After a while, Li Xuan finally calmed down.

There was no sadness or joy on his face, but a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

The effect of taking the Vermilion Bird Fruit was extremely huge. Li Xuan was surprised to find that his cultivation had already broken through to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. What surprised him even more was that the Vermilion Bird Fruit actually left a strange fire.

Zhuque Golden Feather, this is the seventh kind of strange fire! Combining with the previous six kinds of strange fires has improved the strange fire Taotian Jue by another level! After this, Li Xuan's strength has been enhanced by geometric levels.

Now, even if he meets Yun Zun, he can easily fight.

The world of Yinran is almost unable to tolerate him.

If he accidentally became invincible again, Li Xuan smiled knowingly.

After his smile was curled, Li Xuan took a deep breath, stood up and walked out of the hole.

Sensing the power full of his body, Li Xuan opened his arms, raised his head, and let out a long roar! The roar was like a sharp sword that pierced the sky, shaking over the Luohun Valley, and all the surviving monks could not listen to it.

"This is...the middle stage of Nascent Soul cultivation, which one is it?"

The monks were all guessing the origin of this person.

"What a strong aura, is it Senior Brother Wu?"

The monks in Star City were a little excited.

"Where did the madman come from so arrogant..." The female cultivators in Baicao City whispered.

In a valley, Mo Minyi looked up in shock and murmured for a while: "It's him...but how could he break through the middle stage of the Nascent Soul!"

No matter what reactions the major forces have, Li Xuan's declaration came out as soon as it was released.

He was in the valley for more than two months, and he didn't have much time to leave the valley. It was time to be arrogant!... Outside the Valley of Soul, there was thunder and lightning, but the rain did not fall.

The passage that lasted for three months and fifteen days was slightly flashing and was almost unable to hold on.

"I didn't expect that this time only lasted for 105 days..." Elder Xingchen City looked at the passage and said with a calm face.

Old man Nie in Yunhaicheng laughed and said, "If you don't have the ability, it will be useless to stay in it for ten or eight years."

"Someone is out!"

Hang Zilong had sharp eyes and suddenly saw someone shaking in the passage, and couldn't help but look forward to it.

The results of this Soul Valley trial are related to the quota of the Demon Holy Association. All major forces attach great importance to it and all the sent out are elite disciples.

This time, Youzhou City sent Li Xuan and Long Buping, which was considered to be the result of all the elites. Now it is time to gain.

"If I could get a place..." Hang Zilong knew that this idea was too unrealistic, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Swish..." A light flashed at the entrance of the passage, and someone came out.

Judging from their clothes, you can tell that they are from the Sea God tribe without asking.

"Why are there only nine!"

The elder of the Sea God Tribe glanced at him and his face looked extremely ugly.

Nine monks from the Sea God Tribe walked out dejectedly and came to the elder without saying a word.

"Where has Wang Dong gone?"

The elder asked with a gloomy face.

"Senior brother has been missing for more than a month, and there is no news at all... I'm afraid he has fallen in the valley."

A disciple whispered.

"Wang Dong has fallen!"

A trace of sadness flashed in the elder's eyes.

“Huh?

Old Man Wu, you only have nine left... Tsk tsk, I'm afraid I'll be at the bottom this time."

Nie? The old man came over at some point and said with disdain.

The elder of the Sea God Tribe was about to take off, but a disciple said boldly: "There are indeed only nine left in our Sea God Tribe, but it may not be at the bottom.

There is a force that is killed by others, and I am afraid that none of them will come out!”

The elders of the seven major forces were all nearby. After hearing the disciple's words, they were slightly moved and asked in anger: "What were you talking about?

Which force was killed!"

The disciple was stared at by the elders and suddenly stuttered.

Before he could answer, another figure emerged from the passage. As soon as the man came out, he staggered to the front of Old Nie, kneeled down to the ground with his knees, and cried and shouted: "Nie

Ancestor, you have to make the decision for your disciples! All the senior brothers and the junior brothers are dead, all dead!"

Outside the Soul Valley, there was silence.

"Master Nie, they died so miserably!"

The man knelt at the feet of Old Nie, with his head disheveled, his hair was like a ghost, his clothes were torn into strips of cloth, almost unable to cover his body, and he looked like a beggar.

"This...what the hell is going on!"

Old Man Nie recognized the person in front of him, a peak Jindan monk with good qualifications, named Shen Jiaren.

This person is usually calm, but now he seems to be scared crazy, which makes Old Man Nie feel very embarrassed.

But what made Mr. Nie even more uneasy was what Shen Jiaren meant by "all dead"?

Shen Jiaren was still chattering, only saying the words "all dead", and his eyes were even more dull. It seemed that his spiritual consciousness was damaged and his consciousness was a little unclear.

Old Man Wu coughed dryly, walked over with a little smile, took out a pill from his arms and said, "This is Ningshen Pill, try swallowing it for him."

Old Nie snorted coldly and said, "You don't need to be hypocritical..." He waved his hand and pressed it on Shen Jiaren's Tianling hole. A soft green light spit out from his palm and penetrated into Shen Jiaren's sea of ​​consciousness.

.

After a moment, the crazy Shen Jiaren gradually calmed down, and a hint of spirit appeared in her eyes.

This period of time is not long or short, and several disciples of the forces have come back one after another.

There were only four people in the Ghost Sword Sect returning, which made their leader Jindan monk's nose spurt out of fire.

The Longtou Tuo power was unexpected, and eleven people successfully left the valley.

In a blink of an eye, the disciples of four forces had already come out, and there were still people from Xingchen City, Baicao City and Youzhou City disappeared.

The elder of Xingchen City, who looked like a jade-like face, looked calm and confident in the strength of his disciples.

His attention was more focused on Shen Jiaren, and he was obviously curious about the changes that happened in the valley.

The elder of Baicaocheng also looked indifferent, but God knows whether her heart is as calm as it appears.

Only Hang Zilong and Tong Lin from Youzhou City showed a trace of worry.

Seeing that other forces were suffering heavy losses, Youzhou City had not yet emerged, they felt very uneasy.

At this time, the disciples who came out all secretly said something to their elders.

After hearing this, these elders all showed a look of surprise. When their eyes fell on Shen Jiaren, the meaning was quite intriguing.

Especially the elder of the Ghost Sword Sect, after hearing this, he sneered and said, "So, we have suffered a lot of losses!"

At this time, Shen Jiaren had completely settled down, and the old man Nie said angrily: "Shen Jiaren, what happened in the valley is here, tell me slowly!"

"Master! I am the only one left in the fifty sects of our Yunhai City!"

Shen Jiaren said sarcastically.

Although everyone was expecting this, when he heard the exact news from Shen Jiaren, he still felt shocked.

Yunhai City is powerful. In this trial of Soul Valley, there are as many as seven monks who can make babies among the disciples they sent! As for Lei Deng and Zhang Wanrong, they are even more famous among the younger generation of monks.

Compared with the martial arts wise men in Xingchen City, it is no less than that.

Unexpectedly, such a powerful lineup was destroyed! "Who did it?"
Chapter completed!