Jiuzun asked

Xuan Song's old way was exhausted and his palms were weak, but he saw Xiao Wendao standing in front of him, silent.

"I am cultivating your Daxu Book of the Dead, and you are my half-master after all." Xiao asked, pacing in front of him while pondering.

"If you can cross my Dao soul and leave this place, I... I will repay my blood in the next life."

Xuan Song said rustlingly, he seemed to be an old man lying on a sick bed, but when he looked at his mind, he was full of vitality.

"You... have a second Qi in your body."

Only now, Xiao Wenwen realized that the mystery of Xuan Song's old way is too mysterious.

It's like, one person has two souls, but the soul of that person lives in the body, even if he wants to die, he can't die.

"This is Hao Qi."

As soon as Xuan Song said it, Xiao Wenwen understood it in his heart.

This place is Taihao Qiyuan, this palace is full of difficulties, how could it have nothing to do with him.

Xiao Wenwen moved his finger, and tapped on the center of Xuansong's eyebrows, and followed the Qi veins of his Tiangong acupoint to find out.

"I must enter your soul sea."

"I can't ask for it."

Those who cultivate the Tao are most concerned about the loss of the soul sea. After all, the soul sea is the root of the Dao heart and the source of the soul of life.

But within Xuan Song's soul sea, there is nothingness, and the soul consciousness is like a dead thing.

"The soul may be muddy, and the breath may be faint."

Move with one breath, feel with one thought.

"Xuan Song's old Taoist body...is actually a mountain."

Xiao Wenwen had never heard of such a "demon sage" who could cultivate "Shanshi" into an unworldly demon sage.

And in the depths of Xuan Song's old Taoist soul sea, a ray of light flashed, like a candle in a green cottage.

Outside the candlelight, sitting cross-legged, is a shadow of a bean.

That Dou Ying'er was sitting upright, as if she was tasting a green scroll, she didn't care about this outsider.

Xiao Wenwen lay down alone, also sitting cross-legged in front of Dou Ying'er, but seeing Dou Ying'er looking at Xiao Wendao, he was neither surprised nor surprised.

"Good fortune... good fortune."

That Dou Ying'er spoke lightly, as if she was a master of Taoism, but her eyebrows did not move.

"Taihao Yuanzun, the soul is distracted."

Xiao Wen asked at a glance that this speckled "Dou Ying'er" was Immortal Emperor Taihao's Distraction Yuan Zun.

And with Yuan Zun distracted into the soul, I am afraid that this time when Immortal Emperor Taihao breaks the void 33 layers of heaven, it is definitely not in the realm of an immortal emperor.

"If you retreat from this trapped palace, I will allow you to live forever."

The distraction of Taihao Yuanzun seemed to be speaking calmly, but he paused, as if he was quite concerned about the sacrificial formation in the trapped palace.

In an instant, Xiao Wenwen pinched the "Misty Lingzhu" passed on by the immortal Wei Miao at his fingertips.

The Misty Taixu Immortal Law passed down by the Immortal Venerable Wei Miao is based on the "Misty Taixu Pagoda" as the inheritance of the immortal way.

And after a life-and-death battle, he only kept this "Ethereal Spirit Orb" in his hand, and this Ethereal Spirit Orb is the root of Taoism of Taoist Wei Miao.

"I can't see through the trapped palace, but someone can see through."

With a call, Xiao asked, hanging the misty spirit bead above his brows, and the chaos opened wide.

"Sacrifice formation... Sacrifice formation." Xiao asked to see through the mystery of the trapped palace, and said in a low voice: "Sacrificing to others is the cultivation of the soul of the celestial being."

It turned out that the trapped formation here was cultivated by Immortal Emperor Taihao, and the demon saint he banned was sealed here.

With the help of Yuan Zun to distract his mind, the holy yuan of all the demon saints was offered to Taihao Tianzun outside the 33rd heaven.

In an instant, the lights went out.

Taoist Xuansong's soul sea was filled with chaos, and that bean shadow disappeared without a trace.

"Turn the sea of ​​souls into a prison, and set up the soul of life as a prison."

This Taihao Tianzun is worthy of being a "Master of Formation". Just one thought, he has the method of advancing and retreating, and he has cultivated the formation of trapped people.

Standing in the chaotic sea of ​​souls, Xiao Wen asked softly, "Old Taihao... I will give my creation myself."

His eyes glowed purple, and his whole body was full of thunder and lightning, but he saw the sea of ​​souls of Xuan Song's old way, and the universe was in luck.

"You're not afraid of this Xuansong... the sea of ​​souls collapses, and the Tao womb collapses."

In the sea of ​​souls, Yuanzun Taihao let out a stern and distracted cry.

"Heh... that's his creation, what does it have to do with me."

With a movement of his fingertips, he turned the lightning into the ink of the talisman, hanging in the sea of ​​wonton souls, as if he was the master of a world.

"Son...you move my Dao Xianyuan, and I will definitely kill your soul and destroy your god."

"Then..." Xiao asked and murmured.

Taihao Tianzun, who was far away in the 33rd heaven, thought that he was afraid, but his heart seemed to move.

Who knows, this Xiao asked in a low voice: "Isn't that still a matter of my Poxu 33 Chongtian, in the future."

After he finished speaking, he hung his fingers and stopped.

But he saw a purple mans rune hanging in the dome of Xuan Song's soul sea, which was quite terrifying.

The vast sea of ​​souls is just a shallow beach.

I saw that Taihao Tianzun's distracted Yuanzun knelt down on one side, his eyes were about to split.

"Hide... see where you hide."

Xiao Wenwen raised his sword and fell, and passed away with a single stroke of the sword, an inch of light had entered between the eyebrows of Yuan Zun.

The soul element cultivates the gods and can break through the gate of heaven.

That "Thunder Yuan Talisman" engulfed Taihao Yuan Zun inside, and there was no trace of life.

When his soul returned to the world, he saw Xuansong Yaozun, his whole body was a little haggard, and his sunken eyes became more sunken.

Xuan Song Yaozun's fingertips still trembled slightly, as if meeting Xiao Wendao for the first time.

"The old way of the thief... still alive."

Xiao Wenwen took a look at Xuansong's qi, and knew that his "rootless Taoist birth" was preserved.

In the future, good fortune will depend on him.

It is not easy for the "rootless spiritual mountain" to cultivate the primordial spirit and dao embryo, let alone the soul-moving spiritual breath.

Tuoba Taihua who was not far away, looked at the broken soul chain, although he was silent, but his "boyish appearance" showed a lot of vicissitudes.

Xuansong Yaozun stood up tremblingly, cupped his hands towards Xiao Wendao, dragged his withered body, and said in a low voice: "If you go to the Shepherd God Realm one day, I will definitely protect you from any danger."

He walked towards Tuoba Taihua step by step, looked at the remaining "eight peaks", but smiled slightly.

It seems that he has returned to "when he was young", it seems that he has white temples and youth, but only for a moment.

As soon as the old Taoist Xuan Song stepped on the "Shengmen", he broke out of the "sacrifice array", but saw that there was only one person hanging from the remaining eight green peaks.

However, the "Taoist Yi Xing" whom he saw for the first time was nowhere to be seen, probably breaking away.

This is a rough thought, but it has been in this "Xuansong Peak" for ten years.

And the Taoists banned by Qingfeng all stared in a daze, looking at where Xiao asked where he had entered.

Xiao asked how could he not know what this "Taoist" was thinking, but he was like an old man who had gone through all ages.

Taihao Tianzun, who was far away in the 33rd heaven, was trembling slightly, and the remaining eight people were also trembling slightly.

He walked away in one step, still left to right, extremely rigid.

"I cultivate according to my will, and you must also follow my will." Xiao Wenwen walked up and down, and continued in a low voice: "I am very good at cultivating the immortals, so I am willing...to follow the wishes of the immortals .”

The old Taoist in the trapped palace did not say a word, but he cursed secretly in his heart, what a secretive boy.

If you have another way, I will fall into your very soul.

But if it is for the sake of freedom, these "sages of the great way" will also swallow this "bitter fruit".

Sweeten the "bitter fruit" in my heart.