"Brother Yang has occupied the entire northern country and has renamed it Beizhou. Now a group of people have been transferred from here to the city lords of Beizhou. I don't know..." Han Xue was thinking about her thoughts, and then she saw Miao Seng Wuhua walking in.

"Miss Xiaoxue, I'm leaving, I can't go." Wuhua's first words shocked Han Xue.

"Master, you've gone, what should I do here?"

"If the monks gather in the Northern Ice Field today, they all know that Yang Jiu is there, so they will not come here to make your decision. Besides, now that Huangzhou has been robbed by the Rakshasa people, others will not look down on it. For a long time, no one will come in to compete with you for territory." Wuhua said.

"Master, what are you doing?"

"That little guy, he underestimated the cultivators in the world. He was going to cause a big disaster. He thought he could run away, but he didn't know that it was powerful. The power in the bright land was stronger than the thirty palaces, let alone the power hidden in the dark. Even if he was so powerful that he was in Yang Yun's realm, he would be beaten to ashes. Even if he cultivated into a powerful immortal body, the saint of the True Martial Arts body would be broken. I'll save him once. Don't tell anyone about this. The Wuxiang Wunian Qinglian Realm set by my divine thoughts will still work after I leave. A wisp of my soul incarnation will still appear in front of everyone." Wuhua said.

"Master, are you going to take away Linglong Jade Coffin?"

"Do you want Yang Jiu to live or die?" Wuhua asked.

"Master, I understand!" Han Xue said, and a trace of sadness suddenly flashed in her eyes.

"Under Chu Zhaoyun's divine consciousness, only I can hide this thing from being discovered by him. However... even if I go, there is only 10% hope. If Yang Jiu dies, the Jiuzhou Army will die, so... even if there is 10% hope, I still have to go." Wuhua said.

"Master, why are you involved in this dispute?"

"I owe Emperor Mingkong a favor. Alas, I have to bet on this life for this time. Miss Xiaoxue, if I don't save Yang Jiu's life and also take myself in, you and Miss Hongxiu will go to Piaomiao Peak in Tianshan. My senior brother Wuxiang will protect you." Wuhua said.

He took Linglong Jade Coffin and walked straight out of the border town, passed through the bustling crowd, and passed by pairs of soldiers, but no one could see him, thinking he was a transparent person.

No thoughts or thoughts, even if you see it, you don’t feel it in your mind, which is like not seeing it.

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"Hey, who is that? It's just a ball of red clouds? Tsk tsk, it's amazing! Where is the human immortal!"

"Li Shifei is indeed amazing. The real man of the Heavenly Demon and the Marquis incarnation of Wuhou have merged together, but they cannot be fully integrated. It is probably the level of Meng Shentong, hehehehe!"

Yang Jiu sat on a snow peak in the distance and saw powerful unknown monks entering the Luoshen Valley. One after another, light rose from the valley. Dozens of powerful prohibitions were arranged. Even the seven incarnations of Chu Zhaoyun could not break it. He couldn't help but be amazed.

This ban was naturally arranged by a master. With the ban, people outside cannot enter from the sky, and people inside cannot get out. There is only one passage at the entrance of the valley. This is to prevent someone from infiltrating into trouble. Now they are relieved. Who dares to go in and make trouble? There is no way to run away. There is a strong ban everywhere in the sky and the ground. Even if Chu Zhaoyun enters, he will not escape!

The Lin Shujian went in, but Lan Susu did not. She and Lan Shuixiu set up a painting boat and flew away under the command of a little girl with jade carvings. The little girl looked only three or four years old, but her every move was extraordinary, and she was obviously possessed by an old monster!

Dongfang Jian, Tang Guizang, Gong Mingyue, Gongsun Xiaolan, Taiyi Zhenren, Bi Xuan... etc., there are twenty or thirty extremely powerful old guys.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, Meng Shentong, these people seem to be not weaker than you. If their souls are caught by the young master and become slaves of ghost immortals, hehe, wouldn't this world kill anyone you want? Hehehe..."

Meng Shentong's soul grinned, completely suppressed by him, and had no choice but to think: "It's so evil. This man is ten thousand times more evil than the most powerful blood demon ancestor in ancient times. Why didn't God drop a thunder to kill him? Why didn't Mr. Xiaohuang from the Great Wilderness Sect fly over and kill him with one punch? Chu Zhaoyun's seven bodies merged into one, why didn't he come and stab him with one shot?!"

Now even his idea was known to Yang Jiu.

"Hehe, hehehe, Meng Shentong, look at them having so many restrictions. Then your 72-way suicide squad suddenly overcomes the disaster. Let's see where they go? Hehehe, even the body of the peak Martial Saint may not be able to stand it. It's really exciting. The 72 souls of the tribulation, and some of your blood body, this power may blow up the entire valley. Tsk, then, your original consciousness will be blank. That's so good, and you will become the most obedient and good boy in the world. Then I will return your bone sword body and the remaining blood body to you. We will kill you. Tsk, how many powerful souls will become my dim sum, hehehe..."

There are a large number of people outside the Luoshen Valley, and there are tens of thousands. Seeing this overly powerful lineup, teams of people flew over from time to time. Even some monks who are not in the state of appearance came, Yang Jiu felt a little nervous: There are too many people coming!

Then he saw Xiao Xian and Yang Huchen and others appear. Seeing the crowds in front of him, Xiao Xian was stunned for a moment and said, "Huchen, don't go in, just wait for me outside. There are too many experts inside. If there is any accident, it will be inconvenient for me to carry you."

Yang Huchen nodded, so Xiao Xian sent him and three senior brothers from the Martial Dojo to Xuefeng, less than ten feet away from Yang Jiu.

The snow peak was crowded with people.

"Yang Huchen, this silly boy, is a great martial saint, and his aura is completely different from that in the past. Hey, what kind of treasure clothes is he wearing?... I can't look at him anymore, and he will notice me when he looks at me. It's so close that he can't even stop him from being stabbed!" Yang Jiu reminded himself.

"Junior Brother Huchen, who is that silly guy? It looks very unpleasant!" Wu Kong said.

"That man is a demon clone of the blood demon Meng Shentong. He should be the Blood Saint. Three senior brothers. There are too many people here, so we should not cause riots." Yang Huchen said. He stood there like a javelin. The iron spear was put in front of him, and the spear head was straight towards the sky. The people around him immediately dispersed, unwilling to get close to this guy with extremely powerful blood spirit.

Yang Huchen's face was calm, and he stood there motionless, and suddenly his brow jumped.

"Boom boom boom..." The clouds in the sky were low, and huge lightning struck the sky above the valley, tearing through one after another.

"Boom!" All the restrictions were blasted away by the sky thunder, and the figures flying into the sky were chopped down. Their unlucky souls were destroyed on the spot!

"Boom--" With a last loud bang, all the mountains around Luoshen Valley were shaken down!

This ghost immortal bomb is already powerful, and now all around Luoshen Valley has been blocked. It is even more powerful when it is stormed inside. Just like setting off firecrackers, spreading out your palms and igniting the firecrackers and exploding them will not cause much damage to your palms, but if you clench the ignited firecrackers in your fists, the power will be doubled!

"Ah?!" Countless onlookers outside were stunned.

"Heavenly punished, it's Godly punished!" Yang Jiu jumped up and rushed directly above Luoshen Valley.

"I'm crazy, this person is desperate. Are you afraid of being killed?" Everyone thought to themselves.

"Hahahaha, Meng Shentong, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! Shura Hell! Coming! Zhazha Zhazha--"

The blood curtain surged, covering the Luoshen, and seven white bone swords flew out, each becoming more than ten feet long, and strangled in the air!

After Yang Jiu sacrificed the Shura Hell, his whole body fell down like a cannonball. As he shouted, "Zhazhazhazhazhazhazha--" he blew out of his mouth, killing his soul, as if crazy!

The Evil Moon Knife in his hand instantly slashed hundreds of swords, and the sharp sword light almost enveloped the entire valley!

"It's Yang Jiu! So fierce!!" Yang Huchen, who was still looking unchanged even though the sky collapsed and the earth broke, jumped up in shock, and the monks outside were already stunned.

Soon, Yang Jiu, who was still arrogant a moment ago, soared into the sky, and the blood curtain disappeared. Seven white bone swords were closely behind, and the blood evil spirit enchantment enveloped the whole body, and the evil moon knife was covered with spider silk cracks.

Six souls on the cover started to move with all their strength, and rushed into the sky with a "whisper" moment. Following them were hundreds of rays of light of various colors. These hundreds of rays hit the clouds, and a large cloud disappeared on the spot, just like a hole was made in the sky!

"There are so many powerful figures who are alive and lively! They are all so terrifying. They have stabbed the hornet's nest now, but I've gained a lot! No, hundreds of divine thoughts seem to be staring at me to death! If I go back to Yuanjing, even if I can connect with the blood and energy of the Nilin Army, so many angry masters will hit hard, I'm afraid the whole Yuanjing will turn into ashes!"
Chapter completed!