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

Chapter 244 243. We are. Good. Friends. (8.2K words - long chapter, please subscribe)
Small courtyard.

The woman in the black dress was full of anger. She looked at the plump and beautiful woman who was smelling perfume on the side and said, "You helped the man you liked to take my Xuan Cha body, but now he hasn't recovered yet. It seems that his injuries are more serious than you thought."

After Han Weizi weighed the incense, she put it on the golden mill beside her and started grinding it with a "squeaky sound". The incense she made could not only make her lover feel more pleasure during lovemaking, but also regulate his body.

As long as there are spices, ancient methods, and secret techniques in the world that can increase strength and potential, she will get them at all costs.

As long as her husband is well and strong, she will be happy.

"Xiao Lingdang, my husband is not what you think." Han Weizi said slowly, "You said before that he had many women, so he just thought I was useful and wanted to play with me, and sooner or later he would sell me.

But what about this time? He didn't lend me to Lu Jueyun, even though I had already volunteered, but he still pulled me back. I felt like he was jealous.

Even this time, he didn't allow me to follow him to the Dragon Battlefield. I'm not good at frontal combat, and he knew this, and he was afraid that something might happen to me, so he let me stay here and wait for the sect's empty boat to arrive."

Han Lingzi was speechless for a moment. He bit his lip, his lively eyes rolling around, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the ground. After a long while, he said, "He lied to you! He deceived you into trusting him. Otherwise, how could you have helped him so wholeheartedly to intimidate me, persuade me, and make me lose my mind and devote myself to him that night?"

Han Weizi put down the golden millstone, shook her head slightly and said, "You have never seen his soul clearly. Under his skin, his soul is clean."

Han Lingzi stared at her blankly, then shouted, "You're possessed! You're possessed!"

She sighed again and said, "Forget it. There is not much sisterhood left between you and me. This time when I return to the Heling Sect, I will return to my own world. I don't want to see you again, and I don't want to see him even more."

Han Weizi asked in surprise, "Go back to your own world and play with the little ones? That would be a waste of time.

After all, it is impossible to find a trace of the fire of the moon and the sun in your own world. Are you going to stop practicing and make progress from now on?

In this world, the strong prey on the weak. If you don't become stronger, sooner or later your world will be destroyed, and you might even be refined into a treasure by others."

Han Lingzi said coldly: "You should take good care of your good husband and hope that he can come back alive."

She placed great emphasis on the word "alive".

Han Weizi was not angry. She mixed the crushed incense powder together and began to mix several kinds of incense powder. At the same time, she said sweetly: "If he lives, I live. If he dies, I will avenge him. After the revenge, I will follow him."

"Possessed!"

"You actually became possessed by a demon for a man!"

Han Lingzi turned around angrily and rushed to the door.

The door opened.

There was a loud "bang".

The Tianfeng wooden sword broke through the blood river of the exploding talisman.

Song Yan plunged into it.

Before he left, he turned his head to look in the direction of the blood river.

The corpse wrapped in dense talismans was still there, but the jade slip in the corpse's arms had disappeared. It was obviously taken away by the cultivator who came to investigate, and it might be Lu Jueyun.

brush!
His figure appeared in a dense forest.

The ghost fog has gone, and here the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, and plants are growing wildly. If you look carefully, you can find many legendary exotic flowers and plants.

The tombstones of "Hanshan Zhenren" and "Xianggu Niangniang" are still at your feet.
Song Yan's pupils constricted.

There suddenly appeared a number of gray-black "eggs" on the ground beneath his feet.

There was a suffocating, cold and foul air flowing in those "eggs".

Just by taking a look, Song Yan felt a long-lost tingling sensation on his scalp. That gloomy feeling was very similar to the rising coldness in the depths of his soul.

Chicken, that is, eggs.

If the egg is not opened, the inside is undeveloped and blurry.

The same is true inside these gray-black eggs.

Song Yan suddenly turned his head and looked at one of them.

There was an acquaintance lying in that one.

This familiar person was exactly one of the eight Wind-Twist Knights under Lu Jueyun.

At this time, the man was still struggling, but Song Yan could see that his "body", "soul" and "mind" were separating.

The three are separated yet overlapping, as if one person has grown three heads that are stacked on top of each other and pulled apart madly. It looks weird and creepy.

He looked at the other one.

We are also acquaintances!
Before that, he was a companion of Han Gong and Song Yanshi - a Wusheng.

The soaking time for the martial artist must have been long.

His "body", "soul" and "mind" had been almost completely pulled apart, and his body was being wrapped in a ball of turbid air, undergoing a change that Song Yan found familiar - it was becoming like the underworld!

The divine consciousness was also wrapped in a ball of turbid air. It was completely separated from the body and soul, and was also transforming into something that Song Yan felt was familiar with - the devil!
As for his spirit, Song Yan was even more familiar with it.

The soul seemed to be moldy, with cold hands extending from the center, which was very similar to what was in his soul at this moment.

'What the hell is this?'

"I know that the creatures of the underworld and the demons all come from the Five Spirits Demon Palace, and the Five Spirits Demon Palace is a relatively new force in the history of the entire universe. So, is there a shadow of the Five Spirits Demon Palace here as well?"

'That's not right. It's not that easy for underworld creatures and demons to form, but they are forming here at the same time.'

"What on earth is this?"

Even though Song Yan was knowledgeable and experienced, he couldn't help but have all kinds of doubts at this moment and secretly exclaimed in amazement.

But these "chickens" tentatively called "ghost cultivators" didn't seem to be targeting him for the time being. Song Yan concealed his breath, moved instantly, and quickly appeared next to the giant dragon skeleton that he had already noticed in advance.

A dragon tomb can be vaguely seen among the skeletons. The tomb was formed naturally when the dragon died, and is engraved with complex and disordered textures.

'Use this tombstone as a resource to practice the "Law of Dragon Burial."'

Suddenly, lines of information emerged:

[You quickly devour the ancient 'Panlong Tombstone' in front of you. Panlong is a stronger existence than Kuilong, so the power that this tombstone can give you is naturally stronger.]

[A wisp of dragon-like burial energy impacts the word "burial" that you have glimpsed. The word "burial" gradually expands, and it seems that something inside is about to break out, but it is quickly suppressed by another force.]

[You notice that a strange white dot suddenly appears in your soul. The power that suppresses the word "burial" is this white dot. At the same time, you notice that a new line of information has appeared on your panel: "Heavenly Words - Wa" (0/100)]

[You continue to practice, the black spots continue to expand, and the white spots emerge from deeper and deeper, forming a larger white ring outside. It is really like 'the black is one foot high, the white is ten feet high']

[You feel that you cannot allow the two to expand without doing anything, so you grit your teeth and mobilize your natal talisman, "Freedom", to try to use this power to suppress the two points within a certain range and prevent them from continuing to spread.]

[A transparent ring reappears outside the white ring. Your efforts have paid off. The black dot and the white ring are gathered together.]

[The burial energy of the Panlong Tombstone was mobilized crazily, which made the power of the black spot stronger and stronger. After it grew to a certain extent, the black spot broke free from the encirclement of the white ring and began to counter-encircle.]

[The white ring turned into a white dot, surrounded by the black ring. Your transparent ring was stained by black and white, and thus turned into a light gray.]

[The black ring continues to rush out, and you realize that something is wrong, because the black represents the power of the 'Forbidden Talisman - Burial', the white represents the power of the 'Forbidden Talisman - Nuwa', and the gray represents your own power of 'Freedom'. If 'Burial' breaks through your 'Freedom', then even though you won't die immediately, you will definitely not feel good. You decide to do something]

For a moment, Song Yan paused for a moment. He sensed the situation in his body, the breakthrough that was just around the corner, and the abyss that was just one step away, and fell into deep thought.

boom! !

Lu Jueyun was hit by a sword, and the iron armor on his body shattered. Blood marks appeared on his skin. He looked at the swordsman on the high place with fear.

His eyebrows were cool and sharp, his lips were extremely pale, but there was a strange stiffness in his eyes, which ruined his overall elegance.

He was dressed in a spotless white robe with two ice crystal coins hanging from the corners of the robe. In his hand was a magic sword of the Xuanhuang realm that was emitting all kinds of "power of love".

The sword is affectionate, but the man is ruthless.

A heartless man wields a compassionate sword.

Lu Jueyun suddenly remembered something and said in a stern voice: "You are the last head of the Supreme Sect, Hanshan Zhenren, Xiao Hanshan!

No, you are not Xiao Hanshan. If you were really Xiao Hanshan, I would have been killed long ago. And Xiao Hanshan has realized the supreme way of forgetting love, so he can never be as ruthless as you.
I know, I know! The ancient battlefield in this rusty sword is your Supreme Sect, you have become a ghost cultivator!"

Master Hanshan, who was on the high place, neither admitted nor denied it, but just flew down.

The infinite power of love stretched out like a spider web, locking up the powerless Lu Jueyun and imprisoning him in a cage.

There was still some clarity in the latter's eyes, but the strength in his body was dispersed, and he had to fight against the power emanating from these emotional forces at all times.

On the other side, there was a female cultivator from Hehuan wrapped in a blushing pink veil. She was beautiful, with a peach blossom hairpin between her eyebrows, but her cheeks were inexplicably swollen, as if they were a giant corpse, but the swelling was well covered up by rouge and powder.

Bells rang when she stepped on them, and shadows of peach blossoms bloomed with every step she took.

This is none other than the "Xianggu Goddess" who was buried with Hanshan Zhenren - Huaxianggu.

Hua Xiang Gu is a demon girl of the Albizzia species, but the sect that Xiao Hanshan belongs to is a righteous one.

The two were buried in the same place, but the Tai Shang Sect became a battlefield and then suffered a devastating disaster. Countless stories must have happened in between.

It’s just that the past can no longer be recalled, and if the story is to be buried, then let it be buried.

The two people who may have been enemies or even foes in life, have a tacit understanding after becoming ghost cultivators.

The fragrance of flowers and bones rings the bells when you step on them.

Amid the ringing of bells, the monks who had escaped before were followed behind Nianggu Xianggu with expressionless faces, their hands hanging and their heads lowered, following her closely.

The two of them gathered together and looked at each other.

Xiao Hanshan said: "Except for the incident with Han Zhou, there have been no problems since then. With my Three Thousand Love Threads Sword Formation, I can kill anyone I want, and I can also imprison anyone I want."

Hua Xianggu said: "Then don't worry about it. Now we should think about how to infiltrate the outside world."

Xiao Hanshan lifted up Lu Jueyun who was in the Love Cage and said with a sinister smile: "There are many people from outside sects in this batch. If we make them all our people, we can leave quietly.

I have always wondered how we came to be, and maybe there is a truth out there that we know.”

"Yes, we are the only two who have revived in this huge battlefield, and I also want to leave here as soon as possible." Hua Xianggu said, "But, if we want to transform this kid in the Xuanhuang Second Realm, we have to wait at least fifty years. I just hope that during the time these guys are missing, they won't attract some old guys that we can't deal with."

Xiao Hanshan frowned and said, "It's a pity that I only inherited a little bit of Master Hanshan's power, otherwise I wouldn't be so worried."

Hua Xianggu said, "Let's go back first."

The two of them quickly plunged into the Blood Talisman River. At the end of the river, Xiao Hanshan suddenly reached out and took a jade slip from Lu Jueyun's arms, then casually threw it into the skeleton's arms.

This thing is a huge trap that can explode.

Those who can obtain this thing are all experts.

When they meet each other, they can directly detonate the jade slip and injure the master before the fight even begins.

that is it.

As for the "Three Tribulations Heavenly Thunder Pearl", it is a mass-produced product and is the real deal.

Only the one true and the one false can deceive the monks who come here.

Suddenly, Hua Xianggu sniffed and frowned slightly.

Xiao Hanshan asked: "What's wrong?"

Hua Xianggu smiled and said, "It smells like a strange man. This little mouse is smart enough to enter here while we were away. Hee, interesting."

Xiao Hanshan snorted coldly, and as he took a step, the space shook, and in an instant he was immersed in the depths of this world.

"It's you, Li Xuanchan."

Before Xiao Hanshan could ask any questions, Lu Jueyun, who was holding the Three Thousand Love Threads Formation, had already recognized the cultivator in front of the dragon.

At this time, Lu Jueyun had fallen into complete despair. Looking at Li Xuanchan, an inexplicable hatred suddenly arose in his heart.

"If you lend me Han Weizi, maybe I'll have a chance to escape!"

"Now, you will die with me!"

After saying these two sentences, he looked at Xiao Hanshan and took the initiative to explain the background of the Heling Sect elder in front of him in detail, saying: "Master Hanshan, this person was at the Xuanhuang Second Realm before, and now he is seriously injured. With your strength, you can take him down very quickly."

Song Yan glanced at the person coming, the sound of bells coming from afar, and the female cultivator in pink gauze, and his heart began to beat fast.

He never expected that they would come back so soon.

Originally he was not worried, because even if he died, he could be resurrected in the coffin.

However, everything has changed now. If he dies again, the word "burial" in his body will inevitably expand. Now the word "burial" has expanded to this extent. If it expands again, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Thinking of this, he suddenly said to himself: "Not good!"

Because at this moment when he was distracted, the word "burial" had actually broken through the gray ring formed by his "freedom" and polluted the outside.

Xiao Hanshan looked at Song Yan, smiled faintly, and said: "You are so smart and you have fallen into a trap. You have saved us a lot of effort."

Song Yan's mind was racing to the extreme.

The image of a "three-legged tripod" naturally emerged in his mind.

Among the Three Kingdoms, stability can only be achieved if the second and third kingdoms join forces to fight against the first kingdom.

Before, he used “葬” to suppress “娲”. Now that the character “葬” has become more powerful, why can’t he use “娲” to suppress “葬”?

Thinking of this, a feeling of blessing surged from his heart.

He immediately used the gray ring to touch the white spot.

The moment he took the initiative to touch it, an extremely strong and cold feeling arose in his soul.

Song Yan used this cold power to speak: "Master Hanshan."

As soon as these four words came out, Master Hanshan, who was about to take action, suddenly stopped. A compulsive thought arose in his heart: he must listen to what the person in front of him said!
Song Yan continued: "We."

At this moment, Song Yan also felt that he was in a dilemma. There was only one compulsory thought left in his mind: no matter what he wanted to say, he must finish the sentence!
Master Hanshan stretched his neck, determined to hear this sentence to the end even if he died.

Song Yan continued: "Yes"

Master Hanshan opened his eyes wide and stared at him.

Song Yan was in extreme distress. At this moment, he felt that he was suddenly standing in front of many roads. The next word he said would establish a cause and effect, or even make something that did not exist at all become true.

However, everything has a price.

If he dared to say those exaggerated words, the power of "Nuwa" would swallow him up in an instant.

If he dares to say "you die", Master Hanshan will definitely die, but he will also suffer backlash, making the second weakest "White Spot" become the strongest.

Lu Jueyun sensed the strange scene and said, "Master, kill him!"

Song Yan gritted his teeth. He wanted to choose the one with the least cost, "Say what you say and mean what you say".

"it is good"

"friend"

"friend"

Song Yan uttered these three words almost with gritted teeth, and after he said them, the black in his body that was about to break through the gray ring was suddenly pulled hard by the surging white inside, and shrank back again.

Lu Jueyun laughed and said, "Li Xuanchan, are you crazy? Are you crazy? Do you think this will work?"

Before he finished speaking, a scene that was completely beyond his imagination happened.

Master Hanshan stared at Song Yan with eyes wide open, and a look of realization slowly emerged in his eyes. He raised his finger and pointed at Song Yan, saying: "You...you are also a ghost cultivator!"

Song Yan's eyes lit up.

After he said to Master Hanshan, "We are good friends," it seemed that he and the ghost cultivator in front of him had a friendship that was unique to men.

If the power of the word "葬" is related to death, then the power of the word "娲" is creation. To be more precise, it means that what you say is what comes true.

He nodded deeply and said, "I am."

Han Shan said: "I don't know why, but the first time I saw you, I felt like we were both in this world together."

Song Yan said: "Me too."

Han Shan said: "I have been looking for where I came from and where I am going, but apart from Hua Xiang Gu, I have not met anyone else like me."

Song Yan said excitedly: "Me too!"

As he spoke, he could hardly control his emotions because he finally had friends, good friends who were loyal to him.

Master Hanshan's eyes were filled with tears, and he landed and said, "Brother!"

Song Yan also said: "Brother!"

Hua Xianggu drifted over from afar, looked at this scene, and said loudly: "Xiao Hanshan, are you crazy?"

Lu Jueyun, who was trapped in the Three Thousand Love Threads Cage, had completely forgotten his own situation and asked in astonishment, "Li Xuanchan, what tricks did you play?"

Song Yan sensed the fragile balance in his body.

"From the first meeting to becoming good friends with a ghost cultivator in the second level of Xuanhuang" does not seem to be enough to completely pull down the word "burial".

He turned his gaze towards Hua Xiang Gu.

Xiao Hanshan was explaining to the latter: "Mrs. Xianggu, he is also a ghost cultivator, can't you see that? From now on, we are not alone. We can act together."

Hua Xianggu snorted coldly, "Xiao Hanshan, I don't care what kind of spell you were hit by, I want to kill him now. He may be a ghost cultivator and have some yin energy, but he is definitely not in the same group with us!"

After saying that, she turned her head to look at Song Yan, suddenly smiled brightly, and took out a string of white bone necklaces that exuded a strange fragrance.

Song Yan said loudly: "Mrs. Xianggu."

Hua Xianggu stopped what she was doing. For some reason, she had to listen to this person finish his words after he started talking.

Song Yan gritted his teeth and said, "We are good. friends."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hua Xianggu suddenly took back the hand that was holding Bai Gu Yingluo.

She turned her head to look at Xiao Hanshan and said solemnly: "I was wrong, it's not magic, he is really our good friend."

Xiao Hanshan said: "I'll tell you."

Lu Jueyun was completely dumbfounded.

Song Yan was already sweating profusely, his face was pale, and his body was even shaking unconsciously. He suddenly looked up, showing a mouthful of sharp white teeth to Lu Jueyun, and then was about to open his mouth to "turn enemies into friends" again.

However, when the words came to his lips, he found that it was not possible.

It's reached its limit.

After "turning enemies into friends" twice, Wazi gained the upper hand. If he used it forcibly again, the balance would be broken.

The cost of following one's words is too high.

At this time, Xiao Hanshan picked up Lu Jueyun in the cage and said, "Old Li, this kid has bad intentions towards you."

Lu Jueyun was stunned, and then he screamed: "Master Hanshan, you were deceived by him! You were deceived by him!"

Hua Xianggu's face was grim.

Xiao Hanshan suddenly shook the cage, and the three thousand threads of love were instantly pressed to the middle, turning the cage into a rope that bound the body. Lu Jueyun fell to the ground and let out a shrill scream.

Hua Xianggu said: "Fortunately you have some conscience and know how to take action. Otherwise, if my good friend is wronged, I will hold you accountable!"

Xiao Hanshan snorted coldly: "It seems as if you and Lao Li are the only good friends!"

Song Yan stepped forward and said solemnly: "Brother Hanshan, Sister Xianggu, please help me force some information out of this boy. I am worried that he may harm us."

Hua Xianggu said, "Don't worry, Lao Li, I'm the best at forcing confessions."

Song Yan suddenly felt relieved. He was about to sit down again, but he felt his legs go weak and he collapsed.

He glanced at the two ghost cultivators who had suddenly developed a strong friendship out of nowhere, and an inexplicable chill suddenly rose in his heart.

The word "Wa" is so scary.

He sat cross-legged, and amidst Lu Jueyun's shrill screams, he used the last breath of the Dragon Tomb to impact the characters in the talisman in order to achieve a breakthrough.

He knew a lot about the realm.

Many of them come from the "Xuantian Sword Canon".

The Xuantian Sword Classic is a general outline that he got from the Tianqi Sword Palace, which describes the basic information of the Xuanhuang realm from the first to the third realm. It mentions that "except for some special talismans", almost all of one's own natal talismans need to create a set of exercises suitable for oneself, such as the "Ultra-North Star Hub Return to the Hidden Secret" and the "Red Dust Secret".

The "Xuantian Sword Classic" is the book that assisted in the creation of this technique.

But Song Yan has discovered that he is a little bit special.

The characters on his natal talisman are really strange now.

That's a ball.

It is the "freedom" that is completely wrapped up with "Wa" and "Zang".

Therefore, whether he was helping the word "zang" to break through the second realm of Xuanhuang, or helping the word "wa", or "zizai", the remaining two words would also break through together.

However, the resources he needed to break through were far greater than those of others.

Otherwise he should have broken through long ago.

The resources he obtained in Tianqi Sword Palace were enough for him to break through the second realm of Xuanhuang;

Taking Han Lingzi's "Xuan Cha Body" was enough for him to break through once more;
After two visits to the Dragon Tomb, practicing the "Law of Dragon Burial" was actually enough for him to break through once more.

However, it took the resources of three breakthroughs to bring him the real breakthrough at this moment.

[Thirteen thousand two hundred and eleven years later, you comprehended your destiny realm]

[This natal realm has never existed before, please name it]

It was the first time that Song Yan encountered a power without a name.

'Let's call it 'Great Freedom'.'

He picked a name and then looked at his soul at that moment.

The fusion of black, white and gray is becoming more and more intricate and indistinguishable. Although gray is outside now, black and white also want to break out. This is a balance of three forces, and it is also his extremely unstable natal realm.

Song Yan tried to get up, only to find that he felt weak all over.

"Old Li, are you okay?" Master Hanshan noticed his abnormality, then moved his hand and handed over a bottle of elixir, saying, "This is the best Miaoxuan elixir that can restore your full power. I stole it from you, so you're welcome."

Song Yan took the pill and resisted subconsciously, but then he remembered their friendship.

This is his good friend.

How could his good friend harm him?

He took out the Miao Xuan Pill and took a bite. A faint sense of recovery surged into his heart, but the effect was not enough.

"Brother Hanshan, I'll go first." Song Yan said.

Xiao Hanshan’s finger was on Lu Jueyun’s forehead, and the latter was struggling in pain as if he was having a nightmare. Xiao Hanshan said, “Old Li, if I can find out the details of this kid, I will definitely tell you.

If you want to find us, we are here, you can come anytime. Anyway, your sister Xianggu and I are fishing here, we are not going anywhere.

There will definitely be more monks coming these days, so go out quietly and don’t let anyone find you, or you’ll definitely get into trouble.”

Song Yan nodded. He took a few steps and suddenly stopped. He looked at the chicken egg on one side and saw a female corpse lying in it.

The female corpse had a bronze ghost face on one half and a beautiful face on the other half. Now her body, soul and mind were almost completely separated. Her body was a body from the underworld, her mind was a mind from the devil, and her soul was dirty.
If this isn’t Yin Jiuchai from before, then who else could it be?

Lady Xianggu said, "Old Li, do you like this ghost cultivator? I will coax her later and tell her that you were her master in her previous life and let her follow you."

Song Yan said: "How can that be possible?"

Lady Xianggu asked, "Is there anything we can or cannot do between us?"

Song Yan said: "Forget it."

Xianggu Niangniang said, "Don't be polite with us. When you come here, just treat it as your own home. Take whatever you like."

Song Yan turned and left.

The place that once killed him in an instant became the safest place because of a simple sentence "We are good friends".

Han Weizi's bed is not only Song Yan's happy nest, but also a holy place for him to heal and recover.

In each collision, Han Weizi gently stroked Song Yan's back, her fingertips dimly lit, like lamps lit in the middle of the night waiting for someone to return. Those lights absorbed all the good power around them and sent it into Song Yan's body.

The recovery speed is hundreds or thousands of times faster than the previous Miaoxuan Pill.

Song Yan's weakness was recovering quickly, and the faint floral scent around him made him feel even better.

But after just one night, his condition was restored.

On the contrary, Han Weizi didn't expect that he could "eat" so much, and he looked quite weak at this time.

It was the first time that Song Yan felt such great happiness from a woman, and it was also the first time that he felt a woman could be so useful to him. What was even more rare was that this woman actually loved him wholeheartedly.

Although he lacks righteousness, he does have a bit of foolish loyalty and infatuation, but what does it matter?
He is a devil and a villain.

The male villain matches the female villain, just right.

He gently held the young lady in his arms and said softly: "I'm sorry to have worried you during this period."

Han Weizi closed her eyes, lying happily in his arms, and said, "I knew that nothing would happen to you, my dear."

Naturally, she would not say anything unlucky at this time, and would not say "If my husband dies, I will avenge you and then follow you."

As the two people pressed against each other, flames burned, invaded, and destroyed, casting a sense of harmonious fusion deep into their flesh, blood, and soul.

Han Weizi sensed her man's weakness and felt distressed. She also wanted to ask, "Have you recovered to the second level of Xuanhuang?" But when the words came to her lips, she didn't ask.

Because she already knew the answer without asking.

How can my man recover when he is so weak?
Song Yan felt at peace, and slept in the arms of the young lady, a rare occasion.

Obsessed for several days
Song Yan recovered completely.

He also warned Miss Han Weizi that "no one must know that he has been to the Dragon Secret Realm, otherwise there will be endless troubles", and then left again at night.

Han Weizi naturally found her sister and told her what Song Yan had said.

Although Han Lingzi hated the evil man who took her body, she now knew that the three of them would prosper together and would not do anything stupid.

Song Yan returned to the depths of the ancient dragon battlefield, looking for elixirs, and used his extraordinary wisdom to quickly recover from his injuries.

True Man Hanshan and Goddess Xianggu have attracted many monks. In addition, this place is an ancient battlefield, so there are many treasures left here.

After a while, Song Yan felt that his body had completely recovered.

With a slight movement, the Ice Prison Realm was activated, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and everything froze quickly, as if time had stood still.

Han Shan Zhenren on the side thought to himself, "Old Li's power is really not that good," but he still clapped his hands in praise, and then said, "That kid does know a lot of things that are not good for you, and they are all here."

As he spoke, he held up a jade slip that recorded his thoughts.

Song Yan grabbed the jade slip, and all of a sudden, some fragments of Lu Jueyun's spiritual thoughts that were intercepted flooded into his mind.

After a long while, he put down the jade slip, his face showed a cold expression, then he looked at Master Hanshan with a grim smile and said, "Brother Hanshan, are you interested in swallowing up the three sects? Invade their top leaders and make them all our people?"

Master Hanshan slapped his thigh and said, "Of course there is! But..."

Song Yan said: "How do we calculate the training period of ghost cultivators?"

Han Shan Zhenren said without hiding anything: "It takes ten years to reach Xuan Huang level one, and almost fifty years to reach Xuan Huang level two."

Song Yan recalled that a long, long time ago, it seemed that in the Puppet Sect, it seemed that the original leader of the Shadow Puppet Peak was called Double-Skinned Face, and what Double-Skinned Face seemed to be looking forward to was a war between sects. The more chaotic the better, after all, chaos would lead to deaths, and the dead would turn into ghost cultivators.

Now it's his turn.

(End of this chapter)