Chen Xuan nodded slightly: "You are doing a good job."
If it weren't for the experienced master of ghost paths, Youhuo Mingjun, who was here, Chen Xuan would have really let Gui Yaotian and Xiong Debiao's souls escape.
"Give up your life! Lord Evil Emperor!"
Gui Yaotian and Xiong Debiao's souls were captured by Youhuo Mingjun. They instantly lost their fierce aura just now and kept begging for mercy.
However, Chen Xuan didn't even look at the two of them, and only gave a command to Youhuo Mingjun: "These two souls can be used to refine puppets."
Hearing Chen Xuan's words, Gui Yaotian and Xiong Debiao were so scared that they were so scared that they could be so scared that they would be worse than death if their souls were refined into the puppet.
The two were about to continue begging for mercy, but Youhuo Mingjun no longer gave them a chance to speak. They used the soul-binding spell to imprison their souls and put them in Chen Xuan's storage bag.
Chen Xuan was about to leave, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw the white pill bottle in the corner of the tomb. He immediately raised his right palm and took the bottle into his hand and opened it. He saw a pill with bright red plasma flowing inside, and strong qi and blood were emitted from it.
"Is this the so-called blood-making pill?"
Chen Xuan was slightly happy and put the elixir bottle into the storage bag to prepare for verification.
When Chen Xuan walked out of the Netherworld Tomb, he faintly heard a roar from the sky, as if a high-level monk was fighting in the air.
Chen Xuan had already obtained the secret technique of martial souls, so he did not need to stay in the dangerous Qingshakou. When he was about to leave the road when he was about to go, he found that the surrounding terrain had changed and he could not find the way he had just now.
Chen Xuan frowned when he discovered this. It was indeed easy to come in and go out. Even if he flew into the air to find a way, he had to deal with the resentful souls hidden in the sky and various strange twisted spaces. It can be said that the air is more dangerous than the ground.
As a last resort, Chen Xuan could only carefully explore the periphery after identifying the direction. Occasionally, some fierce fighting sounds of monks came from afar. I don’t know if other desperate guests were fighting with Qingshakou’s resentful souls.
After walking for a short distance, Chen Xuan suddenly heard a deafening explosion of vital energy coming from the sky above his head, and then the extremely violent vital energy fluctuated everywhere and spread from afar.
Chen Xuan immediately used the body protection technique and hid behind a broken mountain to wait for the turbulent flow of energy to disappear.
But the next moment, he saw a figure flying straight down from a high altitude and landing steadily on the ground.
This man was wearing heavy silver armor, a silver mask on his face, a silver spear in his hand, starry eyes like swords, majestic and heroic. It was General Lanling Chu Xiuling! "Is it you?"
Chen Xuan and Chu Xiuling spoke at the same time.
Then Chu Xiuling's eyes showed a look of surprise. He followed Bai Junlang, the first general of Yun Qin, into the Qingshakou, and killed the resentful souls of martial arts cultivators everywhere for training. However, he had never seen Chen Xuan. He was about to question Yun Zhongjun, but he encountered two mysterious strong men who appeared on the battlefield yesterday, so the battle broke out between the two sides.
"Chen Xuan, I'll leave the fine skin and tender flesh below to you!"
Beigong Shi's voice came into Chen Xuan's ears from the sky. This time, Chen Xuan finally barely saw clearly that it was Beigong Shi and Yun Zhongjun who were fighting at the height of the sky.
Jian Zhou and Bai Junlang were not in Chen Xuan's vision, and Jiuge's other gods did not appear.
But Chen Xuan thought that Jian Zhou did not help Beigong Shi deal with Yun Zhongjun, which shows that Jian Zhou may have encountered a more powerful opponent, and this opponent or this group of opponents is likely to be the god of Jiuge and the number one general in Zhongzhou Bai Junlang.
More than a dozen men and women in white walked on the sword and stopped above the two groups of desperate guests.
"Who are you?"
One of the outlaws asked viciously.
None of the dozen white-clothed men and women in the air answered the words of this desperate guest. The young man who was so majestic, heroic, and sharp, and had a sharp sword intent all over his body said to the other white-clothed men and women behind him: "This is already the heart of the Qingshou, which is suitable for the training of our young disciples of the Yitian Wanjian Sect."