Chapter 50: There Is No Gully in Front of the Tiger's Eyes

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The vast sea of ​​clouds, on top of the unfolding Jiuyou Kanyu map.

A terrifying beast with a body length of nearly a hundred feet, like a python, is dwelling here.

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Turned into the original body, Yuan Yaozi opened his bloody mouth like a black hole whirlpool, absorbing the dead energy of Huangquan frantically, in order to restore his own state, and the sound he made was shocking.

And in front of him, there is still a fist-sized, yellow bead floating in the air, which is constantly rotating.

One after another soul shadows were shattering in the bead, and at the same time, streams of pure energy emerged from it, turning into torrents and pouring into Yuan Yaozi's huge body.

This is the yellow spring pearl refined by the exercises he practiced, which can refine the power of life and soul.

After a long time, Huang Quanzhu suddenly stopped spinning.

"The living soul is exhausted." Yuan Yaozi said to himself.

He was making waves in Zanling Ridge, and all the living souls he collected had been refined by him.

"If you have more living souls, you can take advantage of the situation and break through to the fifth rank," Yuan Yaozi said with great resentment in his heart, "Damn Jianzong."

"It's a pity that there are so many living souls in Wangchuan, but they can't be eaten." Yuan Yaozi thought again with some regret.

In his perception, in the constantly flowing Wangchuan River below, there are endless living souls flowing down the river.

If he can capture these living souls, what is a mere fifth rank? Why bother to go to such pains and devise all kinds of designs in the burial mountain, just to collect the souls of those mortals?

But his father, Yuan Yao Wang, once warned him very seriously that it is fine to enter the Underworld to absorb the death energy of the Underworld, but the living soul in the River of Forgotten is absolutely not allowed to touch

If he moves, even if it's just a living soul, the Yuan Yao King will hardly be able to keep him.

Yuan Yaozi clearly remembered the tone of the Yuan Yao King when he said this matter, which was solemn and serious like never before.

Even the eighth-rank great demon king couldn't keep him, so it can be seen that there must be a great terror in it, so even if there is a commotion in his heart, he can only suppress the commotion in his heart.

Yuan Yaozi, who had completely recovered to his peak state, stopped thinking about it,

Open your eyes.

Wow!

The billowing yellow springs surrounding him let out a dead breath, but they were all gathered into his body and disappeared.

"Roar!"

Yuan Yaozi let out a roar, which resounded through the silent Huangquan.

He gently shook his nearly hundred-foot-long body, and a sinister light flashed in his huge eyes like two lanterns.

After all the wounds on his body healed, Yuan Yaozi had some other thoughts in his heart.

"It has been five days since I entered the realm of the underworld. I used the death energy of the underworld to regain my peak state. That swordsman is probably in despair of being constantly wiped out of blood." Yuan Yaozi murmured Soliloquy.

Ji Chuan's face resurfaced in his mind, as well as the sense of fear that Ji Chuan's sword swung brought to him again.

As the son of the Yuan Yao King, he is doted on endlessly by the Yuan Yao King.

The Yuan Yao King even used the magic weapon of the underworld and the map of Jiuyou Kanyu to protect him.

Since he was born, he has been the supreme existence in the source area, and the four major and sixth-rank monsters have to be polite when they see him.

And Ji Chuan, a monk who is not in the Nascent Soul Realm, is actually planning to kill him!

"Under the erosion of the death energy of Huangquan, that sword repairer should be very weak now.

And in Huangquan, my strength has increased compared to that in the human world. Under such a situation of ebb and flow, it is absolutely impossible for that sword repairer to be my opponent again. "

Yuan Yaozi thought ruthlessly: "It would be too cheap for them to die so easily under the erosion of the dead energy of the underworld.

It would be wonderful if he could find these two sword cultivators and kill them personally to vent his anger! "

Roar!

Thinking like this, Yuan Yaozi's heart was filled with murderous intent.

He put away the Jiuyou Kanyu map, his body flickered, and he swam in the hazy sea of ​​clouds, and let out an angry roar from the bottom of his heart.

The pampered Yuan Yaozi has always been the one who will take revenge.

He has already decided to set off to find Lu Qingshan and Ji Chuan who were transported to the Underworld by his crossing technique, in order to avenge his almost death.

"Two little sword cultivators, relying on the power of the sword sect, are so presumptuous to me. Don't let me find you two, otherwise I will make you look good!"

What he didn't expect was...

It's beautiful, you don't need him to look for it, it's already delivered to your door by yourself...

When he was about to move, but he didn't know where it came from, a killing intent suddenly exploded, filling his entire soul.

In the Yellow Springs, it was originally a hazy area, gloomy and gloomy all day long, and there is no such thing as a big sun.

But at this moment, Yuan Yaozi seemed to see a round of red sun, and felt that his soul was completely lost, and an inexplicable horror suddenly emerged.

In fact, he hasn't realized the specific situation yet, and this thrilling emotion is produced by his subconscious mind.

It was a sword light transformed from a flying sword, a blazing red and gorgeous sword light.

Sword intent and sword energy lingered on it, rolling like spring thunder.

The sword energy is as thick as a dragon drawing water, rising from the ground, suddenly born.

In the light of the sword, there is a little cold light, which is as bright as the sun.

During the flight of the flying sword, there was a sound of wind and thunder from inside, which was as urgent as electricity, disturbing all the hazy clouds and mist, making the sea of ​​clouds rippling yellow, so that people could not see the sky when they went up, and the earth when they went down.

It's like a sword from outside the sky.

The distance of hundreds of feet, in front of this flying sword, is just like a flying star passing through the clouds, and it will arrive in an instant.

Yuan Yaozi had just discovered the sword, he could only spit out a breath of death in Huangquan in a panic, trying to resist the power of the flying sword.

In the next breath, his eyes were full of red light and cold light.

A suppressive force from the bloodline level was born out of thin air.

It was as if a black dragon was rushing towards him.

This flying sword ignored all the death energy of the underworld, and the cold light instantly extinguished everything, sinking into Yuan Yaozi's head that was bigger than the hill.

A deafening sound of dragons and phoenixes came from his head.

Then, the sword qi exploded in Yuan Yaozi's head, dispersed into thousands of sword qi, and shot out violently.

In an instant, all the vitality of Yuan Yaozi was destroyed.

Thousands of big holes appeared in his huge demon body, from which sword lights like the rays of the rising sun shot out.

Before losing the last trace of consciousness, a figure appeared in Yuan Yaozi's lantern-like eyes.

That was the person who drove the flying sword.

It was a figure that he had always regarded as an extra head.

Lu Qingshan.

"Sword cultivator...!" Yuan Yaozi let out a mournful cry.

He had just survived from Ji Chuan's sword, but he didn't expect that after only five days, he would fall under the sword of Lu Qingshan, whom he never cared about.

I really can hide from the first day of junior high school, but I can't hide from the fifteenth day.

Thinking about it a few breaths ago, he seemed to be planning to take the initiative to seek revenge from these two swords.

Ridiculous, ridiculous!

Immediately, Yuan Yaozi's entire body was torn and disintegrated into countless pieces, which exploded into the sky.

Among them, there is an invisible faint aura, flying out of it, gracefully flying towards Lu Qingshan, directly merging into Lu Qingshan's body, and finally returning to the river of forgetfulness hidden in Lu Qingshan's Nascent Soul.

That is the power of Yuan Yaozi's living and undead spirits captured by Wang Chuan.

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The dragon sparrow circled back and fell into Lu Qingshan's body.

When it comes to "revenge for a grievance", who in the world can compare with Jianxiu?

Isn't it good to stay in the source place honestly? Do you have to join forces with the underworld to make trouble?

There is a father of the Yuan Yao King who is almost immortal. If he doesn't take the initiative to seek death, wouldn't life be happier?

Are you uncomfortable being a second-generation demon?

Looking at Yuan Yaozi who had turned into blood mist, Lu Qingshan felt awe-inspiring.

His philosophy has always been simple.

Jianxiu breathed a sigh of relief, he was at ease when his breath was smooth.

Since someone wants to kill him, he will no longer have the thought of such a noble person, and if he kills him, it will bring bad consequences, and he will not think about the so-called way of doing things in exchange for giving a lesson in exchange for greater benefits.

He wants to kill me, I'm better than him.

So he had to die.

It's that simple.

With a tiger in his heart, although he can sniff roses carefully, his eyes have no gaps!

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