Three days passed in a flash. On the first day, I had a hot pot, went to see the old dean, helped the welfare home to solve the problem, and helped bring in two million charity funds.

The next day, I spent the whole day in the hotel.

On the third day, I went to the welfare home and said goodbye to the old dean. Then I went to the mall and bought a lot of audio-visual products, DVD players, and game consoles. I prepared to take them back to the underworld to save them to pass the time.

"Ding! The time for Yunyou Renjian has come, and now we will start to return. Countdown: thirty, twenty-nine..."

Seeing the endless Netherworld again, Xue Wusun glanced at a backpack disc he brought back to the Wudao Yama Palace and was in tears. He forgot that there was no electricity here!

He was so depressed that his mind was hurt, but there was nothing he could do. At this moment, Xue Wusuan's heart thumped and disappeared from his Grand Master's chair the next second. Ten ghosts who were bragging and fucking outside the Hall of Yama were also disappearing together.

It appeared again, and the white area around it was actually on the towering snow-capped mountains. In front of you, a majestic building complex was staggered along the mountain, and it was hard to imagine how such snow-capped peaks were built.

"Welcome to you!"

The familiar voice was Sikong Xuan. However, Sikong Xuan looked miserable enough at this time. He was covered in blood, his hands and feet were soft on the ground, and his chest was obviously ruined. His chest collapsed, and his sternum was broken. His face was pale, and white bubbles appeared on his lips, which seemed to be not far from death. Fortunately, he could still shout so loudly.

Sikong Xuan also had a long sword on his neck. The one holding the sword was a young woman wearing a green long dress. She looked thin and didn't know if she was cold. There were three women in the same dress, with different colors of long skirts, yellow, blue and orange.

The most eye-catching one is the old woman sitting in the middle on a grand master's chair. She has a sense of power on her crane-haired and young face.

After looking around, Xue Wusun was surprised to find that all the other people in the field were women except for him and Sikong Xuan.

"Sir, this is Lingjiu Palace!"

Sikong Xuan shouted again, immediately relieved all Xue Wusun's doubts.

"Lingjiu Palace? In this way, isn't that old woman the Tianshan boy grandma? Are the four young women with different colors the four maids of "Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Ju"?"

OK! It's a good place!

I instantly figured out why Sikong Xuan was so miserable that he called his name. He wanted to bring him to Lingjiu Palace. It saved him a lot of effort. After all, the accuracy of relying on system transmission is ten miles, so it is not easy to find in this continuous snow-capped area.

"Sikong Xuan, you have found a good place. Not bad, I am very satisfied!" While saying that, he shook the folding fan in his hand and walked slowly towards Sikong Xuan.

"Stop! Who are you!" "Plum" among the plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemums was wearing an orange long skirt, with a long sword in her hand horizontally in front of her, and shouted in a delicate voice.

"You don't deserve to ask who I am, let alone know."

"Bold! Take this person!"

Mei shouted, and the women in white around her flew up to take Xue Wusun. Moreover, they also knew a joint attack method, but the six people took action at the same time were like more than a dozen people, dazzled.

"Hehe, there is internal force coming to the door again."

Xue Wusun was not polite. Ling Bo, who was at the maximum level, used his slight step and turned into a ghost. His figure was passing through the shuttle. In a moment, the six women were sucked away most of their internal strength and stood up again without any strength.

"Not bad! Twenty-five years of internal strength and quite pure."

The full-level Beiming Divine Art is a super plug-in. It can be absorbed and transformed in just three or two breaths. The Beiming true energy in the dantian is once again rich, and it has reached the thickness of internal strength of fifty years.

"Boy! What you used just now were Lingbo Weibu and Beiming Divine Arts?!"

Although Tonglao Tianshan, the third generation descendant of the Xiaoyao Sect, had never practiced the Beiming Divine Art, she had seen her senior brother Wuyazi use it. She was impressed and recognized it at a glance. It was shocking and was indescribable.

I was shocked: In addition to Senior Brother Wuyazi, there are people in this world who can use Lingbo Weibu and Beiming Divine Arts? Could this strange "Lord Yan Luo" be the disciple of Senior Brother Wuyazi?

Xue Wusun snorted coldly. The sound was like a loud bell and Dalu was roaring in his ears. Except for Sikong Xuan, who seemed to have heard nothing, the rest of the people in the field were shocked, and those with a little lower martial arts were even shocked to vomit blood. Even the Tianshan Tong Lao felt the qi and blood in his body churned.

"Old witch, it's not a good habit to rely on her seniority." As she said that, she didn't stop and walked to Sikong Xuan. The woman in green holding a sword was full of fear. She wanted to retreat, but she found that no matter how hard she tried, her body seemed to be held tightly and could not move at all.

The Tianshan Tonglao also noticed the strangeness of her maid. She thought she was not good. She slapped her seat on the Grand Master's chair, and her body rushed forward, and she slapped Xue Wusun in the face with her palm. She didn't hold back at all.

"Is this a red envelope for internal strength?"

Xue Wuneng raised his left hand calmly and greeted him.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the two of them had a stalemate for less than half a breath and separated. Xue Wusun did not move at all, but Tianshan Tonglao retreated five or six steps before she stood firm, her face turned ashen.

Xue Wusuan laughed in his heart: I have the body of Yama, meridians, dantian, and the strength of the physical body is far beyond that of ordinary people. With the fifty years of Beiming's true energy, you are so desperate to face me? Isn't this funny?

Compared to Xue Wusun's game mentality, Tianshan Tonglao's heart was already surging. The young man in front of her looked like a twenty or thirty-year-old, but her internal strength was so deep and she was so pure!

With a palm, Tianshan Tonglao realized that although her total internal strength was greater than that of the other party, she would not have the upper hand in comparison. What was even more terrifying was that the other party's Beiming magic skill had reached. In fact, she had been sucked away for five years with just one contact. If she hadn't seen the opportunity and tried hard to shake off the other party's suction, she would have been in the Tao now.

He repelled the Tianshan Tonglao, walked to Sikong Xuan, and slapped the "Zhu'er" who had been secretly restrained by the ten ghosts. Then he held his hands and looked at Sikong Xuan who was lying limp in front of him like mud.

"It's a lot of disadvantage for my subordinates to do things. Please punish me severely!"

Xue Wusun pointed at Sikong Xuan's head. Through the system, he spent 20 soul points to recover all the injuries and poisons on Sikong Xuan's body and cleared them. Then he said, "Okay, just show your skills. Why are you saying so pitiful? Get up and stay behind."

With one finger, in just a moment, the dying Sikong Xuan was so seriously injured and poisoned just now?

This move is not a mortal method at all! Except for Sikong Xuan himself who was prepared and not scared, the people from Lingjiu Palace, including Tianshan Tonglao, were all stunned and could not believe their eyes at all.

Such a means! Is this really something that people can do?

Xue Wusheng began to shake the fan again, looked around, and said to Tianshan Tonglao with a smile: "I heard that your Lingjiu Miyao is originally the gate of the Xiaoyao Sect. I guess the many martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect are hidden here, right?"

Tianshan Tonglao said in a deep voice: "You know that Xiaoyao Sect, and you know the Beiming Divine Arts and Lingbo Weibu, you should have nothing to do with my Xiaoyao Sect, right? Who is your master?"

Xue Wusuan laughed loudly, his voice shook all over the world, and his body rose into a vast dark evil, covering the entire Tianshan Mountain in an instant!! Everyone seemed to be pulled into another world at once, their bodies were stiff, and their eyes were full of fear.

Xue Wusun said, "Master? This world is not qualified to be my master. Who is the one from your Xiaoyao Sect qualified?"
Chapter completed!