The moment he hit the sky spirit cover with one claw and grabbed the female cultivator's head, the soul disappeared.

"Junior Sister Qiu." The tall male cultivator roared, and the spiritual power of the mid-stage Void Refining spread throughout the cave.

"Boom..." The mountains collapsed and the ground broke, and the huge Baizhang Mountain peak shook violently and collapsed with a bang.

In the smoke and dust, two figures fought together. Ye Xuan transformed into a two-foot giant, covered with dragon scales, and did not give the other party a chance to hide his body.

"Are you a monk from the Blood Prison Palace? Junior brother, stop first." The tall male cultivator was shocked and suspicious.

The other party's methods were like him. In addition to his weaker spiritual power, he was even better than him in terms of experience and proficiency.

He could not take down this human-shaped monster. The other party relied on not only spiritual power but also had extremely powerful physical strength.

Wherever the fists and feet passed, the land collapsed and the earth was broken, which was no less than the magic of the Blood Prison Palace lineage.

Of course, Ye Xuan would not have the possibility of stopping. The flames churned on his body, covering the Flame Python armor. He grabbed it in his hand and the Flame Python halberd was in his hand.

At the same time, the light and shadow around the two men transformed, and the mirror flowers and water moon spread out dozens of spaces. In addition, a fiery red flying sword escaped and slashed the sky-breaking sword lights around the tall male cultivator.

Training Qi, body refining, physical body restriction, dragon bloodline, and all kinds of methods are used together.

"You are definitely not a cultivator of the Blood Prison Palace. Who are you? Why do you have the martial arts of my Blood Prison Palace?" The tall male cultivator's eyes were inverted, and blood was squirting from his mouth, and he was actually pressed and beaten.

With his cultivation level in the middle stage of the Void Refining, he would have fought face to face, which was comparable to Ye Xuan, but the other party knew all his methods, and what was even more terrifying was that Ye Xuan seemed to have no shortcomings.

His aura was constantly weakening. On the other hand, Ye Xuan became stronger and stronger as he fought, and he recovered in a blink of an eye when he was injured.

From the physical body to the spiritual power, and even the sea of ​​consciousness, he was protected by the supreme treasures, allowing him to see the perfect way that only exists in ancient books and legends.

"Leave the soul to me." Feng Ling's voice came from the Mirror of the Vientiane.

Ye Xuan nodded in disguise. The flame python halberd that had been cut off suddenly emitted a terrifying wave of destruction. The body of the halberd broke the ban, and the physical body broke the ban, and all the broken bans were stimulated together.

The tall male cultivator was in a state of excitement and his face was horrified. His spiritual power was poured into the magic weapon, and the black sail in front of him shone with magnificent light.

However, nothing was helpful. The black sail-like defensive magic weapon was broken, and then a halberd pierced through the body. A breath of destruction broke into pieces. The tall male cultivator broke into powder in a blink of an eye, leaving only a ball of blood mist.

"As soon as my soul lamp is turned off, someone else will come to assassinate him in the Blood Prison Palace. I'll wait for you below..." The soul emitted crazy spiritual fluctuations.

The two-foot-shaped monster was indifferent, and the dragon claws were grabbed by the surging blood and the escaped soul was swept away.

Ye Xuan looked at the dark sky above his head, shook his sleeves and threw out two rays of inspiration. It was the true spirit of Lu Ze and Liu Jiao.

Two rays of spiritual light merged into the void silently, as if there was a force of traction in the dark. Ye Xuan looked at this scene coldly and stepped into the Mirror of Vientiane.

In a city in Zhongshengyuan, Ye Xuan once appeared in the restaurant.

The two women, Meinu and Yan Qiuxue, turned into yellow-faced women, and seemed to be walking back and forth casually, looking for Ye Xuan's breath.

"The master has been here, it's only been one or two days." Mei Nu's eyes were surprised, her cheeks were rosy, showing an intoxicating and tender look.

Even though she turned into a yellow-faced woman, her proud figure was hidden, but her temperament just now made the diners nearby stop and their eyes involuntarily gather on her.

"snort."

A sense of pressure enveloped the restaurant, and the young man in black walked upstairs, with a strong body, sharp eyebrows, starry eyes, and a majestic weapon. He glanced at the diners present.

As his eyes passed, all the diners lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the Meinu again.

The young man in black came to the two girls, staring at the Meinu, and said softly: "Junior Sister Zhang, are you okay? I heard that after you take on the third-level mission in the Heavenly Level, I will come to find you right away. It is too dangerous for you alone."

Yan Qiuxue stood beside her and was directly ignored by the young man in black. She couldn't help but feel extremely unhappy. She was a beauty after all, and she was compared by the hero.

"You don't need to intervene, and you have committed a taboo. The monks of the Blood Prison Palace are not allowed to expose their true nature at will." The mannu sent a cold voice, making him seem inhumane.

"Even if my Blood Prison Palace is hidden in the dark, it is also a top major force in the Zhongsheng Domain. So what if I reveal my true nature? Who dares to kill me?" Sikong Feixing was waving in black, with a proud look on his face. His grandfather was the strong man of Hexu.

In Zhongsheng Realm, no human immortals were born for many years, and human immortals rarely appeared in each family, so Hexu was the strongest.

"This time I brought two senior brothers from the middle stage of the Void Refining. Your mission is still yours. I will bring someone to help you." Sikong Feixing raised his hand and wanted to touch Meinu's cheek.

Unfortunately, the Meinu had no feelings for him, so he avoided his stretched palm and disappeared into the restaurant.

"Look, I don't want to bird you at all, why don't you make it boring?" Yan Qiuxue curled her mouth and disappeared.

Sikong Feixing's handsome face was stiff, his face turned cold, and he stepped out of the restaurant, and two figures in black appeared behind him.

The two followed Sikong Feixing like this, as if they did not exist in the eyes of others, and protected Sikong Feixing like two ghosts.

"She went east to the city, and the east area was tens of thousands of miles of barren mountains." A man in black whispered.

Sikong Feixing licked his lips, and a red light flashed in his eyes, and he said lightly: "I am infatuated with her. For several years, she has never given me a good face. Even if I use force this time, I will take her down."

"The other woman is also pretty. She likes to be mean, so I'll give it to you."

The two men in black looked strange. They had lived for thousands of years, and playing with women was already boring.

Another man in black glanced out of the city and sent a message: "Junior Brother Feixing, I'm a little surprised."

"What's the surprise? Someone is ill-telling about me."

"There is a rebellion from my Blood Prison Palace outside the city. He has just been listed on the hunting list and his name is Budu."

Hearing the word "Budu", Sikong Feixing's pupils shrank slightly, and he had heard of all the madmen on the ten islands. He had long heard of it from his grandfather.

Sikong Feixing said quietly and seemed to be careless: "Is it that little person who just emerged? I don't know what kind of evil method to force the breakthrough of refining the Void. I think the foundation is unstable. Since you happened to meet it, you can just kill it."

"I happened to meet?" The two men in black looked at each other, and both smiled bitterly.

The other party was waiting outside the city, obviously coming towards them, but the two of them didn't care. They were just a little guy who had just broken through the refining void and was less than fifty years old.

A hundred miles outside the city, a handsome monk sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes were red, and blood patterns were covered with the top of his head, extending from top to bottom to his face, looking extremely evil.

When Sikong Feixing and the other two rushed over, they saw illusions appearing around the monk, and countless wailing and struggling figures appearing.

"The little monk has a shortage in breaking through the refining emptiness, and borrows two people to use their lives to perfect my path." He folded his hands together, his red eyes were indifferent, and he skipped Sikong Feixing and looked directly at the two men in black.

(End of this chapter)

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