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Through the translucent white jade coffin lid, one can see the person lying inside, with a face like a begonia, a beauty like clouds, eyes slightly closed, and a peaceful expression.

It is the Yunshuang Fairy who ranks second in the Kyushu of the Shangqingmen!

It's just that Wei Wuyou couldn't feel a trace of her breath, and had already become a dead person.

"I knew you couldn't do it, so I made the decision for you," Di Hen said slowly,

Wei Wuyou pursed his lips in displeasure, "Why do you need to do anything about my business!".

Di Hen raised his eyebrows, "After three hours, it will be the time when the sky and the earth will be extremely cloudy. If you still fear your hands and feet, as time goes on, Xuanji's soul will gradually lose consciousness. Even if she is resurrected, she will be just a walking dead. Those who do great things must have courage!".

Wei Wuyou's fingertips slowly slid across the cool white jade coffin. What Dihen said made sense. Although it was nourished by the soul-nourishing wood, the longer the time passed, the weaker Xuanji's consciousness would be, and she might become muddled in the end. No delay.

"I will protect the law for you," Di Hen said in a deep voice, "You can trust me."

Wei Wuyou remained silent,

"Is there anyone you can trust now? After all, she is my own sister, and no one wants her to be born again more than I do,"

Di Hen said in a deep voice, with a sad tone, he released Nan Zhu's restraint, "I know you two know each other and have some friendship", he looked at Nan Zhu coldly, "You'd better not cause trouble".

Three hours later, it was the day when the yin energy was the heaviest. Wei Wuyou looked at the time and found that it would take three days to perform the soul-attracting technique, and her consciousness and cultivation were severely depleted. During this period, she had to rely on Emperor Hen's guardian.

The gloomy black air suddenly appeared around the magic circle, along the chain of soul locks towards the Soul Devouring Tower in the center of the magic circle, the dark wind blew up,

The blood-colored lake of Yinyue Lake rippled in the gloomy wind, as if it was swimming blood. A layer of gloomy black light covered the entire Shady Mountain, and faint ghost whistles came from the mountain stream.

The most yin and evil atmosphere between the heaven and the earth gathers towards the back Yin mountain, the situation changes, and there is a vision in the sky,

Wei Wuyou finally understood why Di Hen insisted on keeping the guardian, because the movement caused by this heaven-defying spell was too great.

The wind is howling, the black mist is long, the ghostly air is thick, and the sound of weeping seems to be a sneaky sobbing in the dark, screaming shrilly.

Wei Wuyou slowly injected true energy into the magic circle, and the Soul Devouring Tower suddenly lit up, flashing black lights,

Yin Qi hovered, forming a vortex of black mist, filled with the breath of ghosts,

The Ziyue Scythe blew lightly, and swept out from Wei Wuyou's hair, and got into the vortex, the purple awns shone, seeming quite cheerful.

Wei Wuyou carefully recited the soul-inducing formula that he had memorized hundreds of times, and all the Horcruxes released their soul power under the infusion of Yin and cold air, and poured them into the Purple Moon Scythe.

I saw Yin Qi billowing in the Back-Yin Mountain Range, bursting with thunder, and the huge and vast evil Qi formed a vortex, and the lower end pointed to Yinyue Lake.

The dark clouds in the sky are rolling, and a large piece of Yin Qi is expanding, revolving around Yinyue Lake, like a giant,

It seems that there are ghosts and monsters in front of the shore, monsters in the mountains, wild ghosts in the caves, and evil spirits hidden in the bottom of the stream.

A natural phenomenon, either the birth of a treasure, or the chaos caused by a monster, not long after, Wei Wuyou noticed three or four low-level monks rushing towards him like a stream of light.

He heard Dihen shout in a deep voice, "Little ants, don't overestimate your own strength, leave quickly, otherwise don't blame the old man for being rude!".

The face of the visitor was uncertain, greedy and reluctant to leave, and fearful of the opponent's strength, circling endlessly,

The emperor hated the mighty Nascent Soul mid-stage coercion pouring down, and the few monks gasped, not daring to fight, turned their heads and fled.

Dihen also sensed the aura of many monks nearby, and even those who had cultivated above the alchemy stage,

He squeezed his fingers, waved the sleeves of his robe, and saw several array flags shot out from the sleeves, surging black lights, piercing into the back shade mountain for several miles,

A light curtain enveloped Yinyue Lake, and the howling of ghosts and wolves was hidden in the array, but the visions in the sky still kept emerging.

Wei Wuyou originally thought that Beiyin Mountain was at the westernmost end of Yunmeng Continent, but he did not expect that in less than a day, many monks would be attracted. If the news leaked out, more monks would definitely come over in the next two days.

But the arrow is on the string and has to be fired.The soul array kept devouring Wei Wuyou's true qi, and the black mist became more and more cloudy.

Nanzhu released a pink mist, trapped several monks in front of the mountain, and saw a beautiful double-decker flying boat surrounded by light from the sky.

In front of the boat was pulled by two huge one-eyed strange birds, and it approached Beiyin Mountain in the blink of an eye.

"Father, what is there? There is a vision in the sky, could it be that a treasure was born?" A girl's voice sounded from the boat,

"Ah Qing, it's not a treasure. I didn't expect someone here to cast a sky-defying spell. Elder, do you think it's a resurrection spell?" Someone said in a deep voice,

"Island owner, it's very likely, and this person's cultivation level is not low, but it's a pity that he overestimated his strength and tried to change his fate against the sky! Aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?!" An old voice said,

"It seems that there are Nascent Soul cultivators sitting in the formation, is Qixing Island going to go through this muddy water?",

The person who opened the mouth had a square face and sword eyebrows, holding a sea beast bone stick, and the girl beside him was wearing a goose-yellow gauze dress, cute and clever, it was Luonan Qiuhong, the owner of the Seven Star Island who had met Wei Wuyou several times before. Ah Ching.

Luonan Qiuhong waved the sea beast bone stick, absorbing the pink mist released by Nanzhu,

"Island Master, it's important to deal with the alien sea monsters right now, don't meddle in other's business, besides, this kind of vision will definitely attract all kinds of powers, Qixing Island is already in danger, and there is no room for meddling in it."

Luonan Qiuhong pondered for a moment, then Fang said, "I don't think the other party has made any moves. It seems that they are sitting in the formation to protect the Dharma. Let me stand back and wait for a while. If the Tiandao League intervenes in this matter, it will be a good thing for us to help."

Emperor Hen naturally sensed Luonan Qiuhong's breath, Beiyin Mountain is in the most remote place in Yunmeng Continent, not to mention that this is the territory of Wangui Valley, and since Wangui Valley was destroyed and Nightmare Soul was seriously injured, there are very few magicians. activity here.

There are constantly monks coming here, circling around, everyone harboring evil intentions, unwilling to easily venture into the formation, and unwilling to leave, most of them have plans to fish in troubled waters.

The cloud of Yin Qi swirls, getting bigger and bigger, almost covering the entire Shady Mountain Range, in the darkness,

In the turbulent atmosphere of ghosts, the purple moon scythe let out low sounds, floating in the sky above the Soul Devouring Tower, only the shrill voice of ghosts could be heard, continuously absorbing the purple moon scythe, and the purple awns became stronger and stronger.

A look of joy appeared on Wei Wuyou's face, Xuanji's soul became stronger, all Horcruxes were trembling,

The power of the yin soul was poured into the soul formation continuously, and in the black clouds that gathered above the Soul Devouring Tower, the purple moon sickle was faintly visible in it, and she was wearing black hair and sitting cross-legged solemnly.

"Xuanji", Wei Wuyou had mixed feelings of joy and sorrow, and the energy she had spent in a day made her sway slightly, her brain hurt like a needle prick,

She bit the tip of her tongue, spat out a mouthful of blood, and was quickly inhaled by the purple moon sickle, bursting out a purple awn, soaring into the sky, straight into the cloud.

The originally turbulent and furious sky became silent, and all the dark clouds sank, staying on the top of the shady mountain, with a ghostly wind and dark clouds, giving people a sense of menace that the storm is about to come.

The black air expanded and contracted non-stop, and gradually became denser, becoming as black as ink, like a faint purple awn in it, but it bloomed more and more intensely.

"Could it be, that's the light of the strange treasure!" Some monks were overjoyed, thinking that the strange treasure was about to be born, ready to move,

"It's better for us to sneak in secretly. If something is wrong, run away immediately." A monk whispered, "The movement is so loud, there must be great supernatural powers, can someone follow me?",

"Let's go!" Three or four monks couldn't bear their greed, determined to go to explore the way, cast the spell of hiding their bodies, and went silently towards Beiyin Mountain.

Blood splattered everywhere, and Emperor Hen didn't even have the time to speak to these low-level monks who didn't know what to do. The gods smashed their barriers, and the blood spattered on the spot.

Several heads landed on the hiding place of the monks, their eyes were wide open, a black bone-penetrating nail was pierced into their foreheads, and they were firmly nailed to the ground, entwined with demonic energy.

"It's the Demon Gathering Sect!", the monks looked flustered, and they were probably one of the few old monsters in the Nascent Soul Stage who were able to take off the head of a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage in the blink of an eye, and they were ruthless.

"I didn't expect the head of the Demon Gathering Sect to personally sit in the formation to protect the dharma. I want to see who this person is?" Luonan Qiuhong suddenly said loudly.

"What?! It's the Emperor's Hate, the Sect Master of the Demon Sect!" All the monks were shocked and terrified. When they retreated one after another, they saw a few streamers escaping, "Heavenly Dao League!", some monks shouted in surprise.

"The evildoer is born, kill the evil spirits", accompanied by an angry shout, I saw light flickering, a gossip mirror floated in the air, and a heavy halo fell, forcing the black mist to retreat continuously, as if encountering something terrible.

"Old Taoist Heming, are you here to join in the fun too?!" Di Hen appeared outside the barrier, and the golden lights of the divine staffs flickered.

Daoist Heming glanced in the direction of Luonan Qiuhong, turned to Dihen and said, "An act against the heavens is not tolerated by the Dao. Our righteous principles should eliminate evil spirits."

He pinches the formula with his fingers, and a beam of light shoots out from his fingertips, hitting the gossip mirror, and the surrounding runes can be seen surging, and the gossip mirror shines a ray of light, piercing directly into the dark clouds.

I could hear Yin Hun roaring mournfully, the thick black and quiet clouds boiled up, the Soul Devouring Tower trembled slightly, all the black air was squeezed,

Wei Wuyou felt that Yin Soul became manic as if being irritated, and Xuanji's figure on the purple moon sickle suddenly twisted.

She closed her eyes, and the Nascent Soul jumped out of the Tianling Cap with a dignified expression, and the Wuji Sword in her hand poured pure demon energy into the Ziyue sickle, and the powerful real demon energy suppressed the restless ghost for a while.

Di Hen stepped on Jiuying, swung out the sticks of the gods, and hit the gossip mirror in a menacing manner. Daoist Heming pinched his fingers, and the blue light emitted by the gossip mirror collided with the golden glow of the sticks of the gods, creating a wave of air Rolling, deadlocked.

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