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Chapter 208 207. The old man in the past is used as bait, and there are secrets in the depths of the sword village (8.2K words - big chapter, please subscribe)
Lingtu tribe, inside the tent.

"thirsty"

After waking up, Ling Xiaoxiao suddenly felt dry mouth and tongue. She got up, put on her shoes quickly, and went to the corner to get some water.

Song Yan turned sideways to look at the petite and graceful figure, then stood up and hugged her from behind.

In the dark night of the grassland, the quiet fire burned again in this small tent.

Until the fire burned the bedding again, Ling Xiaoxiao wanted to reach out her hand, but was grabbed back by Song Yan.

"Brother, it's so hot that it's melting."

"Brother!"

Ling Xiaoxiao scolded.

But immediately, she obediently moved closer to Song Yan.

The earthquake just now has now subsided, and the smell of fire has a bit of a fishy smell. The two of them merged into one, listening to the whistling wind outside, the gurgling water in the distance, and feeling the chill of the lonely night.

Ling Xiaoxiao said, "That's called Yangjiao Lake. It freezes in the winter. The ice is thick enough for skating on it. In the spring, we can get ice cubes and boil water. The water we drink comes from there. I remember when I was a child, I sat on a snow sled pulled by the black wolf in the tribe and slid across the ice."

Pillow talk is always so wild and random.

Song Yan heard the emotion in her words.

This feeling actually means that Ling Xiaoxiao is satisfied with revisiting her hometown and settling down there again.

She had worked hard, fought, and struggled outside, wanting to travel to a wider world, but after decades of wandering, she returned to the hometown where she was born and raised due to her lack of ability and opportunity. After that, she decided to spend the rest of her life here with her beloved and grow old together.

Ling Xiaoxiao suddenly asked again: "Brother, do you think what I said is very rustic and stupid?"

There was no tremor in her voice anymore, because in her eyes, the senior brother was already hers.

Just like the Lingtu Tribe is her tribe and Yangjiao Lake is her lake, they both make her feel at ease.

No matter good or bad, life or death, the rest of her life will be spent with the man in front of her, and no one else. This is a strong bond and binding that will last for a lifetime until death.

Thinking of this, she became happier.

Ling Xiaoxiao didn't get a reply, so she nudged the man again and said, "Brother, are you stupid?"

Song Yan shook his head and said, "How could that be? This kind of life is very comfortable. I can already imagine how happy I will be in the future when I close my eyes."

Ling Xiaoxiao said sweetly: "Yes, the soil here is fertile, far away from disputes, and there are no monsters. If there is really a big enemy, there is still the Sword Alliance. Xiuxuan Realm is too dangerous."

She paused and her mind wandered far away again, until she could only see the terrifying aura of the barefoot woman in red. Then she continued, "Fortunately, Senior Brother didn't recognize that master. If he had, I feel like Senior Brother and I are no longer from the same world."

Song Yan thought about it and realized that Ling Xiaoxiao was talking about the "Blood Plum Blossom" Feng Qiangwei.

Indeed, there is a big gap between these two levels.

If Feng Qiangwei is a tiger, Ling Xiaoxiao is a little white sheep.

In Ling Xiaoxiao's view, if he followed her back to the tribe, he would also be a little white sheep, but if he followed Feng Qiangwei, he would become a little tiger.

"so."

Ling Xiaoxiao's voice suddenly became a little hesitant, but then she pretended to be calm and said, "Brother, I don't want to go to Qingfeng Valley. The eruption of earth energy is always accompanied by monsters and fighting. Originally, I wanted to catch up with my brother and break through the Purple Mansion. But now that my brother is by my side, I don't want to do it anymore. Moreover, Qingfeng Valley must be dangerous. If my brother takes me with him, he will also be in danger. So let's not go."

These were her true intentions.

She didn't want to take risks or struggle anymore.

Song Yan suddenly asked, "You said you skated on Yangjiao Lake when you were a kid? Did the Lingtuo tribe never migrate?"

Ling Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, and said, "Our Lingtuo tribe is in a very good location, unlike other tribes. There are no ground energy explosions here, there are very few monsters, and it is close to the Sword Alliance. It can be said to be a paradise. Therefore, since we established our tribe, we have always been nearby and have never been far away. Brother, why are you asking this?"

Song Yan did not answer, but suddenly asked: "How many cultivators have you had since your clan was established?"

Ling Xiaoxiao said: "I am the only one. When my father knew that I could practice, he was very happy."

Song Yan narrowed his eyes, and the image of Ling Handeng, the powerful incarnation master who was "born blind but used swords as eyes" mentioned by the bandit flashed through his mind. He suddenly said, "Then we won't go to Qingfeng Valley. This is also good."

Ling Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, then murmured emotionally, "Senior Brother."

The next morning, Song Yan put on his clothes and set foot on the grassland with Ling Xiaoxiao.

Ling Xiaoxiao even took off her snow-white sword robe and put on a loose white cotton robe. She rode a white horse and galloped across the endless wilderness with her lover.

Her black hair was no longer tied up, but burned backwards like black flames. Her white robe fluttered like waves in the wind, and her body under the robe was only wrapped with a white plum silk bag.

She experienced the beauty of life away from Xiuxuan and the excitement of being with her lover.

Yangjiao Lake appeared before her eyes.

The frost had thawed and the people of the Lingtuo tribe were drawing water from the lake. When they saw her and Song Yan, they greeted them from afar.

She smiled and responded to the etiquette of her people.

Days like this, even if only spent half an hour, are happier than being in the mountains.

Song Yan also felt very happy.

Soon, the two horses galloped to an empty space with no one in it.

The two of them couldn't wait to huddle together, rolling on the warm grass baked by the sun, doing primitive things, and when they were done, they lay together again, looking at the white clouds in the sky with the most innocent looks.

At noon, Ling Xiaoxiao took off her clothes again, ran from a patch of reeds to Yangjiao Lake, and took a bath in the lake. When Song Yan approached, she giggled, scooped up water with both hands and splashed it on Song Yan, shouting, "Brother, are you coming?"

Song Yan looked at the little female cultivator.

She had completely gotten rid of the awkwardness she had felt in the mountains and became happy.

for a long time
When the two of them left the lake, changed into robes, and cleaned their wet hair, Ling Xiaoxiao suddenly said, "Let's go to Qingfeng Valley to take a look."

Song Yan wondered, "Why?"

Ling Xiaoxiao said: "I want to continue living like this with my senior brother."

After saying that, she looked at Song Yan with passionate eyes again.

Song Yan also looked at her.

The two gazed at each other lovingly.

Song Yan shook his head slowly.

Ling Xiaoxiao said stubbornly: "I have already decided."

Song Yan said: "But Xiaoxiao wouldn't talk like that, nor would she muster up the courage to take the risk and go to Qingfeng Valley."

The air suddenly became extremely quiet, and even the wisps of wind seemed to be frozen.

Ling Xiaoxiao looked stunned and asked, "Brother, what are you talking about?"

Song Yan took a deep breath and looked up and said, "In a place like this, the Lingtu tribe can live and work in peace and contentment for a thousand years without moving. This can only mean one thing, that is, this tribe is being taken care of by a powerful person."

“Thousands of years ago, the Bell Camel Tribe was not called the Bell Camel, but the Gouging-Eyed Sword Camel Tribe. However, the ancestor of this tribe was most likely a man named Ling Handeng.

Ling Handeng was born blind but uses swords as eyes, which just happens to match Gou Mu. So this person must be the ancestor of the Lingtuo clan.

As far as I know, most of the ancestors of the human race have their own ancient tribes, and their members possess the innate secret powers inherited from their ancestors, but the Bell Camel tribe does not have that.

That can only mean one thing, that Ling Handeng once founded an ancient clan, but by the time he founded the Lingtuo clan, his energy had already run out, so much so that in a thousand years, it had only produced one seed that could practice cultivation.

But why did this Ling Ancestor create the Lingtuo clan? It can't be for the purpose of passing on the family line, right?"

Ling Xiaoxiao was silent for a while, and suddenly her expression and aura changed. She took a step forward and said calmly: "Even though I know you are testing me, I am still willing to stand up, because this opportunity is rare."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Song Yan and said, "I have been sleeping in this lineage. I can feel who can practice. But feelings are feelings. If you want to make a decision, it is difficult to change it.

My chance is not only rare, but almost the only one in the past thousand years, because my soul is so severely damaged that I have only nurtured one cultivator seed in all these years. The reason why I chose Ling Xiaoxiao is because of you. "

Song Yan was not surprised.

Ling Xiaoxiao raised her finger and said, "Twice, this girl must have died at least twice.

One time was when he was in the low-level cultivation area of ​​Canghai and was trampled by natural disaster beasts; the other time was when he first came to the Lingtu tribe and was ambushed by two monks with ill intentions.

But this girl survived, and even I didn't notice anything unusual.

Taking into account the time when you tricked Tian Fang Jian Weng in Chan Jian Zhai, your strength will only be above his.

And this kind of ability is simply not something that the cultivator named Wei Xian can possess.

As for you being a bandit, that is even more impossible, otherwise you should stay in Zen Sword House, follow the arrangements, and blend into the upper echelons."

Song Yan smiled self-deprecatingly.

He "transformed four times", and the people close to him changed four times, once as Fairy Huan, once as a fox demon, and once as Wan'er. The first three times were all normal, but unexpectedly, an accident happened the fourth time.

"You are wrong, I am Wei Xian." Song Yan said calmly, "Let Xiaoxiao talk to me."

After the words fell, Ling Xiaoxiao's expression changed, and she looked at Song Yan nervously, and said incoherently: "Brother, what's going on?"

The person who was so affectionate with you the moment before suddenly became extremely frightened.

Song Yan said softly: "Don't be afraid, there is a demon in your body."

The next moment, Ling Xiaoxiao's expression changed again and she said, "I am not a demon."

Song Yan looked at her carefully. Although he didn't smell the scent of the devil, he still asked, "Do you think I will believe it?"

Ling Xiaoxiao said: "You should at least believe Ling Handeng. The founder of the Lingtuo clan is not a demon. The reason why I showed up is that I think you are quite sincere to this junior named Xiaoxiao.

You must have noticed something, so you agreed to this small request and didn't take her to Qingfeng Valley. This is entirely for her own good. And this is sincerity."

Song Yan looked at her warily.

Ling Xiaoxiao suddenly said, "Since I have chosen you, there is no way back. It doesn't matter who you are. Now only you can help me. And helping me means helping Xiaoxiao. At least I hope you will listen to me for Xiaoxiao's sake."

Song Yan suddenly asked: "Are you a man or a woman?"

Ling Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, a strange look on her face, and said: "What are you worrying about? 'Eye Sword Fairy' Ling Handeng was quite famous ten thousand years ago.

You are like my younger generation, don’t I feel the same way when I observe you quietly?
I have no feelings for you, but we are so close. I am the one who suffers.

I never said anything about you, why did you pick it out and ask me about it?"

Song Yan still has some mental mysophobia.

He thought for a moment, then sent a thought to the brothers Gu Yang and Gu Chong, and verified it. After receiving a positive answer, he said, "Then tell me."

Ling Xiaoxiao said: "Ten thousand years ago, I was on the Immortal Ranking and made a deal with the master of this world. I shared the information about the Sword Town with him, and he would protect my descendants and leave me a way out.

Therefore, the Camel Bell Clan that Xiaoxiao mentioned lived and worked in peace and contentment and had never moved, all because the Master of Heaven and Earth had fulfilled His promise.

However, in recent years, this promise has disappeared.

Logically speaking, this should not be the case, because the Master of Heaven and Earth is quite trustworthy in keeping his promises. Moreover, protecting a small tribe is not even a piece of cake for him.

The Lingtu tribe was invaded by bandits, so the master of heaven and earth must have been in big trouble himself.

This is also the reason why I am getting more and more anxious, and I took the initiative to jump out this time. Because I feel that time is running out. If I don’t come out this time, my bloodline may be cut off forever, and I will never be born again.

There are always some fate and opportunities in this world that come inadvertently.

You are my little one, and in a way, my one too."

Song Yan remained unmoved.

Ling Xiaoxiao continued, "I know you have seen the visualization diagram of the Heart Demon Sword Prison in the Zen Sword Hall, and you should have successfully entered it, which means you are also interested in it. However, the Heart Demon Sword Prison and the Long River of Sword Dao are deeper than you think."

After saying this, her eyes suddenly showed a blazing flame, and then she shook his hand fiercely and said, "The secret of eternal life is hidden in it."

Song Yan laughed and said, "Do you think I'm a child?"

Ling Xiaoxiao said: "Let my thoughts remain forever in the depths of the Sword Town. Even if this world is destroyed, as long as the Sword Town still exists, my thoughts will still exist, and then I may wake up again in the next world. If this is not eternal life, what is it?
What do you think the Blue Sword Alliance is doing?
Everything they did was to help the top few people comprehend the way of the sword, and then leave immortal thoughts in the deepest part of the sword country, so as to escape the calamity of heaven and earth.

And I have gone further than them, and am closer to this step. I have already become an idea. As long as I fall on the soul of the descendant monk, I can come back to life, but it is limited to the soul of the descendant monk. This is the last step I lack.

Do you want to come with me? I can see that you are also a powerful swordsman. "

Song Yan said: "How do you come?"

Ling Xiaoxiao said: “Let’s explore the Sword Country together.

In the sea of ​​suffering, thoughts, like people, are made up of at least two forces.

One is the power of the thought itself, which is like how strong a person's body is and how much strength he has; the second is the perception of the power of thought. This perception is like the swordsmanship, magic, etc. that a person practices, which can determine how much power you can exert.

Now my thoughts are weak, you need to help the little girl improve her strength first. Only when her spirit is strong can I recover. This little girl is only in the late stage of the Crimson Palace, so she must go to the Qingfeng Valley when the ground energy explodes. "

Song Yan said: "What if I refuse?"

Ling Xiaoxiao was silent for a moment, then said, "Then let's make a deal.

I will give you the information about the Sword Town, as well as maps, visualization diagrams, and all the knowledge you want to know. And you need to lead me in cultivation and breakthrough.

I have no choice, and it will be of great benefit to you and Xiaoxiao."

It was the first time that Song Yan had seen this kind of situation.

He only knew that the Heavenly Demon was a thought, but he never imagined that a sword cultivator could also cultivate to the point of becoming a thought.

The soul needs reincarnation, but a thought can be eternal.

Is this the method used by the strongest people in the world to pursue immortality and avoid disasters?
Although it was impossible for him to trust this monk named Ling Handeng, it was obvious that this monk knew a lot of information that he needed to know.

As the two talked and chatted, Song Yan took this opportunity to learn more about the world and himself.

Into the night
Ling Xiaoxiao recovered and returned to the tent of the Lingtuo tribe.

But compared to yesterday, she was now huddled on the bed, shivering, and didn't even call him "Senior Brother".

No matter how stupid she was, she knew that her "senior brother" couldn't be that powerful.

And the Lingtu tribe is no longer her hometown.

My father died and bandits sneaked in.

The senior brother was possessed by the old demon, who quietly dealt with the bandits and also had fun with him.

Whenever Ling Xiaoxiao thought about these things, she felt like she was going to collapse.

Song Yan coaxed for a long time and made up an excuse for himself, which was that "just like Ling Xiaoxiao", he was also possessed by the thoughts of his ancestors, but it was like this when he met Ling Xiaoxiao.

At the end, he saw that Ling Xiaoxiao was still afraid, so he said directly: "Junior sister, just tell me, which old demon in the world is willing to patiently coax you here?"

Ling Xiaoxiao turned her head to look at him, and saw only his pair of pure and sincere eyes.

Song Yan said: "If I lie, I will be struck by lightning. Sword practitioners must be sincere, otherwise their Taoism will be destroyed."

Ling Xiaoxiao lowered her head and remained silent for a long time. Sometimes she looked at her toes, and sometimes she secretly glanced at the "super scary old demon who suddenly became a more powerful divine infant" in the distance, as if she was in a dream.

Ling Handeng watched this scene silently. Song Yan's performance made her feel more relieved.

She had no choice but to force herself out to "confront the car". Now seeing the old devil like this, although she knew that there might be some acting and scheming involved, it was ultimately moving in a good direction.

After some coaxing, Ling Xiaoxiao and Song Yan got together again, but Ling Handeng did not retract her external perception. Even though she was taken advantage of by the strange male cultivator, it was better than him taking the opportunity to do something bad to her.

Moreover, sometimes dual cultivation is like a marriage, which is the best shortcut to trust.

After the storm.
Ling Xiaoxiao suddenly said: "Brother, then do as Patriarch Han Deng said."

Song Yan said: "Why?"

Ling Xiaoxiao said: "I don't know either. I just feel like I'm dreaming. But if I don't do that now, what else can I do? Besides, Han Deng Patriarch has been planning for so long, and I'm her descendant. This is probably my responsibility, right?"

After that, she said a little frustratedly: "Ancestor Han Deng is very weak now, so she needs to parasitize me, and then gradually become stronger as I become stronger. When she becomes stronger, she can also fulfill her dream and go deep into the sword country, and thus achieve immortality, right?

Master, this is probably what you are asking for. Don't worry. If Patriarch Han Deng has any bad intentions, I will definitely feel it, and I will help you keep an eye on it, so that you can trust each other.

By then, senior brother will be able to get what he wants, and then Patriarch Han Deng will be happy, and senior brother will also be happy.

As for me, I would also be happy, because even though I am a female cultivator without any character or talent, and should have died somewhere long ago, I can see many sights that I have never seen before."

Song Yan listened to the childish and stupid talk and knew that the girl realized that she had become a tool.

The first function is to "help nurture Ling Handeng's thoughts and make them grow stronger", and the second function is to "become a bridge of trust between him and Ling Handeng."

She didn't resist at all, just let it go, looking very self-satisfied.

Song Yan hesitated to speak, rubbed her hair, and said: "I was once like you, with a wolf in front and a tiger behind."

As he said this, he smiled and said, "But I'm really not a tiger or a wolf to you. Anyway, your current situation is much better than mine. Since there is an opportunity to become stronger, don't give up."

After a brief silence, he continued, "Don't think that the Purple Mansion Realm and the Divine Infant Realm are so powerful. Even if your ancestor may be in the Divine Transformation Realm, isn't he still struggling now?

When the catastrophe comes, all living beings are ants. Ordinary people will die after a hundred years, no matter how turbulent the world is, but we need to face it. Junior sister, cheer up, don't give up easily until the last moment. Although you are in a bad situation now, it is also a great opportunity to become stronger. "

As soon as he finished speaking, the little female cultivator in his arms, who had been preoccupied with thoughts a second ago, suddenly changed her expression.

Ling Handeng raised his eyes to look at Song Yan and said, "You are already so old, and you still coax a little girl like this."

Song Yan said: "Ancestor Han Deng showed up at such a sincere time. He is really willing to take risks."

Ling Handeng said: "Since it is the only choice, I should treat you differently. Do you still have the strength?"

"Have."

Song Yan said.

He also had no trust in Ling Handeng. If there was any way to increase that trust, he would spare no effort. Being close to each other without stabbing each other in the back was a ritual of "trust".

In this way, when the surface trust and potential mutual assistance reach a certain level, it will cost a greater price to destroy it all.

It was really a surprise that "he" could meet Ling Handeng this time.

Ling Handeng smiled faintly and said, "Then what are you waiting for?"

A few months later.
Autumn leaves are rolling on the ground.

Two rainbow lights went towards the direction of Qingfeng Valley.

The map belonged to Ling Xiaoxiao. She had originally wanted to practice with fellow apprentices from the "Chiyan Sword House" including Gong Zhixin, so she had prepared the map.

The power of the Ling Han Lantern is weak, so most of the time it is still Ling Xiaoxiao.

The two of them walked and rested, and finally arrived at the Qingfeng Valley area.

Gong Zhixin had thick eyebrows and bright eyes. When he was in the Crimson Palace period, he gave people a very stable feeling. When he entered the Purple Palace and returned to his youthful appearance, he could be described as handsome.

There is no doubt that he is a trustworthy person among the younger generation of the Biluo Mountain Sword Alliance. He is calm and steady in his work, never takes risks, and is generous in dealing with people. The distribution of treasures in each secret realm exploration can satisfy all his teammates.

Not only is he fair and just, but he is also very powerful and has a solid background. It is said that his adoptive father is the great elder of the Yi clan, so many cultivators are willing to follow him to practice in the place where the earth's energy explodes.

Such cultivators are the rising stars of the Biluo Mountain Sword Alliance.

Unfortunately, he died.

He died miserably.

His head was hanging on the tree.

Not only him, but also many heads of Sword Alliance disciples were hung on the branch.

A fat giant like a meat mountain with a silly smile on his face stood in front of their heads. He stacked the heads neatly on the branches and stared at them with a silly look for a while. Then he raised his hand and summoned a flying sword that fell to the ground.

For the monks of the Sword Alliance: The sword carries the truth, the sword is alive and the person is alive, the sword dies and the person dies.

Their swords are not only weapons, but also the basis for refining the innate secret arts in the Purple Mansion Realm and the innate secret treasures in the Divine Infant Realm.

This sword contains their understanding of swordsmanship and swordsmanship.

Snapped!
The meat mountain giant grabbed the flying sword, then suddenly opened his mouth wide, revealing his sharp white teeth.

The teeth were sharp and dense, but they were not fangs like those of wild beasts, but hundreds of miniature swords.

The Meat Mountain Giant stuck out his tongue again, and on that tongue was branded a strange, pitch-black, sword-shaped pattern.

He licked the flying sword, then put it directly into his mouth and chewed it in big mouthfuls.

After eating one handful, he ate another handful.

One after another.

As he ate, the fat on his body gradually increased.

After swallowing all the dozens of flying swords, he burped, and then tears appeared in his eyes. He murmured in a gentle tone: "Master, don't worry, Baiwei will definitely let you live and will wait until you come back to life. Baiwei should not eat these unpalatable swords anymore. When the time comes, Baiwei will definitely be filial to you, hehe."

When the cold wind blew, all the heads on the branches shook up and down.

The human head, combined with the giant meat mountain who calls himself "Baiwei", appears even more indescribable and weird.

Not far away, on a green rock next to the waterfall, two female cultivators in green brocade robes couldn't help but shiver.

These two female cultivators, one has a plump figure and a cold look; the other is petite and cute, like a doll.

The former is Yu Xuanwei, and the latter is An Li.

The Meat Mountain Giant did not attack the two women. It was obvious that the three of them were in the same group.

It would be inappropriate to say they were a group because the situation was really strange.

Yu Xuanwei's expression was fine, but An Li stared at this horrific scene with wide eyes. Suddenly, her stomach started churning and she lay on the green rock and vomited.
Yu Xuanwei bent down slightly and gently patted Anli's back, trying to make her feel more comfortable.

Perhaps startled by the sound of vomiting, the giant's eyes suddenly rolled and glanced at the two women. He chewed up a new flying sword with a crunch, and his pupils suddenly stared at the sword on Enri's back.

After An Li finished vomiting, she took a deep breath, stood up again, and then just stood there, watching, not knowing what she was thinking.

The meat mountain giant murmured, "We let two of them escape. It's been so long. It's time to serve the main course, right?"

He has hummed this sentence dozens of times.

This time, he received a response.

Several rainbow lights were coming from the distance.

The leader was wearing a golden robe and a silver face. He had a straight face and a cold gaze. He glanced at the three people in the canyon, frowned slightly, and then floated in the air vigilantly, saying sternly: "Qiu Baiwei! The Ancient Sword Forging Clan treated you well, why did you betray?"

Qiu Baiwei is the giant meat mountain.

At this moment, he looked up at the man in the golden robe and said excitedly: "Brother! Master is still alive! Master is still alive!"

The man in the golden robe keenly sensed that this might be related to the betrayal of this junior fellow apprentice, so he frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Qiu Baiwei said excitedly: "Master didn't teach you the "Sword Devouring Transformation Technique", so you naturally don't know it, but I know it! Everything I do is to keep Master alive!

That day, I entered the Demon Sword Prison and saw my master. He taught me this spell and told me to go back and eat his natal sword.

I ate it, and then Master's memories and everything came to my mind.

But it is still not enough, far from enough. I must eat more swords, and gather more sword hearts and sword intentions, so that I can help condense Master's scattered thoughts and help him transform!

Brother, please come and help me."

The man in the golden robe looked at Qiu Baiwei who was extremely excited and said, "Junior brother, you have already mentioned the Heart Demon Sword Prison. Don't you know what the Sword Devouring Transformation Technique is? Don't practice it anymore. Come back with me. I will explain it to you fellow disciples."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Baiwei suddenly became furious. He ate the sword faster and faster, and shouted at the same time: "Brother, Master has treated you well. It would be fine if you didn't help me today, but why are you trying to stop me from reviving Master?! You are ungrateful, ungrateful!"

The man in the golden robe said, "Baiwei, Master is dead!"

Qiu Baiwei suddenly became quiet, and the next moment his whole body swelled up as if inflated. The fat in his obese body condensed into the shape of flying swords, and sword energy shot out from his pores. The surrounding sky was clear and bright one second, and the next it was covered with dark clouds. Countless poisonous insects and monsters walked out of the darkness like crazy, rushing in a dense mass like the sound of drums.

This is the furious attack of the late Divine Infant.

The murderous thoughts melted the sky, and with one thought of murderous intent, dragons and snakes rose from the land, and monsters went crazy.

An Li was trembling, and Yu Xuanwei was not much better.

"You ungrateful thing, die!"

Qiu Baiwei roared, and his whole body turned into a bullet of light and shot towards the man in golden robe.

However, although Qiu Baiwei was strong, the man in golden robe was not easy to deal with either. The two cultivators fought back and forth, and there was no clear winner for a while.

At this moment, a flash of blood flashed from behind.

Before the man in golden robe noticed, he felt a pain between his eyebrows and his soul lost contact with his body. When he looked again, he saw a young man holding a blood-red flag falling from mid-air.

The young man raised his hand and grabbed his soul and storage bag. Then his soul entered the blood flag, and the evil weapon in the storage bag flew into his hand.

Qiu Baiwei laughed, bowed to the young man and said, "Thank you, Patriarch Tang Xiaoxuan!"

The young man called Tang Xiaoxuan nodded slightly, then used the blood flag to kill the many monks who came with the man in golden robes.

After finishing all this, his blood flag became much stronger, and his evil weapons also increased a lot, including an evil treasure.

There are many soul thresholds for level 2 cultivators, and everyone knows that if they want to cross the sea of ​​suffering, they need evil weapons and treasures, so the Divine Infant cultivators always have some evil weapons and treasures to a greater or lesser extent.

At this moment, a voice came from not far away.

"Congratulations, ancestor, you got another evil treasure."

As soon as he finished speaking, a goddess in green appeared in the air.

Tang Xiaoxuan, or the First Ancestor of Wuxiang, nodded slightly, then frowned and glanced in the direction of An Li and Yu Xuanwei. In his eyes, these two women were not human beings, but baits. Over the years, he had spared no effort to bring these two women to the scene of major events.

But is that person still alive?
"Ning Xin, I trust you the most. Is there any news?" The Wuxiang Ancestor sent out a thought.

Tang Ningxin shook her head and said, "After the trip to the void that day, I never waited for him to return. I tried every possible way, even made a deal with Vilanpo, but I still didn't get any information about him. But I always felt that the boy was a thief and it would not be so easy to kill him."

(End of this chapter)