On the White Bone Island, four figures were in a mess. They jumped off the white bones one after another, landed on their respective spiritual boats, and did not dare to delay for a moment, so they turned around and left.

Four half-step gods joined forces. Except for Master Jin Fan who had a Buddhist Vajra body and only suffered some minor injuries, the other three were seriously injured and still could not take down the barbarian.

It’s not that they can’t fight against the Man Cultivator. The power of the four of them join forces is to surpass the two Man Cultivators. However, Man Cultivator’s physical body is strong and his recovery is even more amazing. After the two are eliminated, they are still the ones who can’t stand it in the end.

"Brother, Sister Shi has probably been captured by them, so we cannot let them go." The female man Xiu corrected her attempt to jump off the bone island, but was pulled by the male man Xiu.

"A sister, stop chasing."

When the female man cultivator was confused, the male man cultivator's middle-aged face had a blue face, bleeding from seven orifices, and his spirit was extremely shrill.

"Are you poisoned? A despicable demon heretic." The woman looked anxious and looked at the wound on the prince's back.

The blood hole in the back of the male barbarian cultivator was left by the poisonous demon diamond of the old brown mine slave. The blood hole was blue and there were countless granulations squirming, like small snakes, trying their best to reconcile each other.

Unfortunately, everything was futile. The wounds that were bridged together were torn apart in the blink of an eye. The bright red flesh and blood turned blue in the blink of an eye, extremely poisonous.

"Hurry, drink it quickly." The woman Man Xiu's eyes turned red, and she hurriedly bit her wrist and handed it to the man Man Xiu's mouth.

The middle-aged man Man Xiu shook his head, tilted his body, vomited blood in his mouth, and the blood he vomited turned blue, with a strong and weak aura, and he whispered: "A sister, you go, leave here, maybe there is a glimmer of life."

"Brother, Sister Shi is not here, don't leave me alone."

"The Man Lizard tribe was destroyed, and the four uncles were infatuated. We can't go back to the Zhenwu Realm. If you ask me to leave, where will I go alone..."

The female Man Xiu's dark cheeks were filled with tears. She hugged the middle-aged man Man Xiu tightly, tearing off a piece of animal skin, trying to block the prince's wound.

The male man Xiu coughed blood continuously, the light in his eyes dissipated and slowly became dim. At the moment of his death, his eyes suddenly opened angrily and he stared upwards.

"Who?" The female man Xiu reacted quickly and raised her head suddenly.

"You can't even leave either. I have no life left. I'm very interested in the Zhenwu Realm you mentioned..."

I saw that in the air, the old man was pale and stepped on the void, falling step by step from the air, his face was covered with dark spots, his aura was rotten, and his vitality was almost cut off.

If the old man's facial features are removed from the dark spots on his face, it is very similar to the Yang Shen Lao Pei. The old man is a god-transforming monk who is in charge of this place. The reason why he often leaves his body with his soul and the Yang Shen appears is because his body is about to die.

"Evil demons, don't even think about it."

"You will speak, I have said this to your Sister Shi." Old Pei's voice was hoarse and low, far less majestic than Yang Shen.

"What did you do to Sister Shi?" The female non-sooth face was ferocious.

Old Pei hunched over and smiled sinisterly. His old body shook and appeared in front of the two of them, saying slowly: "She was stubborn, and I used her soul to refine her soul. The three souls and seven spirits were refined to only one life soul. She was ignorant and ignorant, and there was not much to say."

"Old thing, I want you to die." The female monk cultivator's face was twisted and her eyes were red.

"Ah sister, escape..."

Just a little while away, facing the madness of a barbarian cultivator, Pei Lao was indifferent. A bird roared from his body, and the firebird flapped his wings and lifted up the power of the rolling sun.

"Puspeng..." The firebird's wings closed, and the female barbarian cultivator rushed over, and the body was instantly wrapped in the fireworks feathers, and her body collapsed in an instant.

Her body turned into ashes, and instantly burst into vitality, and she tried her best to recover. However, the power of the sun was beyond her control. In the blink of an eye, in dozens of recovery and destruction, the female barbarian cultivator's body became a piece of coke.

"Evil heretics, you, you... will go to hell..."

Even though her body was charred, the female Man Xiu still breathed a breath. Under her burnt eyelids, her eyes were covered with bloodshot and filled with endless resentment.

"If the timing was not right, your resentful soul could be refined into the main soul of the Thousand Soul Banner." Old Pei coughed in a low voice, his expression calmly. The thin veteran hand pressed and grabbed it, and a phantom on the coke was pulled out.

The male barbarian cultivator, who had not yet died, saw this, and two lines of blue blood and tears flowed out of his eyes, and said with hatred: "You are so cruel. The ancestral teachings left by our ancestors are true. You are evil heretics. If you practice Taoism but not your mind, you are cruel and ruthless, you should all die..."

"Noisy." Old Pei stomped his foot, and a circle of invisible force swept across, shocking the male barbarian cultivator to death on the spot.

Scan the two dead souls in the palm of his palm. While Mr. Pei refining his soul to extract the memory, he took a long breath. Straws of dragon energy oozed out from the dragon bone and were absorbed into his body. When he looked at the dragon bone under his feet, a fiery color flashed through his old eyes.

"Zhou Nu, I fulfill my promise to you. With your qualifications, you may be able to transform into a god for as little as thirty years."

After the words came, a spiritual boat flew into the black fog. Boss Zhou looked excited. Before he could jump onto the bones, a light of inspiration came and sank into his eyebrows.

"Senior Xie Pei, Senior Xie Pei..., Senior Xie Pei, I will never forget you." Boss Zhou was stunned, and there was a secret technique in his mind. After he came to his senses, he knelt on the spiritual boat, protruding himself into the ground, extremely fanatical.

The same underground space, deep in the underground lake, inside the keel.

The two of them were immersed in the Dragon Marrow Pool. Ye Xuan and others worked together to drain all the dragon marrows here, and this small pool of dragon marrows was formed.

"Master, your storage bag has moved." You Mu, who turned into a small snake, was only half a foot long, and most of the snake's body hung on Ye Xuan's legs, and suddenly shouted.

Ye Xuan's blood was surging all over his body. After a day, three more channels were added to the dragon and elephant ban. The more critical point was that an extremely weak dragon power suddenly appeared in his bloodline.

The dragon marrow refining body, Ye Xuan's cultivation of body refining has also reached the middle stage of bone training and marrow refining. The biggest gain is naturally not this improvement, but his bloodline.

Ye Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, his dark pupils showed a faint golden color, and asked, "Will the storage bag still move?"

When he looked down, the storage bag suddenly tore open, and a flash of light, the Immortal Devouring Sword rushed out. Ye Xuan was stunned and saw the Immortal Devouring Sword sinking into the Dragon Marrow Pool and penetrated into the dragon bone at the bottom of the pool.

Feng Ling's beautiful eyes opened and closed, and she looked like an eighteen girls. Her cultivation level broke through to the middle stage of leaving the body. Feng Ling snorted coldly, pressed her jade hand, grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled it out suddenly, but she couldn't move.

Ye Xuan was covered in cold air, and he had a very bad guess in his heart. He also reached out to draw the sword. He pulled it hard, but the sword was not pulled out, and the hilt was torn off by him.

"Bang..." a crisp sound.

The hilt of the sword took off, revealing the crystal layer in the sword body. With the eyes of the two people present, they saw the female corpse inside, and the long eyelashes were clearly trembling slightly.

(End of this chapter)

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