Silent, but extremely fast, the ghost had nowhere to hide, the innate yin fire hit its shield, like ice and snow melting, the color of the shield quickly faded, in the blink of an eye, it was crumbling, a trace of hesitation flashed in the ghost's eyes, but then it became resolute, opened his mouth again, and spurted out a mouthful of essence blood.

The essence blood sprinkled the shield, and the part that was dissolved by the innate yin fire was restored to its original state, but Yuwen Zhouyuan was not in a hurry, but there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, at this moment, the two sides had evolved into consumption, competing for real power.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's innate yin fire was displayed through the spirit weapon spirit absorbing thorn, which itself had a slight advantage.

And every time the other party spews out a mouthful of essence blood, the cultivation will drop by one point, so if the consumption continues, who wins and who loses, you can know at a glance.

Yuwen Zhouyuan took out a spirit stone from the storage bag and held it in his hand to replenish his true power, which was already a victory, but now with such a layer of insurance, there is no reason to lose.

Time passed minute by minute, and half an hour later, the trapped ghost had greatly reduced his mana, and his body had shrunk by a circle.

"It's time!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said secretly in his heart, and then he raised his hand and struck a spell with the Spirit Sucking Thorn that was spinning in mid-air.

In the white light, thirty-two soul-absorbing thorns began to transform, twisting into a crescent-shaped blade, the cold light flashing, and the murderous aura was soaring!

The ghost's expression was even more frightened, Yuwen Juyuan didn't intend to give him more time to think, and said the truth: "Disease!"

The crescent moon blade roared towards the ghost, and the sharp sound of breaking the sky was terrifying.

The ghost had no intention of fighting, and stopped spitting essence blood like a shield, and his body turned into a black light, wanting to fly.

"I just want to run away now, it's too late!" The crescent moon blade stabbed into the body of the powerful ghost, there was no blood flower, but countless yin qi emerged from the body of the powerful ghost, and was sucked away by the spirit sucking thorn. Then his remaining body twisted and turned into ghosts, panicking and trying to escape.

This monster was originally formed by the soul of a fallen monk and the spirit of a demon beast, but now it has just been beaten back to its original form.

Looking at the flying Yin Soul, Yuwen Zhouyuan regained his grip on the soul bead, waved it gently, injected true power, and threw it into the sky.

After inhaling enough true power, the soul bead that came out of his hand quickly grew in size, expanding from the size of a dragon's eye to the size of a basin.

A stream of black qi shot out from the soul beads, and those black gases were like spirits, chasing the scattered Yin Souls respectively, and then wrapped them in a roll.

The horror of the Yin Soul has reached its peak, struggling desperately, but it is useless, this soul bead magic weapon is the nemesis of the ghost path.

It's good to deal with the powerful ghosts like that just now, but cleaning up these remnants of the ghosts is a good thing.

The souls of the monks and demon beasts did not fall, and all of them were entangled in black threads and rolled back into the soul beads.

Then the soul bead regained the size of the dragon's eye in the rotation, and fell back into Yuwen Zhouyuan's hand, unlike just now, the soul bead that absorbed many souls appeared full of soul power, black and shiny, just holding it in his hand, Yuwen Zhouyuan could feel the powerful energy contained in it.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed with a hint of triumph, and he learned from the Butcher Demon Lord's diary that this soul bead was extremely powerful, and the more souls it absorbed, the more powerful it became, and in the end, it could even compete with magic weapons.

But every step in the strength of this soul bead increases, it has to absorb a large number of souls, Yuwen Zhouyuan is not a person who loves to kill, to be honest, he has never wanted to increase the strength of this soul bead.

But now the situation is different, these demon beasts and monk souls that once gathered into powerful ghosts were originally their own enemies, how could they be polite to them Yuwen Zhouyuan, and there was no need for mercy for the enemy, of course, they all had to be sucked into the soul beads.

Although it is a remnant soul, the number is also amazing, there are hundreds of them, and after absorbing so much nutrients, the soul bead will be multiplied if he goes back and refines again.

Although this battle was a little more dangerous, it was also very rewarding.

Yuwen Zhouyuan set his eyes on the zombie on the side, and after the soul bead absorbed the yin soul, the blood-colored skeleton conjured by it also increased in power, and the zombie suddenly showed a helpless color, and turned around to escape.

Yuwen Zhouyuan snorted, raised his hand and pointed, the innate yin fire that had not yet been extinguished flew over, wrapping the zombie in it, and the screams came, Yuwen Zhouyuan waved the soul bead with his left hand, and the silver skeleton launched a more violent attack.

In a matter of moments, this hundred-year-old zombie was beaten to pieces.

After exploding into a cloud of black mist, there was still a bead as black as ink suspended in the air.

Yuwen Zhouyuan groaned for a moment, took out a jade bottle from his arms, uncorked the bottle, and a yellow light flew out of it, putting the beads in.

Just like a demon beast has a demon pill, a zombie with a high level of Taoism will also form a corpse bead in the body, the corpse bead is a highly poisonous thing, and the cultivator who practices the ghost path can use it to refine the magic weapon, although Yuwen Zhouyuan will not, but the corpse bead is also a treasure for him, and it will be put in the storage bag first.

Finally extinguished the ghost thing that guarded the elixir, Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't delay any longer, picked off the golden yang grass and the star soul flower, and left here in the wind.

At the same time, on the edge of an inconspicuous mountain cliff in the Fog Demon Ridge, but at this moment, an amazing aura escaped from it, and several cultivators wearing the costumes of the Snow Mountain Sect were standing here with solemn expressions.

From the two peaks embroidered under the corners of their clothes, it can be seen that these people are all masters of the True Yuan Period!

"Why hasn't the senior brother come back yet?" said one of them.

"Don't worry, with Senior Brother's cultivation, unless he is a real master, we don't have to worry about who can escape from his palm. The other comforted.

"But the treasure is about to be born, can it be done without a senior brother presiding?" said a monk in his forties.

The old man at the head groaned for a moment and said, "In this way, let's first set up a magic circle around us to stop the spiritual energy from overflowing, and order the disciples of the True Qi Stage to be on guard all around. Don't let the fish that slip through the net happen to break in and ruin the big thing. ”

"Good!" the crowd replied.

The order was passed on, and the elite disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect suddenly turned into a ray of light and dispersed in all directions, and the remaining True Yuan Stage masters glanced at each other and acted separately.

After picking the elixir, Yuwen Zhouyuan's heart was full of joy, and without hesitation, he walked towards the Fog Demon Ridge, and at the same time released his divine thoughts to search for Nangong Dai's whereabouts.

Obviously, the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect must have some conspiracy to attack the monks who entered the Fog Demon Ridge, otherwise they would not have gone crazy to such a point, thinking that there must be some treasure in this Fog Demon Ridge, otherwise the Snow Mountain Sect would not have made such a big move!

I don't know how Dai'er is doing now, whether she will die in this storm! After thinking about it in his heart, Yuwen Zhouyuan continued to suppress his cultivation to the sixth layer of the True Qi Stage.

After Yuwen Zhouyuan flew for about half an hour, suddenly the aura around him fluctuated violently without warning, Yuwen Zhouyuan was taken aback, stopped his body, and saw a blue light.

Then I saw two people flying from far and near.

What a strong cultivator! Could it be a monk of the Snow Mountain Sect?

Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't have time to think about it, touched it in his arms, and stabbed it in his heart.

At this moment, Yuwen Zhuyuan had already seen his opponent clearly. The person in front covered his face with a white veil, but a few drops of blood had been splashed on the white veil, although he couldn't see his face clearly, but the familiar movements and breath were not Nangong Dai or how could he be!

Judging from Nangong Dai's speed and flustered expression, she was obviously fleeing for her life, could she have met a true cultivator in the True Yuan Period? Yuwen Zhouyuan said secretly in his heart.

When Yuwen Zhouyuan was secretly speculating, Nangong Dai, who he met by chance, was also depressed, and finally used the golden thunder bead magic weapon passed down by his master to destroy the shameless early stage master of the True Yuan, but it didn't take long for him to be entangled by a guy in the late stage of the True Yuan wearing a robe.

After seeing clearly that the Taoist priest was actually Han Dongyan, the head of the Snow Mountain Sect, Nangong Dai was even more shocked.

Although unlike the Five Light Sect, the head of the Snow Mountain Sect is not their number one master, and his cultivation is not even ranked among the top three, Han Dongyan is mainly good at sect management, but his cultivation has also reached the Great Perfection in the late stage of the True Yuan Dynasty, and it is by no means something that a small disciple of the True Qi Stage can compete with.

As soon as the two fought, Nangong Dai was knocked out from afar, fortunately, the opponent was strong, she had already fully estimated, and laid several layers of defense in front of her, so that she was not injured.

barely escaped, but the slight luck psychology in Nangong Dai's heart was also thrown out of the clouds, and the strength of the Great Perfection Cultivator in the late stage of the True Yuan Dynasty was by no means comparable to himself.

Although Nangong Dai was a woman, she also made a decision immediately, and immediately threw out all the offensive talismans on her body, and for a while, the light flashed wildly, and the rumbling sound shook the sky, taking advantage of Han Dongyan's distraction, Nangong Dai activated the last life-saving talisman, and she was teleported out again.

Unlike the teleportation array, the movement of the teleportation charm is random, and the distance is limited, so after completing the teleportation, Nangong Dai did not dare to slack off, and immediately escaped from the wind, hoping to escape as far away as possible.

"Brother Yuwen, let's go, there is a strong enemy!" Nangong Dai shouted after seeing Yuwen Zhouyuan.

Yuwen Zhouyuan hurriedly said, "Dai'er, what happened?"

Nangong Dai was about to speak, when suddenly, a white mist appeared silently in the sky not far away, and a strong spiritual power fluctuation was generated around it.

Feeling the terrifying coercion brought by that spiritual power, a wisp of gloom flashed on Yuwen Zhouyuan's face, his expression was gloomy, and his left hand clasped the Tongxin Thorn. With his right hand, he quietly took out the Spirit Sucking Thorn.

The white mist swirled rapidly, and a figure gradually became clear inside.

The person who came was about fifty years old, with three long beards and fairy bones. At first glance, he looked like a man of the Tao, but when he looked at the other party's cultivation again, he couldn't help but secretly complain.

When Yuwen Zhouyuan was searching for the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect, he knew that this person was actually Han Dongyan, the sect leader of the Snow Mountain Sect.

From the degree of embarrassment of Nangong Dai just now, Yuwen Zhouyuan also guessed that she had most likely encountered masters above the True Yuan Period, but he never dreamed that she was actually the head of the dignified Snow Mountain Sect!

"Slut, do you still want to leave?" Han Dongyan casually glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan, and didn't pay attention to this little monk who only had six layers of True Qi at all, so he shouted at Nangong Dai.