. Now, Xie Decai has reached the peak of foundation building, and his divine sense is slightly stronger than back then. It didn't take long to find Zhao Zhen's trace, and the flying sword made a dexterous turn, flew to a place not far from Zhao Zhen, hung in the air, stood face to face with Zhao Zhen, looked at Zhao Zhen for a while, and then sneered: "Zhao Daoyou, it seems that you don't look very good like this." ”

Two days ago, Zhao Zhen was seriously injured in the fight with the black-robed man, and hurried to the sect before he could heal, without even changing his broken clothes. And after Xie Decai saw Zhao Zhen so embarrassed, he couldn't help but feel proud.

After hearing Xie Decai's words, Zhao Zhen showed a flustered expression on his face: "What do you want to say?"

Xie Decai didn't expect to meet Zhao Zhen here, but since he did, it was deserving of Zhao Zhen's blood luck, barren mountains and mountains, if there were no others, this was definitely a good place to kill people. Staring at Zhao Zhen's embarrassed face, Xie Decai's divine sense had quickly let go, checking if there were any other people around.

"Boy, don't blame me for not giving you a chance!" Xie Decai probed for a while, and after making sure that there was no one else within a radius of ten miles around, he couldn't help but have a cruel smile on his face: "Obediently kowtow to the old man and admit his mistakes, the old man can make you die a happy death!"

"Kowtow, admit your mistakes, die happily?" Zhao Zhen showed a stunned look on his face after hearing this, and looked left and right, as if his luck was not so good.

"Don't waste your time! The old man around has already investigated, and there will be no more others. Xie Decai looked at Zhao Zhen contemptuously and said: "Zhao Zhen, there is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no way to break in from hell, if you want to blame, you can only blame your life!"

"You want to kill me?" Zhao Zhen seemed to have a panicked look on his face, as if he was paralyzed by fright, and even the flying sword of the imperial envoy shook.

"The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, but it is a good place to be buried! Hmph, Zhao Zhen, it's not that you don't report it, the time has not come, your time has arrived today!" Xie Decai smiled, admiring the panicked expression on Zhao Zhen's face, like a hidden gentleman smoking a big cigarette, his face was extremely comfortable: "The insult you insulted the old man that day, the old man wants you to return it a thousand times over!"

once knelt down and kowtowed to Zhao Zhen, a great shame, and when he met Zhao Zhen who was seriously injured in this kind of no-man environment, killing people was inevitable. Before Zhao Zhen could react, Xie De launched his proud sword finger to take Zhao Zhen's life.

It's a pity that Xie Decai's sword finger has not yet been played, and suddenly a Yuanying puppet rose up in Zhao Zhen's Qiankun bag, and his figure flashed behind Xie Decai. With only one face, even Xie Decai didn't see the figure behind him clearly, and the Yuanying puppet controlled by Zhao Zhen directly pinched his neck, lifting people in the air like an eagle catching a chicken.

Looking at Xie Decai who was restrained, Zhao Zhen was like a kind old man, with a warm smile on his face, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he directly sentenced Xie Decai to death: "It seems that this is indeed a good burial place!"

Although the monk was much tougher than the mortal's heart, Xie Decai was so frightened that tears almost fell in the face of the threat of death, and he completely lost the demeanor of Tarzan who was not shocked when he collapsed in front of him. The monks cultivated immortals in order to seek immortality, and the theory of pure hearts and few desires was just the conjecture of mortals. When it comes to life and death, who can be indifferent?

Xie Decai suddenly went from being high up and being able to control Zhao Zhen's life and death at any time to being slaughtered by others like this, how could he not be frightened? Xie Decai, who had just been satisfied, spoke with a crying voice at this moment: "Spare your life!"

Hearing Xie Decai's words begging for mercy, Zhao Zhen's expression instantly turned cold: "If you want to kill me, you must have the consciousness of being killed, since you want to put me to death, then you don't want to live from me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zhen suddenly swung out a soul ligament and pierced Xie Decai's body, and immediately Xie Decai let out a scream like killing a pig, and in just a breath, he turned into a skinny and bony dried corpse.

After collecting Xie Decai's relics, Zhao Zhen once again sent the flying sword to the sect. After killing the people in the auction hall and Xie Decai, all the blood was sucked into Zhao Zhen's body, and his cultivation had been improved from the third layer of the soul heart to the fifth layer of the soul heart, and the soul had become stronger, but the killing intent in Zhao Zhen's body had no time to deal with it for the time being, and he could only wait until he returned to the sect and then use the Tranquility Meditation to clear it.

Now Zhao Zhen is worried about whether Master's injuries have improved and whether it will affect his cultivation. It is said that when the master brought the master back, Zhao Zhen should be relieved, but Zhao Zhen always had a bad premonition in his heart, but he was going back soon, and everything would be clear after he arrived at the sect. More than a month later, Zhao Zhen finally returned to the sect, and when he entered the Cracked Thunder Courtyard, Zhao Zhen went straight to the master's cave.

As soon as he entered Leng Ling's room, Zhao Jian saw several maids waiting beside Leng Ling, but Leng Ling herself was lying on the couch, motionless, as if she was asleep. At this time, the ancestor was still on Leng Ling's side. Seeing the figure of the ancestor Liao Zheng, Zhao Zhen sighed in his heart, could it be that the master's injury was in big trouble?

Liao Zheng also understood Zhao Zhen's eagerness very well, looked at Zhao Zhen and shook his head and said, "Leng Ling's internal and external injuries have been healed, but her divine sense seems to have been hit hard, and she hasn't woken up yet. I've tried a lot of things, but to no avail!"

After listening to Liao Zheng's words, Zhao Zhen didn't care much, nodded hurriedly, and then walked directly to Leng Ling's bedside, reached out and grabbed her wrist vein, and carefully called the pulse.

Leng Ling's pulse was very calm, not at all like she was seriously injured, Zhao Zhen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it seemed that the serious injury he suffered that day had at least healed physically.

Subsequently, Zhao Zhen used his divine sense to pass into Leng Ling's body through his own hands, and began to explore Leng Ling's divine sense. But as soon as he came into contact with Leng Ling's divine sense, even Zhao Zhen couldn't help but gasp.