It was silent, but it was extremely fast. The ghost had nowhere to hide. The innate cloud fire hit its shield, like ice and snow melting. The color of the shield quickly faded. In the blink of an eye, it was about to fall. A trace of hesitation flashed in the ghost's eyes, but then it became determined, opened its mouth again, and spewed out a mouthful of essence and blood.

The essence and blood were sprinkled on the shield, and the part that was melted by the innate yin fire returned to its original state. However, Yuwen Zhouyuan was not in a hurry, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. At this moment, both sides had evolved into consumption, competing for true power.

Yuwen Zhouyuan's innate yin fire was used to absorb spiritual thorns through spiritual tools, which itself has a little advantage.

Every time the opponent sprays a mouthful of essence and blood, his cultivation will drop by one point. If this continues, who will win and lose, you can tell at a glance.

Yuwen Zhouyuan took out a spirit stone from the storage bag and held it in his hand to replenish his true power. He was sure to win, but now with such a layer of insurance, there is no reason to lose.

Time passed minute by minute, and half an hour later, the trapped ghost had greatly reduced his magic power and his body also shrank a circle.

"It's time!" Yuwen Zhouyuan said in his heart, then he raised his hand and swayed in the air to shoot a magic trick.

In the white light, thirty-two spirit-absorbing thorns began to transform, twisted into a sharp blade like a crescent moon, with cold light shining and murderous aura soaring into the sky!

The ghost's expression was even more frightening. Yuwen Zhouyuan did not intend to give him more time to think, and spoke the truth: "Qi!"

The crescent blade roared towards the evil spirit, and the sharp sound of breaking through the air was terrifying.

The evil ghost had no intention of fighting, and stopped spitting out blood on his shield, and his body turned into a black light, trying to fly away.

"I just want to escape now, it's too late!" The crescent blade pierced into the body of the ghost. There was no blood, but countless yin energy emerged from the ghost's body and was sucked away by the sucking spirit thorns. Then his remaining body twisted and turned into ghosts one by one, and he wanted to escape in panic.

This monster was originally composed of the soul of a fallen monk and the soul of a monster, but now it has been defeated back to its original form.

Looking at the flying ghost, Yuwen Zhouyuan held the soul bead again, waved it gently, injected the true power, and threw it into the sky.

After inhaling enough true power, the soul beads that came out of their hands quickly became larger, expanding from the size of a longan to the size of a washbasin.

Black aura shot out from the soul beads. The black auras were like spirituality, chasing the scattered and fleeing ghosts, and then wrapped them in a roll.

The horror of the ghost was at its peak, and he struggled desperately, but it was useless. This soul bead magic weapon was the nemesis of the ghost thing.

He is very good at dealing with the powerful ghosts like the past, but he is a specialty to deal with these remaining ghosts.

The souls of the monk and the monsters did not fall apart, and were all entangled by black threads and rolled back into the soul beads.

Then the soul bead regained its size in the rotation and fell back to Yuwen Zhouyuan's hand. Unlike before, the soul beads that absorbed many souls seemed to have full soul power, black and shiny. Just holding it in the hand, Yuwen Zhouyuan could feel the powerful energy contained in it.

A trace of color flashed in Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes. From the diary of the Demon Lord of the Slaughter, he learned that this soul bead is extremely powerful. The more souls it absorbs, the more powerful it will be. In the end, it can even compete with the magic weapon.

But every step that the soul bead has to increase its strength will absorb a large amount of souls. Yuwen Zhouyuan is not a bloodthirsty person. To be honest, he has never wanted to increase the strength of this soul bead.

But now the situation is different. These monsters and cultivators who once gathered into evil ghosts were their own enemies. How could they be polite to them Yuwen Zhouyuan? They don’t need mercy to the enemy. Of course, they have to suck them all into the soul beads.

Although it is a residual soul, it is also amazing, with hundreds of them. After absorbing so much nutrients, the soul beads will go back and refine them again. It will probably double its power.

Although this battle was a little bit dangerous, it also gained a lot.

Yuwen Zhouyuan fell on the zombie beside him. After the soul bead absorbed the ghost, the blood-colored skeleton transformed from it also increased its power. The zombie suddenly showed a distracted look and turned around to escape.

Yuwen Zhouyuan snorted, raised his hand and pointed, and the innate yin fire that had not yet been extinguished flew over, wrapping the zombies in it. Screams came. Yuwen Zhouyuan waved the soul bead with his left hand, and the silver skeleton launched a more violent attack.

In a moment, this century-old zombie was beaten to death.

After exploding into a ball of black fog, a pitch-black bead was still floating in the air.

Yuwen Zhouyuan pondered for a moment, took out a jade bottle from his arms, pulled out the bottle plug, and a yellow light flew out from it, and put the beads in it.

Just like a monster with a demon pill, zombies with profound Taoism will form corpse beads in their bodies. Corpse beads are highly poisonous objects. Cultivators who practice ghost realms can use them to refine magic weapons. Although Yuwen Zhouyuan does not, corpse beads are also a treasure for him. They will be put into the storage bag first.

Finally, the ghost guarding the elixir was destroyed. Yuwen Zhouyuan no longer delayed, picked the Jinyang grass and the Star Soul Flower, and left here with the wind.

At the same time, on the edge of an inconspicuous cliff in Wu Yao Ridge, at this moment, an amazing spiritual energy escaped from it. Several cultivators wearing the costumes of the Snow Mountain Sect were standing here with a serious expression.

From the two peaks embroidered under the corners of their clothes, we can see that these people are all masters of the True Yuan stage!

"Why haven't the senior brother from the sect come back yet?" said one of them.

"Don't worry, with the senior brother's cultivation, unless the real-life master is a master, we don't have to worry about who can escape from his palms." Another person comforted.

"But the treasure is about to be born. Can it be possible without a senior brother? "A monk in his forties said worriedly.

The old man in the lead pondered for a moment and said, "In this way, we will first set up magic circles around to prevent spiritual energy from overflowing, and order disciples in the True Qi stage to be warned around. Don't let the leaked fish accidentally break in, which will ruin a big deal."

"Okay!" everyone responded.

After the order was passed, the elite disciples of the Xueshan Sect suddenly turned into rays of light and dissipated to the four outsides. The remaining masters of the True Yuan stage looked at each other and acted separately.

After picking the elixir, Yuwen Zhouyuan was filled with joy and went to the outsider of Wu Yao Ridge without hesitation, and at the same time he released his divine thoughts to search for Nangong Dai's whereabouts.

Obviously, the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect must have had some conspiracy against the cultivators entering the Mist Demon Ridge, otherwise they would not be so crazy. I think there must be some treasure in the Mist Demon Ridge, otherwise the Snow Mountain Sect would not have made such a big move!

I don’t know how Dai'er is now and whether she will die in this storm! After thinking about it in my heart, Yuwen Zhouyuan continued to suppress his cultivation to the sixth level of the True Qi Stage.

After about half an hour of flying, Yuwen Zhouyuan suddenly fluctuated violently without warning. Yuwen Zhouyuan was startled, stopped and saw a blue light.

Then they saw the two of them flying from far to near.

What a strong cultivation level! Could it be a cultivator from the Snow Mountain Sect?

Yuwen Zhouyuan didn't think too much, so he touched it in his arms and started to sacrifice his sacrifice.

At this moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan had already seen his opponent clearly. The person in front of him covered his face with a white veil, but several drops of blood had been splashed on the white veil. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, the familiar movements and aura were not Nangong Dai, but how could he stand there!

From Nangong Dai Yufeng's speed and panic expression, she was obviously escaping her life. Could she have met a cultivator in the True Yuan stage? Yuwen Zhouyuan said in his heart.

When Yuwen Zhouyuan was secretly speculating, Nangong Dai, whom he met by chance, was also very frustrated. He finally used the Golden Thunder Pearl Magical Artifact passed down by his master to destroy the shameless early-stage master of the true essence. However, not long after, he was entangled by a late-stage guy in a Taoist robe.

After seeing clearly that the Taoist priest was Han Dongyan, the head of the Snow Mountain Sect, Nangong Dai was even more shocked.

Although unlike the Five Guang Sect, the head of the Snow Mountain Sect is not their number one master, and his cultivation level is not even ranked among the top three. Han Dongyan is mainly good at sect management, but his cultivation level has reached the late stage of the True Yuan Great Perfection, and he is definitely not something that he, a small disciple of the True Qi stage, can compete with.

After only one round of the two, Nangong Dai was knocked away from afar. Fortunately, her opponent was powerful, and she had already fully estimated that she had laid several layers of defense in front of her, so she was not injured.

He barely escaped the disaster, but the slight luck mentality in Nangong Dai's heart was also thrown away. The power of the Great Perfection monk in the late stage of the True Yuan is definitely not comparable to that of himself.

Although Nangong Dai was a woman, she made a quick decision and immediately threw out all the aggressive talismans on her body. For a moment, the light flashed wildly, and the rumbling sound shook the sky. Taking advantage of Han Dongyan's distracting, Nangong Dai activated the last talisman to save her life, and she was teleported out again.

Unlike the teleportation array, the movement of the teleportation talisman is random and the distance is limited, so after completing the teleportation, Nangong Dai dared not neglect and immediately fled against the wind, hoping to escape as far as possible.

"Brother Yuwen! Go quickly, there is a strong enemy!" Nangong Dai shouted after seeing Yuwen Zhouyuan.

Yuwen Zhouyuan said anxiously: "Dai'er, what happened?"

Nangong Dai was about to speak, suddenly, a ball of white mist appeared silently in the air not far away, and a strong spiritual fluctuation was generated with it as the center.

Feeling the terrible pressure brought by the spiritual power, a ray of haze flashed across Yuwen Zhouyuan's face, his expression became gloomy, and his left hand grabbed the Tongxin Thorn and his right hand quietly took out the sucking Thorn.

The white mist rotated rapidly, and a figure gradually became clear inside.

The visitor was about fifty years old, with three long beards and fairy-like bones. On the first day of the first day, he looked like a Taoist man, but when he saw the other party's cultivation level, he couldn't help but secretly complain.

When Yuwen Zhouyuan found out that the disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect was Suhun, he knew that this person was Han Dongyan, the leader of the Snow Mountain Sect.

Just now, Yuwen Zhouyuan guessed that she had probably met a master above the True Yuan stage, but she never dreamed that she was the head of the Dignified Snow Mountain Sect!

"Bitch! Do you still want to leave?" Han Dongyan glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan casually and didn't care about this little monk who only had the sixth level of true qi at all, so he shouted to Nangong Dai.
Chapter completed!