After listening to Haitang talk about the situation in the purple bamboo forest, Yun Xiang had already made a decision in his mind and said, "Haitang, you can go back to the lotus pond first and wait. I will go to the palace to take a look."

Haitang said with a worried look on his face: "Brother Yun, those disciples of Bodhisattva may not recognize you, but don't cause any conflict."

Yun Xiang smiled and said, "It's okay. Even Wanghai himself may not be able to hurt me now. Are you afraid that I will be able to lose it to their hands?"

Haitang could no longer see through Yun Xiang's cultivation level, and knew that his ability was far beyond his imagination, so he said, "That's true, it's just that there are a few disciples who are kind to me on weekdays, so don't hurt them, brother."

Yun Xiang nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt people. Even if I fight with them, I will show mercy."

Haitang thought for a while and said, "Brother Yun, I always think that it's not easy for you to come this time. I'm afraid you won't cause any major changes, right?"

Yun Xiang smiled and said, "You feel good. A big change is inevitable, but maybe it may not be a bad thing."

Haitang then responded and honestly took a few disciples back to the water.

Yun Xiang did not stop, and walked across the stone bridge and came to the so-called Luojia Mountain. He was looking around, but he saw a figure suddenly jumping out of the forest and shouted: "Yun Xiang, you dare to break into the immortal palace of Wanghai Bodhisattva. You are really brave."

Yun Xiang was immediately happy when he saw the person coming, but who else could it be if it weren't the Black Wind Great Saint Xiong?

He was looking for him before, and said, "Yun has never been brave. Could it be that you knew it on the first day? Wanghai is not here, and I am going to go to her house to have a good look. Can you stop me?"

Xiong Fu snorted coldly, a look of fear flashed in his eyes, and he asked, "Where is the Protector of Brother Ying now?"

Yun Xiang said: "I can break here, guess where is he now?"

Xiong Fu was obviously wrong, and his face was even more frightened, and he said in surprise: "Is even Brother Ying's Protector also harmed by you?"

Yun Xiang sighed, "It may not be that he was hurt, maybe he even helped him. Should you do it? If you refuse to do it, I will go up the mountain."

Xiong Fu stared at Yun Xiang for a long time, finally unable to suppress the hatred in his heart, and shouted: "Since that's the case, you can take my move."

As he spoke, he waved his arm and the holy nail shot out, stabbing Yun Xiang in the head like lightning.

This holy nail was originally a Nestorian object, but it was really powerful. If you really knew nothing, you might even suffer a great loss. Unfortunately, Yun Xiang heard Wukong mention this object back then, so he had already come up with a way to deal with it.

I saw that when he turned his wrist, there was an ice cube the size of a head in his palm, and it hit him against the Holy Spike.

With a slight sound, the holy nail pierced into the ice without any obstacles. However, after entering the center of the ice, the nail gradually lost its strength and fell softly to the ground with the ice. No response was found if the bear urged it.

Xiong Fu was shocked and said tremblingly: "This... what kind of ice is this?"

Yun Xiang smiled and said, "This ice is called the Thousand Years of Black Ice. It is a special product of the Northern Wilderness. It is an extremely cold thing in the world. No water can withstand its coldness and not be frozen. Now it seems that it is the blood of the Nestorian saints stained on the holy nail. "

Xiong Fu said in surprise: "You have already thought of this method to plot against me?"

Yun Xiang spread his hands and said helplessly: "I can't say that I'm planning, I'm just a little precaution. If you don't take action, I won't use this method."

Seeing Yun Xiang seemingly unprepared, Xiong Fu suddenly flashed and snatched the ice cube on the ground. Seeing this, Yun Xiang smiled slightly, his body still not moving at all, just waiting for him to snatch it.

"Hiss--" As soon as Xiong Feng touched the thousand-year-old Xuanbing, he took a breath of cold air. He felt a coldness spread towards his soul, which scared him so much that he quickly retracted his hand and took five or six steps before he could stabilize his body.

Yun Xiang chuckled and shook his head and said, "I said it was the Wannian Xuanbing that even the holy blood could not withstand. You dare to use your hands to pick it up. You are really brave." As he said that, he waved his hand and the Xuanbing had already flew backwards and fell into his palm.

Seeing that the other party looked as usual, Xiong Fu finally gave up completely and hurriedly said, "Yunxiang, please return the treasure to me quickly. I won't stop you."

Yun Xiang casually fiddled with the ice cube and said, "This holy nail is not your thing. Even if you want to return it, you should return it to the Nestorian. I'm afraid it won't be paid to you, right?"

Xiong Fu explained: "Yes, I did pick this treasure up, but I have carefully refined it for hundreds of years and have already practiced it with its life. If it is taken away by you, I will be seriously injured even if I have never died. I have known you for many years, so I really want to kill me before I can be willing to do so?"

Yun Xiang suddenly looked dazed and said, "So that's it, okay, since the Nestorian Leyard has long passed away, I have no friendship with others, and it's not impossible to return the treasure to you, but you have to answer a few questions first."

Xiong Fu said bitterly: "Now I am very different from you. What do you want to know? Just ask."

Yun Xiang said: "Let me ask you, how many levels of golden elixir have you refined?"

Xiong Fu heard this and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and after a while, he replied: "Eighth grade."

Yun Xiang is the most shrewd, so how could he miss such a look? He only heard him snorting coldly and said, "Since he refuses to tell the truth, it is better to give this holy nail to the Nestorian."

Xiong Fu's face suddenly changed drastically and he hurriedly said, "I am indeed about to start refining the ninth-grade golden elixir, but you have also seen that elixir. The Nine-turn golden elixir still needs a pure Yang boy and a pure Yin boy girl to form. I have already told the Bodhisattva that she has not found it yet, so I naturally cannot open the furnace."

Yun Xiang nodded with satisfaction and asked again: "Since Wanghai tried his best to collect you, it is naturally mainly to refine the golden elixir. Could it be that she really plans to refine the ten-turn golden elixir?"

Xiong Fu sighed: "The Bodhisattva did say that he wanted to refine the ten-turn golden elixir within a hundred years, but the ten-turn golden elixir requires more than 500 pure Yang boys and pure Yin girls. I am afraid that it will take the strength of the country to complete it. It is too harmful to the heavens, and she has not made up her mind for a long time. And those treasures such as the Azure Dragon Horn and Vermilion Bird Wings have never found clues, and it is afraid that it will be difficult to succeed in the end."

From this point of view, Wanghai has not completely lost his conscience. Since there is an extra self in this era, the golden elixir that hurts the heavens will not be refined.

Thinking of this, he suddenly slapped out, then shook the holy nail out of the Wannian Xuan Ice, threw it back to Xiong Jue, and said, "Okay, hold up your magic weapon and practice well. We will meet again if you have time in the future."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards Luojia Mountain, leaving only the bear holding the lost and regained holy nail, but his face was gloomy and sunny.
Chapter completed!