Su Yiwen Lingzhao

Ge Qian was still in a coma, held by He Changying's neck, standing high in the air.

Like a lamb to the slaughter.

Everyone knows that with He Changying's spirit-transforming Taoism, Ge Qian can be easily killed with just the power of his palms.

The blurred figure looked at Su Yi nervously.

He is very aware of the temperament of the master, and has never compromised or backed down in the face of threats.

On the contrary, if the other party dares to kill Ge Qian, the master will dare to destroy the other party!

"Master, Ge Qian..."

The blurry figure couldn't help but speak, he naturally couldn't bear Ge Qian being killed.

"Don't worry, he won't die."

Su Yi spoke calmly.

"As long as fellow Daoist Su stops here, this son will naturally not die."

Not far away, He Changying spoke in a deep voice.

Cui Heng stood beside him, looking gloomy and ugly.

If He Changying hadn't acted in time just now, he would have almost been wiped out!

"No, you must die."

Su Yi's eyes were dull.

"Are you going to let this child live?"

He Changying's face sank.

"You don't have a chance."

Su Yi said, looking at He Changying from a distance.

In those pair of deep eyes, there was a glimmer of obscure mysterious light, as deep as a vortex of starry sky, and it seemed to open the door to hell.

Boom!

He Changying's soul was in severe pain, and a blank appeared.

In a trance, the great cultivator of the Spirit Transformation Realm only felt that his soul was imprisoned by a big hand, and he fell uncontrollably into the abyss of endless darkness.

An indescribable emotion of despair, helplessness, and fear suddenly ravaged my mind like a flood.

Not good!

Without hesitation, he pressed his palms to burst Ge Qian's neck.

But at this moment, his field of vision suddenly became higher, as if flying into the air, and then he saw that there was a headless corpse on the ground.

Dressed in a mysterious robe, holding a whisk in one hand and Ge Qian in the other.

And at the neck, there is a puddle of scarlet blood spurting out.

"This..."

He Changying's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was beheaded... his head?

When he realized this, He Changying's eyes darkened and he completely lost consciousness.

Pop!

His head rolled to the ground, and his face was full of surprise and confusion.

Pop!

There was another muffled sound, and his headless body fell to the sky.

This bizarre and terrifying scene made Cui Heng's soul rush out, and he shouted: "How... how is it possible?"

Before, Su Yi just glanced at He Changying, and cut off with a sword, and He Changying's head was thrown into the air!

From beginning to end, He Changying did not respond at all, let alone resist.

This is undoubtedly too intrusive.

"The secret method of the soul, the imprisonment of the soul!"

The blurry figure muttered.

"Your memory is not bad."

Su Yi laughed.

"Of course, my disciple remembers that after the master taught the little sister this secret method, the little sister used this secret method to practice with me. At that time, I was tossed by the little sister. Unspeakable."

The blurred figure sighed with emotion.

Qingtang…

Su Yi's smile faded.

He abandoned his distracting thoughts and looked at Cui Heng.

"Don't come here!"

Cui Heng shuddered, recovered from the shock, turned and fled.

When he loses his fighting spirit and chooses to retreat, he is a great cultivator in the spiritual realm, and there is no more threat.

Su Yi shook his head secretly, he originally planned to

With the power of kendo, he shattered a sword heart of this person, but now it seems that there is no need for him to do it, and the opponent's sword heart has been covered by fear.

Such a character is no longer worthy of the word sword repair.

Shhh!

Without delay, Su Yi swung his sword.

Hundreds of feet away, Cui Heng's body was still running wild, his head had been chopped off by a sword, and his forward body rolled to the ground with a bang from more than ten feet away .

Break his saber, shatter his sword heart, and behead his head!

At this point, the three Spirit Transformation cultivators, including He Changying, Li Hanmu, and Cui Heng, were all executed on the spot!

Clang!

Su Yi put away the Xuanwu sword and glanced at the blurred figure.

The blurred figure was stunned for a moment, and then he started to pick up the spoils.

He was seriously injured, but not only was there no resistance, but an indescribable joy filled his heart, as if he was back when he accompanied Su Yi on a trip back then.

Seeing the action of the blurred figure, Su Yi's eyes couldn't help showing a trance.

In the previous life, among the nine descendants he received, the little turtle ranked seventh, the Taoist name Xuan Ning, who has been guarding the mountain gate and suppressing the sect's luck.

He is a descendant of pure blood basalt, with extraordinary talent and amazing blood power.

However, in terms of comprehension, it is incomparable to any other descendant. Su Yi once commented that he has a blunt temperament and cannot take a shortcut to grow lotus at every step.

Even Su Yi never expected to meet this disciple on this Cangqing Continent.

How did Xuan Ning reach the Cangqing Continent?

How could he be so embarrassed?

How many surprises have happened in the years after your reincarnation?

… Doubts flooded Su Yi’s mind one by one.

In the end, he suppressed these doubts.

Tonight's events are not over yet!

"Master."

The blurred figure has been cleaned up and returned with Ge Qian.

This is a mark left in the past and cannot be changed.

"Don't wake him yet."

Su Yi glanced at Ge Qian.

"Yes."

Xuan Ning nodded without asking why.

"They were sent by the Demon Huan Clan to deal with you?"

Su Yi asked.

"Yes."

Xuan Ning nodded again.

"Now go find them with me, and I'll heal you when I get rid of them."

Su Yi said, turned and walked into the distance.

Xuan Ning was stunned, and a warm current surged in her heart.

He didn't say much and followed him silently.

In the Great Wilderness Kyushu, some Great Dao Lineages even gave the Master a nickname—

Su Xuanjun, the cub-guarding madman.

Boom!

In front of him, Su Yi waved his sleeves and robes, and the sun-shading formation that enveloped the world suddenly collapsed.

It was early morning and late at night, the wind was biting, and the leaves were flying.

The streets have long become deserted and bleak.

Su Yi stepped forward.

Soon, a group of figures came in a hurry, headed by Weng Jiu.

When he saw Su Yi, he couldn't help but startled.

"The movement just now was caused by fellow Daoist Su?"

Weng Jiu was puzzled and looked at Xuan Ning who was following Su Yi.

"I also

I thought that in this Jiuding City, whenever there was a battle, it would be immediately noticed by the Daxia royal family. "

Su Yi spoke calmly.

Stab Weng Jiu was surprised and embarrassed.

"The Huan of the Demon Clan is going to attack fellow Daoists tonight?"

Weng Jiu said gloomily.

"Anything aside, tell me first where the Demon Huan clan is stationed in the city."

Su Yi said casually.

Weng Jiu's heart trembled, he gasped, realizing that Su Yi was planning to kill!

“Friend Su…”

Weng Jiu was about to say something, but when he saw Su Yi's deep and indifferent eyes, his body couldn't help feeling a little cold, and he didn't dare to talk nonsense any more, and directly said the place where the Demon Huan clan was stationed.

Su Yi nodded and said, "Those corpses are still not far away, if you have checked, you can go now."

With that, he turned away.

Xuan Ning followed suit.

Watching them leave, Weng Jiu's expression changed for a while, and he sighed after a while: "Tonight... I'm afraid something big will happen!"

…

Magnolia Square, by the Qingyang Canal.

In a mansion lined with buildings.

The main hall is brightly lit.

"The young master has instructed that after the capture of Na Ge Changling, Hong Zhenren will do it, and use the 'chaotic magic chain spirit' to subdue his spirit and let him obediently be used by us."

The woman in the phoenix robe sat in the central main seat and said softly.

She is dignified and beautiful, wearing a phoenix robe, long hair in a bun, and her own power.

"Mrs. Minmin can rest assured."

On one side seat, an old man with silver beard and goatee smiled and said.

He heard from a long time ago that Mrs. Minmin has practiced a variety of wonderful double cultivation methods, which is enough to make any man fascinated and unable to extricate himself.

However, because Mrs. Minwen is the forbidden person of Huan Shaoyou, the old man with the goatee has never had the opportunity to try it.

"This old woman is getting more and more arrogant. When I find a chance in the future, I have to cut off his stuff!"

The woman in the phoenix snorted coldly.

"Mrs. Minmin, this Ge Qian is really so important, is it worth letting He Changying and the three of them work together?"

On the other side, a middle-aged man in purple robe asked in a deep voice.

The woman in the phoenix robe said, "According to the young master's plan, after surrendering Ge Qian, it is equivalent to planting a hidden stake beside Su Yi. After entering the Xumi Immortal Island, it is enough to use Ge Qian Qian Lai set up a killing game, cooperated with the young master, and killed Su Yi in one fell swoop."

Hong Zhenren and the middle-aged Zipao suddenly realized this.

"If I am the young master, I will do everything possible to get revenge after suffering yesterday's humiliation."

The middle-aged Zipao said, "Then Su Yi may have a fighting power against the sky, but he offends the Demon Huan clan, so what's the difference between finding his own way? In Xumi Immortal Island, it is the royal family of Daxia. But they can't save him!"

"Strange, He Changying and the others have already gone for an incense stick, how come they haven't come back yet?"

Goatee Hong frowned.

"Don't worry, this is Jiuding City after all. It will be a little troublesome not to attract the attention of the Daxia royal family. However, with the strength of He Changying and the others, they will not miss it."

The woman in the phoenix robe looked confident.

"It's the best."

Hong Zhenren laughed, his eyes could not help but sneak up on the graceful figure of the woman in the phoenix robe.

At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded outside the hall—

"Where is Huan Shaoyou?"