Chen Xuan nodded slightly: "You are doing a good job."

If it weren't for the experienced ghost master Youhuo Mingjun, who was here, Chen Xuan would have really let Gui Yaotian and Xiong Debiao's souls escape.

"Give me your life! Lord Evil Emperor!"

Gui Yaotian and Xiong Debiao's souls were captured by Youhuo Mingjun. They instantly lost their fierce aura just now and kept begging for mercy.

However, Chen Xuan didn't even look at the two of them, and only gave a command to Youhuo Mingjun: "These two souls can be used to refine puppets."

Hearing Chen Xuan's words, Gui Yaotian and Xiong Debiao were so scared that they were so scared that they could be so scared that they would be worse than death if their souls were refined into the puppet.

The two were about to continue begging for mercy, but Youhuo Mingjun no longer gave them a chance to speak. They used the soul-binding spell to imprison their souls and put them in Chen Xuan's storage bag.

Chen Xuan was about to leave, and from the corner of his eyes saw the white elixir bottle in the corner of the tomb. He immediately raised his right palm and took the bottle into his hand and opened it. He saw a elixir with bright red plasma inside, with a strong air

Blood emanated from it.

"Is this the so-called blood-making pill?"

Chen Xuan was slightly happy and put the elixir bottle into the storage bag to prepare for verification.

When Chen Xuan walked out of the Netherworld Tomb, he faintly heard a roar from the sky, as if a high-level monk was fighting in the air.

Chen Xuan had already obtained the secret technique of martial souls, so he did not need to stay in the dangerous Qingshakou. When he was about to leave the road when he was about to go, he found that the surrounding terrain had changed and he could not find the way he had just now.

Chen Xuan frowned when he found this. It was indeed easy to come in and go out. Even if he flew into the air to find a way, he had to deal with the resentful souls hidden in the sky and various strange twisted spaces. It can be said that the air is more than the ground.

More dangerous.

As a last resort, Chen Xuan could only carefully explore the periphery after identifying the direction. Occasionally, some fierce fighting sounds of monks came from the distance. I don’t know if other desperate guests were fighting with Qingshakou’s resentful souls.

After walking for a short distance, Chen Xuan suddenly heard a deafening explosion of vital energy coming from the sky above his head, and then the extremely violent vital energy fluctuated everywhere and spread from afar.

Chen Xuan immediately used the body protection technique and hid behind a broken mountain to wait for the turbulent flow of energy to disappear.

But the next moment, he saw a figure flying straight down from a high altitude and landing steadily on the ground.

This man was wearing heavy silver armor, a silver mask on his face, a silver spear in his hand, starry eyes like swords, majestic and heroic. It was General Lanling Chu Xiuling! "Is it you?"

Chen Xuan and Chu Xiuling spoke at the same time.

Then Chu Xiuling's eyes showed surprise. He followed Bai Junlang, the first general of Yun Qin, into the Qingkilling mouth, and killed the resentful souls of martial arts cultivators everywhere for training, but he had never seen Chen Xuan and was about to question Yun Zhongjun.

However, they encountered two mysterious strong men who appeared on the battlefield yesterday, and the battle broke out between the two sides.

"Chen Xuan, I'll leave the fine skin and tender flesh below to you!"

Beigong Shi's voice came into Chen Xuan's ears from the sky. This time, Chen Xuan finally barely saw clearly that it was Beigong Shi and Yun Zhongjun who were fighting at the height of the sky.

Jian Zhou and Bai Junlang were not in Chen Xuan's vision, and Jiuge's other gods did not appear.

But Chen Xuan thought that Jian Zhou did not help Beigong Hu to deal with Yun Zhongjun, which shows that Jian Zhou may have encountered a more powerful opponent, and this opponent or this group of opponents is likely to be the gods of Jiuge and the number one player in Zhongzhou.

Bai Junlang.

After Beigong Xian finished speaking, Yun Zhongjun sneered and said, "It's really interesting. This is the first time I have heard of the Xingluo organization. The two Xingluo friends have a high level of cultivation, which is very admirable. But if you want to compete with us Jiuge, it’s not enough to rely on you two alone!”

"Is that true?"

Beigong Xian responded lightly, and there was no pressure to deal with Yun Zhongjun's Shinto magic. "Bai Junlang and your two gods from Jiuge join forces to barely hold back Jian Zhou. If the leader of the Feijing Assassin did not come out, I'm afraid no one of you Jiuge can touch Jian Zhou's corner of clothes."

The two of them were fighting and talking, both trying to find more things out of each other's mouth.

Halfway through hearing this, Chen Xuan suddenly felt a spear stabbing into his eyes! "Xuanchen, your opponent is me. Today I will end the unfinished battle yesterday!"

Chu Xiuling shook the gun flower and instantly stabbed Chen Xuan hundreds of times.

Seeing that Beigong Xian and Jian Zhou were not under pressure, Chen Xuan didn't mind fighting with General Lanling, who was more beautiful than a peerless beauty.

After catching Chu Xiuling hundreds of shots, Chen Xuan found that Chu Xiuling today was actually stronger than yesterday. It was beyond Chen Xuan's expectations that this person's progress was so fast.

Chen Xuan had a faint premonition that Chu Xiuling was very likely to break through in this battle! "Hmph, I want to use my momentum to break through, I think it's quite beautiful!"

Chen Xuan avoided Chu Xiuling's long spear martial arts like a walk in the garden. Sometimes he used Dugu's sword intent to counterattack, and sometimes used Tai Chi's technique of making a thousand pounds to push the gun away, which made Chu Xiuling feel impatient without using force.

The gun technique is even more sophisticated but it is impossible to force Chen Xuan to use his real skills. Chu Xiuling's anger is soaring, and the spear is raised, and the huge body of the Black Martial God is immediately revealed behind him! Chen Xuan's eyes trembled, and he sensed that the Black Martial God's aura is even more terrifying than yesterday. The Black Martial God who dominates killing, death and destruction just complements the fierce place of Qingshakou. In addition, Chu Xiuling is about to break through to the Xu, which means that today's Black Martial God is stronger than yesterday! It's no longer Chen Xuan's naked hand to show Dugu Sword intent or True Martial Fist intent can be dealt with.

The Black Martial God slashed with his sword, wrapped in endless power. Chen Xuan's right sword finger stimulated the sword intent to resist. With a hiss, a stream of blood shone out from hissing.

Seeing Chen Xuan being injured, Chu Xiuling's mouth curled up slightly, and then drove the black warrior god to cut down the giant sword and stab out the spear, forcing Chen Xuan to retreat continuously.

"You don't even have martial souls, and you can only become my defeated man."

Chu Xiuling's self-confidence reappeared, and he knew that his black martial god was invincible among the same-level martial arts practitioners.

At this moment, Chu Xiuling was a little disappointed with Chen Xuan. If Chen Xuan was stronger, he would be able to break through to the Xu by fighting with Chen Xuan.

The most troublesome thing about Chen Xuan is that he cannot expose too many trump cards in front of Chu Xiuling. He doesn't want to use Xuanyuan Sword, Demon Sect Holy Seal, or the other two magical powers.

There were several top monks watching over the sky. Once he exposed his trump card, it would not be so easy to live out today.

Therefore, Chen Xuan fought and retreated, intending to use consumable fighting style to consume Chu Xiuling's mana.

At the same time, in a certain area of ​​Qingshakou, two groups of outlaws were fighting fiercely for a treasure of Daxia.

But as they fought, they found something was wrong and looked into the sky at the same time.

A dozen men and women in white walked on the sword and stopped above the two groups of desperate guests.

"Who are you?"

One of the outlaws asked viciously.

None of the dozen white-clothed men and women in the air answered the words of this desperate guest. The young man who was so majestic, heroic, and sharp and full of swords flowed, said to the other white-clothed men and women behind him: "This is already the heart of the murderer, right?
Chapter completed!