Supreme Martial Artist

"This means that she did die here, but her soul was taken away."

In an instant, Xuan Zhao felt a chill on his back.

He shivered violently.

An endless killing intent enveloped him.

He quickly came back to his senses and looked at Ye Xinghe in shock.

Ye Xinghe's tone was solemn.

"Who dares to kidnap my sister's soul?"

Xuan Zhao closed his eyes and was silent for a moment, then suddenly his hand shook.

Several light and shadows formed by black mist appeared in the void in front of them.

They looked like three middle-aged monks.

Xuan Zhao pointed in a certain direction and said in a deep voice: "It's over there."

Ye Xinghe nodded.

At this time, the murderous intent on his face had not dissipated, but his mood had become very calm.

He did not go to seek revenge immediately, but said in a deep voice: "Help me find a few more remnant souls."

Xuan Zhao asked: "When did you die here?"

Ye Xinghe said: "A little earlier than my sister."

Xuan Zhao nodded.

The black mist continued to condense, and after a moment, he said in horror: "Brother, that was already a thousand years ago!"

Ye Xinghe felt a little confused for a moment.

"Unknowingly, a thousand years have passed?"

Thousands of years pass in a blink of an eye.

The flow of time in the Xuanhuang world and the Xuanming world are different.

When I was in the big world of Xuanhuang, I still couldn't feel it.

Returning to this place, it all became so touching.

Soon, several residual souls appeared.

Ye Xinghe's mouth twitched momentarily.

He remembered these people very clearly.

They were the men of the man who came here to kill him.

Ye Xinghe said: "Let's go find those people first."

The three of them flew away in the air.

Looking down at the world below, Wang Feng said softly: "The speed of time here and in the Xuanhuang World is about ten to one."

"Ten years of cultivation here is equivalent to one year in the Xuanhuang World. It is a good place for cultivation."

Xuan Zhao also nodded and said: "Yeah, it's a pity that the spiritual energy is thin, but it doesn't matter. We brought a lot of resources this time, which is enough to solve this problem."

Ye Xinghe said sadly in his heart: "If it wasn't a geomantic treasure, I wouldn't have brought you here."

"However, what you don't know is that this place is far more important to me than you think, and it is not just for cultivating and extracting the origin of the world."

"I want to turn this into one of my trump cards, and even the foundation for my future!"

Along the way, Xuan Zhao also interrogated the remaining souls.

A quarter of an hour later, he sighed, shook his head at Ye Xinghe, and said, "Brother, I can't ask anything. Their memories have been erased before they were alive."

"After that, I have been sinking here for thousands of years, and it is even more confusing, and all my memories have disappeared."

This result was within Ye Xinghe's expectation.

He said calmly: "In that case, forget it, go back and find their master, and I will ask them myself."

While talking, the three of them had already traveled hundreds of thousands of miles and came to a lonely peak.

There is desert all around here.

Only this mountain peak rises from the ground and looks extremely majestic.

And halfway up the mountainside, there was a thick black mist lingering.

There were sounds of ghosts crying and howling wolves coming from inside, which was scary.

The hair on my head would stand on end.

After sensing that the three people were approaching, a cold and violent roar came from the black mist.

Suddenly, he rushed towards the three people.

Black mist filled the air and filled with evil spirits.

But this level of cultivation means nothing to the three of them.

Xuan Zhao sneered.

"Things that pretend to be gods and ghosts!"

He waved the staff in his hand.

There was a "boom", like a thunderbolt falling down hard.

In an instant, the endless mist was shattered.

Not only that, but the upper half of the mountain was shattered.

With the current strength of Ye Xinghe and the others, coming to this world would be as easy as crushing them.

As the mountain peak was shattered, three figures flew out.

"Who dares to offend us three brothers? Don't you know the reputation of the three elders of Gufeng?"

Three middle-aged monks appeared in front of everyone and roared angrily.

The three of them are not weak in cultivation, but only relative to this world.