At this moment, Jingnanke's attack was about to touch Yao Lao. For Yao Lao at this time, he had no time to react. This was because Jingnanke's speed was too fast.

This abrupt sound also made Jing Nanke's body stunned for a moment, but he did not mean to let Lao Yao go. He knew who was the sound. He knew this sound, and this sound belonged to Emperor Ouyang!

What Jing Nanke had to do at this time was to kill Yao Lao and make the Ouyang family lose a cultivator with strong cultivation.

However, all this did not succeed. When the attack he made was about to touch Yao Lao, when the deep shout had not completely dissipated, a white protective layer suddenly appeared in front of Yao Lao.

The moment the protective layer appeared in front of Yao Lao, the attack made by Jing Nanke suddenly hit the protective circle, making a shocking explosion. In the banging sound, two attacks and defenses turned from power into a ripples and sputtered towards the surroundings.

Jing Nanke gritted his teeth and attacked again. He wanted to kill Yao Lao when Ouyang Emperor's original deity was still in the future.

However, this time it failed again.

The moment he waved his palm, a long rainbow suddenly rushed in the sky and suddenly appeared in front of him. Before he could completely form a figure, a palm was already swinging forward.

After swinging this palm, it immediately collided with Jingnanke's palm. The explosion burst out, and the booming sound echoed. Jingnanke's body stopped steadily after taking a few steps.

The Ouyang Emperor, who was transformed from Changhong, squirted out a mouthful of blood. When he staggered away, he came back from the pain and caught it in mid-air.

Ouyang Huangshi's cultivation is also in the Wheel Turning Realm, Jingnanke is very clear about this.

Even Jingnanke was not sure about the battle between two injured Wheel-Turning Realm monks and one Wheel-Turning Realm monks who were not injured.

So, at this moment, he was not busy taking action, but sneered in the air, looked at Ouyang Emperor and said, "Ouyang Emperor, you are so good. For a servant, you actually fought with me, Jingnanke!"

Emperor Ouyang took a deep breath and relieved the pain from his body. He showed a sarcastic smile. Emperor Ouyang was no longer the same as before. He already understood that this battle could not be avoided. Therefore, when he looked at Jingnanke, even though Jingnanke's son Jingnanzhu was trained by Wuque's master Jian Wuhen, Ouyang's eyes did not show fear, but a resolute expression, saying in a deep voice: "Beijingnanke. As the leader of the entire Jingnan family, he actually used these tricks to conflict with my Ouyang family. What is the difference between you and those despicable villains?"

"You..." Jingnanke's expression became even more ugly when facing the words of Emperor Ouyang. At this moment, he subconsciously looked at the people standing on the earth with the corner of his eyes. After a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice: "Ouyang Emperor Ouyang, why are you waiting and seeing, wait until I tell my son Jingnanzhu about this. Use the power of Wuquezhuang, I want your Ouyang family to no longer exist from this feathered city, or even from this second day!"

When Jingnanke's words came to the end, they became more and more crazy.

Emperor Ouyang seemed very calm and said, "My Ouyang family has been lost once, so I am not afraid of losing it for the second time. I will be happy at any time!"

After the words of Emperor Ouyang fell, Jing Nanke suddenly turned around and gave instructions to the two Zixu cultivators behind him. The three of them turned into three long rainbows and disappeared into the void in front of everyone.

After Jingnanke left, Emperor Ouyang sprayed a mouthful of blood again, his face pale and was about to fall. He looked at the traces of Jingnanke's departure. After a moment of silence, a hint of melancholy appeared in his eyes and said to Yao Lao: "It seems that Jingnanke's attack before was to kill you! He used all his cultivation... If we really use the power of Wuquezhuang, our Ouyang family will be really doomed. At this moment, in this Ouyang family, you can only fight with Jingnanke. Alas..."

Emperor Ouyang sighed lightly, and his body fell from the air. Lao Yao stayed in the air for a moment, and then fell from the air. In this moment, Lao Yao's thoughts were spinning rapidly. He didn't know whether to tell Emperor Ouyang about Master Wuquezhuang Jian Wuhen. After all, those words were learned from Ye Qiu that he had not yet obtained the truth. If he told Emperor Ouyang at this moment, it would seem a bit abrupt. If it was really as Ye Qiu said, if Jian Wuhen, the master of Master Wuquezhuang, was a soul-sucking cultivator, then it was not just the Ouyang family, but the whole next day!

Three days passed quickly. During these three days, Emperor Ouyang had already begun to arrange and reserve the upcoming battle. He knew that this battle was inevitable, so in these days, he ordered countless people to quickly recall the monks of the Ouyang family who were wandering and wandering outside.

Of course, Jingnan Kehe is like this. It seems that everything is ready. He may attack like the Ouyang family at any time. When he is still waiting, what he is waiting for is an opportunity - Wuquezhuang's reply.

When the fourth day's night came, and when the darkness of the second day enveloped the entire earth, on the way to Wuquezhuang, three long rainbows were galloping rapidly, and these three long rainbows were transformed by three servants from the Jingnan family.

They have been going on like this for more than three days. These three monks are all cultivators in the Zixu stage. At their speed, it will take several hours to reach the Wuquezhuang. If they are replaced by a monk who has transformed into the realm, it will only take a moment to do so.

Until the early morning of the fifth day, the galloping day and night allowed them to see a continuous mountain range not far ahead. In this mountain range, their eyes were locked on the four peaks. At this moment, there was white mist among the mountains, which was from the weak frost of the morning. However, among the four towering peaks, a trace of spiritual energy was added when the white mist was swirling. When these spiritual energy made people feel, they felt relaxed and happy.

If you observe carefully, it will be not difficult to find that among these four peaks, there is a huge manor under the white mist.

Wuquezhuang!

In this manor, countless monks from Wuquezhuang had already started their day of cultivation when the spiritual energy was strongest in the morning. Some of them were skilled in swordsmanship on the mountain peaks, and some monks sat cross-legged in the air, sensing the power of heaven and earth, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the void. Of course, some monks were carrying loads and riding mountains and rivers in the mountains.

In this manor, a faint blue smoke slowly emerged in the largest ancient house, but it was not that something was burning, but that it was a kind of spiritual energy emitted from objects that were tempered with cultivation. This spiritual energy and the void quickly merged together and became a part of the rich spiritual energy in this world.

In this ancient house, there was a man sitting in the Bagua pattern, closing his eyes to rest, and sitting cross-legged. He pinched his hands and placed it between his knees. His white robe had a faint breath of cultivation spread, and his expression was very focused.

This person is Wuquezhuang’s master, Jian Wuhen!

The ancient house where Jian Wuhen still lives still seems to have not changed. On the wall behind him, there is still a cursive character hanging horizontally. Although it cannot be fully recognized, the style of the strokes is vigorous and powerful.

The window was still tightly closed, but the window was very strange. When the light from outside penetrated, there was a trace of golden light. In front of him, there was still a huge cauldron, and next to the cauldron, there was a floating black bead.

At this time, the cauldron was still suspended in the air, with slight blue smoke seeping out, and some of the blue smoke spread out through the gaps in the ancient house. More were absorbed by the black beads next to the cauldron. Finally, in the rotation of the black beads, it turned into a trace of white mist, floated towards Jian Wuhen's head, and finally poured into his body.

As the mist poured in, there were a trace of black marks on Jian Wuhen's face. These marks seemed to describe his face, causing the facial features on his face to change from time to time, and human faces appeared one after another, but in a blink of an eye, it slowly disappeared.

But the faces of this one after another are completely different.

If a person who doesn't understand sees this scene, he will feel that Jian Wuhen understands the art of disguise, but if he knows, he will know that what Jian Wuhen did at this moment is a way to absorb the breath of souls. This method is enough to make his soul become more and more pure!

Perhaps only Jian Wuhen and Ye Qiu knew why Jian Wuhen had to do these actions. Of course, at this time, Yao Lao should also know.

After these auras slowly soaked into his body, at a certain moment, the phrases formed by his hands turned into another phrases without moving. Then, behind him, an illusion appeared as if condensed from the aura of cultivation. This phrases did not appear in an instant, but slowly condensed.

At this moment, Jian Wuhen's closed eyes suddenly opened, and a ray of lust suddenly appeared in the opened eyes. At this moment, when the lust was seeping out, the finger formed by his hands suddenly pointed at the wild tripod, and immediately roared inside the wild tripod, and countless wailing sounds spread out from it.

At this moment, outside Jian Wuhen's ancient house, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.
Chapter completed!