Xie Ming's heart tightened, and he subconsciously turned his head, but there was nothing but the wind and snow in the sky.

A sense of crisis that had not appeared for hundreds of years suddenly arose, and when he was about to turn around and ask Ye An what he saw, a sharp pain suddenly came from the sea of knowledge, and he subconsciously hugged his head and snorted.

The transparent barrier disappeared in an instant, and the wind and snow filled the air.

Ye An's eyes were cold, although Xie Ming had been showing favor to him, if he asked the other party to ask for something inconsequential, at most he would only be dissatisfied in his heart.

But the Soul Condensing Pill is something that Ling Fan Zhenren personally explained, even if he has any legitimate reason, I am afraid it will be difficult to ask for the Soul Condensing Pill.

As Xie Ming said, when it comes to cultivation, you should ride the wind and waves, sail against the current, even if you act only one in 10,000, you must rush to the top!

At this moment, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, where is Ye An willing to let go, while Xie Ming closed his eyes and snorted miserably, Ye An stretched out his right hand, and the black spiritual power quickly wrapped his right fist, and hit through the layers of wind and snow!

But to Ye An's surprise, Xie Ming held his head with one hand and patted his waist with the other, and a vermilion giant umbrella suddenly opened, and the blood-colored red mist instantly erupted and blocked Ye An's fist.

As if hitting cotton, Ye An's fist had just come into contact with the blood-colored red mist spewed out by the vermilion giant umbrella, and the aura of destruction on the fist was almost doubled in an instant, Ye An'an was startled and hurriedly withdrew his fist.

A large cloud of black smoke came out from the top of their heads, and the originally somewhat cloudy eyes gradually became clearer, and a cold wind suddenly blew between the two, and the red mist dissipated, leaving only the wind and snow still.

The vermilion giant umbrella tightened suddenly, and Xie Ming's face was cold and said, "I don't know what Ye Xiaoyou means?"

Ye An's eyes shrank, it was the first time he had seen a monk who could recover so quickly under the Divine Consciousness of Destroying Cultivation, and sure enough, as he expected, Xie Ming was not the one of those earth-chicken-like Ning Dan monks he had met before.

Although the sneak attack did not have much effect, Ye Anxin did not panic at all, and said calmly and lightly: "The disciple wants to borrow something from the senior uncle, if the senior uncle is successful, the disciple will not do the thing of the moth to the fire!"

Xie Ming snorted coldly, raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't know what would make a promising person like Master Ye and nephew do such a self-destructive thing?"

Ye An sighed, guaranteeing a fantasy of one in ten thousand, and said in a rather sincere tone: "The disciple had a friend who died tragically because of the disciple in his early years, and now the divine soul has stayed in this realm for thirty years, if there is a soul condensing pill to help, it will definitely give the friend a chance to reincarnate, and I hope that the senior uncle will be fulfilled!"

Xie Ming was silent for a long time, and suddenly sneered: "If Senior Uncle Lingfan knows that you have such wolf ambitions, I don't know how he will feel?

Although he was prepared in his heart, Ye An couldn't help but feel disappointed.

He raised his head, his eyes flashed coldly, and he said lightly: "Don't speculate for more than half a sentence, let's see the real chapter under your hands!"

Saying that, Ye An actually didn't care about the huge gap in the realm at all, and instead of retreating, he rushed over! At the same time, he didn't see any extra movements, and dozens of spirit swords exuded incomparably powerful sword rays hovering around him, and his momentum was extremely terrifying!

Xie Ming showed an extremely mocking smile on his face, although Ye An had impressed himself, but the gap in the realm was not something that could be made up by the power of divine consciousness, not to mention that since he had cultivated his Dao, many monks of the same level had been defeated under him, and he was even more reckless than Ye An?

The vermilion giant umbrella in his hand was gently thrown up by Xie Ming, and it was stretched out in mid-air, and the giant umbrella was good in the wind, and it instantly covered a radius of dozens of zhang, and when Ye An was on the side, the red mist gushed out again, and it wrapped Ye An in the blink of an eye, Xie Ming pinched his hand, and the red mist wrapped Ye An was instantly sucked into it by the giant umbrella.

I saw that when the giant umbrella was gradually retracted, its body shape also returned to its original size, and it gently fell into Xie Ming's hand, and he mocked in a tone: "The power of the ants is not self-sufficient!"

Just when Xie Ming was secretly proud, suddenly his face changed, and he stared at the treasure umbrella in his hand.

A flame actually burned a small hole in the treasure umbrella very suddenly, Xie Ming's face changed greatly, and he muttered words in his mouth, and a red mist suddenly began to linger in the hole.

But at this time, it was too late, and when the red mist lingered in it, a rainbow light suddenly flew out of the hole and landed not far away, revealing Ye An's figure!

But at this moment, Ye An's face was pale, and his face was even more ugly than Xie Ming!

That strange red mist has the ability to deprive monks of their spiritual power!

In just a few breaths, with his Dao Ji, who far surpassed the monks of the same level, half of the spiritual power in his body was actually deprived alive!

If he were to become an ordinary Daoji monk, even if he was a Daoji Dzogchen monk, he would definitely lose his spiritual power and be slaughtered by others.

Xie Ming saw that although Ye An's aura was a little disordered, his spiritual power was still long, and he couldn't care about his heartache at all, and said incredulously: "You are not an ordinary Daoji monk at all, what kind of person are you!"

As soon as the words fell, he saw Ye An suddenly take out a handful of pills and take it, ignoring Xie Ming, he glanced at him lightly, jumped up, and suddenly disappeared into the air!

Xie Ming's face tightened, and he looked around, relying on the intuition between life and death for many years, Xie Ming suddenly raised his head, and with a light stroke of his two fingers in midair, several prohibitions were densely spread above his head.

His divine consciousness frantically searched around, but found nothing, he gritted his teeth and said, "How is it possible!

The next moment, a cold voice suddenly came from behind him: "Great Destruction Hand!"

Xie Ming subconsciously turned his head, and the roaring sound kept coming, although the prohibition was constantly shattering, the rich aura of destruction in Ye An's hand was also weakening.

A silver software suddenly appeared in Xie Ming's hand, and shook towards Ye An, the wind and snow around them suddenly swirled around the two, and the silver soft sword flew towards Ye An like a snow-white butterfly.

Ye Anxin didn't dare to be careless, his toes were lightly volleyed in the air, his figure retreated violently, and Xie Ming's somewhat indifferent voice came from his ears:

"The core disciples of the Danbao Sect only study talent, but in terms of Danbao's ability, the level of the inner disciple is not necessarily inferior to the core disciple," Saying this, Xie Ming sneered and continued,

"And Xie has lived up to the cultivation of the sect over the years, although Dao Dan is often ridiculed by several senior brothers, but refining the weapon is ...... The four levels of the Spirit Dao Treasure Sect, Xie someone is already able to refine the treasure weapon......" (To be continued.) )