Xiong Hun turned his head and looked at Ye Xiu with a dull look. He let out a low roar in his throat, then swung his palm and crushed it.

This palm has at least the power of the mysterious fairyland.

"Master Monkey, be careful..." Luan Feng exclaimed with a pale face. The aura of the ancient bear made its demon soul tremble unstoppable, and demon animals such as the sheep demon and Hu Qianqian had long been scared to the ground, and could not even say a complete sentence.

The novice monk was so nervous that he started to recite "Amitabha"...

Seeing this bear soul, he took action without even saying hello. Ye Xiu's face changed slightly. He didn't bother to think too much, and jumped and avoided. The hard attack from Xuanxian Realm was enough to destroy most of this not-so-solid secret realm.

All I heard was a muffled sound of "bang!"

A big pit appeared on the ground of the cave!

Even the stone walls were constantly cracking, as if they were about to collapse. There was no surprise on the sad face of this scene. How could a mere lowest level secret realm resist the power of the bear soul in the Xuanxian Realm? Seeing Ye Xiu jumping up and down to avoid the attack of the bear soul, he smiled sadly, but didn't care much about how long can the grasshoppers in autumn jump around? In his opinion, this sentence is most appropriate to describe Ye Xiu.

"Young Master Dapeng, let's retreat a little further to avoid being accidentally injured by the ancestors." He said with a sad smile.

Peng Wanli nodded without saying nonsense. He followed the people of the Hanging Temple and retreated a hundred meters away with his demon beasts. He looked at Xionghun suspiciously and frowned and asked in a low voice, "Sad, your ancestors in Hanging Temple really retained their spiritual intelligence? As far as I know, even a real semi-saint strongman, the remaining essence and blood cannot continue to maintain their spiritual intelligence in their lifetime after his death. This black bear was not even a semi-saint when it was at its peak."

"Does the ancestor have retained their spiritual intelligence? Young Master Peng, you can guess..." Sadness said in a spectacular way, not denying or acknowledging it, and it made Peng Wanli stunned. How could such a thing as the secrets of the Hang Kong Temple tell an outsider? Of course, it is the grandson of the Great Sage of Huntian after all. If he doesn't even have this little vision, wouldn't it lose all the face of his grandfather?

"I guess it is not dead yet, right?" Peng Wanli raised his eyelids and turned his head to look at the sad and bitter voice.

How is this possible...

Black Bear Ancestor, isn't he really dead?

Everyone in the Hanging Temple also looked over, their faces full of surprise. The Black Bear Ancient Saint died tens of thousands of years ago. It was no secret in their Hanging Temple, and even the entire Xihe Niuzhou.

If the bear demon was really alive.

How strong is the foundation of their Hanging Temple?

It's terrible to think about it carefully!

"Why did Young Master Peng say this?" He smiled sadly, looked at Peng Wanli without any haste, and said, "The body of Xiong Zu has been made public tens of thousands of years ago. If it was really not dead, why would we hide it for so long?"

"Haha, you stinky monks have always been cunning and very good at disguising. Why do you want to hide the death of the bear demon? I can't guess..." Peng Wanli sneered a few times. Seeing that Ye Xiu was already forced into a mess by the bear soul, he was almost at a loss. The expression on his face gradually calmed down. Looking at the sad and smiling smile, he said: "I am also the grandson of the Great Saint of Huntian. If I can't even see this, wouldn't it be a slander of my grandfather's holy name?"

"Even a saint can't do it, and his essence and blood can still retain his will after death."

"Is this bear demon in your Hanging Temple even more powerful than a saint?" Peng Wanli sneered.

"I also hope that Xiong Zu is not dead yet..." He pursed his lips sadly. After saying this, he no longer paid attention to Peng Wanli. Instead, he turned his eyes to Ye Xiu who was fleeing in a panic, and murmured with a smile, saying, "Continue to escape. The longer you delay, the more miserable the final outcome will be. Since Peng Wanli attaches so much importance to your essence and blood, let Xiong Zu taste it first."

"Ao, ao..." The bear soul gradually roared, and his eyes seemed to be much clearer than before.

"Master Monkey, this bear demon soul really retains its spiritual wisdom." Monk Shami suddenly exclaimed.

Boom!

A bear soul that retains its intelligence.

Or the mysterious fairyland?

This is fucking...

Everyone felt an inexplicable creepy, even Peng Wanli was no exception, and took a few steps back slightly. Even though he was temporarily in an alliance with this guy, he would not really feel at ease with these stinky monks.

After so many years of dealings in Xihe Niuzhou, how could you not know what kind of character the other party is?

"Made, these second-generation monsters of Xihe are really difficult to deal with. One is more trump card than the other. Now even the Xuanxian Demon Soul has been created. Peng Wanli, shouldn't it still have the clone of its ancestor hidden on it..." Ye Xiu cursed inwardly. When he heard that the bear demon soul still had spiritual wisdom, his mind became solemn.

My mind changes rapidly!

While avoiding the attack of the bear demon soul and thinking about countermeasures, anyone with discerning eyes can see that the bear soul is still in a state of restoring its intelligence. If it continues to delay, it will only become increasingly unfavorable to him.

Seeing the ancient holy wheel in the body of the bear demon soul.

His thoughts also became alive. This bear demon soul is not rootless water. It cannot emerge out of thin air. In the blink of an eye, it will be thousands of miles of land. Even those demon saints cannot do such things. Since it is transformed by essence and blood, then this ancient holy wheel is its medium?

As long as the ancient holy wheel is destroyed...

"Little thing, can you steal the broken wheel in its body for me?" Ye Xiu thought for a while, and asked in a voice to the little monkey demon on his shoulder.

"Jiji?" The little monkey demon blinked his eyes a few times, a little confused. With its strength, it was probably that before it got close to the bear demon soul, it had been killed by the aura emitted from it. This is a powerful Xuanxian.

What kind of cultivation is it?

Just a elixir.

There was a gap between the two, and the demon beasts present probably couldn't calculate it. Seeing that the situation was getting more and more critical, the celestial mouse lying on his other shoulder squeaked a few times, and his two little claws started to gesture again.

Yet...

Ye Xiu didn't see it at all. Of course, he probably couldn't understand it even if he saw it. After all, the sign language of these demon beasts was very different from the authentic mute words. Seeing Ye Xiu silent, the originally a bit depressed mouse was like taking an excitoster, and suddenly rushed out.

"What is it going to do when the mouse monster suddenly lie out and stands a few hundred meters away, the smile on his face instantly frozen, and a bad premonition appeared in his heart, staring at the mouse monster tightly.
Chapter completed!