Once this technique is completed, his body and skin, three souls and seven spirits, his descendants, and his lifelong foundational plenary meeting are all gone.

Elder Baihu roared incomprehensibly: "Just for his incompetent son, he wants to sacrifice? As for that!"

Do not……

The lifespan of a cultivator is long enough, and the kinship of the children is weak. As long as they want, can they not be reborn? The dignified Xuanwu Hall Master, there will be countless people willing to devote themselves to him.

He was for the glory of the first generation, and the Xuanwu Hall of Bo Xishan today.

Once he Bian Xu's order was exported, no one admired him, but now he can't even get the justice he wants when his parents and children are killed.

He was trapped alive in the past and present, and was crushed to death by the decline of prosperity and decline.

Is the person Bian Xu hates the most, Han Yuan, who has a revenge against him for murdering his son?

Or is Han Yuan just his excuse?

At this point these are no longer available for verification.

Han Yuan rushed to Bian Xu immediately, trying to interrupt him before he finished the sacrifice and casting.

At this time, a black shadow rushed out of nowhere, and Jiang Peng in the Soul Eater came out to block Han Yuan's way. In an instant, the black dragon epee collided with the ghost shadow three or four times in succession.

Han Yuan's face changed suddenly, and he suddenly turned to look at Jiang Peng: "You are not Jiang Peng, who are you!"

A strange smile appeared on Jiang Peng's face.

"Who am I?" "Jiang Peng" laughed, "You can't even guess if you kill me—"

Bian Xu was unaffected by them, and made a gesture of homage: "Houtu!"

Li Yun: "Everyone is stunned, stop him!"

Youliang's sword of primordial spirit suddenly gathered into a cluster, rushed towards Bian Xu, Shuideng held the completely grayed sparrow feather in his hand, and when he gritted his teeth, he appeared as a red crane, wrapped in the true fire of Samadhi, and rolled towards the place. A large group of ghosts opened the way for Jianguang.

"Jiang Peng" laughed lowly, making Han Yuan's hair stand up.

Han Yuan stopped the puddle, pinched Tong He's long neck with precision, and threw her behind him. The next moment, there was a loud noise in the air, and a ghost suddenly exploded, surrounded by five or six White Tiger Villas. Before the disciple had time to dodge, the corpse was blown apart in the blink of an eye.

"Jiang Peng" raised his head with a smile, looked at Han Yuan, and made a "bang" mouth.

Han Yuan turned into a demon dragon, and the originally frightening demonic energy hurriedly formed a protective layer, wrapping everyone in it.

The next moment, the ghosts in the air exploded one after another, like a thunderbolt, which was much sharper than the sword, light and sword shadow in the half-dead Demon Slaying Array, but for a moment, Han Yuan was unable to maintain his dragon form, like a broken kite. It returned to human form and fell from the sky.

His Panlong robe was dripping with blood, and this time it really became the "ragged clothes" in the mouth of the white tiger elders.

Han Yuan sternly waved his hand away from the puddle to help him, and reluctantly used his heavy sword to support his body to stand up straight.

The 100,000 mountains in the middle of Shu suddenly vibrated restlessly, and that Bian Xu rose into the air like crazy, and said loudly: "My blood-"

His old skin burst like a broken pocket, and the whole person turned into a bloody skeleton, revealing scarlet muscles and white bones, like a bloody corpse that was skinned alive.

And he was still ignorant: "Yuanshen—"

The flesh-and-blood corpse also exploded with a bang, and a ball of light surging in the air like a cultivator's purple mansion, Bian Xu's primordial spirit sat in it, wrapped in a thick blood energy.

Bian Xu could no longer speak with his mouthpiece, and a bell-like roar burst out from the dangling inner palace: "Three souls and seven souls!"

The voice fell, the sacrifice was completed, the ghost of the soul-devouring lamp in the air suddenly disappeared, and a large group of ghosts suddenly flew away like Lao Yan. .

When Gu Yanxue died, Donghai moved for a day and a night. Bian Xu was so unknown among the Four Sages during his lifetime, but after his death, he was more shocking than anyone else.

The entire Shu land is based here, and the invisible impact surges in all directions at an extremely fast speed.

The mountains are collapsing, the birds, insects, and fish have no time to escape. The villages in the mountains seem to have evaporated from the world, and they are submerged in the boundless darkness. Fresh resentful souls are boiling everywhere. It's like having a feast.

There is no sun and moon in the world, it seems that there is only a lamp that is full of demons, constantly sucking the ghosts from all over the world.

Han Yuan's pupils contracted violently.

He couldn't deny his indiscriminate killing. Countless cultivators outside the Suzaku Pagoda died in his hands. Han Yuan understood that even if he was torn to pieces at this time, it was a crime.

But the cultivator breeds cause and effect, why do the mortals living here suffer such an innocent disaster?

The faces that were sucked into the Soul Eater flashed in front of him one by one, and Han Yuan's pupils almost shrank to a tiny point.

The cause that Tong Ru planted back then finally responded in such a cruel way.

Jiang Peng, who had originally stopped Han Yuan, stretched his arms and showed a smile that seemed to have his wish. He was bathed in unspeakable slaughter, opened his arms, and let Bian Xu's forbidden technique roll over him.

Jiang Peng's body disintegrated like a walking corpse, revealing a ghostly shadow, with the soul-suppressing lamp.

Puddle covered his mouth and recognized who the ghost was.

The next moment, the rolling forbidden technique had already crushed them. Han Yuan recklessly pushed the puddle into the distance, and then he turned into a dragon again, whistling and neighing, and his body stretched like a million miles. The ridge and the city wall made a huge circle on the spot, and they were connected at the end. They tried to block the forbidden technique left by Bian Xu with his flesh and blood.

Tang Zhen's eyes met Han Yuan in Soul Eater, Tang Zhen smiled lightly and shook his head.

Then he stretched out his hand to make a claw, and a sharp claw composed of a ghost in the air fell down and inserted directly into the body of the dragon.

Chapter 106

What is surging in the Sea of ​​Beiming is more like a clear and turbid world than water.

When the boat is on the water, it can still float, and once a person is in it, it seems that a palm that cannot be freed is pressed on the top of the head.

The powerful cultivator is not a bastard, and he can endure it for ten days and a half months. If he is really pressed in the water for three years and five years, let alone flesh and blood, even if it is beaten by gold inlaid jade, it should be soaked.

The sound of the surrounding water is as quiet as death, and it seems to be immobile. Only when the people among them try to challenge the might of Beiming, they will be taught a lesson by the top of Mount Tai.

Yan Zhengming tried several times to break through the heavy pressure of the top of the head with his sword qi, but he felt like a mighty beetle shaking a tree.

A mortal—even a mortal who has entered Sword Art Online, he is still an ant in front of the Sea of ​​North Underworld.

Cheng Qian's tit-for-tat confrontation with Tang Zhen seemed to have drained all his attention. At this moment, there was a bit of confusion in his eyes. Although he asked him to do whatever he wanted, he could go wherever he went, but Yan Zhengming There was always a feeling that as long as he let go, Cheng Qian would be able to melt into the sea water for a long time, even if he was soaked into a floating corpse, he would have no problem.

Yan Zhengming was frightened to death by him before, and he didn't know if the painting soul was clean now. He never dared to stimulate him again, let alone expect him to have any useful suggestions, but the surroundings were so quiet that he really endured it. He couldn't stop talking to break the silence, and cautiously teased Cheng Qian, saying, "Although this matter of dying for love sounds like a face, but I have been wise and martial, I can't die so quietly!"

Cheng Qian listened to his words, and finally had a reaction, his eyes moved slightly, and the corner of his mouth picked up stiffly.

Yan Zhengming caught his slight reaction and hurriedly said again: "Hey, if Tang Zhen is the soul-devouring lamp, wouldn't the ghosts in the whole world be dispatched by him alone, and he can attach himself to anyone he wants. Attached to who, can travel thousands of miles in the blink of an eye?"

Yan Zhengming sighed casually, but when he said this, he suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter.

He frowned, and without waiting for Cheng Qian to answer, he said to himself: "I remembered, so he was in front of the Ten Square Formation and kept pushing Han Yuan to the Fuyao Mountain, not to sell my face, Instead, he is worried that Han Yuan will really turn his back on the shore and take action to clean up the chaos of the Nightmare Pedestrians in the Southern Border, right? He just said that he is running for millions of resentful souls, and there will be dead people when there is chaos. He is afraid that the world will not be chaotic. "

Following his voice, Cheng Qian's scattered eyes slightly condensed.

Yan Zhengming: "You said that he failed to get the golden lotus leaves from here. Will he go to trouble Han Yuan and the others next? Tong Qian, what's the matter with you? Can't you just ignore me? I look at you and feel flustered!"

Cheng Qian closed his eyes slightly, lowered his head and rested his forehead on his shoulder, and wrapped his arms around him tightly, like a frozen wild shòu, trying to get a little warm from him.

Cheng Qian is cold by nature, and is not willing to get tired of people. Occasionally, Yan Zhengming wants to try "ear and temples", but if he can't grind three and a half sentences, he will be annoyed as soon as possible, which is rarely the case.

Yan Zhengming was a little flattered at first, then he carefully softened his voice and asked, "What's wrong? You... Is it because Tang Zhen is uncomfortable? Or the after-effects of painting the soul..."

"It's not because of him—Senior brother, do you know how to listen to Qiankun?" Cheng Qian buried his head on his shoulder, his voice sounded muffled, "The Third Prince said before the Ten Square Array, 'You are all deceived by listening to Qiankun. ', that's what he said...it's on me now."

That ear mark?

Yan Zhengming was stunned for a while, and asked, "What is listening to Qiankun?"

"It's an inheritance, one..." Cheng Qian's words were automatically silenced. He opened his mouth several times and tried to reveal some clues in different ways, but there was an irresistible force that bound him, making him say no. When he came out, Cheng Qian pinched his fingers into Yan Zhengming's clothes, feeling that those words were about to burst his chest.

When your primordial spirit is repaired by yourself, you will understand that after accepting the inheritance that I have sealed here, there are restrictions in the inheritance, and no one can tell the secrets of Qiankun - including the dead.