The five-colored smoke clouds on the five lewd golden pills are surrounded, and the divine light is looming, and there seems to be a faint mysterious texture surround it.

Han Chu held it in his hand, and he could feel the vast vitality contained in it, this golden pill was the foundation of Zhao Changsu's cultivation, a hundred years of cultivation and spiritual energy were all in it, Rao was Han Chu's state of mind, at this time, he couldn't help but be slightly excited in his heart, if he refined such a golden pill, he would definitely be able to go further.

Suddenly, the fragments of Zhao Changsu's two corpses suddenly exploded, and the powerful impact of the explosion in the blood rain turned into a hurricane bucket roll, and the dense blood droplets splashed in all directions like a storm, and the drops of blood contained powerful power, and the impact was not inferior to the magic power at all, as straight as the ten thousand flying swords taking off, and the sky was full of "booming" sounds.

Zhao Changsu Jindan was dug out by him, such a vision, Han Chu was unexpected, he didn't react for a moment, and the real body of the iron-armored corpse was swept away by the hurricane.

In the bursting corpse, a small unformed Divine Mind Talisman burst out from the blood plasma in the sky, and the light on the talisman loomed, condensing into a vague humanoid outline, incomplete hands and feet, blurred, but a trace of Zhao Changsu's appearance could be vaguely seen.

After death, the soul is the traction of reincarnation, taking the Netherworld Yellow Spring as the way, and under the nine springs of people, the hell is reincarnated.

Regardless of the monks and mortals, if the soul does not enter the reincarnation, if there is no physical body as the foundation, the soul will collapse within a moment or three, but if there is a huge divine thought, the divine thought will be transformed from virtual to real, condensed into a talisman, even if the physical body collapses, the soul and divine thought can also be relied on by the talisman for eternity.

The yin wind in the small netherworld shouted, and the evil aura was strong, even if it was supported by five-colored light, Zhao Changsu was also terrified in horror, although the netherworld qi was the most nourishing ghost, but for his weak soul and spirit body like now, it was tantamount to a highly poisonous thing, and if he was not careful, he might be blown into ashes, and he hurriedly flew away.

"Huh! want to go!?"

Han Chu snorted coldly, his eyebrows flashed, and a light blue palm the size of six zhang was condensed in the void and grabbed towards Zhao Changsu, the void contemplation, how fast, just fell Zhao Changsu's back in an instant.

Seeing that it was about to completely fall into the hands of Han Chu, Zhao Changsu's void soul let out a terrible howl like a ghost, and layers of flames suddenly burned on his body, and his speed suddenly increased by more than a generation, but it was Zhao Changsu who did not hesitate to burn his soul in order to escape for his life.

At the cost of burning his soul, Zhao Changsu flew away like a long rainbow, but how could Han Chu let him escape, but once again, a five-colored cloud of smoke shot out from Zhao Changsu's Divine Mind Talisman again, and the speed was so fast, like light and electricity, it turned into half a mile of bright smoke, blocking Han Chu's Divine Mind palm alive.

At the same time as the smoke and haze shone in the sky, the five-colored divine light on Zhao Changsu's body burst out, the light flashed, like a streamer flying away, even with Han Chu's eyesight, he could still see a distorted electric light like lightning sinking into the dark clouds, and when the smoke dissipated, where was there still a trace of Zhao Changsu's remnant soul.

As soon as the sleeves of his clothes were spread, the blood droplets in the sky were dissolved in one place, turning into a blood practice and flying into Han Chu's mouth, Han Chu's face was calm, and he couldn't see the change in his expression, but the corners of his mouth were filled with a slight sneer, "Hehe! You are worthy of being an old demon who has been famous for many years, so you can escape! But your golden pill has been lost, your body has been destroyed, and even your soul is burning, and your body has been cultivated to nine out of ten, so can you help me?"

Seeing the gust of yin wind where Zhao Changsu disappeared, rolling up streams of black and yellow netherworld qi whistling past, Han Chu suddenly laughed again, "It's just a wisp of remnant soul, you won't be able to get out of the little Netherworld after ten days, you just wait to be turned into a fierce ghost and hungry ghost here!"

After fighting repeatedly, Han Chu's clothes were very messy, if it weren't for the wonderful clothes of Bi Fa, I am afraid that he would already be ragged at this time, Han Chu also flawlessly calculated this harvest, his eyebrows flashed, and he turned into a small streamer into the white mountains and black water in the distance and disappeared.

This is a small Netherworld, countless Demon Dao disciples are looking for an opportunity here, the two of them just made such a big move, I am afraid that they will feel it within a radius of thousands of miles, although Han Chu won this battle, but it was also a tragic victory.

Not only is the death qi and divine thoughts in the body consumed violently, every time the Heavenly Selling Sword is used, the surging murderous aura will remain in the body, the zombie is a fierce and bloody thing, if the murderous energy in the body is not discharged, it will become a trouble, and at this time, it is also urgent to find a secret place to cultivate.

This little Netherworld was difficult step by step, not only the formation prohibition that existed in the Little Netherworld, but also the threat from other monks, Han Chu was not bold enough to wander around with an injury.

Han Chu had only left half a pillar of incense, dark clouds were filled, the yin wind was howling, the black yin wind visible to the naked eye was blowing everywhere, and the few peaks that were beaten by Han Chu and the two were only a dozen breaths, and they were already completely covered by the black sand.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance seeped out from the wind, as if there was a faint sound of piano and chirping, originally the yin wind gusted, between the white mountains and black water where the ghosts cried wolves, suddenly became clear and clear, and the whistling yin wind instantly turned into a cluster of rolling clouds.

The fairy light and clouds, like the rising sun, are magnificent, and the whole landscape that shines on it turns out a transparent faint golden light, bright and dazzling, but it finally makes this little netherworld give birth to a sense of heaven and earth.

Like the sound of the sunrise, a big golden lotus emerged from the dark clouds, thousands of silky golden rays in the sky fell low, colorful halos surrounded, shining within a radius of more than ten miles, delicately revealed, as the golden lotus slowly fell, a burst of light and shadow wriggling, several figures wearing long robes appeared.

The first person was young and handsome, with a face like a crown of jade, and a silver dragon robe on a black background, it was the young man who stood behind Xuankong the day before yesterday, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were like stars looking forward to the amazing power, as if he was a high king, and this small world was running around him.

The young man was followed by three people, all of whom were middle-aged scribes wearing long robes, beautiful beards hanging down their chests, and their temples were slightly white, although they were all Jindan Dacheng's cultivation, but the fierceness of the sword was taken away by the young man in front of him, and they followed behind the young man, like a three-star moon, completely reduced to vassals and foils.

Naturally, with a majestic and domineering spirit, he reached out and grabbed the void at will, looking at a faint wisp of fierce sword light in his hand, the cold light flashed in his palm, and he actually swallowed the wisp of fierce sword qi into it, and the corners of his mouth chuckled slightly, "That's right, the sword qi has not dissipated"

Standing trembling in front of the young man stood a middle-aged monk, dressed in a Taoist robe with blue edges on a white background, and three long whiskers hanging down to his chest, but his eyes were full of horror.

If Han Chu was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that this person was the clear space where he had devoured the blade fragments with the Heavenly Sword, but at this time, he, a dignified Jindan Xiaocheng monk, was also a powerful character in the cultivation world, but at this time, he looked worried, bent down and bowed his head, and his whole body stiffened to maintain an awkward posture, looking like a subordinate waiting next to him.

"Xiuzhu Sword Master, the villain is sure that the sword light just now is the one who snatched the fragments!" Jingkong's tone was extremely cautious, and he didn't dare to raise his head from beginning to end, let alone collide with Xiuzhu's eyes.

"I finally found it! Thank you to the Pure Sky Daoist!" Xiu Zhu smiled gently, just a faint smile, but it seemed to contain boundless magic, and the world where the yin wind called suddenly brightened.

This person's momentum is simply towering to the heavens and the earth, he did not do it deliberately, there is no surge of divine mana, just by virtue of his own momentum, he can affect this side of the world, although it is only the cultivation of Jindan, but the grasp of the "potential", but let the nuance, this person is simply terrifying to the extreme.

Jingkong's body trembled suddenly, and in front of this bright smile, he looked desperate as if he had seen the most terrifying picture, his legs collapsed to the ground, and his mouth let out a painful plea, "Bamboo Sword Master, I have already taken you to find that person!

The handsome facial features are distorted, snot and tears are flowing, although there is not the slightest injury on the body, but it is difficult to imagine what kind of things have been experienced to turn this arrogant and arrogant and vicious clear space into this appearance.

"Don't be like this, when I get my things, I will naturally send you to reunite with your junior brother!" A faint smile, like the ice and snow melting, the mountain flowers are in full bloom, and the wide sleeves of the bamboo dragon are spread, and a warm fragrant wind is born on the ground, sweeping through the clear space that is soft to the ground, and disappearing without a trace in an instant.

"In such a fight, that person must have consumed a lot of money! There are three uncles looking for it nearby. Xiuzhu shot a cold star with a pair of eyes, looked at the endless white mountains and black water, and smiled lightly.

"The Bamboo Cultivation Sword Master is serious, this is our business!"

The three middle-aged scribes hurriedly stepped forward, their fierce sword qi was overshadowed in front of Xiuzhu, they were all powerful golden pills with slightly white temples, but it was difficult to look at Xiuzhu at this time, they all lowered their heads and cautiously saluted Xiuzhu.

"The three senior uncles are polite! The fierce aura here is condensed and not dispersed, faintly revealing a sharp aura, this demon cultivation is afraid to approach the Jindan consummation realm, and there are Gengjin treasures in their hands, if the three senior brothers find this demon, don't do it, use the sword talisman to transmit the message, Xiuzhu will naturally rush to kill the demon and eliminate the demon!" Xiuzhu smiled gently, but although the tone was soft, there was a majesty that could not be disobeyed.

If Han Chu was here, I am afraid that he would also have to admire this Xiuzhu, just by relying on a wisp of breath in the air, he had already guessed his strength by six or seven points.

"We saved!"

The three middle-aged scribes nodded again and again, each still involuntarily saluting to Xiuzhu, and after withdrawing fifty meters from Xiuzhu's side, they released more than a dozen brilliant sword lights, and each flew in one direction.

In the breeze, the silver-patterned dragon robe on a black background was slightly agitated, and Xiuzhu's eyes were like cold stars, shooting out two faint sword rays, flying towards the last direction that no one chose, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said to himself softly, "My things are not so easy to take!"

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