Bai Ye www.biquge.info's face was as usual, looking at the palm that was like an eagle's claws, glowing with coldness, his eyes were like electricity, and when his right hand was raised, the black small sword flew out directly, slashing directly towards the flying corpse.

The small sword stabbed out instantly, the speed was extremely fast, the flying corpse dodged, and the right claw directly bombarded, Bai Ye here, his face was cold at this moment, the fairy pattern in his left eye flashed, and the invisible divine sense directly slashed into the eyebrows of the flying corpse.

"Whew"

A strange scream, terrible and miserable.

The flying corpse suddenly fell from mid-air to the ground, a large amount of corpse qi emanated from his mouth, his dry face was full of pain, Bai Ye stretched out a finger, and the black black sword was black and cold, leaving a lot of wounds on its body in the blink of an eye.

These wounds are not fatal, they only cut through the flesh, which makes the dissipation of the corpse qi more rapid.

In just a moment, in Bai Ye's eyes, the breath of this corpse fell from the middle stage of the tenth layer of condensation qi to the early stage...

"Stop, the old man admits it... Fellow Daoist, please stop..."

The corner of Bai Ye's mouth sneered, and the speed of the little sword was faster.

Nine layers of condensation... Eight layers of condensation...

The body of the flying corpse was covered with scars, seeing the cultivation that had been improved with great difficulty, the realm continued to fall, and his eyes showed fear, and finally when the corpse qi no longer overflowed, but the spiritual power was emanating, he begged for mercy and said: "Stop, the villain is willing to turn into a treasure spirit and recognize you as the master..."

The flying sword stopped, and Bai Ye's voice was indifferent, "You are a corpse refiner, but you are just condensing qi, why do you have spiritual intelligence?"

The flying corpse's mouth and nose were pale and thin, and he suddenly got up, his eyes showed a fierce light, and he pounced on it.

Bai Ye snorted coldly, like a knife divine sense slashed out again, and the flying corpse immediately fell down with a scream.

After another moment, the wailing stopped, and the flying corpse begged for mercy and spoke.

"The villain is a monk of the Yin Corpse Sect, and his longevity is approaching, and he accidentally gets a secret technique that can be reincarnated and recultivated, so he uses this technique to transfer the divine soul to the corpse puppet, and leaves a lot of jade slips to lure the Qi Condensing Monk to come and take away his cultivation."

Bai Ye's expression moved slightly, and he said lightly: "Where is this technique?"

The flying corpse immediately opened its mouth, and a jade slip flew out of it and fell towards Bai Ye.

Bai Ye didn't move, and his divine sense checked that he was fine, so he reached out and took it off.

And at this moment, the flying corpse showed its fierceness, and pounced again, Bai Ye's eyes flashed with cold light, and the finger of his right hand stretched out, and immediately the spiritual power turned into a rope to bind it.

At the same time, like a sword divine sense, it immediately differentiates the hundred paths, continuously,

Every time he cut out, the flying corpse screamed again and again, his body trembled, and his mouth begged for mercy.

Bai Ye turned a deaf ear, his face was cold, and it was not until after half a pillar of incense that the breath of the flying corpse was sluggish, and his gray eyes were diffuse, and then he threw it out casually.

The flying corpse fell to the ground, and there was no murderous light in his eyes when he looked at Bai Ye, but fear.

In the past, he had killed countless Qi Condensing Cultivators, and even after his incarnation, he had swallowed a lot, but there had never been a monk with such a low cultivation level who had such a strange method, which made him even more frightened and suspicious.

"This bastard, he must not be a Qi Condensing Cultivator, he just deliberately breathed like this, and then looked for the pleasure of torture and killing, this person must be a psychopathic Great Demon Cultivator, it must be..."

Bai Ye ignored the idea of flying corpses, his divine sense entered the jade slip, and after a long time, he revealed a little enlightenment, and put it away casually, only then did he drop his gaze, revealing a smile rather than a smile.

This kind of look fell on the eyes of the flying corpse, which immediately frightened him, and roared wildly in his heart: "Haven't you tortured enough?" I know that he is a despicable and shameless, obscene and cheap perverted demon cultivator, why is the old man so miserable... I met such a like..."

Although he scolded Bai Ye upside down in his heart, and he was frightened, his eyes showed flattery and humility.

"Bowling?" When Bai Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, he smiled and said lightly: "Do you enter by yourself, or do you want me to do it myself!"

Hearing these words in the ears of the flying corpse, his body immediately trembled, and he hurriedly spoke: "Old man... No, the villain comes by himself, by himself..."

"If you let this little devil take action personally, the old man's soul will not be wiped out immediately..."

At this moment, the flying corpse raised his dry palm, his eyes fell, and he hesitated, "Bao Ling, that is a driven slave, life and death are inadvertent..."

"Don't do it yet!"

Bai Ye's indifferent voice came.

This made the flying corpse's body tremble, its eyes closed suddenly, and it slapped its palm on its eyebrows.

Suddenly, a faint light flickered out and fell in front of Bai Ye.

This is a trace of the soul, all things in heaven and earth, as long as there is spiritual wisdom, there is a soul, and the soul of the monk is the soul of the god.

Bai Ye's divine sense swept over, and a drop of blood flew out of his fingers, directly wrapping it.

After a while, his eyes fell on the small black sword, his expression moved slightly, he stretched out his fingers, and said lightly, "This sword is your future residence, I will call it out, without command, if it comes out, erase your mind."

The blood-wrapped divine soul, with Bai Ye's finger, immediately fell to the sword body and turned into a special pattern and immersed it.

When the flying corpse spirit floated out, his body immediately withered, and at this moment, it became an illusory mist, which made him, slightly, scolded in his heart: "Bastard, it turned out to be a blood refining and sealing spirit, it's really ruthless..."

Blood refining and sealing spirits, different from ordinary sealing spirits, this technique, the main dead soul dies.

And the Pu Qizhen that Bai Ye had obtained, and the spirit of the demon beast in the purple spear, were just ordinary spirit sealing techniques, in order to erase the spirit of the demon beast and refine the magic weapon, making it a treasure spirit.

The fact is done, the flying corpse is helpless, turns into a black light, and when it flies into the small sword, it is still scolding in his heart.

"You wait, Lao Tzu has the experience of building a foundation, as long as the cultivation is exceeded, then Lao Tzu can recover his soul and get out of trouble, at that time, when you are a little bastard, you will also be refined into a treasure spirit, tortured every day..."

At this moment, Bai Ye's face was a little pale, so he immediately sat down cross-legged.

Fang Cai seems to be relaxed, but in fact it has been overloaded, especially the divine consciousness slashing, it seems that it is still a hundred ways, but it has already extracted a lot of divine consciousness that suppresses the idea of three killings.

This made the idea of three killings, during that period of time, appear loose, and the Danhai in the body roared.

It wasn't until a moment later that Bai Ye exhaled a long breath, revealing a gloomy appearance.

When he got up, he put away the treasure bag of Wu Dingtian and the others, looked around again, and was about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, his expression moved, and he stood there, silently pondering.

"Although the idea of three killings is only a trace, it is the thought of Jindan, with my cultivation, if there is no external force, the refining time is unknown..."

"The Yin and evil qi in this place is extremely heavy, if I condense this Yin and evil qi to a certain extent, and then cooperate with the cultivation..."

Thinking of this, Bai Ye's eyes flickered, and he immediately felt the coldness in this cave.

But in a moment, he took a step, and after more than ten steps, under his feet was a black and blue rock, and this place gave him the heaviest sense of gloom.

Without saying a word, the small black sword whirled and swirled.

"Dingding..."

A harsh sound came, Bai Ye looked over, there was only a little gravel splashed there, and he secretly said in his heart: "Sure enough, it was overflowed by the Yin for a long time, and it became extremely hard."

Bai Ye's eyebrows furrowed slightly, he pondered for a moment, and a trace of blue flame fell from his fingertips.

"Boom!" Between.

When the blue flame burst open, the black rock there immediately vaporized, which made Bai Ye's face happy, and the blue flame flew out again.

After the tea, a dark cave with a depth of hundreds of zhang appeared, and the cold emanating from it made Bai Ye, who was standing on it, have to move up his cultivation to resist.

Bai Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was feeling, and then he waved his sleeves, rolled up the small black sword, and the figure fell.

Time passed, and a month passed in a blink of an eye, and in the past month, at the bottom of the cave, Bai Ye was like a rock that had not moved for eternity, and he had not taken half a step.

At this moment, above his Danhai Sea, there is a sword of cold condensation, this sword rises and falls, emitting cold air, if its cold overflows, a radius of 100 miles will immediately change from summer to winter, and even freeze to death.

Bai Ye slowly opened his eyes, observed for a moment, and muttered in his mouth: "It's not enough, the cold of this sword may only drive away the idea of killing..."

"Yan Dao City!" Bai Ye's eyes showed Senhan.

It can be said that the pursuit of Tianlan Temple is the biggest crisis he has encountered in the more than ten years of cultivating immortals, although Yan Daocheng's attack was because Bai Ye killed his son, but if there was no Yan Ning's greed, this incident would not have happened.

In particular, if Bai Ye hadn't cultivated the Dao Tibetan Sutra and possessed spiritual power and unique divine consciousness far beyond that of ordinary monks, he might have already turned his bones into ashes.

At this moment, Bai Ye's heart is even more eager to become a strong man, and his only obsession is to no longer become an ant that can be twisted and killed at will in the eyes of others.

The cold is howling, and the light in the darkness slowly closes!