After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 211 210. True and False Ancestors, Stealing the Sky and Substituting the Day (8.4K words - long chapter, please subscribe)
The dawn at Shuxia Peak is a red filled with poisonous fire.

But even though this is a lonely place where mortals cannot survive, it still presents a kind of unique beauty that is hard to see.

Song Yan sat beside the cave on the Huoxuan cliff with his legs dangling in the air, quietly watching the sun slowly rise in the canyon, watching the world change from dead gray to bright and full of vitality.

He stretched his arms happily and yawned.

He cherishes the beauty of the present because he knows that he can't have such a moment every day.

Look at it more now. If you are unfortunately doomed to hell in the future and there is no way back, at least you will still have some good memories and will not regret it.

The immortal in the "Free Demon Picture" had already merged with him. He mixed in among the monsters and just created an aura of monsters for himself and Ling Xiaoxiao that was more powerful than all the monsters here, and then was accepted by the monsters.

There are all kinds of strange monsters, and no one knows which one can transform. Song Yan and Ling Xiaoxiao were regarded as transformed monsters by them.

Time flies, and another three years have passed.

The originally empty cave was now filled with many shadow puppets, some in pieces, some crumpled together, spread out and hung in a disorderly manner.

On the other side, three shadow puppets wearing silver masks were standing there. They were Song Yan, Long Muyun, and Tang Ningxin.

Each shadow puppet has 60% to 70% of the power of a living person, and can even imitate spells.

Snapped!
Song Yan put down the carving knife and murmured: "Shadow puppets are nothing more than leather, cause and effect, and divine appearance. Sometimes the leather is exhausted, because the strong are no longer bound by the body.

However, the book “The Art of Requiem for the Divine Appearance” has already explained everything. What is missing is only how to draw the divine appearance and how to collect the powerful causal fragments.

"Forget it. It's not a good idea to work in isolation. I can't improve any more. The only thing missing is my own artistic conception."

"It's time to have a good chat with Patriarch Han Deng, and then go for a walk outside."

Ling Xiaoxiao closed her eyes tightly, practicing hard, when suddenly her body trembled, and she felt four terrifying shadows falling on her from behind. She opened her eyes with a start, tilted her head slightly, and looked at the old demon behind her. She muttered in her heart, wondering if the old demon came to her for dual cultivation again or to do something else. But despite thinking so, she still forced a smile and said, "Senior Brother~~"

Song Yan said: "I came here to say goodbye."

"Ah?" Ling Xiaoxiao was stunned.

Song Yan said: "You also know these three, they are my puppets, and they will accompany you here in the future."

Ling Xiaoxiao blinked and suddenly said, "Ah, Senior Brother, wait a minute."

Song Yan was stunned.

Ling Xiaoxiao had already clenched her fists and closed her eyes. When she opened them, her eyes, which had been a little nervous and frightened, had become calm and sharp.

Song Yan suddenly realized and said with a smile: "Are you my wife? I have to go out for a while, and Xiao Xiao asked me to come and ask you for instructions."

Ling Handeng was also stunned when he heard his words, then laughed and said: "You really open your mouth and make people think a lot."

She stared at Song Yan's charming red lips and said, "You can make people angry if you want to, and you can make people happy if you want to. Are you a devil who confuses people's hearts?"

Song Yan laughed and said, "Since you know the truth, I can't let you stay."

Ling Handeng also laughed.

Song Yan put away his smile and said calmly: "Just joking, I want to go out for a walk, so I naturally want to get something from you."

Ling Handeng glanced at the three puppets wearing silver masks and said, “Although we haven’t known each other for a long time, we are very close. Unless your personality and strength change drastically, I am sure I have never met you.

The most beautiful thing in life is the first meeting. Since you and I are meeting for the first time, and there is no previous cause and effect, everything over there is good karma.

It is still unclear whether we can escape this time. I think it is unlikely that we will become enemies before we reach the next world."

After that, she tapped her brows, took out a jade slip, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry to make you laugh, but my life secret realm has shrunk to the size of a storage bag, and only hides some small things."

Song Yan took the jade slip and explored it briefly, discovering that it contained information about the "Sword Country" and the "Sea of ​​Bitterness". He raised his finger and put the jade slip into his storage bag, intending to study it slowly later. Then he looked at Ling Handeng and said, "You paid a lot of money in advance, which can be regarded as sincerity."

Ling Handeng said: "Come back alive."

Song Yan said: "Break through as soon as possible."

The two smiled at each other, completing the alliance on a further emotional level.

Song Yan turned around and took two steps. Suddenly, Ling Handeng's voice came from behind him again: "As far as I know, the Wuxiang Ancestor is a very scheming person."

Song Yan paused.

Ling Handeng said apologetically, “I have no intention of probing your secrets, I just think that you will most likely run into him when you go out this time, so I want you to be more alert.

The ancestor Wuxiang actually lived in the same era as me. In that era, he was not only extremely talented, but also extreme and cunning.

However, he achieved the state of a god two thousand years later than me.

He disappeared for more than two thousand years.

Because we lived in the same era, although he and I had no intersection, I was curious about him, so I tried to find out more about him. However, no one knew what he did in those two thousand years, and why it took him two thousand years to become an immortal.

After a pause, Ling Handeng said sternly, "It won't be easy if you face him. Please be careful."

Song Yan's expression slightly changed, and he said, "Thank you."

In the jade slip, strands of information passed by
The destination of crossing the sea of ​​suffering is just the other side of the world, or you can ascend to the list of gods and serve the Lord of heaven and earth, or you can become an immortal and seek the way alone.

Can't become an immortal god, can't become a god.

If you become an immortal, you will get two temporary qualifications.

One is the Six Paths, the other is Yin and Yang.

The six paths are the place of reincarnation. They can give birth to secret realms and also help produce sperm and blood.

Yin and Yang can wash away all the dross and refine the essence of strength.

These two can be said to have taken advantage of everything.

However, if you reach the list of immortals and gods, there will be no way back. The doors of heaven and earth here have been wide open for three thousand years, and the demons from the underworld took advantage of this time to invade, with the immortals and gods bearing the brunt.

As the words flowed, some specially added images belonging to Ling Handeng flashed by.

When it fell, the jade slip showed a female cultivator in snow-white clothes with beautiful eyes sitting cross-legged, with a long sword hidden in its sheath on her knees and a green lamp beside her emitting a soft glow.

Song Yan recognized the female cultivator as Ling Handeng at a glance, but... she had eyes. It seemed that there was a story behind the saying "born blind, using sword as eyes".

Ling Handeng suddenly opened his mouth and began to tell the story quietly.

“It is easy to cross the sea of ​​suffering but difficult to return.

For example, when you are in the Heart Demon Sword Prison, you are standing on the martial arts stage and you can still do what you can, but when you are in the Sea of ​​Bitterness, you are in the midst of chaos.

On the martial arts stage, you only need to face the enemy in front of you, but in the chaos of the army, you are surrounded by enemies in front, behind, and on both sides. You can deal with most of these enemies, but there is always a chance that an accident will happen. In the long and bitter time, as long as you are a little careless, you will be doomed.

The only way to deal with the rebellious army is to bring the same army. This is why most of the late Divine Infants are here, because there are many soul thresholds here.

They need to take out evil treasures from the soul threshold, and they also need evil tools, soul treasures and the like, the more the better.

Even if you try your best to collect these things, they will all be used up at once when you are crossing the sea of ​​suffering, and it will be extremely difficult for you to get them back afterwards.

But if you don’t cross the sea of ​​suffering and occupy a place on the God List, you will never be able to make any further progress. Your embryo in the natal realm will always be an embryo in the natal realm, just like the seed of life in a woman’s belly, which dies before it blooms.”

“As for the functions of the Immortal Rank God List, there are actually two.

These are two qualifications.

One, you can obtain the smallest temporary Six Paths qualification, intercept part of the spirit from the Six Paths channel of this world, use it to nourish yourself, and create your own people, but you only have one chance because you only have temporary qualifications;
Second, you can obtain the smallest level of the lunar sun projection fire, which can purify your power, making it pure and bringing everything of yours to a higher level.

If you use this power to deal with the Divine Infant, it will be like using a fine steel knife to cut the broken copper and rotten iron. This opportunity also only comes once, and it will take at least three thousand years to digest, because you can only get a projection. If you leave early, it will be a waste. "

"We are all born from this world. Only by becoming the true master of the world can we obtain the real fire, not the projection. As for where the fire of our world is."

She suddenly pointed to the sky.

There, there is the sun during the day and the moon at night.

There is no sun or moon in the void, and all that exists in this world is the fire obtained by the master of this world.

The Lord of Heaven and Earth does not have the power to create the world. All He has is the long-term "Six Paths Qualification", which allows the world He nurtures to continuously gain souls and spirits, thus giving birth to new life. All He has is to obtain the fire seeds of the moon and the sun, and thus give birth to the sun and the moon, hanging them in the sky, and thus giving birth to all things.

At this time, the bright moon was about to set. On a lonely cliff, Song Yan looked up at the rising sun at dawn.

The female cultivator in snowy clothes held up a green lantern, and her divine thoughts still emanated from the jade slips. She continued, "I have made a deal with the Lord of Heaven and Earth. It is hard to say what kind of existence He is, but He should cherish this world He created. However, He may be lying to me. I just don't think it's necessary."

Snapped.

Song Yan put away the jade slip and glanced at the "Law of Dragon Burial" again.

In this world, it is always difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, good and evil.

While I was thinking about it, I felt a fight breaking out in the distance.

He swept his spiritual sense around and saw that they were the sword cultivator and the robber cultivator.

The two sides have now reached a point where they are at loggerheads and are fighting fiercely.

Song Yan caught a new corpse that fell to the ground, seized its cause and effect, used his transformation, and then moved forward, watching various fights along the way.

This identity today, that identity tomorrow, a life full of cause and effect yet not affected by cause and effect.

He walked and stopped along the way, going with the flow, and then when he heard that "Ting Songya" had exploded the soul threshold, he was dispatched by the Sword Alliance and went there with his fellow brothers.

But today's fellow disciples may become strangers tomorrow. "Othering" and powerful forces allow Song Yan to integrate into a place in the most incredible way.

He is not anyone, but he can also be anyone.

Listen to Songya.
Thousands of pines grow among the cliffs. All the grasses have fallen down, but the pines stand alone, proudly standing in the wind.

This place was originally a place for sword cultivation, but the soul threshold suddenly erupted a few years ago. Now it has stabilized a little, which means that the evil treasure has gradually taken shape.

To cross the sea of ​​suffering, the more treasures the better. Such a battleground for military strategists is destined to become a Shura field in such a situation of grudges.

At this time, there is a valley in Tingsongyahunyu.

A handsome young man with an evil smile on his face was drinking from a jar of wine.

Soon, the goddess in green landed from not far away, walked to his side, and asked, "Ancestor Yan Zhang, why are you drinking?"

Tang Yanzhang laughed, shook the wine jar with his hands, and said slowly: "It's just a life of drunkenness and dreaming of death."

The green-robed goddess said, "For a general to succeed, he still needs thousands of bones to build up his army. How much more so for us? Isn't it good to help the clan leader achieve his hegemony?"

Tang Yanzhang was silent for a moment, then said, "Nothing is wrong."

The green-robed goddess smiled faintly and said, "Cheer up as soon as possible. I'll leave this place to you."

After saying that, she glanced not far away.

There, two baits were sitting cross-legged on a bluestone.

Tang Yanzhang said: "Don't worry, it's my job, I won't make any mistakes."

The green-robed goddess went away.

Obviously, the importance of the two baits decreased again. The Wuxiang Ancestor no longer cared about them, and Tang Ningxin no longer cared about them. Now they were handed over to Tang Yanzhang.

It is conceivable that as time goes by, the importance of the two will continue to decline, until one day they will no longer be put out as bait.

However, that day will definitely take some time, and before that, the two baits will absolutely not be able to escape. Of course, even if they lose their importance, what awaits them is not escape, but a more tragic fate.

Tang Yanzhang tilted his head slightly to glance at the two women, sneered, not knowing who he was laughing at, then drank the wine in one gulp, then exhaled a long breath of wine comfortably, but his squinting eyes were flashing with an elusive light.

time flies.
In the blink of an eye, several months passed.

The fighting in front of the Soul Threshold has already shifted into the Soul Threshold.

And wherever the battle is most intense, the formless ancestor is always present.

Tang Yanzhang shook the wine jar, as if sensing something, waiting for something. Suddenly, he looked behind him, his eyes swept over An Li and Yu Xuanwei, and suddenly hooked his finger at Yu Xuanwei and said, "Come here."

Yu Xuanwei did not dare to disobey, so she smiled and flew over, saying respectfully, "Ancestor Yan Zhang, what do you want me to do?"

Tang Yanzhang hooked his finger and said, "Closer."

Yu Xuanwei glanced at the wine jar beside the evil and handsome young man, her delicate body trembled, and she slowly walked forward.

Tang Yanzhang said: "Closer."

Yu Xuanwei's breathing almost stopped. She lowered her head and slowly walked towards Tang Yanzhang, then looked at the evil young man and stretched out her hand.

Yu Xuanwei closed her eyes.

But immediately, she felt a chill between her brows.

She opened her eyes in surprise, only to see Tang Yanzhang's finger pointing at her forehead.

"Ancestor?"

"Don't move."

About two hours later, Yu Xuanwei suddenly heard a low laugh. She looked up in surprise, but met the young man's sharp gaze.

Tang Yanzhang asked, "You are that boy's Taoist partner, right?"

Yu Xuanwei:
Tang Yanzhang asked strangely: "You are not?"

Yu Xuanwei:
Tang Yanzhang looked at An Li in the distance again and asked curiously, "Who is she?"

Yu Xuanwei said: "Report to the ancestor, she was just once."

Tang Yanzhang sighed and said, "Forget it, it's not important."

After he finished speaking, he laughed and said, “I used to think that my clan was a thriving place, where all the younger generations could strive to make progress, but I was wrong. The world is a big cage, and the ancient clan is a small cage.

Think about who I am, Tang Yanzhang, but today I have to act as a jailer, imprisoning my junior Taoist companions and making them do these despicable and dirty things, haha. Hahahaha."

His laughter was not only evil, but also crazy. "Heaven and earth gave birth to me without any intention. Either I starve to death and ascend to heaven, or I hold a sword and travel to the capital of the gods. How can I not be noble and not leave, and just be a tall and handsome man?"

The finger on Yu Xuanwei's forehead had already aimed at the perfect opportunity, an opportunity when the Wuxiang Ancestor was fighting at the soul threshold and his strength was weakened. The Wuxiang Ancestor's soul was strong, but his body belonged to Tang Xiaoxuan. No matter how he used secret methods to improve it over the years, it was still like that.
Even if outsiders don’t know, how could Tang Yanzhang not know?

The formless ancestor used the simplest ancient blood slave talisman on Yu Xuanwei and An Li.

The Blood Slave Talisman originates from the blood in the body, and its strength is naturally bound to the body.

At this moment, Tang Yanzhang found an opportunity, and with a touch, he actually shook the seal of the ancient blood slave talisman.

However, it is not that easy. It is obvious that the ancient blood slave symbol of the Wuxiang ancestor is not simple.

However, Tang Yanzhang's expression was extremely crazy.

Blood and energy surged around his body, and the power gathered in his fingers increased a lot.

His evil eyes stared at Yu Xuanwei's brows so hard that Yu Xuanwei didn't even dare to touch his peripheral vision.

But Tang Yanzhang was not looking at her, but wanted to see the formless ancestor opposite through the ancient blood slave symbol on his forehead.

"What about the ancestor?"

"Break it for me!"

laugh.
Bang!
Blood Slave Ancient Talisman, shattered.

Tang Yanzhang waved to An Li again, and when the latter came over, he broke the ancient blood slave talisman for her with one touch. Then he glanced at the shadow puppet birds that were monitoring the surroundings, and with a wave of his hand, he smashed those shadow puppets into pieces one after another.

After doing all this, he took a deep breath, then snorted coldly, and his body regained its vitality.

Yu Xuanwei, An Li bowed and said, "Thank you, ancestor."

Tang Yanzhang ignored the two women and turned into a rainbow and left.

He didn't want to save the two women, but just wanted to tear open the cage that the ancestor had put on him so that he could feel at ease.

Yu Xuanwei and An Li felt the restraints on their bodies being untied, and they looked at each other.

An Li said, "Run away."

Yu Xuanwei nodded.

They had no way out.

The two women hurriedly cast some spells to gather their energy, then flew low on their swords and hurried away.

The mountains that blocked their way were bypassed, and the canyon twisted and turned like a maze. They didn't even dare to go to high places and only wanted to escape quickly.

They knew that this time was different from before.

Before, they were just baits released by the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, but now, they truly have the opportunity to be free. However, the price of this opportunity is very high, and it is destined to be only once.

After half an incense stick of time, the two women had already gone far away, and then when they circled to another hilltop, the atmosphere suddenly changed strangely.

The two women were stunned, but did not stop. Instead, they looked at each other.

“Go around!!”

"accelerate!!"

Whizzing!

The sword rainbow became more and more intense.

However, a strange dark wall suddenly appeared in front of them, and it forced the two women back with a "bang".

The two women turned around again, and a dark wall continued to appear.

After several turns, all three locations including the high altitudes were blocked, leaving only one passage.

At the end of that passage, there appeared a female cultivator dressed in plain white clothes, looking extremely pure.

The female cultivator was holding a green oil-paper umbrella and walking slowly, and the three black walls actually flowed out from her umbrella.

But looking more closely, that was not a black wall, but clearly a huge, pitch-black devil's hand. The so-called three walls were just three fingers of the devil's hand. The other two were closing like lotus flowers as the female cultivator approached, slowly rising and falling, blocking all the retreat routes of An Li and Yu Xuanwei.

The female cultivator in plain clothes smiled and said, "Ancestor Yan Zhang destroyed the shadow puppet that was monitoring the shadow puppet, but I still have the shadow puppet that is monitoring the shadow puppet. I noticed it as soon as you left."

Yu Xuanwei suddenly became quiet, stared at the female cultivator walking towards her, and said, "Susu, are you really so heartless?"

The female cultivator in plain clothes smiled and said, "Just give Senior Brother Song away, isn't that enough?"

Yu Xuanwei said angrily: "Why don't you believe he is dead? Obviously, he did not escape from the void!"

The plain-clothed female cultivator said calmly, "Since you won't tell me, don't blame me for being heartless."

Her expression changed, and she looked at the petite female cultivator on the other side, smiling and saying, "Little An Li, without the protection of my senior brother, you are nothing. This world is still too cruel for you. You'd better not go out and wander around. It may not be better outside than here."

As soon as the words fell, the female cultivator in plain clothes did not wait for a response, but leaped back lightly, and the remaining two fingers of the magic hand closed completely, completely trapping Yu Xuanwei and An Li into the cage.

The two women struggled left and right in the devil's hands, but they were like birds in a cage that could not struggle enough to escape. The devil's hands were filled with demonic energy that soon turned into pitch-black shackles that locked the two women's hands and feet. After the lock was completed, the devil's hands released.

Another shadow puppet koi flew out from Wang Susu's umbrella. She sat at the head of the koi, carrying the two tightly tied women back. When they arrived at the camp of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, they were handed over directly to an elder in the clan, who handed them over to a disciple in the clan and ordered, "Escort them to the ancestral vein."

The two women looked desperate, their eyes turned around, and finally stopped at a fat female cultivator, who was Princess Xi. But at this time, Princess Xi slightly turned her head to avoid their sight, and waited until the two women were far away before she sighed softly.

The two women had no choice but to be taken to their ancestral home.

They knew that the Wuxiang Ancestor was now fighting in the Soul Threshold, but once Qi escaped, they would face a more solid cage.

高处
The green-robed goddess stood in the wind, overlooking everything that was happening below.

Standing beside him was a mysterious man wearing a ghost mask.

Tang Ningxin looked at the mysterious man and said respectfully, "Tang Yanzhang pretended to be decadent and decadent, living a life of drunkenness and dreams. He was just playing mad and stupid to paralyze us so that he could break free at the best time. Now, he has succeeded, but he has never been able to understand your painstaking efforts."

The mysterious man with the ghost face smiled sinisterly and said, "If not, how could they believe that I was really crazy? And how could they gather together on their own and save me the trouble?"

He looked into the distance and said, "Forget it. One less person won't make a difference. Let him go. I was the same when I was young. Seeing him makes me feel that he is indeed my descendant, haha."

After that, he said, "Those two baits are not worth much anymore. Let's deal with them when we get back. Let's go to the entrance of Tingsongya Soul Threshold and block it first. Anyone who enters this time, no matter who they are, must die inside, and no one can escape alive.

This time, one of the seven major bandits colluded with the Sword Alliance and wanted to stab me in the back, but they will never know who their real opponent is.

My name is Changsheng, and what I seek is also longevity.

I have no other choice. Being an immortal does not mean becoming a god. I do not have the protection of the master of heaven and earth. Even if I become a god, it is difficult to avoid the collapse of heaven and earth.

If I want to survive and make further progress, I have no choice, Ning Xin, do you understand?"

Tang Ning thought to herself, "Ning Xin will always understand."

After saying that, she flicked her fingers, and her green clothes turned into blood-red clothes, and a hideous ghost mask appeared on her pretty face.

The mysterious man turned into blood light in an instant and went away with Tang Ningxin. When they arrived at the entrance of Tingsong Cliff, they began to ambush and block the door skillfully.

Listen to Songya Soul Threshold, the End
The snow in the Tumor Realm fell quietly, but there was not a single weak cultivator left here at this time, and they ignored the freeze of cause and effect.

Outside, their identities are different, but all of them can make an area shake three times with just a stomp of their feet.

The bandit leader on the left had red eyes and red hair that burned like flames, looking ferocious and terrifying. This was the leader of the third bandit among the seven major bandits, Master Xueyi.

At this time, Master Xue Yi was controlling a row of hundreds of flying knives with blood-colored patterns, charging left and right.

But his opponent was not from the Sword Alliance.

On the contrary, an old silver-haired Taoist from the Sword Alliance was fighting alongside him, holding a Mysterious Water Flying Sword.

The old Taoist was wearing a white Taoist robe with water patterns embroidered on it, a green silk ribbon tied around his waist, and cloud-like shoes on his feet, giving him an immortal look.

This person is the master of the eighth peak among the thirteen peaks of the Sword Alliance—Master Bishui.

The flying knives and swords burst out with terrifying energy, but they only created dark ripples on the surrounding array shield.

The ripples spread in circles, seemingly with great momentum, but all the energy was confined within the formation shield.

Of course, in addition to Master Xueyi and True Man Bishui, Qiu Baiwei is also here. Apart from these, among the remaining masters, there are actually seven Divine Infants when all are added up.

Everyone thought that the relationship between them was that of mortal enemies, at least before entering this "Tingsong Cliff Soul Threshold", they were indeed mortal enemies.

But as they went deeper, Master Xueyi suddenly stabbed the Wuxiang clan leader who entered with him in the back with his backhand.

As for the reason
Very simple.

Anyone with some scheming can see through the intentions of the Wuxiang clan leader.

That is to launch indiscriminate killings, and put the dead into his mysterious blood flag without distinction. Whether they were members of the Sword Alliance, bandits, or even people of his own race, as long as they died, they would be put into the flag.

For such a person, even bandits would not stay, so he was stabbed in the back.

However, the Wuxiang tribe leader who entered this place seemed to have eyes on his back and dodged the moment of the backstab. Then, a scene appeared that was unbelievable and extremely shocking to both the Sword Alliance and the bandits.

A ground formation in the snowy area of ​​the Tumor Realm suddenly appeared, and streams of underworld energy seemed to have descended from the Netherworld. A black light column that could be hugged by several people shot up into the sky, then covered the sky and the sun, swirling rapidly, and transformed into a powerful sacrificial formation.

The Wuxiang clan leader tore off his outer robe, his limbs turned into claws, and his body stretched out, transforming into a mysterious and terrifying black and white dragon - the Yin-Yang Dragon.

The Yin-Yang Black Dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws, directly entwining itself around the Hades Sacrifice Formation. One claw grasped the formation shield that was swirling with black gas, and the other claw was actually grabbing a bloody banner.

This blood flag is the mark of Wuxiang clan leader Tang Xiaoxuan.

There are different kinds of banners.

The powerful soul flag can automatically nourish the soul within it, doubling the power it can exert, and even upgrading it from a purple mansion soul to a divine infant soul.

But such soul flags are extremely demanding in terms of materials.

Unfortunately, the pole of the blood flag in the Yin-Yang Black Dragon's hand is made of a very special material, which is dragon bone.

Dragon bone blood banner!
Its sacred dragon head suddenly became extremely evil, and its dragon eyes looked down at the "food" in the formation with sinister eyes.

Originally, these seven divine infants could have smashed the underworld sacrificial formation with an effort, but with the blessing of the Yin-Yang Mysterious Dragon, the formation became extremely hard.

The black dragon dances and the earth's energy is sacrificed.

In the formation, everything is blocked.

At this moment, a cultivator at the Purple Mansion level could no longer hold on and fell to the ground exhausted. He groaned and raised his hand but it quickly fell down and then turned into a ray of life energy, which was transmitted to the sacrificial formation.

The Yin-Yang Dragon opened its bloody mouth and swallowed the life energy in one gulp.

Everyone understands this scene.

True Man Bishui said sternly: "Demon!!"

The Yin Yang Black Dragon snorted heavily, its eyes showing human-like greed. It did not answer, but simply held on tightly.

Master Xue Yi narrowed his eyes at the strange dragon and said, "No, it was Tang Xiaoxuan who entered the Soul Threshold with us. When did you become you? Where is Tang Xiaoxuan?"

True Man Bishui said, "It was you who controlled Tang Xiaoxuan and took away everything from him? Or was it the Wuxiang Ancestor?"

Yin Yang Xuan Long suddenly spoke in a human voice: "Finally you are not that stupid. You even know that I am the ancestor. But you are still stupid. Because I am the real Wu Xiang ancestor. In order to survive, Tang Changsheng had already sacrificed himself and his immortal position to my Ku Hai Dragon Clan."

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the fleshy giant who had been rushing left and right with everyone in the formation suddenly became more and more cloudy. His whole body swelled up like an inflated body, and the sword energy burst out from the fat in his obese body, making him like a sword energy hedgehog. He rolled suddenly and hit the unsuspecting Master Xueyi from behind, and then attacked Master Bishui beside him fiercely.

Master Bishui blocked hastily.

A brilliant energy explosion separated the two sides.

True Man Bishui looked at this traitor from the ancient sword-making clan.

Of course he knew about "Qiu Baiwei".

Qiu Baiwei was extremely filial and respectful to his teacher. After his teacher's death, he was stimulated and devoted himself to pursuing a deeper sword path. He then stepped into the Heart Demon Sword Prison and opened the door. Then he passed through the door and returned from "outside the hall". However, his sanity had been greatly reduced, so he became crazy.

But at this moment, Master Bishui suddenly remembered that there were also demons in the "Inner Demon Sword Prison".

Evil thoughts from outside the domain are particularly suitable for these things.

Qiu Baiwei entered it and came out madly, why is it not possible that he was completely controlled by the devil?
"So this is what the Bitter Sea Dragon Clan and the Bitter Sea Sword Prison are like," muttered True Man Bishui.

He raised his head and met Yin Yang Xuan Long's playful gaze again.

The dragon opened his mouth slightly and said, "You know it's too late."

Tingsongya Soul Threshold entrance.

brush!
A flash of blood appeared, and the monk who was rushing towards him was split into two halves by the sword light.

Whoosh!
There were also monks coming from afar.

The ghost-faced Tang Ningxin took a light step, and with a flick of his sword, he pierced the cultivator's forehead, killing him.

The green-clothed goddess looked left and right, then landed at Tang Changsheng's side and said, "Patriarch, he is gone for now."

Ghost-faced Tang Changsheng glanced at the many corpses around him and stood silently.

At this moment, an extremely abrupt expression appeared on his face, which seemed to have everything under control, and then he let out a surprised and shocked "Huh" sound.

Yu Xuanwei, An Li suddenly felt the shadow rope that bound her wrists was split into two.

The two women turned their heads in surprise, only to see that the disciple from the Wuxiang Ancient Clan who was escorting them was looking at them with a smile.

Yu Xuanwei was stunned for a moment, then she said gratefully, "Thank you."

An Li also said: "Thank you very much"

The disciple of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan wiped his face, revealing Song Yan's smiling face, and said, "Long time no see."

(End of this chapter)