As soon as Yun Hanyan grabbed it in the air, he grabbed Gong Qin's soul in his hand, probed it slightly, and quickly got what he wanted.

Lingzhou Dao, Lingqing Palace, is a gathering place for evil cultivators, where it can only be regarded as a medium force, and the really powerful one should be the Eight Spirits.

Recently, the Eight Spirits Temple was in urgent need of a disciple with a talisman making talent, so he asked other forces to help find it, and Ling Qingdian Fox pretended to be a tiger, taking the opportunity to bully other forces everywhere.

"This is really Changsheng Continent, the Southern Regions, it seems to be a bit impressive. Yun Hanyan stood at the door of the main hall, tilting his head in contemplation, a cold cold appeared in his hands, and Gong Qin's soul was being forcibly searched.

"Soul searching, Yun Daoyou...... If you are not a cloud senior, you have cultivated to a high level, and the younger generation has eyes but no beads. The white-haired old woman barely got up from the ruins of the lord's throne with a frightened look on her face.

Yun Hanyan ignored the white-haired old woman and continued to search for Gong Qin's soul.

Gong Qin was in pain, but he could still stay awake, and said softly and hardly: "Fairy, I have no grievances with you, why did you kill me as soon as you came up, and now you are still using the forbidden soul search technique of the cultivation realm to search my soul." ”

"Tell you, I am from Lingqing Palace, I am a deacon in Tsing Yi, and I have a very high status in the hall. If something happens to me, Ling Qing Hall will definitely not spare you, I, Ling Qing Palace, am a famous evil force in Lingzhou Dao, and it is very famous in the entire Tundra, and it is too late for me to let it go now. ”

"Fairy, don't make a mistake about yourself, otherwise once it falls into the hands of my Ling Qingdian, it will let you know what cruelty is, and what life is better than death, especially a beautiful female cultivator like you. ”

"Ah...... You stop, even if you cultivate to a high level, I Lingqing Palace, but there are more than ten Xuanzhu Realm monks in charge. ”

"Fellow Daoist, senior, please let me go, I Ling Qing Palace, but the subordinate forces of the Eight Spirits Temple, do you know the Eight Spirits Temple, it is a powerful force with the Holy Fetus Realm in charge. ”

"You slut, you are merciless, you don't have to die, you ......"

Gong Qin's cultivation is higher than Yun Hanyan's, so he will struggle for so long, but in the angry scolding, Yun Hanyan was completely angered, and no longer searched other memories, his palms were cold and slightly vomited, and Gong Qin's soul was turned into nothingness.

The information obtained by Yun Hanyan's soul search is similar to what Gong Qin said, this is the southern region of Changsheng Continent, the territory of the Purple Fu Temple.

Her memory is blank now, and all she can do is follow her feelings.

For the lifelike cyan lotus flower on her wrist, she has an inexplicable trust, and she handed over the title of husband, and she was a little inexplicably shy afterwards, and she always felt weird.

When Yun Hanyan was stunned, the white-haired old woman came to the door tremblingly, Gong Qin's divine sense transmission did not hide it, and she also heard it clearly: "Yun Daoyou, I won't tell you, my Golden Rune Gate actually has some relationship with the Eight Spirit Views, I don't know if I can bypass me and the Golden Rune Gate once." ”

"Why spare you, you called me over, obviously using me as a gunman. Yun Hanyan came back to his senses, touched the cyan lotus on his wrist, and said indifferently.

The white-haired old woman was completely afraid of Yun Hanyan: "Yun Daoyou, my Golden Rune Sect is really related to the Eight Spirits Temple, and I was able to establish this sect because I got a heavy treasure from the Eight Spirits Temple, if you don't believe it, I will take it out and show you." Can you look at the face of the Purple Rune Temple and spare my life and the Golden Rune Gate. ”

"You go get it and take a look, don't try to run. Yun Hanyan was still very confused, but she was ruthless in the face of the white-haired old woman.

It didn't take long for the white-haired old woman to come back and respectfully hand Yun Hanyan a jade box.

Yun Hanyan took the jade box indifferently, and after opening it, inside was a palm-sized, glowing talisman.

"Ruijin Fu! Metallic Attack Rune, extremely powerful, comparable to the blow of a monk in the early stage of the Xuanzhu Realm. The white-haired old woman introduced painfully.

"That's it, do you think I need it?" Yun Hanyan was disdainful, she didn't remember anything, but in the face of the so-called sharp gold talisman, she still instinctively looked down on it.

"Yun Daoyou, you misunderstood, if this talisman is just a powerful attack talisman, that's it, the key is that you can comprehend the way of talisman from above. The jade rune pool of this gate, it is precisely because of this sharp gold rune as the treasure of the town that the disciples who enter the gate can understand the way of making talismans, which is the greatest value of the sharp gold rune. The white-haired old woman didn't like it when she saw Yun Hanyan, and she was a little flustered.

"I don't learn talismans, what's the use?" Yun Hanyan looked at the white-haired old woman coldly.

"It's very useful, and Daoist friends will give this talisman to the Eight Spirits, maybe in exchange for a lot of benefits. The white-haired old woman said stiffly.

Yun Hanyan's cultivation was low, but his intuition was still there, and he rubbed the cyan lotus flower on his wrist on his face, and said, "Don't worry about you, your grievances and my grievances will be revealed, and you can do it yourself." ”

"Seniors are good, if you miss the Golden Rune Temple, you can come back at any time to take a look. The white-haired old woman secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and Yun Hanyan looked like she was leaving.

"Who said I was leaving, I'll talk about it in a few days. As soon as Yun Hanyan's figure moved, he headed towards the cave of retreat, leaving behind a frightened white-haired old woman.

Back in the cave that had become stuffy, Yun Hanyan sat in the middle of the bluestone mountain, and the temperature around him dropped suddenly.

She doesn't need it now, absorbing the power of the cold from the outside world and using it for cultivation, and her cultivation will slowly recover.

Yun Hanyan raised his white wrist, uncovered the sleeves of the green gauze, and stared at the cyan lotus flower with clear eyes, the gold on it was a little heavier.

The lotus flower became more and more like a flame, coming to life on the wrist.

"Husband!" Yun Hanyan subconsciously called out this title, the confusion in her eyes suddenly weakened, and for a moment she seemed to be sober.

Touching the cyan lotus flower in his hand, Yun Hanyan took a deep breath, and a determined look appeared in his eyes.

"Ghost Dao Secret Technique, past life and present life. Yun Hanyan got a lot of ghost secret techniques from Gong Qin's memory, she wanted to try if she could recover her memory, so far, although she didn't remember anything, she vaguely understood that she had amnesia.

As all kinds of ghost secret techniques were unleashed, Yun Hanyan really remembered a lot of sporadic memories.

First of all, I remembered Yi Chen and her mother, as well as Master, but they were all fragments.

Among the many scattered memories, the one that worked for her was the method of opening the storage ring.

Her cultivation was too low, and before that, she had no special method to open her own storage ring.

At this time, she used a special method to open her storage ring at once.

The storage rings on Yun Hanyan's body are no less than ten, and the only ones that can be opened are her own, and the things inside have allowed her to recover more memories, but she still can't get in touch.

Confused even more, she brushed aside her memories and began to check the contents of the storage ring.

From all kinds of clothes, to magic weapons, spirit stones, and pills, she checked them all one by one.

Eventually, she found that everything was so good that she couldn't use it much.

The golden light flashed in Yun Hanyan's hand, and a golden brush appeared in her hand, she looked at it in confusion, but subconsciously muttered: "Point the gold pen." ”

What made her even more certain that she was amnesia was that she unconsciously knew how to urge the pen.

With the injection of mana, the gold pen was waved in mid-air, and all kinds of spiritual energy gathered to form spirit stones of various attributes, but they were all low-grade spirit stones.

"I think I need the power of ice. Yun Hanyan thought for a while, and tried to wave a gold pen to find the power of ice.

The golden pen was full of light, and there was really a lot of cold and ice power gathered over, which was absorbed by her and used to restore her cultivation.

Yun Hanyan's strength has risen all the way, in the middle and late stages of the Anlu Realm, until the early stage of the Xuanzhu Realm.

The golden rune gate is changing with the urging of the gold pen, and near the cave where Yun Hanyan is located, it is full of aura, but it is cold and frozen, and even light snow falls.

Elsewhere, it gets hotter and hotter, like dog days, even on a night when the evening breeze blows, as if roasted on the fire.

The Golden Fu Gate killed two people on the main hall with Gong Qin, and after the door master was seriously injured, the people's hearts were already a little unstable.

Now that such a strange phenomenon has appeared, most people are a little uneasy.

If it weren't for the white-haired old woman's prestige, maybe someone would have escaped long ago.

Barely staying in the mountain gate, they are all in a panic, and rumors are spreading.

Of course, the most talked about is Yun Hanyan, the trouble that the door owner has caused back.

Demon cultivators, fierce beasts, evil cultivators, and so on are spread among the disciples of the Golden Fu Sect.

Ten days later, Yun Hanyan's cultivation had recovered to the late stage of the Xuanzhu Realm.

The cold power of the Golden Rune Gate, and even the entire Wenqu Dao, was absorbed by her, mainly because there was originally less ice power here.

Yun Hanyan has not yet decided whether to go to Lingzhou Road, but an uninvited guest has come to the door.

The person who came was violent, and directly broke into the door, a total of eight people, seven Xuanzhu Realm monks, and one in the early stage of the Holy Fetal Realm.

Up and down the Golden Fu Gate, they were all frightened.

The eight of them easily found Yun Hanyan's location and came to the outside of the cave.

The white-haired old woman wanted to cry without tears, she thought about informing Ling Qingdian and even the people of the Eight Spirit Temple to deal with Yun Hanyan, but in the end she thought that her cultivation was low, and this trick would affect Yuchi, so she had to give up.

But he didn't expect that the people of Ling Qingdian and the Eight Spirits Temple would take the initiative to come to the door.

"Fellow Daoist, the person who killed my Ling Qing Palace, you have to give an explanation. A black-robed man stood up and said, his whole body was full of yin qi, and at first glance, he was not an ordinary monk, and his cultivation in the later stage of the Xuanzhu Realm was even more revealed.

"Say, what do you want to say?" Lan Mang flashed, and a cloud of smoke in a water blue dress appeared at the mouth of the cave, with an extremely indifferent expression.

The eyes of the others lit up, and two of them were even more with undisguised hot gazes.

"Hehe, it's so beautiful, as long as you ......" Before the black-robed man finished speaking, he felt a chill in his heart, and was instantly turned into an ice sculpture, and another evil cultivator in the early stage of the Xuanzhu Realm, the same, banged twice softly, and turned into two piles of ice slag.

Ling Qing Palace, the three Xuanzhu Realm cultivators, went to two at once.

When the other six people saw this, they all looked at Yun Hanyan in shock.

It seems to be a fairy in the sky, but this move is too weird, especially the five Xuanzhu Realm monks, all of whom have a chill down their backs, and they don't dare to move when they stand in place.

It was still the sleek brocade-clothed old man, a monk in the early stage of the Holy Fetal Realm, who quickly regained his composure, "I am the Lord of the Eight Spirits Meditation, hand over the treasures you have used in the past few days, don't try to quibble, someone in my meditation has already calculated it." ”

"It turned out that it was the golden pen that provoked you, but it was a bit too much to calculate, as long as you are a high-level monk, you can sense the changes in the nearby Wenqu Dao. Yun Hanyan said expressionlessly.

"Hmph, the Lord of Benguan doesn't want to oppress people with power, don't be ignorant, obediently hand over the treasures, and the matter of you killing the three people of Ling Qingdian will be over. The Eight Spirits looked at the Lord, and a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

"Ling Qingdian, if I'm not mistaken, these people are all evil cultivators, a bunch of scum in the cultivation realm, are you Eight Spirits in trouble with it?" Yun Hanyan raised his eyebrows.

"You don't take advantage of your tongue and hand over the treasure, the treasure that can affect the aura of a Dao heaven and earth is really not something you can have, and holding it in your hand will bring you a fatal disaster. Besides, you are such a beautiful female cultivator, it is better to say when you meet our Eight Spirits Temple, if it were other evil forces, you would be worse off than dead, and you would be reduced to a furnace and a plaything. "The Eight Spirits Contemplate the Lord, with a sad and pitiful look.

"If I hadn't seen that you didn't have evil spirits, you thought I would talk nonsense with you, and if you don't roll, you will die. Yun Hanyan's cold breath erupted.

"Obsessed, this is your own death. As he spoke, the Lord of the Eight Spirits offered a banner with eight sides, each with a rune drawn on it.

Metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, ice, but the glow is only surrounded by metal, wood, water, and fire.

Yun Hanyan's eyes were cold, the golden light flashed in his hand, and the gold pen appeared in his hand, waving it.

A big snow character was formed in mid-air, and the space around the entire Golden Rune Gate was cold, and then heavy snow flew up.

After five muffled bangs, the Xuanzhu Realm monk who was covered in frost and turned into an ice sculpture directly turned into five piles of ice slag.

The Eight Spirits contemplated the Lord, his eyes were about to split, the runes on the banner were bright, and the four attacks of gold, wood, water, and fire poured out.

Yun Hanyan turned the gold pen around, threw it in the air, caught it with his left hand, and went out with an ice word.

A large amount of cold light poured out, and the four attacks of gold, wood, water, and fire were resisted.

"Whoever dares to kill my Eight Spirits will definitely kill you here today. "The Eight Spirits Observation Lord is completely angry, five Xuanzhu Realm cultivators, but more than half of the elite power of the Eight Spirits Vision.

With the murderous and awe-inspiring voice coming out, the Eight Spirits Guan Guan Master played several spells at the eight banner banners in front of him, and a talisman with strong fire spiritual power was stimulated by him and integrated into the banner of the fire attribute rune.

Suddenly, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, the five elements were complete, and they were endless, and their attack power was countless times stronger than before.

Yun Hanyan's gold pen was a little irresistible, but she slowly raised her right hand and said softly: "Husband, do me a favor." ”

Boom, it seemed that a light punch was blasted out, but there were golden and green flames swirling out, the five elements attack directly collapsed, and the banner itself turned into nothingness.

The Eight Spirits Contemplation Lord, if it weren't for the ten defensive talismans that he had stimulated, a precious wind talisman, might have been turned into nothingness at a critical moment.

The Eight Spirits Contemplation Lord, if it weren't for the ten defensive talismans that he had stimulated, a precious wind talisman, might have been turned into nothingness at a critical moment.

"Fellow Daoists, stop, I recognize the Eight Spirits, and please give the Purple Fuguan a face. "The Eight Spirits Guan Guan Master was sweating profusely, his face was pale, he was a first-stage monk of the Holy Fetal Realm, and he was almost killed by a late-stage monk of the Xuanzhu Realm, and now, he still didn't understand that the female cultivator who seemed to be very beautiful in front of him was definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

But there seems to be a bit of a problem with his brain, and it's really strange that his right hand can be regarded as a husband, but he doesn't dare to show this idea at all.