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Ying Chen is like an old monk, with a black ring on his left index finger, which is his storage magic weapon.

From beginning to end, he held a pale golden leaf in his hand, although it was only a slightly stunning leaf, but if you look closely, you will find something strange.

The leaves are like metallic blades, light and thin, and the surface lines are not ordinary on both sides, but like the annual rings on the heart of the tree, one circle after another.

At first glance, you will be attracted away, and if you look at it a few more times, you will find that this pale golden leaf is like a shining eye, which is soul-stirring.

As long as you look at it two or three times, you will be fascinated, and those with poor concentration will be directly lost in it and be captured.

Only those with personality can be immune to one or two, and have the opportunity and time to dissolve.

Yingchen didn't go to see it, because he had suffered losses in the forbidden land and was deceived. If it weren't for his excellent concentration and personality, he would have been dementored by someone and would have died without a corpse.

He just kept holding it in his hand, quietly looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance, waiting for the dawn.

This leaf is called the Soul Leaf, which is rare in the world and very few people know about it.

From the Dementor Tree, which can only be found in the Forbidden Lands, it is rumored that it will break the ground in ten years, become a tree in ten years, and grow leaves in ten years. It was he who got it at a great cost.

The purpose is very simple, and it is also very vicious, that is, to denominate and search souls for people!

However, there are drawbacks, since the tree is plucked, the effect will become weaker and weaker over time, and it will lose its effect in a month at most, which is quite a headache.

This meditation is a habit of the past years, and the second is such a person.

At this moment, there was a hint of chaos in the swaying amplitude of the surrounding miscanthus grass, like a drop of rain falling into the river, setting off layers of ripples and breaking the original calm.

Yingchen, who had been in the ancient well, moved his ears slightly, and his eyes suddenly narrowed, looking at the other side of the river, from far to near, gradually revealing a figure.

It was a short fat man, with a shiny head without a single hair, showing a mouthful of gold teeth, and he was looking at Ying Chen with a smile, not in a hurry.

The fat man carried a silver knife in his hand, and wore a dark green gown, which was not ordinary, but the fabric was of the highest quality.

After all, Yingchen is the son of the king, and he still has this bit of eyesight, so he can't help but secretly cheer, and the guess in his heart is a little more certain.

He remained silent and calmly put away the soul leaf in his hand. The fat man in front of him is the person he has to wait for.

But not his friends, nor relatives, nor brothers and sisters.

It's the one who came to kill him!

Yingchen Pan sat on the bank of this river for three whole days, and when he was hungry, he touched a few big fish, dug a soil pit, and ate them indiscriminately after roasting them blackened. When you are sleepy, close your eyes and rest for a day or two, or lie down in the grass.

This is the habit of the past year, but this year I stayed a little longer than in previous years.

After he was exiled in this forbidden place, he has been living in the midst of killing and being killed. Fortunately, after he gained a foothold, there was a lot less.

Only in the past few years, from time to time, unknown killers have come to assassinate him, and the methods are endless, or fishing in troubled waters to gain recognition in the forbidden land, or pretending to be a lost person to ask him, or poisoning or setting traps.

There are so many means, and everything is used, if it weren't for Yingchen, who had already been reborn, and the slightest hint of wind and grass was carried with twelve points of vigilance, otherwise he would have died in Huangquan a long time ago.

In the last few times, the killer's cultivation has become higher and higher, and the timing of the assassination has become more and more tricky, if it weren't for the protection of the forbidden place, it would really be impossible to prevent it.

Although Ying Chen had already discovered that these people seemed to be from the Holy Domain, as if they had been sent by someone. But as to whom, he did not know.

Over the years, he has been trying to get some clues from the killers, but these killers would rather die than give in, keep their mouths shut, and even choose to kill themselves if they can't escape after failure.

It can be seen from this that the identity of the mastermind behind the scenes is absolutely high.

His Royal Highness, the down-and-out son, should really be a tiger falling into Pingchuan, and his power is empty. If it weren't for the killing personality and soul blade, he would have been slaughtered and thrown into the mountains.

He had suspected many people, such as his eldest brother Ying Qianyu, and even his father, but there was no conclusive evidence. There was a method of soul searching that could be used, but it had to wait until the third awakening to be used.

Later, after inquiring, I learned that in the west of the boundless forbidden land, there was a dementor tree that grew in the land of extreme yin, which had been occupied by an ancient local clan for generations.

Ying Chen spent a great deal of money in exchange, not to mention, and was almost yin, only to learn later that how many monks in the mountains took their lives for the sake of a leaf of soul.

He didn't get angry at that time, and left in a hurry quietly, after all, he was born in the palace. But when the killing personality is completed in the future, it will have to be razed to the ground, and no one will be left.

With the Dementor Leaf, he can wait for the next person who wants to kill him to appear, use the Dementor Leaf to search for the soul, and get the answer he dreamed of.

Putting away the past thoughts, looking at the killer who came this time, it seems that he is a greedy man, and the teeth in his mouth are not yellow teeth, but genuine golden teeth, shiny.

However, there is one thing that makes him more puzzling, that is, whether the other party is too blatant, not the same as the previous killer, although he is much stronger than him in terms of cultivation......

He was confused when he noticed that the miscanthus grass around him was a little chaotic again, and a wisp of cold wind spread slightly from behind him, and the murderous machine was rolling.

"Two people?" Ying Chen turned his head slightly, stunned for a moment.

But ten zhang away behind him, a slender young figure quietly fell, with a fluttering white shirt and a silver-scaled long sword on his back, glowing coldly.

The young man's toes stepped on a miscanthus grass, and the pressed miscanthus grass bent slightly. It seems that it has been achieved lightly, and it may have reached the realm of flying in the air.

These two people are not personalities, but monks who follow the ancient law of the era of the immortals, and the ancient law is divided into the three realms of the Holy Heaven, and each of the great realms has three small realms. For example, in the mortal realm, it is divided into the ordinary, the ordinary, and the extraordinary. In the holy realm, there is a difference between sanctification, semi-sainthood, and holiness.

The three realms combined, there are a total of nine small realms, which correspond to the nine awakenings of personality.

It seems to be about the same, but in terms of strength, it is a full level behind.

For example, a monk in the transcendent realm, although the corresponding personality is awakened three times, but the real level is only equivalent to the second awakening of personality.

Most of the killers who came to kill him in the past were not personalities, but there had never been two people at once!

This abrupt change really made Ying Chen's heart chuckle, and the young man behind him, who had cultivated to the middle stage of the Holy Realm, was equivalent to the middle stage of the three awakenings of his personality.

As for the golden-toothed fat man in front of him, half a pound and eight taels, it's about the same.

......

Ying Chen was thinking about it, but when he saw the fat man on the other side of the river smiling, he didn't say more nonsense, so he strode and stepped on the water without a trace. A silver-white broadsword, swept by, and took his head directly on the neck, menacing and murderous.

Ying Chen's expression was calm, his body was like a swallow, he took three steps back quickly, and easily dodged.

Looking at the slender young man behind him, he restrained his murderous aura, and did not make any immediate move, and he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd.

Ying Chen was a little cautious, raised his right hand, and burst of demonic red light, and the murderous aura was rolling.

This is the confinement of the murderous personality, and the murderous aura is raging, like a cold and dignified blade.

"Hey, what kind of personality is this? Interesting. But it's only the second awakening, and it's too weak. The fat man chuckled and sneered again.

Naturally, he couldn't recognize it as a killing personality, and even if he did, he didn't know the origin of the killing personality, so he only treated it as an ordinary personality.

Not to mention that Ying Chen's killing personality is invincible in the same realm, if it is against the ancient law monks, with all his strength, he can even kill people beyond the level!

Now facing two monks who have entered the middle stage of cultivation, with the strength of his current personality at the peak of the second awakening, it seems to be a lot weaker, but he still has a soul blade, and he is not afraid of the slightest.

Yingchen is not ink, let alone nonsense, he does not retreat but advances, with his blood-red right hand, he quickly shoots, the blood is like a dragon, and it pierces the fat man's heart.

"Your Royal Highness Gongzi, don't blame the young master for being ruthless, this Huangquan journey, go all the way. After spitting out a mouthful of saliva, the fat man threw up the silver knife and put his hands together, as if he wanted to make a quick decision.

The fat man's already blessed body swelled like a toad, and suddenly collided with Yingchen's right hand, blood splashed, and his muscles and bones trembled.

The blood is the blood of the fat man, and the trembling is the bones of the winning dust.

Listening to a muffled snort, Ying Chen's right hand swelled and ached under the pain, "The cultivation of the refining body......" He rolled up in surprise, rubbing back, and a trace of cold sweat overflowed on his forehead.

Looking at the fat man's body for a whole circle, I don't know what strange spells he has cultivated, and the belly that is propped up is shining with a metallic luster, as if he is invulnerable.

However, the heart that was hit by Ying Chen tore out a bloody gap, blood flowed, and the fat man let out a terrible roar.

"What kind of personality is this, it can actually hurt my master's iron and stone body, ah-!" The fat man's face was hideous, and he roared angrily, shaking the dust around him.

Ying Chen's pupils shrank, and he was secretly speechless, the fat man's heart was constantly bleeding, but his breath was not decaying, and he was still full of vitality. It's as if the heart is also iron.,It's extremely weird.。

He knew a little about the cultivation of body refining, but he had never heard of it like this.

The fat man in front of him was quite hidden, but he had some arrogant capital, which really surprised him.

"Bastard, what the hell are you looking at, I'll slaughter him for the master!" the fat man scolded and turned to look at the young swordsman, angry and angry.

"Where is your previous arrogance?" the young swordsman raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly, although his words did not seem to match the fat man. But the silver-scaled sword in his hand trembled suddenly.

The swordsman galloped forward, drew his sword and slashed, a sword like a dragon, with a buzzing sound, as if tearing the void, fell fiercely.

This blow was as fast as lightning, unexpected, and Ying Chen frowned, but there was no taste of dodging, he clenched his fist in his right hand, and the murderous aura was boiling and swirling like a dragon roaring, shaking the silver-white long sword.

It's not obvious that the other party doesn't make a move, but now with a sword, it seems to be stronger than the fat man.

The fat man not far away saw that Ying Chen was actually not afraid of the hard resistance of the sword qi, and there was no carelessness. His expression was solemn, and his hands were clenched, but when he saw that the silver knife that had been thrown into the air before had become larger in vain, it had a thousand strengths, and it turned into a huge silver light and slashed down.

It was like lightning and thunder, and the silver light flashed, stabbing people who couldn't open their eyes, and a great crisis came in unison.

Ying Chen's expression changed slightly, his eyes narrowed, he withdrew his right hand, and rolled in a gesture, dodging the fat man's silver knife and the sword qi in front of him.

After dodging, he did not retreat but advanced, his body was like a bow, and he jumped up, and his whole body was filled with a monstrous murderous aura, turning into blood red.

Totally into a killing state!

With a flip of his right hand, the soul blade was in his hand, and a blood-colored sword body was condensed in an instant, red as blood, murderous as a rainbow, and slashed at the menacing young swordsman.

Slashed past and appeared behind the other party.

The young swordsman missed a sword, and when he saw a flash of red light in front of him, he found that his body seemed to be cut off by his waist, and he was in pain.

But there was not a trace of wound, not a drop of blood flowed, and he was uninjured, looking up to the sky in pain, trembling all over.

The long sword left his hand, and he fell to his knees, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his face was as white as a ghost. The swordsman shuddered and said, "You... What have you done to me...... My soul... My soul ......"

This scene made the fat man with gold teeth stunned on the spot, he looked at the swordsman who fell to the ground and wailed in pain, completely overwhelmed, and he didn't know what was going on.

"Yu Qiu, Yu Qiu, what's wrong with you. The fat man sniffed, quickly stepped forward, and helped the swordsman up, his eyes showing confusion and a hint of fear.

Ying Chen's right hand was also trembling slightly, and every time he entered the killing state, casting this soul blade was also a big burden for him.

He was covered in blood, and his murderous aura was like a flame, and he slowly stood up and turned around at this moment. looked at the fat man and the swordsman in front of him with a smile, revealing a bloodthirsty smile, like a demonic demon.