Tian Buyi's face was ugly, looking at Fang Hai who was excited, he was a little annoyed in his heart, and said: "This son has killed more than 400 monks in total, which means that my True Ming Sect has also offended more than 400 sects in the New Domain Country, can Senior Brother know what this means?"

Fang Hai saw that Tian Buyi was dissatisfied with Ye An's bloody matter in his heart, the wrinkles on his face wrinkled even deeper, and he asked meaningfully: "Senior brother looks at Ye An as a stupid person?"

Although Tian Buyi was dissatisfied with Ye An, his eyes were undoubtedly full of appreciation at this moment, and he said: "Since this son entered the hunting ground, whether it is the two monks who were kind-hearted and almost let go at the beginning, or the two times before and after, he killed a large number of monks, all of them are plotting and moving, everything is in his chest, and I sigh to myself if he is thoughtful. If I act in a different place, I am afraid that I will have lost the poisonous hands of the disciples of various sects at this moment. ”

Fang Hai looked down with his eyes and said lightly: "Ye An'an is like the sea, your worries are not Ye An's he doesn't understand?"

Tian Buyi gritted his teeth and said: "That's why I think this son is hateful, if a sect comes to ask for guilt afterwards, he has his own sect to protect him, but such a powerful monk, unscrupulously will inevitably cause a catastrophe for his sect in the future!"

A trace of mockery flashed in Fang Hai's eyes, and he suddenly burst out laughing, as if he was laughing at Tian Buyi's words just now.

Tian Buyi said in annoyance: "What are you laughing at, senior brother?"

Fang Hai's momentum suddenly changed, and the consummate aura of Ning Dan made him feel a sense of not being angry and arrogant, and shouted: "Tian Buyi! How much life do you have now? Why are you cultivating immortals?"

Tian Buyi saw that Senior Brother was so serious, he didn't dare to talk nonsense, and replied: "Senior Brother has been cultivating for more than 1,400 years now, and cultivating immortals is naturally for the sake of immortality. ”

Fang Hai sneered: "You are now more than 1,400 years old, but it seems that you don't see the matter of cultivation as thoroughly as an outer disciple!"

Tian Buyi had been friends with Fang Hai for nearly a thousand years, and knowing that he still had something to say at the moment, he silently stopped talking.

Fang Hai kept shaking his head for some reason, his white hair looked even older at the moment, and he said bitterly: "My generation of monks, all the way through the thorns and thorns, what they are doing is against the sky, if everyone is as afraid as you, how can they move forward bravely." At this moment, Ye An can be said to be isolated and helpless, and he can still shine in this adversity, and act without the slightest drag, it can be seen that he has already seen through the essence of cultivation, that is, he doesn't care about fear!"

After a pause, Fang Hai saw that Tian was not easy to think about, and said: "Senior Brother was only four hundred years old when he successfully condensed the pill, which can be described as a rare immortal cultivation genius in ancient times. But thousands of years have passed, but you have been trapped in the late stage of Ning Dan and have not been consummated, have you ever thought about why this is?

Tian Buyi's face turned pale, as if he had been empowered, and bowed to Fang Haishen and said, "Thank you for your enlightenment, it's the junior brother who is narrow-minded." ”

Fang Hai snorted lightly, seeing that Tian Buyi seemed to have an understanding, his brows finally relaxed, and said: "As for Ye An who has offended so many sects, everything is in accordance with the rules of the hunting ground, and all the 'siege' and 'hunting' are life and death, no wonder others." As for whether he can grow up smoothly in the new domain country, everything is his creation. After a few sighs, a little doubt appeared on Fang Hai's face, and he muttered:

"But there is one thing I don't understand, what does Ye An want so many monk souls to do?"

Ye An's hands trembled slightly, and now he was powerless to clean up the mess. He opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood on the urn, his eyes were closed, his face was even paler, and he had a strange spell in his hand, and he was chanting an obscure incantation in his mouth.

Suddenly, the urn trembled suddenly, and the sound of countless ghosts crying wolves came from the urn.

Ye An let out a low snort, the law in his hand fell, and he pointed at the urn, and countless ghosts suddenly walked out of the urn and scattered, and no one knew where they went.

After everything was done, Ye An began to collect the storage bags little by little, and the tiredness on his face was fully revealed.

Back then, this urn was found in the storage bag of the Blood Red Daoist, and Ye An studied it carefully in his curiosity, and finally found that this was a rare Dao weapon of the soul of detention.

For this kind of Dao weapon full of evil energy, Ye Anxin faintly resisted, and it has not come in handy for many years, but he didn't expect to have to take out this thing today, for this thousands of miles away, there is nothing comparable to the soul of being detained by himself.

Ye An casually sat down cross-legged on a clean stone and began to meditate, smelling the faint smell of blood wafting in the air, and took out a spirit stone to quickly recover.

At this moment, in an extremely secret cave mansion hundreds of miles away from Ye An, an old man with a scar on his brow was taking out a storage bag, and said to himself under the change of his face: "These sects are really hateful, they took all the things in my storage bag, leaving only this spirit infant grass." If they hadn't promised me that they would have released me as long as they could kill a thousand disciples of various sects, I would have wanted to destroy this thing now!"

This person is Mu Qingzi, who everyone in this hunting ground is looking for, he has just killed another person, and he is taking inventory of the storage bags he has obtained at this moment.

Suddenly, he frowned, suddenly raised his head, and a peachwood staff appeared in his hand for no reason, and lightly touched it towards the void, and a piercing scream suddenly remembered, and a ghost appeared.

Mu Qingzi's face was surprised, and he felt a little strange in his heart, he didn't know where the lonely ghost came from here, if he hadn't cultivated for many years, his spiritual sense would have far surpassed the same level, and he might not have been able to find this wild ghost at this moment.

After muttering for a long time, Mu Qingzi still couldn't think of a reason. After death, the general soul will automatically go to the Netherworld to be reincarnated after an hour, and there are few souls that can swim freely in this world.

Could it be that this soul is being manipulated?

Mu Qingzi's ridiculous thought flashed in his mind, and he quickly denied his idea, not to mention how rare the method of controlling the soul is, there are obvious restrictions on the cultivation of monks alone, and a monk without divine sense cannot control the extremely cold soul.

Not to mention this hunting ground, I'm afraid there is not a single Daoji monk on the periphery of the hunting ground at this moment. As for the Ning Dan Monk, Mu Qingzi sneered, the various sects supervised each other, where was it possible to allow a Ning Dan Monk to manipulate the soul in this trapped formation?

Ye An was already the second spirit stone in his hand at this moment, without the stimulation of the elixir, and his spirit was not as painful as before, he sat quietly in place, suddenly raised his head and looked at the southwest direction, his body moved, summoned the cold yin spirit sword and turned into a rainbow light and galloped towards the southwest.