On a stone case in the depths of this cave, a soul card shattered into two halves.

If you look closely, you will find that there are two words Qin Dan on it.

The soul card is broken, Qin Dan has completely died, no wonder his father is so sad.

"Xiuxiu......" Several winds flashed, and outside the entrance of the cave were already gathered as many as half of the Yuanying masters of the Xuanjian Sect.

The mournful cry continued for a whole tea time, and it was still not extinguished.

"Senior Brother Qin, what's going on, can Senior Brother enter?"

"Please come in!"

After all, Qin Dan, the hall master of the Heavenly Weapon Palace, and his father Qin Huan are about to advance to the late Yuan Infant stage, after the dullness in his chest is released, even though the parents and children have been damaged, the brothers and sisters of the halls outside came, Qin Huan calmed down, and said hoarsely with blood-red eyes: "It's okay, I have to worry about all the senior brothers." ”

Footsteps rang out.

"Ah, Senior Brother Qin, what's wrong with you? Isn't it nine out of ten to advance to the realm of the late Yuan Infant Stage?" suddenly a voice exclaimed.

Everyone felt Qin Huan's breath and their complexion changed, not only did they no longer show any signs of advancing to the realm of the late Yuan Infant stage, they sensed it slightly, as if they had gone mad, and the true yuan in their bodies was raging, and even their smooth forehead was wrinkled, and they also aged in an instant, and their hair was gray.

"Look at that ......" At this time, someone finally realized that something was wrong, and lightly touched the person next to him, pointing to the broken soul card and said.

"How did Qin Danxian's nephew ......?"

Qin Huan said dejectedly: "The dog met that evil Jiao in Wanzhong Mountain!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of everyone present changed.

"Qin Danxian's nephew is a treasure of my Xuanjian Sect, and he has a divine soul protection body of Senior Brother Qin, and it is difficult for ordinary Yuanying mid-level people to ......."

Qin Huan shook his head: "The situation of that evil Jiao is not at all like what his sect released, even if Senior Brother and my Divine Mind Sword seriously injured that evil Jiao again, it can't really destroy its divine soul!"

Speaking of this, Qin Huan's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said coldly: "Xuan Snake, you go to Wanzhong Mountain, if possible, bring Dan'er's bones back!"

"Yes, master!" said the refining uncle behind Qin Huan.

"Wait a minute, let Senior Brother and I go with you, if that evil Jiao is not dead, even if it is inconvenient for you and I to do it in Wanzhong Mountain, we must try to kill it to avenge the virtuous nephew, if that evil Jiao is killed, the magic weapon of my Xuanjian Sect is not something that people from other sects can have at will!"

A monk who was the same as Qin Huan's cultivation said.

While everyone nodded, after the snake saluted everyone, they fled out.

"Youlao brothers are worried, Qin has nothing to do!" Qin Huan shook his hand at everyone, walked towards the stone case, stretched out his trembling hands and held the broken soul card, and rubbed it on his face.

Somewhere in Manju Mountain.

After a fluctuation, Yi Qiu flashed outside the fire spewed by the evil Jiao, and when he looked back, the broken body of Qin Dan had been burned into a cloud of dust under the thorny white flames of the evil Jiao, and he could no longer tell where the gravel was and where the ashes were.

Then he looked at the evil Jiao, shook his hands, and looked at him coldly.

At this time, although the evil Jiao was a huge body, there were almost no intact places on its body, and under the sword of Qin Huan's divine thoughts, the corners of the eyes of the evil Jiao kept flowing black blood.

The tattered body kept curling and trembling, and his blood-glittering eyes stared at Yi Qiu.

With his mouth wide open, as long as Yi Qiu moved slightly, the evil Jiao seemed to go up and devour Yi Qiu in one bite.

Yi Qiu smiled faintly and said softly to his side: "Thank you for your hard work!"

A little petal suddenly appeared and fluttered around Yi Qiu, and at the same time, an extremely graceful figure appeared beside him.

Dressed in pale yellow clothes, he looked at Yi Qiu with a beautiful smile, and in his hand he was holding a flower bone that seemed to be budding, but from the aura emanating from it, it could be perceived that this seemed to be a magic weapon.

Isn't this person the one who has a bloody soul curse with Yi Qiu, or who is it!, and the aura emitted by Wen Renxiang's body at this moment is even stronger than the last time I saw it, and he actually advanced to the middle level of the Yuan Infant realm in such a short period of time!

"Hiss......" As soon as the evil Jiao saw the smell of people suddenly appearing next to Yi Qiu, his cruel eyes couldn't help but widen, and then his entire nearly thousand-zhang body moved, turned around and swept out.

"Do you still want to run away now?" seems to be the ear of a lover, gentle and beautiful.

In Yi Qiu's sneer, the evil Jiao's body moved, and the smell of the fragrance actually came first: with a gentle wave of the hundred flowers in his hand, the strange fragrance came, and pieces of flowers actually appeared around the evil Jiao's body out of thin air.

Each flower was originally a bud, and in the smell of people's fragrance and waving the hundred flowers, these buds were slowly put away, and after they were completely in full bloom, each petal was separated, and then a flash of inspiration turned into a bud......

"Roar ......"

When these flowers fell, the body that had just escaped and rose fell to the ground with these flowers.

The seemingly light petals of the flower seemed to have infinite power, pressing down the body of the evil Jiao who had escaped.

"Roaring ......"

The evil Jiao roared, not caring about the trembling body, and no longer caring about the demon soul that had been hit hard by Qin Huan's divine thought, his mouth widened, the red white light flashed, and the red white flames burned towards the surrounding disillusioned flowers.

With the sound of "snorting ......", the transformed flowers withered and turned into ashes one after another under the red and white fire spewed out by the evil Jiao as if they were real, and scattered with the wind.

Seeing that this was effective, the evil Jiao roared and spewed out a series of fires and burned around.

Wen Renxiang's face changed slightly when he saw this, and under the pinching of his hands again and again, the hundred flowers in his hands fell on his forehead in the frightened eyes of the evil Jiao.

As if taking root, then the flowers continued to grow and bloom, and the branches and leaves entwined the evil Jiao, and the branches and leaves flashed with a flash of inspiration, and there were countless flowers floating towards the evil Jiao one by one.

The evil Jiao opened its big mouth, and when it bit again, half of the branches and leaves were bitten by it, and then it spewed out a mouthful of red and white flames, and half of the flowers turned into ashes.

However, under the cultivation of Wen Renxiang's current Yuanying Intermediate Realm, how could he defeat the evil Jiao who was now seriously injured by his soul by exerting this Hundred Flowers Demolition with all his might?

The evil Jiao rushed left and right, rolling without stopping, and constantly defeated the branches and leaves conjured up by the Hundred Flowers, but after all, it still couldn't get out of trouble.

Although Wen Renxiang's face was still smiling, he didn't seem to have the extra strength to kill the evil Jiao, and only tied it to death.

This evil Jiao is really extraordinary, at the beginning, dozens of Yuanying masters of different ranks escaped with their lives, although they were seriously injured, but they were not ordinary Yuanying could be killed.

After that, in the many battles in Wanzhong Mountain, his injuries seemed to have recovered a little, but despite this, the evil Jiao still did not dare to escape from Wanzhong Mountain.

Although it was on the periphery of Wanzhong Mountain, because of the Ten Thousand Demon Emperor, ordinary Yuanying monks did not dare to make a move at will, so there were Jindan monks from all walks of life who came here to hunt the evil Jiao.

I'm afraid that half of the Jindan monks who encountered the evil Jiao have already died, and the sword of Qin Dan's father, the Divine Thought, was even more angry, although it was not able to kill the already seriously injured Evil Jiao with a sword, but the sword of the divine thought was specialized in the divine soul.

Even though the Evil Jiao was a fifth-order demon beast, under the powerful blow of the one who held his son's revenge, it was also hit hard again.

Under the injury outside the body and the injury of the divine soul, this is the case, with the fragrance of the person, the current Yuanying mid-level cultivation still can't kill it, and can only restrain it.

In this way, we can see how fierce this evil dragon is.

Yi Qiu looked at the smell of people's fragrance, and moved with one hand, and then a small mirror appeared in his left hand and a small sword in his right hand.

Seeing this, Wen Renxiang shook his head: "It's useless, if these magic weapons are used by the Yuanying Cultivator, they can still really kill this evil Jiao, if you use it, it won't cause much damage to the evil Jiao of this level at all!"

When one heard this, his face suddenly turned ugly: "What if I detonate these magic weapons?"

Wen Renxiang looked at Yi Qiu with a sideways face, and smiled gently as if he was looking at a naughty child: "Even if you self-detonate the magic weapon, in the hands of a monk who does not wait for cultivation, its power is not the same, even if you kill this evil Jiao after you detonate the magic weapon, there is nothing ...... left in the body of this evil Jiao demon pill."

It seemed that when he heard Yi Qiu's conversation when he smelled the fragrance of people, the roar of the evil Jiao became terrible again.

Seeing this, his complexion couldn't help but change.

"No, this evil dragon will die with us!"

As soon as these words came out, the evil Jiao suddenly gave up all resistance, the black light above his head flashed, and a black shadow floated out of his head, but it was a small black and red evil Jiao that was a foot big.

Then the evil Jiao took another big mouth, and two beads, one red and one black, that exuded huge fluctuations, flew out, flashing towards the small evil Jiao demon soul.

"Quickly avoid behind me, put on that armor magic weapon, the fifth-order demon beast self-detonating demon pill is difficult for me to resist!" Wen Renxiang said urgently.

After speaking, Yi Qiu took a look, saw that his appearance did not move at all, and when he was about to say something, he suddenly saw a golden light flashing in Yi Qiu's hand, holding a golden token.

"You're ......"

Yi Qiu turned his head and smiled at Wen Renxiang: "Your and my lives are related, if this evil Jiao really blew itself up to dodge and not dodge, what's the difference?"

After finishing speaking, he shook the golden token in his hand fiercely, and the mana in his hand frantically poured into this golden token.

In the astonishment of the incense, an overwhelming coercion immediately emanated from this token, towards the evil demon pill and the demon soul to merge into one, and pressed down when it was about to explode.

"This, this is actually the power of Mahayana?" Wen Renxiang was stunned.

Yi Qiu didn't answer, the token in his hand was golden and bright, and at the same time, the word 'Ling' in pure gold slowly floated.

With a soft sound of "poof", the Mahayana power emitted by this token surged towards the evil Jiao, and the demon pill demon soul that had been fused together instantly split into two, and sank into the body of the evil Jiao below in a flash.

Then he looked at the token in Yi Qiu's hand, and under the coercion of this token, the evil Jiao remained motionless, and his cruel eyes shot out a look of despair and extreme horror.

The hands holding the token trembled, and in addition to the overwhelming Mahayana coercion, the word that had just risen was also slowly expanding.

Suddenly, the golden word 'Ling' seemed to collapse under a few tremors.