The three primordial old monsters, the first one, the white-clothed Shengxue, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, overflowing with sword qi all over his body, roaring wildly, it was the Yun Jianzi who intercepted and killed Wang Li that day!

Beside him, there is a monk who is as short as a child, but his gray hair shows that his age is not as young as it seems, this person is the ancestor of the Ji family, Ji Haishan. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This Ji Haishan was also a legendary genius in the Southern Regions when he was young, 12-year-old quenching, 14-year-old Qi practice, 21-year-old Jin Dan, fierce and brutal, slaughtered people without a word, and now lives behind the scenes, his personality has converged a lot, he is the real power ancestor of the Ji family, his strength is unfathomable, it is said that he has reached the peak of the strength of Yuanying, and it is even rumored that he has broken through into the Yuanying Great Perfection.

The overall strength of the Ji family is generally weak, but it can squeeze into the ranks of first-class forces, and it stands tall in the southern region where the weak eat the strong, which has a lot to do with this Ji Haishan.

And the last monk, wearing an ice-blue robe made of ice silk, was like a piece of 10,000-year-old ice, cold without a trace of emotion, and the whole body was cold, freezing the air around him into a trace of white mist, condensing but not dissipating.

"It's ...... Northern Regions Monk?", the onlookers looked at the blue-robed monk with a frown, and thought for a long time before he spoke in shock.

The northern region of the continent is a place like a mystery, where monks almost never go out, and monks from other regions are also restricted from entering, and above this northern region, there is only one sect, a force, called the North Han Temple.

This hall seems to have existed for tens of millions of years, no one has ever been able to tell his origin, and no one has really seen this hall, only to know that this hall is extremely powerful, in which the monks all raise ice silkworms, with ice silk as clothing, ice cold silkworms as totems.

Now that he can see a legendary monk of the Northern Han Palace, this not only makes everyone secretly mutter, what secret deal has the Spirit Sword Sect and the Ji family reached with the Northern Han Palace, so that the always transcendent Northern Han Hall can send Yuanying monks to walk between heaven and earth.

Yun Jianzi smiled slightly, looked at Wang Li, who was seriously injured and dying, and chuckled, "Little friend Wang Li, we met again......."

Ji Haishan snorted coldly, the many monks killed by Wang Li are all elite forces belonging to the Ji family, this is three Jin Dan and several Zhuji Great Perfection, even if it is him, he can't help but feel a trace of flesh pain, "What are you talking about with him, quickly kill this son, everyone takes what they need."

The monk of the Northern Cold Hall also said coldly, "Ji Daoyou is right, I only want his body, and I won't take anything else", between the opening and closing of his mouth, there was a pure white mist spitting out, as if bringing this hot southern region to the ice and snow, which made people shiver.

"Then I'll come, this son has a fate with me", Yun Jianzi laughed, his fingers connected the dots, and under each point, a sharp sword flashed, slashing out mightily, and rushed towards the vital points around Wang Li's body.

Although he was smiling, his subordinates showed no mercy and wanted to kill Wang Li directly.

Wang Li had already run out of oil, overdrawing all the potential of his body, I believed that even if Yun Jianzi didn't make a move, he wouldn't be able to survive today, at this moment he looked at the countless sharp swords, and smiled, with a hint of relief.

"I've tried my best...... Daddy and mother go slowly, Li'er is here to accompany you......"

However, at this moment, a rebellious voice suddenly appeared in his mind, "Little guy, do you want to live?"

Wang Li, who was originally a little vaguely conscious, became slightly sober, knowing that the owner of this voice was the soul that wanted to take away himself that day.

"If I don't live now, is there any meaning?", Wang Li was a little dazed and muttered softly.

"Your death has something to do with me, since you want to die, you might as well give me this body, don't worry, as a reward, I will help you kill them all, and fulfill your desire for revenge in the end, how about it, fair, quack"

"Revenge...... Anyway, I have to die, so why pity this body, soul, I believe you once, don't let me down.......", Wang Li muttered in his heart, put away his soul, and lived in Fang Ding, wrapped in the Demon Buddha Golden Pill, and fell into a deep sleep.

"Hahahaha", the soul laughed wildly, he had waited for thousands of years, and he had been a lonely ghost for thousands of years, and today he finally had a body again, which made him almost crazy.

Wang Li, who had been silent, suddenly opened his eyes, and the blue eyes that had become because of the cultivation of the Easy Exercise Method had become pitch black at this moment, and there was a boundless black light shooting out of it.

"Wang Li" sat up from the ground suddenly, and his original flesh and blood body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye at this moment, and on his body, boundless magic patterns slowly emerged, which flashed with black light, if you look closely, it is exactly the same as the magic pattern on the altar in the Sumeru Cave that day.

The most conspicuous thing is that on his back, there are two huge magic lines, from the shoulder to the waist, in the shape of "eight", which is extremely weird.

"Wang Li" stood up and moved for a while, his face full of intoxication, "It's really good to have the taste of flesh......."

But after being happy for a while, he became depressed again, "Although the foundation is good, this cultivation is really too bad."

Speaking of which, the sword qi from Yun Jianzi had already slashed in front of him, and the sword qi was traceless, weaving into a sword net that was difficult to see, and it was enveloping him mightily.

"Insect carving skills"

"Wang Li" snorted coldly disdainfully, stretched out his right hand, and pinched it gently, only to hear a dense sound like a burst of beans sounding, breaking all the sword nets of Yun Jianzi.

With a wave of his hand, he defused the attack of a primordial monk!

Yun Jianzi's smile slowly converged, and his right hand was lightly grasped in the void, forming a long sword that was crystal colored like white jade out of thin air, exuding a shocking sword aura.

Harnessing qi is a sword, and Yun Jianzi is worthy of being the old monster of the Spirit Sword Sect!

Just as Yun Jianzi was about to make a move, a cold voice suddenly sounded behind him, "Who is my Dao, it turned out to be the remnants of the demon clan, who didn't hide honestly, and dared to borrow a corpse in front of me to return the soul, I don't know which clan you belong to?"

"Oh?"

"Wang Li" turned his head to look at the blue-robed monk, his face was a little evil, and he asked with a strange smile, "Where did you know about the demon clan, this little ghost?"

The monk of the North Cold Hall smiled slightly, and took out an ice crystal token, above this order, there was nothing, only the pattern of an ice cold silkworm was carved, and the cold air was pressing.

As soon as this order came out, the smiling face of "Wang Li" immediately froze, and he said coldly, "Who is my Dao, it turned out to be a lackey of Qingping, and when you meet this king today, you are ......unlucky."

When the monk of the North Han Hall heard this, his face was full of surprise, he smiled, and stepped forward, "I didn't expect to be so lucky today, I actually met a demon king, it seems that the position of deacon in this hall is none other than me!"