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Chapter 154 153. The End of Soul Threshold, Removing the Evil Treasure (8.6K words - Large chapter, please subscribe)
Whoosh~~
A rainbow of light wrapped in black smoke passed over the frozen earth.

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

The black-robed man and silver-robed female cultivator inside were unharmed.

If Pei Xuehan 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 could not use the former method slowly.

"pay close attention."

Song Yan said softly.

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

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

It can be said that Pei Xuehan has already spent more time with him than any other woman. But it is clear that they have only known each other for a short time.

A strong sense of weirdness and contradiction arises along with a gentleness that makes people more and more addicted.

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

Unlike the dead silence of the frozen soil, as soon as you enter this secret realm, a burst of shouting and killing sounds like the beating of gongs and drums reaches your ears.

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

But the fog covers the sky and the earth, how can we hide?
Song Yan's spiritual sense swept out, but was still blocked.

But in fact, there is no need for spiritual awareness, because with just a quick glance, one can see many monks and monsters fighting each other.

However, this kind of fighting was not between cultivators and monsters, but a "big melee".

All the monks and monsters went crazy.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at a headless monk again. He frowned slightly and at the same time confirmed an idea: these monks are not only crazy, but even if they are dead, they are still fighting, because the evil liquid and evil solid are also crazy.

The monks and monsters died, creating evil spirits.

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

Repeatedly.

The thin mist constantly refreshes any memory of existence.

Shrouded in this fog is a world where “there is no rest even after death.”

Pei Xuehan immediately pinched her fingers to control the situation, 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 in from the sky, roaring loudly and slapping towards the two men.

Pei Xuehan was about to attack, but Song Yan raised his hand and placed it on the back of her hand, pressing it down gently. At the same time, the black smoke and rainbow light cleverly avoided the attack, drawing an arc in the foggy air and flew away.

"Don't attack yet."

"Okay, Brother Dao."

Along the way, Pei Xuehan had already obeyed Song Yanyan's advice, because she had discovered that this Taoist brother was not only powerful, but also more cunning and calculating than her, so she simply gave up thinking.

Song Yanhuahong flew, nimbly dodging the attacks from monsters and monks.

Fortunately, those crazy monsters and cultivators can easily shift their targets. Their memories and thoughts will always be covered by new ones. They will only take action unless Song Yan is in their sight. Otherwise, they will just kill indiscriminately without purpose.

swoosh~
Whoosh~~
Rainbow light passed through the sky, and a very small number of the evil souls that died outside the Ten Thousand Souls Banner mutated and went mad. They began to fly away from the banner and devour anything they could find.

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

This was only achieved after Song Yan transformed the Ten Thousand Souls Banner into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. If it were someone else, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner would have expanded a huge area due to the uncontrollable nature of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and the evil spirits would have dispersed long ago.

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

The increasingly strong smell of the sea of ​​suffering seeped out from that secret realm
The aura was even greater than the aura of the bitter sea in the previous secret realms combined, so much that it could no longer be contained.

Perhaps, beyond the fog is the end of the King’s soul threshold.

What should I do then?
Suddenly, Song Yan's eyelids jumped, because he found that the "Shadowless Crow" he left in the flood secret realm had also lost contact.

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

This speed is unobstructed and unrestrained, as if it is just rushing forward.

Song Yan's heartbeat suddenly quickened, and his scalp felt as if tiny needles were piercing it. He felt a long-lost feeling of dryness in his mouth.

There's a wolf in front and a tiger behind, that's all!
How to do?
He took a deep breath and looked around quickly, trying to find a solution.

The terrain of the foggy area is mountainous, with great undulations and stretches over a wide area.

If you look closely, you will find that the thickness of the fog is actually quite uneven.

It is thick in the deep gorge and thin in the sky; it is thick in the deep mountains and thin on the plains.

Song Yan circled around for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said secretly, "Let's fight", then suddenly opened the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to its full potential, and shot towards the entrance to 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 Souls Banner, he suddenly said to Pei Xuehan: "Use the Sea Division Technique."

Pei Xuehan hurriedly cast a spell, and the fog in front of the two of them parted, forming an airspace of about ten feet.

Song Yan put away the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, glanced around again, and thought: "This way, if someone comes after me, it will be easy for them to conclude that I have hurriedly entered the next secret realm."

Immediately, he flew his sword and Pei Xuehan led the way.

It took them about half an hour to land in a foggy canyon.

When he fell into it and found a cave, Song Yan took out the paper house and threw it into the cave.

The paper house was instantly expanded, and its walls only made slight cracking sounds due to 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 flags of the array fell into the canyon and the array plate rotated slightly, causing the surrounding fog to gather here slightly, thereby further protecting the paper house.

The fluctuations in the thickness of the fog are still within the normal range. A "Small Heavenly Dao Gathering Array" is just a small "suction device" and will not cause any abnormalities.

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 moved around, looking at this mysterious paper house in surprise, but she was immediately startled. Although she did not make a sound, she still raised her hand and pointed at the wall not far away.

Song Yan saw it a long time 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 tiny crack. But it was okay, it could hold up.

After doing all 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 deal with the wolf in front.

But he was not 100% sure. However, since the opponent came with great momentum, as if he was in a hurry, and killed the three "Shadowless Crow Shadows" he left behind in front of him, it was reasonable to say that "he had quickly entered the next secret realm". Because the opponent was definitely not targeting him, he would not deliberately stay here and search for him valley by valley.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the paper window in the paper house, looking at the thick fog flowing like gray silk in the sky outside the yard.

The room was eerily quiet.

Neither of them spoke.

Song Yan crossed his fingers, he already understood: he knew nothing about the people and things involved with this King Hunyu!
At this moment, he felt the same panic as when he encountered the "first attack by Nanwu Jianmen" on Nanzhu Peak.

At that time, he was terrified and ran 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 Lian Xuan, while those outside were at a high level of Lian Xuan, or even monks from the Jiang Palace.

It's pretty much the same now.

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

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt his hands being gently covered by a pair of soft hands. 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, with a magical power to heal people's minds.

Those eyes seemed to be telling him "No matter life or death, I will stay with you and never leave you."

This sweet feeling, which was like the "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 becoming deeper and deeper.

So deep that it made him start 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.

After what seemed like a long time, yet also just a moment, a strange, noisy, shrill sound suddenly came from the distance.

The sound seemed to be made up of countless mosquitoes, flies, and insects stuck together, humming like the long ringing of a celestial bell, roaring like a deep-sea volcano, and whistling like a pitch-black cloud. It exuded a heart-pounding breath of natural disaster and was filled with a powerful sense of oppression.

Even the Infant Ti Master could not compare to this feeling of oppression.

Pei Xuehan hugged Song Yan tightly.

Song Yan's face also turned pale.

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

A moment.
One breath.
a stick of incense
One hour.
one day.
Time passed quickly, but the sound never appeared again after it sounded in the distance.

Song Yan simply sat down cross-legged. His spiritual sense was unable to detect the outside of the valley anyway, so he might as well conserve his energy.

He had a vague feeling that perhaps, the time was not far for the King of Hell's soul to undergo a huge change.

With the arrival of Master Yingti and Guchi, 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 guess.

But he couldn't even recognize all the people involved in this game, so how reliable could his guess be?
In the pale paper house, the dim light could only clearly illuminate the outlines of two people.

Outside the yard was a thick fog, and outside the fog was endless fighting.

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

When he was in Hantan Valley, he at least knew that Grandma Fox and Guhuangzi were looking for him and wanted to kill him.

When he was in Piaomiao 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 an opponent.

He is not at the center of this incident.

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

But he also knew that if the King of Souls' Threshold was finally going to come to an end, then even if he hid here, how long could he hide?
But he was still hiding, or rather waiting.

He has always been very patient.

His heart did not weaken as time passed, but instead became more and more crazy.

His eyes were filled with murderous intent, filled with murderous intent brought about by fear, anger, despair, excitement, and even ferocity.

His brain also started to work rapidly, but he forced himself to conserve his energy and suppress it quietly, just waiting for the moment of rebound.

I do not know how long it has been
Song Yan heard another slight "cracking" sound, which was the sound of shattering.

The air quieted down a little.

The next moment, the shattering sound was like water drops falling into an oil pan, suddenly "cracking" and exploding, as if it was everywhere in the sky and coming from all directions.

He glanced around suddenly and found that the walls of the paper house were covered with a large number of cracks.

The cracks stretched out like a spider web, and soon covered several walls.

This means that the aura of the sea of ​​suffering outside is rising at a terrifying rate, to the point where the paper house can no longer bear it.

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

Suddenly, the emergence of cracks stopped.

But both he and Pei Xuehan knew: the stop was only temporary. Something had happened deep in the soul threshold, which led to this large-scale explosion of the sea of ​​suffering.

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

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 this seriously these days, and I believe that Brother Dao’s worries must be correct.”

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

Pei Xuehan grabbed his hand and said with a smile: "Kill me."

Song Yan said: "Killing you will only leave a bigger psychological flaw. There is no solution to this problem."

Pei Xuehan suddenly laughed happily.

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

I am such a naive and stupid female cultivator, but after seeing your methods, I can think of a way. How could you not think of it?
There’s no way I’ll survive the next secret realm.

And I don't want you to fall into this trap.

so."

She suddenly bent her fingers to fly 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 crackling sound of the walls began to be heard again. The limit of what this paper house could hold out for had been reached.

Pei Xuehan has already raised his sword.

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

Click.
Click click click.
The cracking sounds outside the yard became more and more frequent.

Pei Xuehan chuckled and said, "Brother Dao and I have known each other 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 am doomed to die. If you take care of me, you will be dragged down instead."

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

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

I should have died long ago at the ancient skeleton.

I am already very contented to have met my brother and to have spent a hundred years and these days together.

Thanks"

Song Yan suddenly snapped 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 swordsman.

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

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

"I kill my own people myself."

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

No matter how the minions lead me into the illusion, my bond will only be with it and the person behind it.

Maybe it's the entire Buddhist community!
Hundred years, thousand years, ten thousand years
Don't even think about confusing me anymore!"

He took a deep breath, and the finger slowly dragged a soul out of the beautiful woman's body, turning it into a ghost.

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

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

The Buddhist monk spent hundreds of years in the illusion to plant the seeds of inner demon in him, but he turned the inner demon into complete hatred for Buddha, and he could never be saved again.

After a moment.
Billowing black smoke flew out from the extremely thick fog in the valley and went towards the secret realm ahead.

Ripples spread out in space, and black smoke was drawn in.

The secret place at the rear had already been cleared out, and a huge gray sun was floating in the vast gray sky.

Look closely!

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

But this "gray sun" already has a hole, in which is a string of gray dark gold beads floating in the mist.

There are nine beads in total, floating and rotating scatteredly, as if directing the operation of the entire "Gray Sun".

There is no doubt that these nine beads are the evil treasures.

Song Yan glanced hurriedly under the bead and saw Master Yingti.

In addition to Master Yingti, there was an even more terrifying seven-tailed fox that came in from nowhere. The fox and Master Yingti were facing a strange man wearing a mask and a puffy red robe.

The strange thing is that all three seem 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 seekers, although they were also sleeping, they were well protected.

Even though the seven-tailed demon fox of unknown identity and realm was in an illusion, it still protected the three people, so that the three people were just in an illusion and did not suffer any other harm.

The sad gray sun was spinning in the sky.

Nine large dark gold beads moved like stars.

No fighting, no battle.
There was an eerie harmony and quietness both in the sky and underground.

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

His last remaining thought was: It was true, this accomplice really was acting with a purpose.

He entered the illusion again, but he allowed the illusion to tempt him in every way. He only wanted to find the monk who tempted him and kill him.

ten years.

Twenty years.

Fifty years.

century.

From his youth to his old age, he had been searching for the novice monk, and he wanted to kill that novice monk.

This time, when the time came, nothing came to find him and asked him "Does truth or falsehood really matter?"

The first moment he opened his eyes, he reached out with his bloody hand and exploded the novice monk.

But, unexpectedly: another novice monk appeared!

He fell into illusion again.

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

If the aura of the sea of ​​suffering continued to increase until it drowned the novice monk the moment he removed the illusion, that would be a fatal blow.

Song Yan discovered that even though he had planted a deep hatred in his heart for the Shami and even the entire Buddhist community, and would never fall into the Shami's illusions again, and would not leave deeper and deeper flaws in his heart, it was still useless.

completely useless!

His strength and calculations were too weak in the face of a stronger and more bizarre force.

Another century of hunting down Buddhists.
Awakened again.
Once again, he killed the monk in front of him in seconds.
Once again, I saw more bitter sea breath
If no novice monk appeared to drag him into the illusion at this time, he would immediately raise the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls to fight against the terrible breath of the sea of ​​suffering.

But, as expected, another novice monk appeared.

He fell into illusion again.

This time, in the illusion, he was flying his sword around looking for the novice monk, when the sky suddenly shattered like a mirror, as if it had been violently torn apart by some powerful external force.

Before Song Yan could react, he heard a sharp roar: "Insect King, put aside your grudges for now and attack together! !

You came here probably 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 yet dissipated, 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!

Once completed, retreat together.

Zhuzi, you take four and I take five, after all, I put in more effort.

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

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

The fierce roar came from the seven-tailed demon fox.

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

Under the mask covering his face and the fluttering red robe were rolls of pitch-black and cold whirlwinds. You couldn't even see that they were countless strange little bugs.

"it is good."

The Insect King responded with a strange voice.

Master Yingti suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Song Yan and said, "Let's talk about your grudge with Guchi outside! Let's work together to suppress the Tiger King first, otherwise, no one will get out alive! The Seven-Tailed Ancestor of the Multi-Tailed Fox Clan is here, and he will not lie!"

After saying this, it suddenly looked at Gu Chi, who was staring at Song Yan with cold eyes, 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 one after another, and powerful energy went towards the gray sun high in the sky.

A large number of ghosts and evil spirits swirled out from the scorching sun and crashed into these energies, forming a balance at the intersection in mid-air.

The balance soon began to shift, but towards the gray sun.

It was obvious that the Insect King and the Seven-tailed Demon Fox Ancestor were extremely powerful. They might have already entered the stage of Divine Infant, or even if they hadn't, they were already half a step into the stage of Divine Infant.

A violent tiger roar suddenly sounded in the sky.

A huge tiger head shadow appeared outside the nine beads.

The balance was pushed back again.

The two sides struggled for a while, and then both revealed their cards. After all, no one could hide their cards at this time.

The balance is in a constant state of flux.

Suddenly, the tiger head let out a wail.

The seven-tailed fox stared at the tiger head, as if trying to confirm whether its wailing was real.

After a moment, it was sure, and said sternly: "Now is the time to take the evil treasure!!"

As the voice fell, Tang Fan and the other three who were going to take the treasure had to take it even if they didn't want to.

But the strange thing was that there was not even a trace of 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 deep feelings with several monsters of the Mountain and Sea Monster Clan.

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

Time can ferment feelings endlessly, making them inseparable and hard to let go.

Who can resist the power within?
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 emotions born in the illusion, and that was Song Yan.

The longer the time goes, the stronger the hatred.

He was holding the butcher knife, and the handle was connected to his flesh and blood, how could he put it down?

Three treasure seekers, three figures flew up from the ground and broke through the air towards the nine evil beads in the high place.

Tang Fan was also among them.

At this moment, Tang Fan suddenly felt a strong heart palpitation and intense pain, and a scene suddenly appeared in front of him: Master Yingti was dead!

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

However, the emotional impact at that moment was enormous. That impact should have only made Tang Fan feel sad, but for some reason, at that moment, the sadness was infinitely magnified, so much so that his eyes went black, he fell from a high altitude, and spit out blood.

Everyone felt something was breaking inside them.
That is the heart of Tao.

Someone had created a rift in their hearts, and was then trying desperately to tear it apart.

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

At this moment, the weak Tiger King on high ground roared angrily: "Attack!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a white rainbow appeared behind the gray sun.

A white rainbow passed through the sky, circling quickly, and bypassed all the minions 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 reached out his hand in disbelief, but his hand eventually fell.

The white rainbow did not stop, and not only was it fast, it could also tell who was the weakest at the moment.

Bai Hong chose the Deer Demon.

Whoosh! !

The deer demon was severely injured.

Swish swish swish! !
A white rainbow passed by quickly, and several people were injured, including Song Yan.

Bai Hong's physical strength is extremely terrifying, and he seems to completely ignore the evil spirit sniping.

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

After several exchanges, Bai Hong retreated and floated in the air next to the Tiger King, appearing as a cold female cultivator.

The red-robed insect king raised his head and said in a cold voice, "Since when did the Winter Lord of the White Rainbow Ancient Clan cooperate with the Tiger King? He even knew how to trick me into entering through telepathy? It seems that what you said about the blood feud is all bullshit."

The cold female monk known as Dongjun said: "All the monsters of the mountain and sea monster tribes deserve to die! And..."

The corner of her mouth curled up into a sneer, "I'm not working with the Tiger King either."

Master Yingti looked at the three dead treasure-seekers in dismay.

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

Moreover, as it looked at the dead Tang Fan, it felt an indescribable pain in its heart, and with every bit of this pain, it felt that its realm was dropping a little, as if there was some unknown force doing this.

It suddenly recalled everything about itself and Tang Fan in the illusion. Those emotions were extremely strange, but Kuhai Shami would not seduce them, and could not seduce them. Everything should be the feelings that arose spontaneously.

"retreat!"

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

And from above, a teasing laugh suddenly came: "Where to retreat?"

The laughter was accompanied by the tiger's roar of pain.

The tiger head slowly faded away, revealing the figure of a strange monk with black smoke all over his body. The strong man of the Baihong Ancient Clan known as Dong Jun stood beside the monk, looking down at the red-robed man coldly and said: "Insect King, you are knowledgeable, do you recognize this person?"

The Insect King looked up at the monk, lost his voice for a moment, and uttered, "Demon monk!
In the sea of ​​suffering, some of the horrific obsessions adhered to the Buddhist principles and saved the world.

But there is another part that seduces the world.

They can easily draw out the desires in people's hearts and make them fall into depravity, and then they can use these flaws in people's hearts to destroy the target's Tao heart."

The monk in black smoke joked: "I have been wandering in the sea of ​​suffering and finally came to this pearl of the king.

But the remnant of the Tiger King in the King's Pearl was too strong, and it controlled too many of the evil treasures, so I couldn't defeat it.

So, I can only ask you to help.
Over the years, many people have come to help me.

I was also very grateful to them, so I let them sink into the illusion one by one. As a result, I gradually gained some strength to compete with the Tiger King.

Afterwards, the old monk also arrested the novice monk in the sea of ​​suffering.

The Buddhists are very stupid. They believe in the idea that if I don't go to hell, then who will? So if they want to resolve the cause and effect of the ghosts' lackeys, they have to become ghosts themselves.

They changed from novices to lackeys, obeying my orders.

Afterwards, the old monk lured people, and they converted people, and they were always successful.

Your strength is the final step to breaking the balance between me and the Tiger King.

Where do you want to go now?"

The black smoke demon monk raised his hand and covered everything, and many novice monks poured out.

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

Master Yingti, Guchi, Lu Mo and others also attacked with all their might.

But the realms of these people have already fallen, and it is futile now.

White rainbows flashed by one after another, constantly weakening their power.

Although Song Yan is only in the early stage of Purple Mansion, he has swallowed the ancient skeleton shadow puppet, so his physical strength is still good.

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

The same was true for Master Yingti who was standing beside him.

The two foxes actually started dancing.

As the dance progressed, the demon monk's attack actually slowed down, and there was even a feeling that it was no longer falling on the two of them.

"swallow!"

Suddenly, a loud shout was heard.

The dark demon monk transformed into a giant face that covered the sky. He opened his mouth and sucked violently, sucking the fox demon, insect king, wolf demon and others into his mouth frantically. Immediately, 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 where no one could move.

The evil monk is like a well-fed person, with his stomach full of food. If he moves, his stomach will explode.

The Purple Mansions tried their best to deal with it and were unable to escape.

"There is no one here who can take the evil treasure. Everything should end now."

The evil monk grinned.

The Seven-Tailed Demon Fox Ancestor suddenly looked at Song Yan and Han Yuling, and said, "Explode your soul and make a hole!"

The two of them are humans and the weakest, so it is natural that they should be sacrificed at this time.

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

Song Yan suddenly said: "Grandmaster, I have a way to break the opening."

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

Song Yan said: "Cover me."

The Seven-Tailed Fox Ancestor said, "Okay! If you succeed, I will take care of the matter between you and Gu Chi!"

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

He raised his hand and pointed in a direction, and the evil spirits danced wildly and exploded towards one place after another.

Seeing the incredible power of the Soul Explosion Technique, the demons knew they had a chance, so they worked together and directed their power towards the place where Song Yan fell.

Boom boom boom boom boom! ! !

Continuous explosions, continuous force falling on the same point.

That point finally opened.

Song Yan's figure was as fast as lightning, flying towards that place, and just when the seven-tailed fox ancestor behind him was about to follow, he swung his banner violently, and a series of spirits rushed back to fill the gap desperately.

The rumbling explosion pushed the seven-tailed fox ancestor back.

The broken spot of the demon monk healed quickly.

Without stopping, Song Yan suddenly rushed towards the nine dark gold beads in the distance. In the eyes of everyone's disbelief, he raised his hand and quickly grabbed them.

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

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

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

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

(End of this chapter)