The young head Tuo held his head and was already stunned. Then he realized that he had stepped on a hornet's nest. The young and handsome monk in front of him was still a little afraid and panic. The rich murderous aura emitted was almost bleeding.
Suddenly turning from a hunter into a prey, the young head Tuo reacted quickly. He endured the severe pain in the sea of consciousness and suddenly raised his hand and threw out a few balls of flames and rushed towards Li Xuan. He kicked his feet and bounced out of the hole.
If you can't beat it, you will run away, but this person made a quick decision.
Li Xuan's mouth raised slightly and she shouted in a low voice: "Qi!"
A stream of light jumped out behind Li Xuan's back, and a buzzing sound shot out, catching up with the young head Tuo like a flying fairy from the sky. With a "puff" sound, it penetrated from his back, splashing out a bunch of scarlet blood.
The young head whimpered in pain and fell to the ground with a "thump" twitching, his limbs twitched twice, and he never moved again.
From the appearance of the young head-dou to the death of Li Xuan, it only took about ten breaths in total.
In such a short time, Li Xuan had sensed that the Nascent Soul cultivator who had just made a breakthrough in the distance was rushing towards this side.
He shook his head and sighed, muttering to himself: "I'm going to hide again!"
Walking past the young Toutuo's corpse, Li Xuan raised his hand to take off the Xumerian ring on his fingertips, jumped out of the cave, and sank into the vast jungle.
Half a quarter of an hour later, a ray of light fell from the sky and landed at the entrance of the cave.
This is a haggard man, with three white skulls following behind him, and he was a monk from the Ghost Sword Sect.
"Hehe..." The monk of the Ghost Sword Sect glanced at the corpse of the young monk Toutu, and showed a trace of mysterious joy.
His lips flipped, and he spit out a string of spells that no one could understand. The three skeletons behind him made a splash of ghosts and howls, rushing to the corpse and spinning.
Suddenly, a trace of black mist flowed out of the young head seven orifices.
As soon as the mist flowed out, it was sucked into the vortex formed by the three skulls, and gradually condensed a human face that was exactly the same as the young headed one.
The monk from the Ghost Sword Sect smiled gloomyly, his palm shook, and a black banner appeared in his palm. Just as he was about to waving, a hint of sharpness appeared in his eyes.
"Strange, why is there a piece missing?"
The monk from the Ghost Sword Sect looked at the human face in shock, and a large piece was clearly missing from the center of his forehead.
His eyes flashed, and after a moment, he put his right index finger in his mouth and bit it. He shook his hand and shot a drop of blood in his fingertips into his face.
The human face was dripped in by blood and suddenly became distorted in pain.
The monk from the Ghost Sword Sect asked coldly: "Why is there a lack of part of your spiritual consciousness? Who killed you?"
"It's a young man in Youzhou City. He pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger, shattering my spiritual sense on the flying sword!"
The human face made a strange sound.
"Shatter the spiritual sense on the flying sword!"
The monk of the Ghost Sword Sect was slightly moved on his pale face.
This secret technique to question the dead can not last long even a Nascent Soul monk. After answering a question, the face shaking a few times and shattered with a bang.
The monk from the Ghost Sword Sect stared at the scattered ghosts and walked into the depths of the cave. Sure enough, he found a broken flying sword.
He picked up the flying sword and looked at it a few times, and let out a strange laugh.
"Interesting... There are such monks in Youzhou City. If I encounter them, I must greet him well!"
Before he finished speaking, the monk from the Ghost Sword Sect walked out of the cave with his flying sword, threw it at the three skulls and said, "Find this person for me!"
Three skulls rushed up, their white teeth fell, and they instantly gnawed the flying sword.
After a while, they made a "hissing" sound and suddenly soared into the air and rushed into the deep forest.
The monk of the Ghost Sword Sect followed with a cold expression, leaving a terrifying aura full of death wherever he passed.
At this time, Li Xuan, who was already in the dense forest, stopped helplessly, glanced behind her, and sighed softly.
"A tiger doesn't show its power, do you treat me as a sick cat?
Isn’t he just a guy who has just made babies? If you dare to catch up, I will let you taste the awesomeness!”
Three black lights and shadows rushed across the dense forest, and a pale monk followed closely behind them.
A strong dead aura filled the monk's body, and the black banner in his hand trembled, screaming and wailing.
In just a quarter of an hour, three black lights stopped suddenly, roaring like a hound that had discovered prey.
Just less than ten feet away from them, Li Xuan sat upright with a calm attitude.
The monk from the Ghost Sword Sect rushed out of the forest and saw the calm Li Xuan at a glance.
He whistled, and the three skulls immediately dispersed, blocking Li Xuan's retreat.
"Boy, you can't escape."
The monk from the Ghost Sword Sect sneered.
"Who told you I'm running away?"
In this case, Li Xuan actually laughed.
The monk from the Ghost Sword Sect felt a stern, but he immediately calmed down.
Even if he is just a cultivator who has just become a baby, he is definitely not something that the Golden Pill Realm can compete with.
The golden elixir and the Nascent Soul are a watershed, and there is no comparison! "How do you crush the spiritual consciousness attached to the flying sword before?"
Treating Li Xuan as an unavoidable prey, the monks of the Ghost Sword Sect looked up and down.
"Do you care about your affairs?"
Li Xuan asked back.
"Boy...If you dare to say this to me, I will swallow you with my belt and bones."
The monk from the Ghost Sword Sect said angrily.
Li Xuan curled her lips.
Seeing Li Xuan's appearance of being willing to deal with him, the monks of the Ghost Sword Sect were a little annoyed.
He snorted coldly and said, "A little golden elixir monk dares to be proud of me!"
As he said, with a move of the black banner in his hand, black air flowing out from the banner, pouring towards Li Xuan overwhelmingly.
There are countless faces hidden in these black gas, and they make heart-wrenching screams.
"Scared me?"
Not only was Li Xuan not afraid at all, but she looked like a wolf coveting when she saw the little lamb.
No wonder Li Xuan was like this. The faces in front of him were clearly the best ghosts. To his Nine Nether Demon Flame, it was simply a great thing tonic.
Although his Nine Nether Demon Flame has formed a complete body, who would have thought that there were too many such great things?
In the past, as long as the Ghost Sword Cultivator released the ghost in the black banner, even opponents with a cultivation level that was a little higher than him would be frightened, but this time he encountered a strange thing.
Li Xuan not only did not have any fear, but even showed a strange smile.
What shocked the monks of the Ghost Sword Sect even more was that a yin evil aura that was more terrifying than a ghost soul was gradually released from Li Xuan's body! "How is that possible?"
He looked at Li Xuan in amazement, and the monk of the Ghost Sword Sect thought he had made a mistake.
The other party clearly only has the ability to cultivate the golden elixir, but this yin energy is probably something that even the powerful Nascent Soul power cannot possess.
He felt that he was surrounded by a huge sea of yin energy, and he couldn't help but feel frightened.
Even the ghost on the black banner sensed the fierceness of the yin energy, stopped howling, and shrank into balls, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.