After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect

Chapter 154 153. At the end of the soul threshold, pick out the evil treasure (8.6K words - please subscribe for the big chapter)

Whoosh~~

A rainbow light wrapped in black smoke passed over the frozen soil.

Although the flying snow here is terrifying, it can only freeze, peel off and land a very small number of evil spirits outside the black smoke.

The man in black robe and the female cultivator in silver robe inside were unscathed.

If he wanted to explore, he would need to use the "Sea Dividing Technique" to fly slowly, but since he wanted to pass through this place quickly, he couldn't use the first method slowly.

"pay close attention."

Song Yan said softly.

Immediately, he felt a pair of bare hands carefully hug his waist, and the delicate body pressed against his back.

This kind of emotion is not a rootless tree, but is cultivated through spending hundreds of years together in that illusion.

It can be said that Pei Xuehan has surpassed the time spent by any woman with him. But it was obvious that the two had known each other not long ago.

The strong sense of weirdness and contradiction arises at the same time along with the increasingly addictive tenderness.

The next moment, the rainbow light penetrated into another secret realm.

Different from the dead silence of the frozen soil, just after entering this secret realm, a shout of death came to my ears like gongs and drums.

The temperature turned from cold to warm, but it was an extremely uncomfortable temperature. The gray mist floating quietly in the air was like filth, making people want to avoid it.

But the fog envelopes the world, how to hide?

Song Yan's spiritual consciousness swept out, but was still hindered.

But in fact, there is no need for spiritual consciousness, because with just a slight glance, you can see many monks and monsters fighting together.

However, this kind of fighting is not between monks and monsters, but a "big fight".

All the monks and monsters went crazy.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes and fell on a headless monk again. He frowned slightly and confirmed an idea at the same time: these monks were not only crazy, but even if they died, they were still fighting because the evil spirits and evil spirits were also crazy.

The monks and monsters died, creating evil spirits.

The crazy evil spirit took over the body of the monk monster again.

What goes around comes around.

The thin mist constantly refreshes any existing memory.

Shrouded in this heavy fog is a world that "will not rest until death".

Pei Xuehan immediately pointed at the imperial art, tensed her whole body, and prepared to attack, because she had discovered that she and her man were being targeted by a monster.

A bear-headed monster with brown wings flew from the sky, roared, and slapped the two of them.

Pei Xuehan was about to take action, but Song Yan raised his hand and put it on the back of his hand, pressing it down gently. At the same time, the black smoke and rainbow light avoided the attack with great dexterity, and arced away in the foggy sky.

"Don't attack yet."

"Okay, Brother Dao."

Along the way, Pei Xuehan had already followed Song Yanyan's advice, because she had discovered that this Taoist brother was not only powerful, but also had a scheming personality that was superior to hers, so she simply gave up thinking.

Song Yan turned into a rainbow and flew, nimbly dodging attacks from monsters and monks one after another.

Fortunately, those crazy monsters and monks can easily change their targets. Their memories and thoughts will always be covered by new ones. Unless Song Yan is in their sight, they will take action, otherwise they will just kill aimlessly. Indiscriminate killing.

Whoosh~

Whoosh~~

In the rainbow sky, a very small number of the evil spirits who died outside the Ten Thousand Souls Banner mutated, went crazy, and began to fly away from the banner and devour everything they could find.

Although there are only very few at this time, as time goes by, there will be more and more. If Song Yan does nothing and just drives the Ten Thousand Soul Flags around here, the entire Ten Thousand Soul Flags will be corroded by the mist here.

This was only achieved by Song Yan by transforming the Ten Thousand Souls Banner into the Ten Thousand Souls Parallel Banner. If it had been anyone else, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner would have opened up a huge area due to the uncontrollability of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and then the evil spirits would have dispersed.

After circling for a long time, Song Yan had discovered the entrance to the next secret realm.

The increasingly intense scent of the sea of ​​bitterness seeped out from the secret realm.

That aura is even more than the aura of the sea of ​​suffering in the previous secret realms combined, so much that it can no longer be contained.

Perhaps, after the mist realm, it is the end of the soul threshold of the Prince.

What to do?

Suddenly, Song Yan's eyelids twitched because he discovered that the "Shadowless Phantom Crow" he had left in the secret realm of the flood had also lost contact.

This shows that the outsider has entered the secret realm of the flood.

This speed is without any hindrance or scruple, as if he is just on the road.

Song Yan's heart beat suddenly faster, and his scalp felt like a fine needle was piercing it, and a dryness in his mouth that he had not experienced for a long time suddenly arose.

A wolf in front and a tiger in back, that’s all!

what to do?

He took a deep breath and scanned his eyes quickly, trying to find a solution.

The terrain of the foggy land is mountainous, with great undulations and a wide stretch.

And if you look closely, the density of the fog is actually quite uneven.

It is thick in deep gorges, light in the sky, thick in deep mountains, and light in plains.

Song Yan circled around for a moment, then gritted his teeth and secretly said "Fight", then suddenly opened the Ten Thousand Soul Flag and fired it towards the entrance of the next secret realm.

But he went in.

He just paused at the entrance, and after seeing the crazy evil spirits scattered around the Ten Thousand Soul Flags, he suddenly said to Pei Xuehan: "Use the Sea Dividing Technique."

Pei Xuehan hurriedly cast a spell, and the mist in front of the two people separated, forming an airspace of about ten feet.

Song Yan put away the Ten Thousand Souls Flag, glanced at the surroundings, and thought to himself: 'In this way, if someone is chasing me from behind, it will be easy to judge that I have hurriedly entered the next secret realm. ’

Immediately, he wielded his sword and Pei Xuehan opened the way.

It took the two of them about half an hour to land in a canyon with thick fog.

After falling into it and finding a cave, Song Yan took out the paper house and threw it into the cave.

The paper house was instantly opened, and its walls only produced slight cracks in the corrosion of the fog, but there was no crack at all.

Song Yan took a deep breath and took out the "Small Heavenly Dao Gathering Array". The array flags fell into the canyon, and the array disk rotated slightly, causing the surrounding fog to gather slightly here, thus further protecting the paper house.

The fog fluctuated in thickness, which was still within the normal range. A "Small Heavenly Dao Gathering Array" was just a small "suction device" and would not cause any abnormality.

The next moment, he pulled Pei Xuehan into the paper house. Seeing that the latter was about to speak, he raised his finger and made a "silence" gesture.

Pei Xuehan's beautiful eyes swept, looking at this mysterious paper house in surprise, but she was startled immediately. Although she did not make a sound, she still raised her hand and pointed to the wall not far away.

Song Yan had seen it long ago.

As the fog thickened, the paper house once again endured a new wave of "strength tests", but this time it was not just a "slight crack", but a slight crack. But it's okay, it can hold up.

After doing this, Song Yan pulled Pei Xuehan into the house.

Since there is a wolf in front and a tiger behind, just hide and let the tiger behind fight the wolf in front.

But he was not 100% sure, but since the other party came aggressively, as if he was in a hurry, and killed the three "shadowless phantom crows" he left in front, it was reasonable to say that "he has quickly entered the next secret realm", because the other party was definitely not staring at him, so he would not deliberately stay here and search for him valley by valley.

At this time, he stood in front of the paper window in the paper house, looking at the thick fog like gray silk flowing on the sky outside the yard.

The house was frighteningly quiet.

Neither of them spoke.

Song Yan intertwined his fingers, and he understood: He knew nothing about the people and things involved in this king's soul threshold!

At this moment, he felt the same panic as when he encountered the "First Attack of Nanwu Jianmen" on Nanzhu Peak.

At that time, he was terrified, running wildly, like a minion, and even hid in the snow, pretending to be a snowman.

At that time, he was only at the third level of Lianxuan, while outside were high-level Lianxuan, even Jiang Palace monks.

It's almost the same now.

He thought that he had the right to speak after entering the Purple Mansion, but that was just in a small country.

Just thinking about it, he suddenly felt his hand gently covered by a pair of soft hands, and when he looked up, he met Pei Xuehan's gentle eyes. The years and memories of more than a hundred years of companionship flowed quietly in them, and there was a magic power to heal people's minds.

Those eyes seemed to tell him "regardless of life or death, I will accompany you and never leave you."

This sweet feeling, which seemed to be "legendary love", suddenly broke into Song Yan's heart, making him feel that the bond with this woman in the depths of his soul was getting deeper and deeper.

So deep that he began to be alert and afraid.

Because he had realized that it had only been a few days since he and Pei Xuehan met and fell in love, as if a hand had forcibly tied a red thread between them.

It seemed like a long time had passed, but it also seemed like only a moment had passed, when a strange, noisy, shrill sound suddenly came from afar.

The sound seemed to be made up of countless mosquitoes, flies, and insects, humming like a long bell, roaring like a deep-sea volcano, and whistling like a dark rising rock, exuding a heart-pounding natural disaster atmosphere, full of a strong sense of oppression.

This sense of oppression was not even comparable to that of the infant crying master.

Pei Xuehan hugged Song Yan tightly.

Song Yan himself was also a little pale.

But he soon calmed down, staring out the window with a pair of fierce and cold eyes, while secretly holding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, ready to take action at any time.

A moment.

A breath.

A stick of incense.

An hour.

A day.

Time passed quickly, but the sound did not appear again after it sounded in the distance.

Song Yan simply sat down cross-legged. Anyway, his spiritual sense could not detect the outside of the valley, so he might as well conserve his energy.

He had a vague feeling that perhaps. It was not far from the great change in the soul threshold of the king.

With the entry of Master Yingti and Gu Chi, many things here will be pushed to the end and come to an end.

But he knew very little about these things and could only rely on guessing.

But he couldn't even recognize all the people involved in this game, so how reliable could his guess be?

The pale paper house, the dim light could only illuminate the outlines of the two people.

Outside the courtyard was a floating thick fog, and outside the fog was an endless fight.

At this moment, it was the most dangerous and unknown situation Song Yan had ever encountered in his life.

In the Cold Pond Valley, he at least knew that Grandma Hu and Gu Huangzi were looking for him and wanted to kill him.

In the Misty Sea, he at least understood that his opponents were Grandma Hong and General Gu.

But now, he didn't even know who his opponent was, because in the eyes of those people, he might not even be considered an opponent.

He was not the center of this incident.

At this time, he had no choice but to delay his entry.

But he also knew that if the King of Henchmen Soul Threshold would eventually come to an end, then, even if he hid here, how long could he hide?

But he was still hiding, or waiting.

He was always very patient.

His heart did not weaken with the passage of time, but became more and more crazy.

His eyes were full of murderous intent, full of murderous intent brought by fear, anger, despair, excitement, and even hideousness.

His brain also turned rapidly, but he was forced to conserve his energy and quietly suppressed it, just waiting for the moment of rebound.

I don't know how long it took

Song Yan heard another slight "crackling" sound, which was the sound of shattering.

The air was slightly quiet.

The next moment, the shattering sound was like a drop of water falling into an oil pan, suddenly "crackling" and exploded, seeming to be everywhere, coming from all directions.

He suddenly swept around and found that the walls of the paper house had a large number of cracks.

Those cracks stretched like spider webs, and soon they covered several walls.

This shows that the bitter sea breath outside is rising at a terrifying speed, and the paper house can no longer bear it.

Song Yan raised his hand and retracted the "Small Heavenly Dao Gathering Array".

Suddenly, the appearance of the cracks stopped.

But both he and Pei Xuehan knew: the stop was only temporary, something had happened in the depths of the soul threshold, so this large-scale explosion of bitter sea breath would occur.

As for the secret realm outside, I don't know how many layers it has been stacked.

Pei Xuehan looked at the crack outside that had temporarily stopped, and suddenly called out softly: "Brother Dao."

Song Yan said: "What's wrong?"

Pei Xuehan looked at him seriously and said: "I know you have been worried that the sudden bond between us will become a trap.

I have thought about it seriously these days, and Brother Dao's worries must be right."

Song Yan looked at her silently and said: "Then what do you say we should do?"

Pei Xuehan grabbed his hand and smiled: "Kill me."

Song Yan said: "Killing you will only leave a bigger psychological flaw. This matter. There is no solution."

Pei Xuehan suddenly laughed happily.

She closed her eyes, leaned against Song Yan's arms, and said softly: "I finally know that Brother Dao is the same as in the illusion, both of you are so sharp-tongued but kind-hearted. You clearly have a solution, but you are unwilling to do it.

I am so naive, such a stupid female cultivator, after seeing Brother Dao's methods, I can think of a way, how could Brother Dao not think of it?

I can't survive the next secret realm.

And I don't want Brother Dao to step into this trap.

So."

She suddenly bent her fingers to control the sword, looked at Song Yan gently and said: "Xue Han is willing to become a ghost and accompany Brother Dao forever. In this way, Brother Dao's state of mind will be impeccable and can no longer be used by others."

Outside the house, the fog increased again, and the cracking sound of the wall began to sound again. The limit of what this paper house can hold has been reached.

Pei Xuehan has already raised the sword.

The sword light is cold, but it is suddenly clamped by Song Yan's two fingers.

Crack.

Crack, crack, crack.

The cracking sound outside the courtyard is getting more and more frequent.

Pei Xuehan chuckled and said, "Brother Dao, I have known you for less than half a year, right? Someone must have planted a demon in your heart."

Song Yan said, "I know."

Pei Xuehan said, "I will die. If you care about me, you will be dragged down."

Song Yan was silent for a while and asked, "Do you hate me?"

Pei Xuehan smiled and shook her head, "I had already made plans to die when I entered the soul threshold.

I should have died at the ancient skeleton.

I am very satisfied to meet Brother Dao and spend a hundred years together.

Thank you."

Song Yan suddenly bent his fingers, and a flying sword buzzed out from his storage space, floating in the air, full of sword energy.

Pei Xuehan looked at him in surprise, as if it was the first time she knew that he was also a sword cultivator.

Then, she seemed to understand something and slowly closed her eyes.

Song Yan raised his hand and pointed his fingers at her forehead.

"I will kill my people myself."

"In this way, my state of mind will never be complete, because I must kill the person who caused all this to happen.

No matter how the accomplice takes me into the illusion again, my bond will only be it and the person behind it.

Maybe it will be the entire Buddhist sect!

Hundreds of years, thousands of years, ten thousand years

It will never seduce me again!"

He took a deep breath, and the finger had slowly dragged a soul out of the beauty's body and turned it into an accomplice.

He dragged it very slowly, as if he was slowly cutting his flesh with a serrated knife.

He wanted to remember the pain and resentment at this moment forever.

The Buddhist monk used hundreds of years in the illusion to plant a demon in his heart, but he turned the demon into a complete resentment towards Buddha, and he could never be saved again.

After a moment.

The billowing black smoke flew out from the extremely dense fog in the deep valley and went to the secret realm ahead.

The ripples in the space spread, and the black smoke was rolled into it.

The secret realm behind had been cleared out long ago, and a huge gray sun was floating in the unobstructed gray sky.

Take a closer look!

That was not the sun, but a terrifying gray "hydrangea", a hydrangea with countless ghosts circling inside and outside. Inside were countless souls.

But this "gray sun" already had a hole, and in the hole was a string of gray dark gold beads floating in the mist.

There were nine beads in total, floating and rotating in a scattered manner, as if directing the operation of the entire "gray sun".

There was no doubt that these nine beads were the evil treasures.

Under the beads, Song Yan hurriedly scanned.

He saw the Infant Crying Master.

In addition to the Infant Crying Master, there was actually an even more terrifying seven-tailed demon fox that came in from nowhere at some point. The demon fox and the Infant Crying Master were facing a strange man wearing a mask and a red robe.

Strangely, the three seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

Gu Chi, Lu Mo, and Han Yuling were also there, but they were also motionless and sleeping.

As for Tang Fan and the other two treasure hunters, although they were also sleeping, they were well protected.

The seven-tailed demon fox of unknown identity and realm was still protecting the three people even though they were in the illusion, so that the three people were only in the illusion and had not suffered any other damage.

The sad gray sun rotated in the sky.

Nine dark gold beads moved like stars.

There was no fighting, no battle.

In the sky and on the ground, there was a strange harmony and silence.

And at the moment when Song Yan appeared, a gray-robed monk came from afar and appeared in front of him. He put his hands together and bowed slightly to him, and Song Yan fell into the illusion directly.

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His last remaining thought was: Sure enough, this monk was really acting with a purpose.

He entered the illusion again, but he could let the illusion seduce him in every way. He only wanted to find the monk who seduced him and then kill him.

Ten years.

Twenty years.

Fifty years.

One hundred years.

From his youth to his old age, he has been looking for the monk, and he wants to kill the monk.

This time, when the time comes, nothing will come to him to ask him "Is it so important whether it is true or false?".

And the first moment he opened his eyes, he grabbed the monk with a bloody hand and exploded him.

But, unexpectedly: another monk appeared!

He fell into the illusion again.

And the quick glance before falling into the illusion was. He saw that the breath of the sea of ​​suffering increased, and he also saw that the demons were still sleeping.

If the breath of the sea of ​​suffering continued to increase, so much that it would drown him the moment the monk withdrew the illusion, then it would be a sure kill.

Song Yan found that even if he had planted a deep hatred for the monk and even the entire Buddhist sect in his heart, he would never fall into the monk's illusion again, and would not leave deeper and deeper flaws in his heart, but it was still useless.

It was completely useless!

His power and calculations were too weak in front of stronger and more weird powers.

Another hundred years of hunting down Buddhists.

Again awake.

Again killed the monk in front of him in seconds.

Again saw more bitter sea auras.

If no monk appeared to drag him into the illusion, he would immediately set up the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to fight against the terrible bitter sea auras.

But, as expected, another monk appeared.

He fell into the illusion again.

And this time, in the illusion, he was flying his sword to look for the monk, and the sky suddenly broke like a mirror, as if it was violently torn apart by some powerful external force.

Before Song Yan could react, he heard a sharp roar: "Insect King, let's put aside our grudges and attack together!!

You came here because you didn't find anyone to pick you up. You were also led here by the Tiger King! The Tiger King's divine consciousness has not dissipated yet, and it wants revenge!

You and I will suppress the Tiger King together, and then let the three treasure hunters take the evil treasure at the core together!

After completion, retreat together.

Beads, you four and I five, after all, I have done more.

As for how to divide it in the end, let's talk about it after we go out!

The next game between us will also be fought outside!"

The fierce roar was made by the seven-tailed fox.

And "Insect King" obviously refers to the red-robed man opposite it.

The mask covering his face and the fluttering red robe are obviously a roll of black Fuyao, a cold whirlwind, you can't even see that it is countless strange little insects.

"Okay."

The Insect King responded with a strange voice.

Master Yingti also suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Song Yan, and said: "Let's talk about your grudge with Gu Chi after we get out! Let's work together to suppress the Tiger King first, otherwise, no one can get out alive! The Seven-tailed Ancestor of my Multi-tailed Fox Clan is here, and I will not lie!"

After saying this, it suddenly looked at Gu Chi, who was staring at Song Yan with a cold gaze, and shouted: "General Gu, the overall situation is more important!"

Gu Chi replied in a muffled voice: "Okay."

Immediately, all the strong men here took action, and powerful energy went to the gray scorching sun in the sky.

A large number of ghosts and evil spirits flew out of the scorching sun and flew towards these energies, forming a balance of intersection in the air.

The balance soon began to move, but it was towards the gray sun.

It is obvious that the strength of the Insect King and the Seven-tailed Demon Fox Ancestor is really terrifying. Maybe they have already entered the existence of the Divine Infant, or even if they haven't, they are half a step into the Divine Infant.

A violent tiger roar suddenly sounded in the sky.

A huge tiger head shadow appeared outside the nine beads.

Balance was pressed back again.

The two sides pulled for a while, and both played their trump cards. After all, no one could hide their trump cards at this time.

Balance was repeatedly tug-of-war.

Suddenly, the tiger head wailed.

The seven-tailed fox stared at the tiger head, as if to confirm whether its wailing was true or not.

In a moment, it was sure and said sternly: "Now, take the evil treasure!!"

As the voice fell, Tang Fan and the other three treasure seekers had to take it.

But the strange thing was that there was no reluctance in the eyes of these three people. Along the way, and in the illusion just a few hundred years ago, these three people had already formed a deep relationship with several demons of the mountain and sea demon clan.

There is family affection, master-disciple affection, and even... love.

Time can ferment feelings endlessly, making them inseparable and difficult to separate.

Who can resist the power of it?

For example, Tang Fan, who had been connected with Master Yingti for nearly a thousand years in the illusion, was no longer afraid of "killing the donkey after it has done its job" because he believed that Master Yingti would never kill him. In fact, Master Yingti felt the same way. In the eyes of this six-tailed fox demon, Tang Fan was no longer a tool, but a very important junior.

Perhaps, among all the people present, there was only one person who did not have these feelings born in the illusion, and that was Song Yan.

The longer time goes by, the stronger the hatred becomes.

He was holding a butcher knife in his hand, and the handle was connected to his flesh and blood. How could he put it down?

The three treasure hunters and three silhouettes rose from the ground and shot through the air towards the nine evil beads high up.

Tang Fan was also among them.

At this moment, Tang Fan suddenly felt a strong palpitation and intense pain. A scene suddenly appeared in front of his eyes: Master Ying Cry was dead!

This scene disappeared in an instant, and Master Yingciao was still standing alive.

However, the emotional impact of that moment was huge. The impact would have only made Tang Fan feel sad, but for some reason, at that moment, the sadness was infinitely magnified to the point where his vision went black, he fell from the sky, and spit out a mouthful of blood. .

Everyone feels like something is breaking down inside their bodies

That is the heart of the Tao.

Someone opened a rift in their hearts and then tore them apart desperately.

At this moment, everyone felt that their level was declining, except for Song Yan.

At this moment, the weak Tiger King roared angrily: "Take action!"

After the words fell, a white rainbow appeared around the gray sun.

The white rainbow streaked across the sky, quickly lingering around the various ghosts outside the gray sun like a thread.

Whoosh!

A treasure hunter dies!

Whoosh!

Another death!

Whoosh!

Tang Fan looked at the hole in his chest and slowly stretched out his hand in disbelief, but it finally fell down.

The Baihong did not stop, and not only was it fast, it was also able to tell who was the weakest at that moment.

Bai Hong chose Lu Mo.

Whoosh! !

The Deer Demon was severely injured.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh! !

Bai Hong passed by quickly, and several people were injured one after another, including Song Yan.

The strength of Bai Hong's body is extremely terrifying, and she seems to be completely ignoring evil spirits' sniping attacks.

He saw the figure in the white rainbow, a female figure, but there was countless resentment hidden in the woman's eyes.

After several fights, Bai Hong retreated and floated next to the Tiger King, showing the appearance of a cold female cultivator.

The red-robed insect king raised his head and said in a cold voice: "When did Dong Junhui of the Baihong Ancient Clan cooperate with the Tiger Emperor, and also knew how to trick me into entering through teleportation? It seems that the blood feud you said is all nonsense."

The cold female nun known as Dong Jun said: "All the monsters of the Mountain and Sea Monster Tribe deserve to die! And"

A sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, "The one I am working with is not the Tiger King."

Master Yingting looked at the three dead treasure hunters in despair.

It spent a lot of energy on these three treasure hunters!

Moreover, as it looked at the dead Tang Fan, an indescribable pain arose in its heart, and every time this pain arose, it felt that its realm was falling a little lower, as if there was some mysterious power doing this.

It suddenly recalled everything between itself and Tang Fan in the fantasy world. Those feelings were born in extremely weird ways, but the novice monk of the Sea of ​​Bitterness would not seduce, and could not seduce. Everything should be its spontaneous emotions.

"retreat!"

The ancestor of the seven-tailed demon fox suddenly spoke out.

But from high up, a joking laugh suddenly came: "Where to retreat?"

The laughter was accompanied by the pained roar of the tiger.

The tiger's head slowly faded away, revealing the figure of a strange monk whose whole body was exuding black smoke. A strong man from the Baihong Ancient Clan, known as Dongjun, stood beside the monk, looking down at the red-robed man coldly and saying: "Insect King, you are well-informed, do you recognize this person?”

The Insect King looked up at the monk, lost his voice slightly, and said: "Devil Monk!

In the sea of ​​suffering, some terrifying obsessions adhere to the principles of Buddhism and save the world.

But there are still some that seduce the world.

They can easily draw out the desires of the human heart and make people sink, and then they have the means to destroy the target's Taoist heart through these flaws in the human heart. "

The black-smoked monk joked: "I was wandering in the sea of ​​suffering, and finally came to this King's Pearl.

But the Tiger King in the King's Pearl was too obsessed with it, and he had so much control over the evil treasure that I couldn't compete with it.

Therefore, I can only ask you to help me.

Over the years, many people have come to help me.

Lao Na was also very grateful to them, so he let them sink into the illusion one by one. Therefore, Lao Na gradually gained some strength to compete with the Tiger Emperor.

Later, Lao Monk imprisoned the novice monk in the sea of ​​suffering.

Buddhism is very stupid. They are very particular about whether I will go to hell or who will. Therefore, if they want to resolve the evil cause and effect of demons, they have to become demons themselves.

They changed from novices to maids, listening to Lao Na's command.

After that, Lao Na seduces people, and they convert people, and they are invincible.

Your strength is the last step to break the balance between Lao Na and the Tiger Emperor.

Where do you want to go now? "

The black smoke demon monk raised his hand to cover the cage, and many novice monks poured out.

The red-robed insect king and the ancestor of the seven-tailed demon fox looked at each other, and suddenly two powerful forces burst out.

Master Yingxiao, Gu Teeth, Deer Demon and others also tried their best to attack.

But the realm of these people has fallen, and it is just in vain at this time.

And white rainbows flashed past one after another, constantly weakening their power.

Although Song Yan was only in the early stage of Zifu, he had eaten ancient skeleton shadow puppets, so his physical strength was not bad.

At this moment, the ancestor of the seven-tailed demon fox suddenly groaned, blood mist floated around his body, and his seven tails seemed to be burning.

The same goes for the Master Yingciao on the side.

The two foxes actually danced.

Following the dancing movements, the Demon Monk's attack actually slowed down, and there was even a feeling that it was no longer falling towards the two.

"swallow!"

Suddenly, a loud shout was heard.

The dark demon monk turned into a huge face that covered the sky, opened his mouth and sucked the fox demon, insect king, wolf demon and others into his mouth frantically, and then. All the purple palaces on the ground were sucked in.

Including Song Yan.

Including Dong Jun.

The terrifying struggle began.

Everything seemed to be stuck in a state, and no one could move.

The demon monk was like a well-fed person, with a stomach full of food. If he moved, his stomach would explode.

The purple palaces were trying their best to deal with it, and they couldn't get away.

"There is no one here who can pick up the evil treasure. Everything should end."

The demon monk grinned.

The ancestor of the seven-tailed demon fox suddenly looked at Song Yan and Han Yuling, and said: "Self-destruct the soul and drill a hole!"

The two were human beings, and the weakest, so they should be sacrificed at this time.

Han Yuling's face changed drastically. Although he knew that he could not escape, he was unwilling to die.

Song Yan suddenly said, "Ancestor, I have a way to break the hole."

The Seven-Tailed Fox Ancestor snorted coldly, "Really?"

Song Yan said, "Cover me."

The Seven-Tailed Fox Ancestor said, "Okay! If you succeed, I'll take care of your and Gu Chi's affairs!"

Before, Song Yan had only used the spells in the "Ghost Infant Sutra", but now he suddenly grabbed the pitch-black Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

He raised his hand to designate a direction, and the evil spirits danced wildly, exploding one after another.

Seeing the amazing power of this soul explosion technique, the demons knew there was a chance, so they worked together and used their power to the place where Song Yan fell.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!!!

Continuous explosions, continuous power fell on the same point.

That point finally opened.

Song Yan flew out to that place like lightning, and just when the Seven-Tailed Fox Ancestor behind him was about to follow him out, he swung the banner violently, and a series of spirits desperately filled the gap back.

The rumbling explosion blocked the Seven-Tailed Fox Ancestor.

The point that the demon monk broke quickly healed.

Song Yan did not stop, and rushed to the nine dark gold beads in the distance. In the eyes of everyone who could not believe it, he raised his hand and quickly grabbed them.

However, as soon as he touched the first one, intense pain came.

He held on tightly, and put his thoughts and soul into the dark gold bead, and began to refine it.

The demon monk closed his mouth and continued to digest the demon in his mouth, but his eyes suddenly turned to Song Yan and looked at him.

One was digesting the evil treasure, and the other was digesting the demon. The air became quiet and time seemed to stand still.