There was silence all around, no one said a word.

Only the wind blowing through my earlobes made a whining sound, like crying, but also like sadness and anger.

"Let's just talk about all the male cultivators here," Yan Xiaoxiang once again brushed the black hair on his forehead with catkin and said without joy or sorrow, "Except for this Young Master and the Uncle Huan the Young Master talks about, none of you has ever beaten Possession. My idea is just because I am afraid of my position as the master. I have a thief heart but not a thief courage. Now that I think about it, the reason why you all have such thoughts is probably because you were planted with the soul-catching seeds by Ushi Kazuo. ,I don’t blame you either,”

Xuanzong's male cultivators all lowered their heads in shame.

Yan Xiaoxiang glanced at everyone with pure eyes, stared at Zhao Xiang, and said softly: "Young Master, Yan Xiaoxiang is my real name. Thousands of years ago, I was actually very innocent and kind. I was probably no worse than the Young Master. Just by chance, I fell in love with Ushi Kazuo who appeared by chance, and I embarked on a path of no return."

After a pause, Yan Xiaoxiang continued: "I told you all this to the young master with no intention of gaining any sympathy or pity. I know very well that I deserve to die, but I beg the young master to spare my life. I will kill a cow with my own hands and not kill this guy." Beast, even if I die, I will not die with peace of mind. In addition, I can guarantee that Lord Shang Xiang and Liu Yefei are still virgins. The other seven male cultivators of Xuanzong have not made any big mistakes. Please give them a lenient path, Master."

The nine Xuanzong core disciples looked at Yan Xiaoxiang, and their eyes were suddenly full of respect.

Shang Xiangjun, willow leaves, flying pear blossoms and rain like rain rushed to Yan Xiaoxiang's side.

Each of them hugged her arm and said in unison:

"Sister Xiaoxiang, sister Xiaoxiang,"

Shang Xiangjun's face straightened, and he said to Yan Xiaoxiang: "Without your efforts to block it and your clever plotting, we would not have remained innocent. Although we vaguely feel Niu Yifu's obscene thoughts towards us, we all can't. You know, Niu Yifu did this because he was worried that it would ruin our possibility of becoming his ultimate furnace."

Shang Xiangjun pulled Liu Yefei and came to Zhao Xiang like the wind, and knelt down with a plop.

"Sir, please spare Sister Xiaoxiang's life,"

"Master, if you spare Sister Xiaoxiang, as long as it is not excessive and within the range that I can bear, I, Liu Yifei, will do whatever you say and I will not dare to disobey."

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Zhao Xiang smiled coldly and said in a cold voice: "Okay, it doesn't have to be like this. I will save Yan Xiaoxiang's life first. It's not that I'm unkind, but it's the dozens of people who were killed by her." All the monks reminded me not to let her go. What's more, hundreds of lives were lost in Zhaojia Village, and Mu Qing, whom she sent, participated in the massacre. Although it was not her intention, it cannot be said that it has nothing to do with her. No matter how you look at it, she must die,"

After a pause, Zhao Xiang focused his eyes on Yan Xiaoxiang, and his voice was cold and piercing the bones: "Yan Xiaoxiang, it is indeed as you said, you deserve to die, but you cannot die now. As far as I know, Yangchun Gong is not **Kung Fu is a dual cultivation technique created by a couple in the immortal world over tens of thousands of years. It has endless power. Unfortunately, they both died in a demon-suppression operation, and their original technique is unknown. If what you practice is this Yangchun Gong, it will not be very different from the real Yangchun Gong. It is estimated that either what Niu Yifu passed on to you has been modified, or it is only part of it, and it has only one purpose."

Zhao Xiang actually knew nothing about Yangchun Kung, so naturally Uncle Huan directly penetrated the relevant information into the depths of his soul.

Yan Xiaoxiang had a suspicious look on his face and couldn't help but ask: "What? What other purpose is there? What is it?"

Zhao Xiang nodded and continued: "Of course, do you think Niu Yifu is attracted by your beauty and your cleverness like a fox, so he makes you his best furnace?"

"Sir, isn't it like this?" Yan Xiaoxiang really couldn't think of any other more important reason.

Taking a long breath of relief, Zhao Xiang looked at Yan Xiaoxiang with a kind of wisdom and depth, and said in a deep voice:

"Of course not. You know what level Niu Yifu's cultivation has reached. Let me tell you, he is estimated to have reached the level of Emperor Immortal in the Immortal World. In Qingluo Star, he is almost the top existence. Even if he takes the initiative to challenge in the Immortal World, he rarely encounters opponents. ,"

Yan Xiaoxiang was shocked, and all the core disciples of Xuanzong were dumbfounded.

The Emperor Immortal figure is a legendary existence and cannot be understood by monks like them at all.

Even if they were high-level monks in the Integrated Stage and Mahayana Stage, they had never seen him before.

Zhao Xiang coughed and said thoughtfully: "It is said that the couple who are dual cultivators in the immortal world, the man's surname is Yan, called Nantian, and the woman's surname is Pei, called Yiyi. They had a daughter, named Yan Xiaoxiang, thousands of years ago. , when Yan Xiaoxiang was eighteen years old, Yan Nantian accidentally met a friend who was passing by the fairy world. When this friend saw Yan Nantian's daughter, he immediately deduced that she was in a catastrophic situation and had to escape. Suddenly feeling compassionate and sympathetic, he took Yan Xiaoxiang away, and it is said that he arrived at Qingluo Star."

Yan Xiaoxiang frowned and seemed to be trapped in some kind of vague memory. However, there was a tearing pain in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, which made her roar like a beast. She looked at Zhao Xiang in anger and anxiety, completely losing her ladylike appearance. style.

She grabbed her black hair with both hands and screamed: "What kind of magic did you cast on me to make my soul tear apart and the sea of ​​consciousness turbulent?"

Zhao Xiang flicked his face, and the top-quality human skin mask tore open, revealing that young face.

"You, you..." Yan Xiaoxiang opened his eyes wide.

The rest of Xuanzong were also shocked. They almost said in unison: "Zhao Xiang, you are really Zhao Xiang."

It's just that the purple scar running from the left forehead to the right chin is missing, so they are definitely a little confused.

Zhao Xiang's expression did not change, he turned a blind eye to all this, and still said to himself: "Do you know who Yan Xiaoxiang was who was taken away by Yan Nantian's friends? You haven't remembered it yet, you haven't remembered it yet,"

The voice got louder and louder, and finally it was like tiny invisible silver needles, piercing into Yan Xiaoxiang's sea of ​​consciousness and soul.

Zhao Xiang quickly pointed at Yan Xiaoxiang's head and waved his hands, leaving only afterimages flying.

The top skill of the Wuyue Sect is displayed with the fingertips very freely.

Silks of ice-blue Yin|Water Spiritual Energy pop out from the ten fingertips.

Swish, swish, yin|water spiritual energy entered the Zuqiao point on Yan Xiaoxiang's forehead and the Baihui point on the top of his head successively.

Before a breath had passed, a wisp of black mist-like gas rushed out from the Zu Aperture and Baihui respectively, intending to escape.

With a cold snort, Zhao Xiang popped out ten ice-blue rings from the tips of his ten fingers.

I saw ten strands of black mist-like gas being strangely trapped by the ring.

In an instant, the black mist was frozen.

The frozen black mist condensed into rice-shaped blue ice beads one by one.
Chapter completed!