Youliang's sword was already stained with black air visibly to the naked eye, and his face suddenly paled, but his expression was very calm, and he quickly said: "Senior, I am here to deliver a letter - Xuanwu Hall, led by Bian Xu, gathered a group of people with You have a cultivator who has a deep hatred and intends to kill you. These people are just pretense. They have back-ups. I don’t know how they learned about your itinerary. Now a friend of mine is trying to delay you as much as possible. You better go! "

Between these two sentences, Han Yuan and Jiang Peng have been fighting each other for more than a hundred rounds, each with black anger on their faces, and neither of them refused to turn around when they confronted each other, and they were both seriously injured by the other party. , No one listened to You Liang's words.

The two lunatics couldn't hear it, but Li Yun was not deaf. He thought quickly in his mind - You Liang, as a loner sword cultivator, the so-called "friends" are at most the ones from Tianyanchu. Heavy damage, falling apart, who has the time to take care of them?

Except for ochre!

This time, the puddle responded very quickly. She has always been in charge of delivering letters to Ochre, and she naturally has a contact tool. She heard the words and quickly took out a gray sparrow feather from her body. It only took a few seconds to see that one end of the feather was already gone. Lost its vitality, dimmed down!

Puddle: "It's Big Brother Ochre!"

Li Yun shouted, "Han Yuan, stop!"

Han Yuan turned a deaf ear... Maybe he heard it, but the situation could no longer allow him to decide that he couldn't stop.

A paper worm jumped the farthest and faithfully fed back the information it saw to Li Yun. Li Yun looked into the distance through its eyes, and his whole body was almost puckered - only to see that it was less than five miles away from them. , a huge formation is spreading out, and don't know how many people's true essence is integrated into it, and the formation is slowly closing!

Li Yun gritted his teeth and pulled the wooden hairpin off his head, and the wooden hairpin turned into a sword in his hand.

He never wanted to use this thing unless it was a last resort. It was left to him by Yan Zhengming to save his life, and Yan Zhengming was sealed with a sword of primordial spirit.

When the Primordial Divine Sword on Li Yun's wooden hairpin moved, Yan Zhengming felt it immediately.

However, at this time, he had no time to take care of him. Just now, Cheng Qian fell down in front of him without warning, as if he was enduring great pain. Yan Zhengming didn't realize that he had cut himself unconsciously until he smelled the blood.

Frostblade sucked the master's blood frantically, and was so excited that there was a vague intention of backlash.

"Little dive, little dive!"

Cheng Qian endured the excruciating pain and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Tang Zhen...he...is the primordial spirit cultivated in the Soul Eater Lamp..."

The cause and effect have been quickly linked in his mind - Tang Zhen, who had a low cultivation base back then, was probably the same as them. He went to the center of the Sea of ​​Beiming, and followed the passages opened by these magic cultivators to enter the secret realm of Daxue Mountain, but he has not yet When he found the golden lotus leaf, he was hit by the gang wind and separated his soul.

He should have died like those demon cultivators, but luckily and unfortunately, his soul was just thrown into the soul-devouring lamp.

An ownerless soul-eating lamp with ghosts scattered.

Such a coincidence, like a blind guī floating hole, just like Cheng Qian's soul entering the Juling Jade at the moment of his death, Tang Zhen got this unique opportunity and survived with difficulty.

It’s just that you don’t need to think about it, you know that the Soul Eater is a great evil thing, but the Spirit Judging Jade is a spiritual thing that can help people to practice. Tang Zhen must have suffered a thousand times more than Cheng Qian—

But he had no choice. Either he refined the Soul Eater Lamp, or the lamp completely devoured him.

In the end, Tang Zhen won. He cultivated his primordial spirit in the Soul Eater Lamp, and he became that lamp.

But this body is undoubtedly incomplete, because the soul-devouring lamp has been tainted with countless sins since its birth. If it is to be completely refined into a fleshly body, it will definitely not be a catastrophe, but the wrath of the sky. .

When the sky was angry, it was possible to split the secret realm of Daxue Mountain into pieces of wood, and there was no living thing that could withstand it.

unless……

Cheng Qian's voice was barely audible, as if he was talking nonsense, he muttered to himself: "Why did these demon cultivators come to the secret realm of Daxueshan back then..."

Legend has it that the golden lotus leaves of Daxueshan can wash away all sins in the world.

So can it also wash away the karma of Soul Eater? Can it be completely whitened into an ordinary spiritual object... like the Juling Jade?

Cheng Qian couldn't help but think a little deeper, was Tang Zhen really helpless with the little bird demon with his spell, so he ran away?

It was just a puppet talisman, Tang Zhen had hundreds of ways to get past it.

He is not afraid that he will listen to the antecedents and follow his old path to the secret realm of Daxue Mountain to find out where the Soul Eater came from?

Or... Tang Zhen just wanted him to come on purpose?

Cheng Qian was cold all over, all kinds of thoughts flashed through quickly, he didn't have time to say it, Ting Qiankun in the inner palace suddenly brightened, Cheng Qian's whole person's consciousness was pulled in, saw that Ting Qiankun seemed to be provoked, and His inner palace was brightly lit, and Cheng Qian's injured Yuanshen could hardly open his eyes in the inner palace.

His consciousness was so sensitive that he even faintly carried the small section enclosed in Yan Zhengming's wooden sword. Cheng Qian felt as if he had been divided into two... no, three!

All his memories were spread out by some unknown external force, from Fuyao Mountain to Qinglong Island, page by page, without any details, and then those pictures seemed to be tampered with by one hand at will, and the brothers who depended on each other became The hideous mortal enemy, all the warmth turned into cold hatred.

On the one hand, Cheng Qian maintained his sanity under the dazzling light of listening to Qiankun, and could clearly distinguish between reality and illusion, but on the other hand, he could not suppress the hatred that seemed to arise from the bottom of his heart.

At the same time, he seemed to have a third eye, looking back anxiously from the wooden sword.

There seems to be a voice in the sea of ​​consciousness that keeps repeating: "Kill him - kill him -"

This is... a painting soul!

When Tang Zhen returned his memory to him back then, he painted his soul in it.

Cheng Qian was sober, but he couldn't resist the killing intent that rushed to his heart, and the palm cut by the frost blade didn't feel at all.

In fact, Shang Wannian didn't cheat him. Under normal circumstances, listening to Qiankun can indeed help him resist the painting soul, not to mention that he still has a small piece of Yuanshen in Yan Zhengming's wooden sword, so he can be unaffected, but it happens that he encounters a great master. The evil wind that can shatter the soul in the secret realm of the snow-capped mountains...

Cheng Qian had no time to think about whether it was a coincidence or someone planned it.

Chapter 102

The wooden sword carrying a piece of Cheng Qian's Yuanshen trembled violently, Yan Zhengming held the wooden sword in his hands in surprise, feeling the painful resonance between it and the person who refined it.

Yan Zhengming didn't know what happened to Cheng Qian, so he made a decisive decision: "I'll take you out of here first, and I'll go out and talk if I have something to say."

He stretched out his hand to hug Cheng Qian, but Cheng Qian instinctively raised his palm and patted him.

This time, the murderous aura overflowed, and when the palm came out, Cheng Qian was immediately startled, and then he took back the chilling true essence surging in his palm, causing the palm to rise high and then fall gently, extremely He restrained and gently waved Yan Zhengming away, but did not hurt him in the slightest.

The deep real essence left and returned, and the force of backlash shook Cheng Qian's body into numbness.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood on the spot, dyeing his shirt red, and his chaotic consciousness was briefly stimulated by the pain.

Yan Zhengming asked in shock: "What are you talking about?"

Cheng Qian ignored him. First, it was a long story, and secondly, he didn't understand it very well, so he really had no strength to explain it.

But he knew clearly in his heart that Yan Zhengming said nonsense such as letting him go first, Yan Zhengming not only wouldn't listen, but he would come over even more nervously. So Cheng Qianmo just waved his hand at Yan Zhengming silently, biting the tip of his tongue, and using the sobriety brought about by the pain in the mouth full of blood, he swiftly removed the joints of his limbs, and then seized the time. Concentrating on the inner palace, he introduced all of his true essence into the sea of ​​​​qi, ignoring the uneasy true essence in it, and gathered together to collide with the seal that Shang Wannian had left in his primordial spirit.

Before Shang Wannian died, he was worried that his damaged Primordial Spirit could not bear the inheritance of Ting Qiankun, and sealed Ting Qiankun. Only when his Primordial Spirit was repaired would the seal be broken on its own. But at this time, he couldn't take care of that much anymore, Cheng Qian was eager to release Ting Qiankun, and wanted to use its power to get rid of Tang Zhen's painting soul that fell on him.

As for whether he could endure the harsh inheritance at this time, Cheng Qian did not consider it at all.

When he has the conditions, he will naturally act prudently, and if he is really desperate, he will never believe that there will be anything he can't do.

Yan Zhengming only felt that all the chills around him rushed towards Cheng Qian for a while, and when he passed him, he froze for a while, and Cheng Qian's eyebrows suddenly had a small ear mark lit up.

In the secret realm of the Daxue Mountain, there is no room for a ray of light when it encounters lamps and waxes, and the glowing imprint is not affected by this place at all. It is getting brighter and brighter, so bright that Yan Zhengming can clearly see Cheng Qian's pale There was blood on his lips and a looming black air between his brows.

Yan Zhengming couldn't figure out what was going on for a while, so he didn't dare to step forward - he intuitioned that this seemed to be some kind of mysterious inheritance, but the place was wrong, and the timing was even more wrong.

Besides, what kind of inheritance asked him to be like this?

Yan Zhengming had never heard of it, and he didn't know what would happen to Cheng Qian if the inheritance was interrupted in the middle.

He never dared to take Cheng Qian's risk, so he had to take the wooden sword back to the inner palace, and use his Yuanshen power to soothe the trembling wooden sword over and over again.

After all, the wooden sword was his original sword. Over time, Yan Zhengming felt a faint resonance in it. He felt as if he heard a faint distant bell.

Not allowing him to think about it, Yan Zhengming suddenly felt that the secret realm of the Daxue Mountain under his feet shook, and across the thick layer of ice, he actually heard the angry voice of the sea.

The water of Beiming outside is resonating with what is between Cheng Qian's eyebrows!

Yan Zhengming's alert was extreme, and his whole body was almost stretched into a sword, and he said in his heart: "If it's just the resonance of the sea, it's fine, but don't be..."