Her beautiful eyes were filled with intense disbelief, and her slender figure fell like a meteor to the bottom of the canyon.

Yang Jiao still has a bit of a love for beauty after all, so the Spirit Heart Monarch is lucky not to have zero contact with the soil of the canyon like the two demon clan golden immortals before.

Yang Jiao turned into a phantom, directly holding the Spirit Monarch in his arms, and then gestured to Huang Feihu who was waiting on the other side.

Huang Feihu understood, flew into the canyon in person, and after a while, he flew up with the nine-headed insect and the Qinghuo King who had fallen into a coma.

"My lord, what should I do?" Huang Feihu glanced at the other side and wanted to run but didn't dare, hesitated and didn't know how to be a good goshawk king, and asked.

"Give the nine-headed worm to the Goshawk King, let him tidy up the territory of the Spirit Monarch, the 200,000 army will be stationed soon, and if there is any resistance, I will be the first to pick his head. Tell him that he has three months to prepare. Yang Jiao glanced at the Goshawk King, and then floated to the side of the canyon with the Spirit Heart Monarch, in front of the six thousand Yellow River Legions.

Huang Feihu's figure flickered, and he threw the nine-headed insect in front of the Goshawk King, and said, "I have remembered it for three months! ”

After speaking, he left without looking back.

The Goshawk King stayed where he was, waiting for Yang Jiao and Huang Feihu to lead the six thousand Yellow River Legions to completely disappear from sight, before he carefully carried the nine-headed insect and disappeared quickly.

Back in the barracks, Huang Feihu watched Yang Jiao carry the Spirit Monarch into the camp tent, and couldn't help but smile: "Although the adult and that Su Xue are in love, what about a man...... Understandable!"

As soon as these words came out, the Yellow River Army behind him almost laughed.

......

Yang Jiao brought the Spirit Monarch into the tent, naturally not to do anything beastly, but to take into account the Spirit Heart Monarch's cultivation.

As a five-fold heavenly golden immortal powerhouse, although Yang Jiao can suppress her in terms of combat power, but without fully understanding her strength, he rashly handed it over to his subordinates to take care of, and it is very likely that there will be chaos, so for the sake of insurance, it is better to take care of it personally.

Staring at the seductive red lips for a long time, Yang Jiao shook his head vigorously, and then turned the Spirit Monarch into a snow-white fox.

"That's ...... Sure enough, it was much better. ”

Gathering his mind, Yang Jiao retracted his gaze, held his breath and threw away the distracting thoughts in his heart, and began to digest today's gains.

To be honest, without applying the will of the Forbidden Immortals, Yang Jiao had almost tested his limit.

The strength of the peak of the five turns of Xuan Gong is comparable to that of the normal fivefold Heavenly Golden Immortal, and the increase in the rudimentary form of the fusion will is comparable to the will of the Triple Heavenly Golden Immortal, and with the increase in the supernatural sword technique, the normal combat power is comparable to the peak powerhouse of the fivefold heavenly golden immortal.

"Now that the Xuangong of the peak of the five turns has fallen into a bottleneck again, the will of the forbidden immortals of the first heaven is still in a stable stage, these two aspects cannot greatly enhance the strength in a short period of time, the prototype of the fusion will has always been the best place, if you want to quickly enhance the strength, the only way to condense the fusion will is to condense the fusion will as soon as possible. It's just that the prototype of this fusion will has obviously reached its limit, why can't it condense the will......

Thinking of this, Yang Jiao was frustrated, and a wisp of black-red light between him danced like a flame, and the three wills of Zhu Xian, killing immortals, and absolute immortals were melting, regardless of each other, exuding a more powerful aura that transcended the three wills, which was the prototype of Yang Jiao's fusion will.

Seeing this powerful force jumping at his fingertips, Yang Jiao's eyes gradually became focused.

During the day, the Ten Fingers of the Spirit Heart Monarch continuously slashed at the pitch-black broadsword condensed by the rudimentary form of the fusion will, and the powerful power of the Five Heavenly Golden Immortals was continuously superimposed, not only blasting Yang Jiao away, but also almost shattering the pitch-black broadsword.

At that time, he was in a critical situation, Yang Jiao had to suppress all the distractions in his heart and go all out to deal with it, he didn't think much about it at the time, and returned to the camp at this time, quietly thinking about the perception of the day, only to notice a little different.

"It's powerful, but it's not complete. What is missing in this......" Yang Jiao looked at his fingertips, and the shadow of the leap of power was reflected in his eyes.

In the corner of the big tent, the long eyelashes of the white fox trembled slightly, and then he opened his eyes, his smart eyes turned, and he quickly glanced around, and then instinctively wanted to get up, but he felt a sharp pain in his brain, and he collapsed on the ground again.

After a few more attempts, the little fox finally gave up the struggle and hung his head in frustration.

When he saw his snow-white hair, the little fox frowned, and then his body shook intensively, and his whole body gradually emitted some purple light.

The little purple fox is a little less pure and lovely than when he was white-haired just now, but a little more mysterious and noble.

Looking at the purple fur, the little fox's nose was slightly loose, and his smart eyes showed a look of satisfaction.

After a few glances at his purple hair, the little fox showed a trace of tiredness in his eyes, and then his little head was gently placed on the ground and fell asleep deeply.

The night passed quickly, and in the morning, under Huang Feihu's hint, no one went to Yang Jiao's tent to disturb him.

By the time Yang Jiao woke up from his contemplation, it was already the evening of the second day.

Getting up casually, Yang Jiao went to see the little fox in the corner for the first time, and a touch of purple came into view, which made him slightly surprised.

"Are you awake?" Yang Jiao took a big hand and volleyed the little fox over.

At the moment when he made a move, the little fox was also awake at the same time, and when he saw his body involuntarily flying towards Yang Jiao, the little fox just squinted his eyes slightly, without the slightest resistance.

Stretching out his fingers to pinch the little fox's neck, and bringing it up in front of him, Yang Jiao sneered: "Spirit Monarch, since you are sober, don't pretend." ”

The little fox twisted his body vigorously, and looked at Yang Jiao with confused eyes, as if he was wondering what this guy was talking about.

"Don't pretend!" Yang Jiao's hands strained slightly.

"Yo--" The little fox was in pain and immediately screamed.

"Won't you...... What's going on?" Yang Jiao was stunned for a moment, and took the little fox in his arms.

"Yo--" The little fox screamed again.

"Stop screaming!" Yang Jiao knocked his fingers on the little fox, and the little guy suddenly shut up.

"Let me see what the hell you're up to-" Yang Jiao glanced at the little fox helplessly, and then the huge divine sense probed into the little fox's body.

"Huh-"

Yang Jiao's divine sense entered the sea of little fox knowledge, and suddenly "saw" a large white mist, around the mist, countless colorful streamers were scattered and floating, looking like there was no law.

Zhihai will not lie, and besides, unless you are the closest and most trusting person, it is impossible for anyone to let others easily enter your Zhihai, which is the most original place of the soul.

"Is it really stupid?" The divine sense withdrew from the little fox's body, and Yang Jiao recalled the last fight of the Spirit Monarch in the Qingying Canyon, which was a fight with the soul: "If it is that kind of attack, it is also possible to cause this state." ”

Yang Jiao thought as he held the little fox with his hand and gently stroked the purple fur with the other.