The desolate valley was filled with gloomy air and black mist. The presence of more than a dozen Ghost Sword Sect monks caused all the monsters nearby to escape.
The female cultivator, whose face was as pale as paper, squatted in front of a corpse and inspected it. The faces of the other monks showed expressions of sadness.
After a moment, the female cultivator raised her head and said, "Senior Brother, the cause of death was that his heart was dug out, but his consciousness was swallowed up after his death."
"Is it the same person?"
The monk known as the Senior Brother was covered in a black robe, with a hood hiding his face.
His cold voice was like a carving knife, unforgettable.
"Definitely the same person!"
The female cultivator said categorically, "All the ghosts have been swallowed up, leaving not even a trace.
This person is insidious and cruel, really abominable!"
"This is the fifth one."
The senior brother sighed, "Who is he who targets our Ghost Sword Sect like this?
Is it a conspiracy of several other forces?"
"Senior Brother..." The female cultivator hesitated to speak.
"What did you think of? Tell me."
Senior Brother said.
The female cultivator hesitated for a moment and said: "I think this person has probably practiced an extremely domineering Yin Qi swallowing technique. I'm afraid he is interested in the ghosts raised by our Ghost Sword Sect technique!"
"You mean...he treats us as food!"
The elder brother was shocked all over.
"That's right."
The female cultivator said tremblingly.
"asshole!"
The eldest brother was furious, and the ghosts around him seemed to be shaken, and let out waves of cries like mountains and tsunamis.
The other monks were also furious and cursed endlessly.
"Don't ask me to catch this kid, otherwise I will peel off his skin, beat his tendons, and turn him into a living puppet!"
Someone gritted his teeth and said.
As expected of a senior brother, he calmed down after a brief moment of anger.
Looking around at the crowd, he said in a deep voice: "This trial in the Lost Soul Valley is related to the quota of the Heavenly Demon Holy Association, and our Ghost Sword Sect is bound to win.
Since this person wants to go against us, he is a formidable enemy and we must not let him go.
If you have a way to get rid of him, I will certainly give you a credit."
The monks looked at each other, but they couldn't think of any solution.
This person came and went without a trace, never leaving any traces. We didn't even know whether he was a man, a woman, a human or a ghost.
After a while, the female cultivator broke the silence again and said: "Senior Brother, I have an idea.
Since he likes Yin energy, let's just lure him out..." Two cold lights flashed under the hood, and the senior brother said coldly: "Junior sister Zhen, you have full authority to arrange this matter. After it is completed, I will not
I will treat you badly!"
"Thank you, senior brother!"
A hint of joy flashed in Junior Sister Zhen's eyes, and she accepted it happily.
It has been ten days since he entered the Lost Soul Valley in a blink of an eye. Li Xuan is very adaptable to this kind of life where murder is everywhere.
It was a similar situation back in the Universe Immortal Realm. The only difference was that the opponents at that time were all super strong, while the monks in the Valley of Lost Souls were all weaklings.
After robbing and killing monks from various forces along the way, Li Xuan already had more than a dozen lives on hand, and also collected a lot of spiritual herbs and flowers, making a lot of money.
Sitting under a big tree, Li Xuan rummaged through a ring he had just received. The original owner was now lying in a ditch dozens of miles away, dying.
"He only has two spiritual weapons. He is really a poor guy. It seems that he is not popular with others."
Li Xuan easily shattered the consciousness on Xumi's ring. When he saw clearly what was inside, he couldn't help but complain.
When he first got the Sumeru Ring, Li Xuan was satisfied with a few hundred spiritual stones. However, as the harvest increased, Li Xuan's requirements gradually became higher and he felt unhappy without the spiritual weapon.
"Forget it, it's good to use it to hit people."
Li Xuan held the spiritual weapon in his palm, and his spiritual consciousness spread, suddenly seeping into the spiritual weapon from all directions.
This is a kind of "god-erasing" secret method in the art of weapon refining, which is specially used to erase the traces left by the original owner in the spiritual weapon.
This method is extremely overbearing, but it also has a fatal flaw, that is, the spiritual weapon that has been used to wipe out the magic will lose its spirituality, and there will be no possibility of advancement in the future.
If you want to completely conquer the spiritual weapon without losing its spirituality, smelting is naturally the best way.
It's a pity that Li Xuan is in this dangerous place, without tools and materials, a safe place and so much time.
Anyway, in Li Xuan's eyes, these spiritual weapons were of junk quality, so he simply used overbearing means to obliterate them.
Carrying more than a dozen of these spiritual weapons with you, even if you encounter a powerful Nascent Soul master, throwing them out all at once can still shock people.
The spiritual consciousness submerged into the spiritual weapon and began to destroy it wantonly.
This spiritual weapon seems to have been with its owner for some years. The traces of the original owner are everywhere in every corner, but Li Xuan has left no trace behind, and will ruthlessly obliterate it whenever he discovers it.
In just a quarter of an hour, all traces in the spiritual weapon were wiped away, and most of the spiritual energy was also dissipated.
After finishing one, Li Xuan was about to do the same with the other spiritual weapon when his heart moved slightly.
There was a monk running towards him in the distance at an extremely fast speed, and his aura was somewhat familiar. He seemed to be a monk from Youzhou City! "Save him or not?"
Li Xuan hesitated slightly.
Doing nothing to save him would not put any psychological burden on him, but his mind changed slightly, and he stood up with a sigh.
Spiritual power surged, and Li Xuan released a breath. This was the secret method of communication taught by Hang Zilong on the way here, specifically used to convey messages between the monks in Youzhou City.
The fleeing monks from Youzhou City suddenly sensed a familiar aura and couldn't help but be overjoyed. They rolled and crawled towards Li Xuan.
"Bang..." After knocking open a bush, a ragged young male cultivator stumbled out and saw Li Xuan standing still.
He looked happy and said: "Fellow Taoist, save me!"
Seeing the embarrassment of the visitor, especially when he noticed the opponent's cultivation level, Li Xuan couldn't help but frown slightly.
Li Xuan always thought that his Jindan realm cultivation was the lowest among the monks who entered the Valley of Lost Souls. The person in front of him clearly had a similar level of cultivation to himself. I really don't know how Hang Zilong would choose such a person to participate in the trial of Soul Falling Valley.
Could it be that this kid offended an elder and was sent in to die?
There are three more auras approaching quickly in the distance. This aura full of violence and bloodlust shows that it belongs to the disciples of Longtoutuo. Fortunately, the three are only at the peak of the Golden Core Realm, and there is no Nascent Soul cultivation among them. Otherwise,
Li Xuan would not do this! The monks from Youzhou City fled to Li Xuan panting, with fear in their eyes.
He stammered: "Three tutu are chasing me. Fellow Taoist must save me."
Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of branches breaking in the jungle, and three ferocious tutu wearing cassocks rushed out.
"Huh!"
The leader, a fat big Tutu, couldn't help showing a hint of surprise when he saw Li Xuan.