Yan Qiuxue pretended to be squeezing her hands, and seemed to be using secret techniques to find Ye Xuan's breath, but in fact, it was a magic weapon in her body that was taking effect.

Her consciousness rotates in a round-shaped magic weapon, showing two circles inside and outside, two circles one light and one dark, overlapping each other, called the Sun and Moon Wheel.

As long as someone who has had contact with Yan Qiuxue and has had contact with each other, if she is willing, the other person's aura will be recorded by the Sun and Moon Wheel, which is quite magical.

"Where is it? Tell me quickly." A vine tree caught the piercing piercing through, and Sikong Yi's abdomen was bleeding, and his face became more and more gloomy.

"It's right in the center, the beast hid underground." Yan Qiuxue said anxiously.

"You'd better make it right, otherwise you don't want your beauty skin. You will become my blood corpse puppet in the future." Sikong Yi snorted coldly.

A petite figure shuttled back and forth over the sea of ​​Vine Demon, his figure was disillusioned, and the misty rain scenes were accompanied by it wherever he passed.

Leng Le's little face looked ugly, and he glanced at the disciples of the Blood Prison Palace who were seriously injured, then looked at the depths of the Teng Demon Sea, and sneered: "Ignorance, why should you be anxious for a while if you want to take revenge? You have been waiting for eighty years."

The vine demons were not clear, and it was only a matter of time for them to deal with them. The more they ended up, the weaker the vine demons became.

Sikong Yi escaped from the cultivator formation, so naturally he could not escape Leng Le's spiritual consciousness. However, as Sikong Yi penetrated into the center of the vine demon sea, it was no longer possible for her spiritual consciousness to capture Sikong Yi.

The surroundings gradually became dark and dull, and Sikong Yi's body suddenly stopped. When he arrived at this position, there was no need for Yan Qiuxue's guidance.

"Little bastard, get out of here." Sikong Yi looked down.

The streams of vines gathered together and joined one place, leading directly to the underground sand. There was no doubt that the little bastard must have hid below.

"Old man, you'd better look around first."

Ye Xuan's laughter came from all directions. Sikong Yi blocked dozens of vines and wood attacks, and watched in a horror, and hundreds of Ye Xuan came around.

"Elder, his body is underground. Let's go down and pull him into the water." Yan Qiuxue's pretty face turned pale.

Looking around, there were hundreds of vines and wood behind each Ye Xuan, attracting countless golden vines and woods, including many vines and woods covered with blood patterns, like large spotted pythons.

Without Yan Qiuxue's words, Sikong Yi had no choice but to retreat. He reached this deepest position. Even if he wanted to go out again, the price would definitely be quite high.

"Get out of the waste." Sikong Yi shook his hand and threw Yan Qiuxue in his hand, and his body fell to the sand.

"Boom..."

Almost the moment the old guy crawled into the ground, thousands of golden vines pierced into the ground, and the sand collapsed, leaving behind a large piece of flesh and blood on Sikong Yi's back.

"My husband, save me. I have had dozens of years of memories of a couple." Yan Qiuxue dodged left and right, and her dress and flesh were torn apart, revealing a large area of ​​spring.

She and Ye Xuan were both in memory and were captured by the body of memory. During the decades they spent in memory, they became a dual-cultural partner, and every bit of it was extremely clear, which made people feel empathetic.

A figure in front of her was filled with tears, and two illusions of Ye Xuan appeared, one grinning on the left and the other on the right.

"My wife is still as strong as ever. She dares to come in as soon as she turns into a god. She has many treasures on her body."

"I've come here, I'm still struggling to die, wait for death." The two Ye Xuans sang together, but they didn't mean to help, but instead attracted some of the demon bodies of the vine demons and smeared them to death.

"You, you unconscienced beast, wait and see."

With a hissing, Yan Qiuxue's chest was bleeding, and a large piece of clothes cracked open, and two half circles were about to emerge. Yan Qiuxue was in a state of grief and anger. With a wave of her bare hands, the sun and moon appeared behind her.

"You are only allowed to be ruthless, but I am not allowed to be heartless?" Ye Xuan sneered.

In fact, both of them know each other well. To some extent, they all have similarities and a cruel and ruthless side in their hearts.

Sikong Yi fell into the depths of the sand, but at this moment he was shocked, as if he was in a dream.

"Puff puff puff..." Golden vines followed, and their flesh and blood were peeling off, but he didn't feel any pain.

It seemed as if this body was no longer his, Sikong Yi was like a bystander watching the body being sucked by flesh and sucked marrow.

Sikong Yi was a late-stage monk in Hexu. When he lost his pain, he knew that his five senses were controlled.

Sure enough, the next moment, after the pain, there was also a problem with the vision. The scene in front of him changed, and the sand was no longer the sand, so he came to an island.

"This is not an illusion, you just controlled my five senses." Sikong Yi glanced at the island and confirmed that this was the Blood Prison Island.

He said it relaxed, but his pupils were shrinking violently in his eyes. There were thousands of Blood Prison Island, but this Blood Prison Island was unique and was the Blood Prison Island he remembered as a teenager.

Ye Xuan not only controlled his five senses, but also showed the scene in his memory, which had gone beyond the scope of the five senses.

On the island forest road with the sea breeze blowing, Ye Xuan appeared in a blue-clothed figure, and behind Ye Xuan, a petite girl in gray linen appeared, following Ye Xuan.

"Well, it's true, as you said, but you know it's one thing, and breaking it free is another thing." Ye Xuan was exhausted, just like a wild dog was hungry. Even though he knew the shit was smelly, he still had to eat shit.

The moment he saw the figure of the gray cloth linen, the elder of the Blood Prison Palace trembled all over, and a strong trance appeared in his eyes.

"Brother Yi, it's time to choose a disciple next month." The girl in gray cloth linen pulled the corner of Ye Xuan's clothes and said in a cowardly voice.

Ye Xuan glanced at Sikong Yi not far away, turned around and smiled gently, and his big hand fell on the head of the girl in gray linen and gently stroked her.

"Don't worry, with Brother Yi here, don't even think about touching you by those old guys on the island."

The person in front of him and the conversation in front of him are unforgettable. This scene is the memory deep in his memory.

It was this girl who became a disciple of a mysterious killer after this conversation before her and became a plaything for others.

"Fake, fake, all fake..." Hit the softest part of others' hearts. Even though Sikong Yi had thousands of years passed, he couldn't help but scream like a wounded beast at this time.

Ye Xuan looked at Sikong Yi with a smile. Sikong Yi was actually smearing in his eyes. In fact, he was wrapped in thousands of vines and woods. The inner and outer three layers were wrapped into a big ball, and the vitality of flesh and blood was passing by rapidly.

Perhaps it was not enough to be stimulating. Ye Xuan waved his sleeves and the scene between heaven and earth changed. On the day of choosing a disciple on Blood Prison Island, the girl in gray cloth linen was taken into her arms by a sinister middle-aged man.

His mirror flower, water and moon are not comparable to ordinary illusions. Now, in addition to controlling the five senses, it can also affect the sea of ​​consciousness, causing the other party to fall into extreme emotions, and every bit of pain can be reproduced and magnified a hundred times.
Chapter completed!