In the end, the number was fixed on the "two thousand and hundreds of wantons", and there was a whole 100,000 less. Clear light enveloped Xu Xian's whole body, and his divine soul changed like never before.

The main star was gradually melting, flowing in the whole soul, yin and yang flowed, the original soul was gradually filled with this light, and the original soul was like a fetal membrane shrouded in the golden soul inside, Xu Xian felt a burst of anger for no reason, and struggled. As if breaking out of a cocoon into a butterfly, Xu Xian finally broke through that layer of fetal membranes, and the golden spirit inside began to dominate everything. It is not enough to describe the change he has made at this moment.

Xu Xian's body suddenly collapsed on the bed, and then he found himself seeing himself, his body was like a puppet without a string on the bed, and now he was floating in the air with a golden light.

"Yang God Out of the Body", if there is a cultivator here, he may be able to call out Xu Xian's current state, and then envy it.

The biggest difficulty in practicing qi and transforming the god is the transformation of the soul from the yin soul to the yang god. If Xu Xian relied on slow cultivation, I am afraid it would take more than ten years or even decades to get to this point, but by chance, with that small jade plate, he spent 100,000 merits to cross the moat in one step.

It's just that even if he cultivates into a yang god, it takes a lot of time to accumulate if he wants to "get out of the body", but with the power of the pure yang of the sun, he can achieve it in one step, which can't help but make people admire the magic of creation.

Xu Xian floated in the air, quietly looking around, there was no sadness or joy in his heart, and the depression just now seemed to belong to another person. He should have been surprised at his current state, but now he was not even surprised. That heart is like a lake of light, calm without the slightest ripple.

If he cultivated by himself, he should have carried his original heart surname, but with the help of external forces, the Yang God refined by Xu Xian seemed to have only the surname Dao.

In psychology, there is a so-called extreme experience, at that moment to feel integrated with the world or extreme inner peace, this experience can be compared but not sought, just like the moment when Xu Xian clicked the stars on the small bridge to realize the Tao, at that moment he is the closest to the so-called "Tao", which the Buddhists call "enlightenment".

But that state is destined to not last, because people always have to return to real life, and they can't always be in a state of "awakening". Later, when Xu Xian cultivated in his sleep, or when he used his strength, he was the closest to this state, so he would always become extremely indifferent. And now Xu Xian has forcibly cultivated into a yang god, but he can always maintain this kind of "awareness" when his yang god is out of his body, but it is difficult to predict whether this state is a blessing or a curse.

But no matter how ruthless he was, he hadn't forgotten his goal. Gently closed his eyes, as if he was feeling some kind of wonderful opportunity between heaven and earth, and in a moment, he opened his eyes, the golden light flashed, and with a move of his hand, Pan Yu put the Qinghong sword on the side of the bed fell in his hand, and then flew away in one direction.

Xu Xian didn't know any flying skills, but at this time, the yang god was completed, and the gathering was formed, and the scattering was qi, which was faster than the flying bird. It's just that he deliberately hides his figure, and ordinary people can't see it.

Pan Yu's soul was fluttering, and his heart was muddy and ambiguous. It was as if something invisible was pulling it in one direction. Until above the West Lake, a drifting fishing boat. Seeing two familiar people, I had a little understanding in my heart, but I couldn't do it independently.

Hook looked at the floating soul in a daze, his eyebrows were still vaguely Pan Yu's, only slightly changed, where is the son of Fengliu, who is clearly a peerless beauty. Wang Shouyi's eyelids were smeared with the plaster given by Hook, and he could also see the ghost, and he was also very surprised at this moment.

Hook's heart was full of lust, and he couldn't help but regret letting Wang Shouyi next to him see him. Seeing that Wang Shouyi was really salivating, he asked Hu Ke, "Don't you have a way to touch your soul?"

Hook hesitated: "People have sex with ghosts, and yin qi enters the body, I'm afraid there will be damage." ”

Wang Shouyi glared at him: "If you want to say it, you can say it." Pan Yu watched all this in panic and powerlessly, but there was nothing he could do.

Hook looked at the horizon dumbfounded, and on the silent lake, suddenly a little golden light flew in, and in an instant, stood in front of Pan Yu on the bow of the ship. A figure in the golden light was the Xu Xian seen at the banquet. At this moment, he is still doing most of the peace, but his eyes are empty, and he glances around. Although he looked at Hook and the others, he didn't seem to see anything, and only when he looked at Pan Yu did he have a slight ripple. The ordinary appearance in the golden light was as majestic as a god at this moment.

Hook was shocked in his heart, how could this Xu Immortal have such a way. But after all, he has been practicing since he was a child, and he has also followed a number of masters in Nanyang, who have some skills. Although he was not shocked at this moment, he was busy sacrificing the head of the child in Si Luoping and biting Xu Xian. Wang Shouyi next to him also knew that this matter had been broken, whether it was a person or a ghost, if he couldn't kill it, the revenge of the Pan family was not a joke. A long sword that pulled out his waist and pounced on Xu Xian. It will take time for Hook's sacrificial spell, and Wang Shouyi's sword will come even faster.

The sword flashed.

The sword in Wang Shouyi's hand flew out along with his right hand holding the sword. Xu Xian actually used the ape swordsmanship that he had only looked through once and then threw in the closet, at this moment he was [***], and he used it casually, Wang Shouyi, who knew some martial arts, was not his enemy. Wang Shouyi held his wrist and lay on the ground and howled, his wonderful pen and his great cause were all gone with this sword.

A little kid with a belly and intestines hissed and flew towards Xu Xian, the voice was extremely vicious and hurtful to people's souls. Seven or eight other ghosts pounced on them with their teeth and claws. The boat was small, and Xu Xian was standing at the bow again, and behind him was Pan Yu. And Hook, who had been in it all this, had his head flying high, like the child he controlled.

Flying head technique is the life-saving method of the head descending master, Hook flies high, if this blow can be successful, he will naturally come down to clean up the mess, if he fails, he will fly high and run away, forgive that Xu Xian can not catch up with him.

At the last moment, Xu Xian abandoned the sword, and caged his hands, obviously just a pair of fleshy palms, but it seemed to envelop everything in front of him.

The dark water suddenly erupted into a large golden firelight, illuminating everything.

Xu Xian's method of absorption and initiation that he comprehended in Ning Caichen's house was 100% used at this moment. Instead of absorbing the power of the sun into the body and then releasing it, it absorbs the power of the surrounding sun into a small area in front of it, and then triggers it instantly. Although the golden flame was not as powerful as the true fire of the sun, it burned a large area like a cloud of fire.

The ghost was evaporated in an instant, and the child's head only lasted in the center of the flames for a few more moments, and Hook's head was burned in mid-air, and one after another fell on the boat, and Xu Xian stepped forward and stepped on it.

It's a long story, but flying from Xu Xian, chopping hands, and setting fire is just a blink of an eye.

The head at his feet was still shaking, and his mouth was open to bite. Xu Xian picked up the Qinghong sword on the ground with one hand, and gently sent it, and the sword penetrated the Tianling cover and nailed it to the deck, and the head was finally silent. Xu Xian made up two more swords before kicking into the water. There was a "poof" sound in the darkness.

At this time, Wang Shouyi endured severe pain and barely stood up, the flames just now mainly burned into the air, and he was fine. He had already figured out the situation, and forced himself to calm down: "Pan Yu is dead, as long as you let me go, I will ensure that you will have no worries for half your life, and I can also provide the gold and silver needed for cultivation." I will never mention this to anyone. ”

But he thought that he was at least fifty percent sure that he could convince Xu Xian, but he didn't notice that from beginning to end, Xu Xian's eyes were empty, there was no anger, no killing intent, and even no pride after killing. Eyes as silent as the sky, staring at the earth all their lives, are nothing but dogs.

The sword light rises, and the head flies. Xu Xian looked back at Pan Yu, and finally there were more feelings in his eyes, but he was slightly confused. I don't know if I'm confused about the affection at the moment, or the ruthlessness at the moment?

Pan Yuse shrank and opened his mouth to speak. But Xu Xian shook his head slightly, gently picked her up, and flew towards the academy.

Unlike when he came, Pan Yu was much more sober at this time. I watched many familiar scenes slip under my feet. She looked up at the man holding him. In the night wind, his long hair fluttered, sometimes tangled with hers and then separated.

The golden light on Xu Xian's body shone brightly, but ordinary people could see it, but in the darkness, many eyes stared at the traces of him across the sky, revealing a thoughtful look.

"This immortal, please stay. A green-faced, fanged, nearly tall demon suddenly rose into the sky to block Xu Xian.

Xu Xian's face was expressionless, and he put his hand on the Qinghong Sword on his waist, and the light on his body was also scorching.

The ghost pawn was uncomfortable for a while, and hurriedly said: "My lord invites the immortal chief to come to the mansion to meet." He saw that Xu Xian was not moved, and added: "If you want to save the woman in your arms, you still need the help of my family." ”

Xu Xian said lightly: "Lead the way." ”

The ghost pawn hurriedly led the way in front, and both of them were flying, but they arrived at their destination in an instant. Pan Yu looked out of Xu Xian's arms, but it was the City God Temple in Hangzhou. If you think about it carefully, the ghost pawn who led the way is also one of the four ghosts in the clay sculpture in the City God Temple.

Entering the City God Temple, sure enough, there were three other ghost guards standing, and it was the City God King sitting in the hall.

A red-faced and red-haired ghost soldier said sharply: "Bold turbidity, I dare not worship when I see the city god." ”