Ten days later, in the valley of the trapped soul in the evening, among the verdant grass and trees, everyone was either talking to each other, or munching on dry food, or sitting upright to practice, waiting for the arrival of a strong enemy.

Yuan Yi stood aside and watched Ling Hanfang, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, fiddling with a disc.

The diameter of the disc is about a foot long, and a curtain of light like water appears on it. According to his master Yan Shu, this is an immortal cultivator's magic weapon, which can be used to detect the enemy's traces when combined with the other disc, and as long as the enemy enters within ten miles, it will be discovered without concealment. But now it's smooth as a mirror, and there's nothing on it.

At this moment, a black dot suddenly appeared on the edge of the light curtain, and the black dot slowly moved towards the center of the disk.

As soon as Yuan Yi's heart moved, and when his mouth was about to open, Ling Hanfang had already shouted crisply: "Master, the enemy is coming!"

When Yan Chu heard this, he immediately came from a distance, and as soon as he approached, he saw the black dot, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone is in place, ready to fight!"

As soon as they heard this, everyone hurriedly stopped their movements and walked towards their places.

Ling Hanfang also stood up, tidied up his clothes a little first, and then checked his weapon, and was about to walk to the side.

At this moment, Yuan Yi suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Ling Hanfang, who was about to walk away!

Ling Hanfang's face tightened, and at the same time, he was shocked.

When she saw that it was Yuan Yi, the expression on her face eased slightly, and then she shook her hand slightly, unable to break free, and then carefully looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention, and she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

But despite this, her face turned red and she whispered, "What are you doing?"

"Be careful!" Yuan Yi held its delicate soft twing, stared at its delicate face, and the tenderness in his heart suddenly rose, his face showed warmth, and he said softly.

"Got it, you too!" Ling Hanfang looked at Yuan Yi's burning eyes, listening to his affectionate words, his heart suddenly trembled slightly, and he suddenly felt extremely shy, and the blush instantly spread to his ears, and then said in a crisp voice.

Hearing this, Yuan Yi reluctantly let go of his hand, Ling Hanfang's eyes turned, glanced at him, didn't say anything anymore, turned around and left quickly.

After watching her figure disappear between the grass and trees, Yuan Yi came back to his senses, cleaned up his messy thoughts, and immediately prepared for battle.

The bowstrings were opened, the blades were unsheathed, and they all held their breath and waited for the arrival of a strong enemy.

For a while, the noise of the people in the valley stopped, and only insects and birds sang and sang!

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In this way, time passed quietly, and a quarter of an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

At the entrance of the Trapped Spirit Valley, dozens of miles in the sky, a black light galloped from a distance, and after a while, the light fell on the ground!

Then, the black light faded away, and a figure appeared.

This is an old man with a dove-shaped face, long beard on his chin, and a pair of triangular eyes. He was dressed in a brocade robe, with a gray bag tied around his waist on either side.

As soon as the dove-faced old man Fang landed and saw Taniguchi, he sighed: "It's finally here!"

So saying, he got up and walked through the mouth of the valley into the valley.

After walking a few steps, the dove-faced old man suddenly stared at him, and saw the traces of people on the bluestone road in front of him, between the moss and the grass!

His face was startled, he stopped, then his eyes turned and looked around, and after a few moments, he stroked his beard, narrowed his triangular eyes slightly, and fell into a deep groan.

After a while, he made a decision, his right hand immediately patted, slapped the ash bag on the left side of his waist, and an object immediately flew out of it, dancing in the air in front of it, and suddenly a burst of golden light flashed, and if you look closely, it is a three-inch flying sword. Then, he pinched the spell in his hand and recited the spell at the same time, and the flying sword immediately trembled, and in a flash of light, his body slowly expanded, and in the blink of an eye, it rose to more than three feet long.

At this time, the dove-faced old man stopped doing something, and at the same time calmed down.

Then, holding the long sword in one hand, he continued to walk along the bluestone road.

After a short time, he turned a detour, and then suddenly stopped, and looked at a figure sitting cross-legged on the ground ten zhang ahead!

When the figure saw the arrival, his eyes immediately lit up, and he said at the same time, "You're here!" His voice was extremely calm, but there was a hint of coldness and hatred in it, it was none other than Yan Shu.

When the dove-faced old man saw someone, his face was silent, but his heart was cold, the golden sword in his hand was tight, and he secretly became vigilant and asked, "Who are you?"

As he spoke, his eyes flashed blue, his eyes were destined to be slashed, and he probed the other party, looking extremely cautious.

After all, in this special valley, not only could they not fly with qi, but their divine consciousness was even more suppressed. Not only did he not know whether there were strong enemies lurking around him, but his strength was greatly reduced, so that he had to be careful to avoid being plotted by his colleagues.

"Do you remember the Yan family's bloody case here ten years ago?" Yan asked instead of answering.

"Hehe, hey, I came to seek revenge. However, this world is full of enemies, what are you, worthy of my memory!" At this time, the dove-faced old man had already seen that the other party was not an immortal cultivator, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then sneered and said contemptuously.

"Okay, good, good, whether you remember it or not, today, this is the place where you fell!" Hearing this, Yan Chu suddenly burst into rage.

"Haha! I want to see how an ant like you can make me fall. However, I'm afraid you can't do it alone, so call all your accomplices out!" the dove-faced old man sneered, and at the same time rolled his eyes, looked around, and said unceremoniously.

Yan Qi's face changed, as if he had been punctured, but after a while, his face changed to normal, and then he said coldly: "Since it has been discovered, then you all come out!"

After his words were finished, in the sound of grass and branches and leaves, Pang Yao, Wang Cheng, Fei Qing, Shen Xing, Kaohsiung, and Nangong Ice Butterfly walked out of the place respectively, the first three were holding swords, and the last three were holding giant axes, hammers and spears.

"Not bad! It's really good! There are seven peerless masters of martial arts, and it's even more rare to be so young! However, in this case, it's okay to deal with others, as for facing this seat, that's the end of you!" Seeing the six people appear, the dove-faced old man's face must be pale, and he praised with interest, and as he spoke, his wrist moved, and he was about to release the flying sword.

"Do it!" Yan Shu shouted when he saw this.

As soon as they heard this, Pang Yao and the six suddenly stopped.

At this moment, three golden arrows flew down from the three low ridges and came in the direction of the dove-faced old man.

"There are even ambush soldiers?" the dove-faced old man looked shocked.

However, he did not panic, just took out a talisman from the gray bag on the left side with one hand, and then slapped it on his body, and immediately a yellow light mask covered it.

Three sharp arrows "sneered" three times at the same time, but not shot at the dove-faced old man, but fell behind, left and right, not more than a few feet away, only the road ahead can be passed, forming a situation of encircling three missing one, please enter the urn!

When the dove-faced old man saw this, his face immediately sank, and his complexion was not good.

This is not only because he is irritated by not knowing the number of enemies, but also because he is shocked by the enemy's arrangement and scheming. Judging from the position where he stands, it seems that there are ambushes on three sides, all the way, but who can tell the truth and fiction in it.

Although he was extremely disdainful of the enemy on the surface, it was only a means against the enemy, and it was only used to paralyze the enemy. In fact, no matter who the other party is, once he is in battle, he has always been extremely cautious, which is also an important reason why he has survived so far. You must know that among immortal cultivators, the weak kill the strong, and the things of capsizing in the gutter are endless. And in this situation, if the other party sets up a mechanism in front of him, even if the enemy is only a few secular masters, he may be killed.

When he saw the three golden arrows, the dove-faced old man's expression was even more ugly: "Heavenly Punishment God Crossbow Machine! Song Fat Man! What a Song Fat Man!"

This kind of immortal cultivator can kill low-level immortal cultivators, and it is used to assist the rule of secular dynasties, and only the royal family has it, so he guessed one of the subsequent masterminds after a little thought, and at this moment he sentenced Song Fatzi to death, but that was later.

Now, he has to deal with the crisis in front of him!

Although this arrow alone could not hurt him, a large number of them could pose a threat to him.

Thinking about this, the dove-faced old man suddenly raised his head, looked at the three figures who were riding arrows on the low ridge, and then lowered his head to see the six Pang Yao people who gradually surrounded after the rain of arrows.

His face immediately sank, and then his face flashed, and the flying sword in his hand trembled, and he galloped away, and he had to deal with Xiong Meng and the three of them first!

Suddenly, three bells rang out with different rhythms, and then three old-fashioned figures walked out from behind, to the left, and to the right, each holding a packet of black powder, and as soon as Fang approached, they scattered it towards the dove-faced old man.

"Refining corpses! Heavenly corpse powder!" "The dove-faced old man saw the figure, and he saw that it was heel, and it was only a low-level refining corpse, and there was no threat to him, so he wanted to ignore it anymore, but as soon as he saw the black powder, his face changed, and then he heard the "swish" sound on the shield, and after seeing the yellow light that had thinned in response, he hurriedly pinched the trick in his hand, commanded the flying sword to come back, and no longer cared about killing the enemy.

At this time, the three refining corpses each held a corner of black cloth and rushed towards the dove-faced old man, and then the old man's vision was obscured, he suddenly roared, and the magic trick in his hand immediately became faster, and the flying sword also quickly turned around.

At the same time, on the low ridge, Xiong Meng, Zhou Ding, and Fang Yan had already set up their crossbow arrows, and the three pairs of eyes looked down, about to shoot the enemy, and Pang Yao and the six people also rushed over at the same time, preparing to besiege the old man.

At the same time, what the dove-faced old man didn't notice was that after Yan Chop, who was ten zhang away, shook the black bell three times, he took advantage of the old man's vision to obscure, and a dagger suddenly appeared in his right hand, and with a stroke on his left wrist, blood flowed out of the wound in an instant, dripping on the disc in front of him, and the disc light curtain immediately rotated slowly, and after a while, it stopped, and after a burst of green light flashed on it, an illusory ghost face pattern appeared.

The ghost-faced pattern has green hair and green fangs, and the green eyes are turning, and the mouth is wide open, sucking blood, and it looks like enjoying blood and food.

Then, Yan Shu muttered a few words in a low voice, and immediately his face tightened, and with the movement of the dagger in his right hand, he cut off his left arm and sacrificed it to Grimace.

As the grimace devoured it, its form became more and more solid, and the disc seemed to be unable to withstand its internal pressure, and in a click sound, it gradually shattered, and finally dissolved into several fragments, scattering towards the surroundings.

After the grimace devoured the whole arm, he blinked his green eyes, indicating that he understood, and then he flashed, jumped up, and pounced in the direction of the dove-faced old man!