Super Soldier King

The space on the second floor was about the same size as the first floor, but as soon as it came up, it felt like a gust of wind.

Ye Qian took a closer look and saw that there were two oil lamps on the wall, one on the left and one on the right.

It's just that one of them has been broken, and the other is slowly raising its light blue flame.

Could it be that someone has been here? Broke another extinguished oil lamp?

But for Ye Qian, this is good news, one opponent is better than two opponents.

He made a tactic with both hands, and a large group of spiritual power gathered into a sledgehammer in his hand, and slammed down on the oil lamp that hadn't been distracted by the mental power.

"clang!"

The sledgehammer and the lamp flame interlaced, and there was actually a metallic sound of gold and iron.

Afterwards, the lamp flame directly entangled the sledgehammer, and in the blink of an eye, it swallowed the sledgehammer directly!

And Ye Qian also felt that the trace of spiritual power connection attached to the sledgehammer disappeared.

not good! The human-shaped spiritual body slowly condensed in the lamp flame, its cultivation base is at least at the peak of the eighth level of Dao Realm, otherwise it would not be possible to easily devour his spiritual power.

Ye Qian took a step back, his whole body arched slightly.

And the figure inside the light blue flame became more and more clear, and finally formed the image of a Confucian scholar about eight feet tall.

As soon as the Confucian scholar fell to the ground, instead of fighting, he saluted Ye Qian lightly and said, "You fellow Taoist, please be polite, why don't you ride me?"

"What hussars? General hussars?"

"It's He Hussar! There is no general!"

Different from the mental power of King Zhenbei before, the spiritual power of this He Huoqi is light blue, but the more you look at it, the more you feel addicted to it.

"Shua!"

He Huyu stretched out his hand to grab it, used his own mental power to condense a paper fan, and slapped it in front of him a few times.

This action made Ye Qian, who was a little nervous, almost burst out the mental power he had accumulated for a long time.

The facial features on He Huuqi's face were much clearer than those of King Zhenbei.

Seeing his bright eyes, he chuckled lightly and said, "No one has come to this Jingyang Bell for so many years. Why do you and I fight and kill as soon as we meet? We are also strangers."

He Huoqi, who is emotional, regards himself as unlucky.

I'm just sorry, I don't have the time to waste time here with you.

Ye Qian stretched out his hand to grab it, and a long howling sound came from outside the stone tower.

He Huoqi still had a smile on his face, and said with a chuckle: "How about this, fellow Taoist, why don't you tell me where you come from and what kind of exercises you practice. There is still a long time in this stone pagoda, and we have plenty of time to learn from each other. two."

"Okay... die!"

Ye Qian stretched out his hand to grab it, and the Daoist Huasheng Saber rushed in. He aimed at the oil lamp behind He Huanqi, and swiped twice.

"Wow!"

Before He Huoqi knew what happened, he heard the sound of the oil lamp shattering.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, obediently hand over your mental strength to supplement me!"

"Is it?"

The light blue mental power on He Huanqi's body only dimmed for a moment, but it did not disappear.

"Do you think that broken oil lamp over there is a decoration? Thanks to that unlucky guy, otherwise you would have really plotted against me today."

"So what?"

Ye Qian's mind was moved, and the next moment, he had already grabbed He Huanqi's oil lamp with one hand, and the Dao Bing Huasheng knife directly backhanded the handle, smashing the oil lamp again.

The talkative He Piaoqi didn't have any more nonsense this time, sobbed and died.

He Huyuqi, although he talked too much and made people bored, he didn't like to fight anyway, so he brought Ye Qian enough mental power.

This time it took a whole stick of incense to absorb He Huanqi's memory fragments and mental power.

This guy's cultivation was only at the eighth level of Dao Sighting Realm, but later he devoured an unlucky mental body that was also on the second level, and by accident, he possessed the strength of the eighth level of Dao Sighting Realm.

But the strength is only that after all, this young master from a famous school, besides picking up girls and taking pills, can hardly do anything.

Even when he was fighting with a certain master of Jingyang Zhong, he was not the main opponent, but just a helper.

Memory fragments are useless, but mental power is full.

Ye Qian stood up, looking at the steps leading to the third floor, his body shone like a layer of sunlight.

He knew that this was a manifestation of the abundance of mental power in the distraction of mental power.

At least Ye Qian will have nothing to fear when he goes out to fight.

This third layer...

There are still about three sticks of incense left, Ye Qian put his heart on hold, if he encounters some kind of powerful person above, he will immediately run away without wasting time.

Unexpectedly, as soon as you go up to the third floor, the first thing you see are the four gilt pillars that go straight to the roof, and these pillars are carved with lifelike five-clawed golden dragons, and each golden dragon is wrapped around a child's arm. chain.

Ye Qian looked down again, the floor of the third floor was not the slate bricks below, it was actually a huge cast iron coffin!

unknown! unknown!

These golden dragon pillars can be seen as powerful restrictions at a glance,

The subconscious told himself that he must leave this weird third layer.

But just as Ye Qian took half a step, a shocking coercion suddenly rushed out from the cast iron coffin, forcing Ye Qian to be in awe on the spot and unable to move.

The Dao Bing's Transformation Saber let out a long cry, as if it had encountered some powerful enemy, without Ye Qian's driving, it automatically released four saber qi to protect Ye Qian's spiritual clone.

It's just that the coercion inside the cast iron coffin is really powerful. Even though Ye Qian used his whole body's mental strength to fight against it, he could feel that if the person inside the cast iron coffin insisted on keeping him here, he might really be able to do it. arrive.

Thinking of this, Ye Qian made a wise choice. He stood on the spot with his hands behind his back, and said respectfully, "Why should seniors embarrass juniors?"

After pausing for a moment, a tyrannical voice sounded from inside Ye Qian's head, "Hahaha, I'm not embarrassing, I'm just checking your cultivation level, unfortunately, you can only see the eighth level of Dao realm, if you can Seeing the strength at the late stage of the Ninth Level of Dao Realm can help me out of trouble."

Ye Qian curled his lips in his heart, did his head get wet? Helping such an ignorant person out of trouble, in the end, if he hurt himself and took Jingyang Bell away, wouldn't it be a story of a farmer and a snake.

This consciousness seemed to have guessed what Ye Qian was thinking, and he continued to buzz in Ye Qian's head.

"Don't worry, I won't take your life casually. We, as practitioners of the Daoist Realm, should avoid committing random killings. It will be detrimental to the future."

"this……"

Rao Ye Qian had some estimates of the inner world of this Jingyang Bell, especially after experiencing the remaining spiritual power clones of those masters of the Dao Realm before, he was shocked and vaccinated, but he never expected that, Here unexpectedly we can meet a powerful person who asks about the realm.

Ye Qian said with a dry smile: "I don't know what the name of the senior is, but the junior is well prepared."

"I am the seventh generation lord of the Tianfang Sect, so is Xie Lingyang!"

Tian Fangzong! metropolitan!

This sect was a well-known overlord in the former Nanzhou. Most of its sects practiced fragments of prehistoric exercises. Although there are few inheritances, their disciples have strong cultivation bases.

Later, its seventh-generation suzerain mysteriously disappeared, and the high-level exercises in the sect were lost, so it gradually declined. Only then did the Huangji sect, which has no weapons, rise up.

Such a long-standing sect, the leader of a sect, is actually imprisoned in this Jingyang Bell.

Such a scene made Ye Qian a little unbelievable.

"Boy, why are you in a daze, I said I am Xie Lingyang, is there still a fake?"

Ye Qian rolled his eyes and said: "Senior, I don't dare to doubt casually, but you can show some proof, for example, I heard that the 'Ten Days of Purple Flame Curse' practiced by Xie Lingyang is an ancient practice of the Eight Classics. Those who have witnessed the creation of Ten Sun Tongsheng, its power is more than dozens of times that of the fire magic that is spread in the world today, why not recite a scripture of this spell silently, senior, I..."

"Hmph, the younger generation is so cunning now? It's too much of a joke for you to try to extract the fragments of this ancient practice from the mouth of the old man!"

Ye Qian blushed, but quickly returned to normal.

"Senior is trapped here, unable to carry out his grand plans and ambitions. Now outside Nanzhou, it is already the world of Huangjimen. If senior is willing to give it all, this junior promises to help senior and restore Tianfangzong!"

Hehe, Ye Qian guessed in his heart that this kind of old monster still has some feelings for his sect.

Especially this Xie Lingyang, since he was the suzerain and the sect declined under his hands, doesn't he feel any guilt?

"Hehe, you really know how to make things up." Xie Lingyang's voice raised a little more, causing Ye Qian's mouth and nose to bleed, "I didn't want to be the suzerain of Fangzong that day. It’s easy, why bother to add a shackle to myself? Without the shackle, I just don’t have to carry a heavy load to move forward, wouldn’t it be beautiful!”

A few black lines were about to appear on Ye Qian's head. Xie Lingyang's thinking was not like an old monster who had been trapped here for hundreds of years, but was extremely agile.

Especially the last few words just now, there is almost a fearless attitude of a prehistoric practitioner looking at the world and desperately.

Xie Lingyang immediately said: "Boy, if you really want my skills or treasures, then exchange them with something of equivalent value!"

"what?"

"Get me out!"

Ye Qian snorted and said: "Senior, you just said that my cultivation base is not enough, why don't you give me a treasure of kung fu first, and help me cultivate to the ninth level of Dao Peering Realm and even break through to the realm of Asking Dao Realm. Wouldn't it be easy to save Senior at the right time?"

Xie Lingyang spat, "Of course you can't break this restriction directly, but you can save me with a curve."

"curve?"