If it weren't for Youhuo Mingjun, an experienced ghost master, Chen Xuan would have allowed the souls of Gui Yaotian and Xiong Debiao to escape.
"Spare your life! Lord Evil Emperor, spare your life!"
The souls of Gui Yaotian and Xiong Debiao were captured by Youhuo Mingjun. The two men instantly lost their ferocious aura and kept crying for mercy.
However, Chen Xuan didn't even look at the two of them, and only told Lord Youhuo Ming: "These two souls can be used to refine puppets."
Hearing Chen Xuan's words, Gui Yaotian and Xiong Debiao were so frightened that if their souls were refined into the puppet, life would be worse than death.
The two of them were about to continue begging for mercy, but Lord Youhuo no longer gave them a chance to speak. He used a soul-binding spell to imprison their souls and put them into Chen Xuan's storage bag.
Chen Xuan was about to leave when he saw the white elixir bottle in the corner of the tomb out of the corner of his eye. He immediately raised his right palm, took the bottle into his hand and opened it. He saw that there was an elixir flowing with bright red blood inside, with a strong aura.
Blood emanated from it.
"Is this the so-called Shengsheng Hematopoietic Pill?"
Chen Xuan felt slightly happy and put the elixir bottle into his storage bag to verify it later.
When Chen Xuan walked out of the Tomb of the Netherworld, he heard a faint roar from high in the sky, as if there were high-level monks fighting in the air.
Chen Xuan had obtained the secret method of Wuhun, and there was no need to stay in the dangerous Qingshakou. When he was about to leave the road, he found that the surrounding terrain had changed, and he could no longer find the road he had just taken.
Chen Xuan frowned when he discovered this. Qingshakou is indeed easy to get in and difficult to get out. Even if you fly in the air to find your way, you still have to deal with the resentful souls hidden in the sky and all kinds of weird twisted spaces. It can be said that the air is better than the ground.
More dangerous.
As a last resort, Chen Xuan could only carefully explore the outside after identifying the direction. Occasionally, the sound of some monks fighting could be heard in the distance. He didn't know if other desperadoes were fighting with the resentful souls in Qingshakou.
After walking for a short distance, Chen Xuan suddenly heard a deafening explosion of vitality directly above his head, followed by an extremely violent vibration of vitality that spread in all directions and spread far and wide.
Chen Xuan immediately used the body protection technique and hid behind a broken mountain peak, waiting for the turbulent flow of vitality to disappear.
But the next moment, he saw a figure flying straight down from high altitude and landing steadily on the ground.
This person is dressed in silver heavy armor, wearing a silver mask on his face, holding a silver spear, with star eyes like swords, majestic and heroic appearance. It is Lanling General Chu Xiuling! "Is it you?"
Chen Xuan and Chu Xiuling spoke out at the same time.
Then Chu Xiuling's eyes showed a look of surprise. He followed Yunqin's first general Bai Junlang into Qingshakou and killed the resentful martial souls everywhere as a practice. However, he never saw Chen Xuan and was about to question Yun Zhongjun.
But they encountered two mysterious strong men who appeared on the battlefield yesterday, so a battle broke out between the two sides.
"Chen Xuan, the one with the thin skin and tender meat below will be left to you!"
Bei Gong Xian's voice reached Chen Xuan's ears from high altitude. This time, Chen Xuan finally managed to see clearly that it was Bei Gong Xian and Yun Zhongjun who were fighting in the sky directly above them.
However, Jian Zhou and Bai Junlang were not within Chen Xuan's field of vision, and the other gods of Jiuge did not appear either.
But Chen Xuan thought that Jian Zhou did not help Bei Gongxian deal with Yun Zhongjun, which means that Jian Zhou may have met a more powerful opponent, and this opponent or this group of opponents is most likely the god of Jiuge and the number one general in Zhongzhou.
Bai Junlang.
When Bei Gongxian finished speaking, Yun Zhongjun sneered and said: "It's really interesting. This is the first time I have heard of the Xingluo organization. The two Xingluo friends have advanced cultivation skills that are very admirable. If you just want to compete with our Jiu Ge, you two alone are not enough!"
"Is it?"
Bei Gongxian responded lightly, and there was no pressure to deal with Yun Zhongjun's Shinto magic. "Bai Junlang and your two gods from Jiuge can barely hold Jian Zhou down. If the leader of the Feijing Assassin doesn't come out, I’m afraid none of you Jiuge can touch even a piece of Jian Zhou’s clothes.”
The two of them were fighting and talking, both wanting to find out more from each other.
When Chen Xuan heard this, he suddenly felt a spear stabbing his eyes! "Xuanchen, your opponent is me. Today I will end the unfinished battle yesterday!"
Chu Xiuling shook his gun and stabbed Chen Xuan hundreds of times in an instant.
Seeing that Bei Gongxian and Jian Zhou were not under pressure, Chen Xuan didn't mind fighting again with General Lanling, who was even more beautiful than a peerless beauty.
After catching hundreds of shots from Chu Xiuling, Chen Xuan found that Chu Xiuling was actually stronger today than yesterday. This person's progress was so fast that Chen Xuan had not expected it.
Chen Xuan had a vague hunch that Chu Xiuling was very likely to break through in this battle! "Hmph, it's a good idea to use my momentum to break through!"
Chen Xuan avoided Chu Xiuling's spear martial arts like taking a leisurely stroll, sometimes counterattacking with Dugu Sword Intent, and sometimes using Tai Chi's four-liang technique of moving a thousand pounds to move the gun body, which made Chu Xiuling feel impatient that he was unable to use his strength.
Even though his marksmanship became more sophisticated, he still couldn't force Chen Xuan to use his true skills. Chu Xiuling's anger surged, and he raised his spear horizontally. The huge body of the Black Martial God immediately appeared behind him! Chen Xuan's eyes flashed, and he sensed that the Black Martial God's aura was even more terrifying than yesterday. , the Black Martial God who dominates killing, death, and destruction just complements the fierce place of Qingxiakou, and Chu Xiuling is about to break through and return to the void, which means that the Black Martial God today is more powerful than yesterday! It is no longer Chen Xuan who uses Dugu with his bare hands. Sword Intent or Zhenwu Fist Intent can handle it.
I saw the Black Martial God slashing with his sword, carrying endless power. The sword finger of Chen Xuan's right hand activated his sword intention to resist. With a hiss, a stream of blood spurted out from his finger.
Seeing that Chen Xuan was injured, the corners of Chu Xiuling's mouth raised slightly, and then he drove the Black Martial God to continuously cut down the giant sword and thrust out the spear, forcing Chen Xuan to retreat continuously.
"You don't even have a martial spirit, so you will only become my defeated general in the end."
Chu Xiuling's self-confidence resurfaced, and he knew that his Black Martial God was invincible among martial arts practitioners of the same level.
At this moment, Chu Xiuling was a little disappointed with Chen Xuan. If Chen Xuan was stronger, he would be able to break through and return to the void by fighting Chen Xuan.
The most troublesome thing for Chen Xuan now is not to reveal too many trump cards in front of Chu Xiuling. He doesn't want to use the Xuanyuan Sword, the Demon Sect's Holy Mark, or the other two magical powers.
There are several top monks watching from the sky. Once he exposes his trump card, it will not be so easy to survive today.
Therefore, Chen Xuan fought and retreated, planning to use expendable tactics to drain Chu Xiuling's mana.
At the same time, in a certain area of Qingxiakou, two groups of desperadoes were fighting fiercely for a Daxia relic.
But as they were licking, they noticed something was wrong and looked up to the sky in unison.
A dozen men and women in white were walking with swords and stopped in the sky above the two groups of desperadoes.
"Who are you?"
One of the desperadoes asked fiercely.
None of the dozen or so men and women in white clothes in the air answered the fugitive's words. The young man in front of him, who was majestic and tall, with fierce sword intent flowing all over his body, said to the other men and women in white clothes behind him: "This is already the hinterland of Qingzhao.
It is suitable for the training of our young disciples of Yitian Wanjian Sect.”
