he will be locked under the Demon Suppression Tower, and then make plans when his demonic nature is cleansed." ”

"No!" Shan Yuzheng hurriedly said: "This person is the head of the two families of immortals and demons, and today he is deeply angry, he will be my righteous enemy one day, according to the opinion of the younger generation, he should be refined with Samadhi True Fire for 7749 days, and wait for his form and spirit to be destroyed!"

"Good, good, good, good......" Master Xuanji and Monk Xugu on the side kept whispering Buddhist words.

Master Xuantong said: "God has the virtue of a good life, this son is not a person in the demon clan, how can we kill ......him in vain" Before the words fell, suddenly his whole body shook, and his arm was like an electric shock, and he couldn't help but let go of Xiao Chen.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a trace of invisible black qi submerged into his wrist, and Qingchen Zhenren's face changed greatly: "It's demon sense!"

Master Xuanji on the side was also shocked, and hurriedly said, "Senior brother!"

"Don't worry!" Master Xuantong stood his Zen staff on the ground, put the two fingers of his left hand together, and pressed it to the elbow of his right hand, and a golden light poured in, but he saw that his face suddenly turned pale, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and he was never able to force out the demonic sense.

Shan Yuzheng's eyes showed a murderous opportunity, and he urged all the true elements in his body, and slapped the top of Xiao Chen's head on the ground with a palm.

"Bell!" There was a loud bang, Shan Yuzheng was shocked back five steps, but it was Master Xuanji who blocked Xiao Chen's side, and then the Xugu monk next to him hugged Xiao Chen and said: "Amitabha, Lord Xiao still wants to go to my Wuyin Temple after all......"

The breeze was gentle, and the devastated Tianyuan City under the twilight was desolate, Master Xuantong lowered his arms and said to everyone: "There is still something to do in the poor monk temple, so I won't stay here for a long time." After that, he picked up the Zen staff and looked at the junior brother beside him: "Senior brother, let's go." ”

"Master stay!" Yu Yifeng walked up quickly, looked at Xiao Chen in Xugu's hand, and then handed out the innocent sword with both hands: "The sword spirit in this sword is called innocent, and he doesn't like to kill, maybe it can dissolve some of the anger in Senior Brother Xiao's heart, I hope the master will leave this sword by Senior Brother Xiao's side." ”

Master Xuantong bowed slightly, and Master Xuanji took the Innocent Sword on the side, and put it on his chest with one hand: "Good, good, good......"

"Senior brother, let's go. The three of them turned into three golden rays of light and gradually disappeared into the night.

Yu Yifeng looked at the sky where the three of them left, thinking that Xiao Chen was afraid that he would lose all his skills now, and the righteous path in the world would kill him, maybe the demon suppression tower that let him be imprisoned in the Silent Temple was the best, but there were countless ghosts and ghosts in that tower, and he hoped that there was an innocent sword by his side to protect him.

The evening breeze is light, and Tianyuan City tonight is not quiet.

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