After one heart to the Tao, it is all the Shura field

Breath surged, the dantian inner mansion was severely damaged, and the soul was constantly being repaired by relying on spiritual power. An Jinnian's face turned pale, but the smile on the corner of his mouth did not diminish in the slightest, instead he spoke with great interest.

"It seems that the relationship between junior brother and uncle is not deep." He took a few steps back and leaned his back against the tree trunk.

"Perhaps in response to a sentence, twisted melons are not sweet."

An Jinnian added without fear of death, clearly referring to Shi Yuan's acceptance of disciples.

The cold wind was blowing on the top of the mountain, Shi Yuan held the sword in his right hand, the surrounding qi surged, the pure white sword coat was pulled up, and with the sound of hunting, Shi Yuan turned around slowly, Zhe Wu drew a mark on the ground.

Yinhui's cold eyes were like refracted light on ice blades, Haoxue's white hair set off his whole body like ice and snow, staring at him coldly and powerfully, An Jinnian seemed to smell a breath of death.

"You, damn..."

The killing intent poured down, and the surrounding spirit wood herbs might have sensed them, and the leaves were rustling, trembling like fear.

Shi Yuan suddenly regretted that he should have killed this person as early as in the ruins fairyland, and shouldn't have left it until today.

An Jinnian glanced at Zhewu, and the barrier-like red spirit around him retreated slightly, as if taking a step back. Hmph, the radiance of this ancient artifact is really powerful, and even the blood ghost spirit on him can barely avoid its edge .

In this life, his level of cultivation was a bit weaker. With his current strength, he naturally couldn't fight Sword Patriarch Shi Yuan, but that didn't mean he was afraid.

As long as his cultivation level is improved, he is capable of fighting, and it is not difficult for him to break through the realm of cultivation. He only needs to quickly refine the blood ghost soul into a blood ghost soul, and then pair it with the blood ghost heart, the realm Breakthrough will be dozens of times faster than ordinary people!

If he was injured so easily next time, wouldn't he lose face of Immortal Yunhua himself.

but.....

An Jinnian smiled, and said loudly: "Instead of killing me here, Master Uncle, why not see where Junior Brother has gone, after all...he only knows that you have memories... .”

Shi Yuan's expression changed instantly.

For a moment of ecstasy, countless pictures and sounds flashed in my mind, and finally Yan Lin's calm and indifferent eyes when he left, seemed to hit his mind hard.

The Zhewu in his hand seemed to sense something and disappeared in his hand. Shi Yuan turned around and took a step, and disappeared directly.

On Fuyuan Mountain, there were originally three people standing together, but An Jinnian was the only one left. He raised his head, glanced at the blue sky, and opened his hands, a ball of red ghostly fire floating in his palm.

Staring at the red light with pitch-black eyes, Qingjun's appearance was very peaceful at this moment, without the usual evil feeling, and after a long while, he closed his eyes.

"Go, the worse the situation is, the better. The more you misunderstand, the more opportunities I have... The Taoist partner I said is not a lie..."

..........

But after a while, Yan Lin had already left the territory of Changtian Sword Sect.

On top of the snow buds, Yan Lin leaned against its neck, looking at the rapidly receding sea of ​​clouds, the red sun hanging high in front of it, the sun shining through the clouds, the golden brilliance rendered, like rolling golden karst, gorgeous and dazzling.

There was a cold air in the cloud, and the resentment in his heart was suppressed a lot. He decided to temporarily put aside the matter of the two of them and go back to Haoran Immortal Mansion.

There is no other reason for going here, he has to discuss with his father about the ghost-masked man in black.

The people behind obviously couldn't wait, the third lady was just the beginning, the beginning to get the phoenix egg, and now, those men in black were gradually coming out from the darkness, even blatantly, the fighting in the phoenix forest made him realize that the group Human strength may be greater than he imagined.

Although he didn't want to involve his father in this vortex, there was no one he could trust now except him.

However, he pursued these things not for the sake of righteousness and awe in the world, but he just felt that the reason why he would die in vain every time due to the curse that haunted him for two lifetimes might be in it.

And it's time for his Suiyu Xinjue to take it to the next level.

It is imperative to return to Haoran Immortal Mansion.

Yan Lin was contemplating, when suddenly Xueya bumped into him, let out a high-pitched cry, and nearly shook him off.

A golden six-pointed star array appeared out of thin air, like a beam of light passing through the sky and going straight up to the sky. The pale golden light was like a layer of tulle, enclosing them.

Unwilling to be imprisoned, Xueya kept bumping against the wall. The tulle was so strong that it could only roar violently.

Yan Lin stood up with a solemn expression.

This is a hidden formation, specially used to catch escaped cultivators.

It's still golden, top-grade, and used above the stage of transforming gods, so I really think highly of him.

At this time, six tall black-clothed ghost-masked men suddenly appeared in the corners of the six-pointed star, leading them in six different directions, and they were changing spells in their hands.

In an instant, several golden immortal ropes appeared in the formation, one wrapped around Xue Ya's feet, stretched upwards, entangled the entire crane body, unable to move, Xue Ya was unwilling to be tied up, and kept using her beak Tearing the rope, the extremely sharp beak is useless.

At the same time, Yan Lin was also tightly bound hands and feet.

He frowned, and glanced over, he couldn't feel the aura of the man in black, like a few wandering ghosts, the dark eyeholes on the familiar ghost's face were like a terrible abyss.

Yan Lin gritted his teeth, and couldn't summon any spiritual energy around him, so he could only be trapped in it. Obviously, these people came prepared and set up a formation here early, waiting for him to take the bait.

He has nothing to do with the phoenix egg, so why are these people arresting him?

At this moment, there was a cloud of gray-white smoke in the formation, and suddenly he smelled a strange fragrance, like a blooming lotus, before he had time to think about it, he lost consciousness.

Seeing people fainted, the golden formation gradually disappeared, but the immortal rope did not move, the men in black gradually approached, and one of them picked up Yan Lin who had fainted.

Seeing that her master was being taken away, Xue Ya blushed anxiously, and kept yelling at the man in black, but the power of binding the fairy rope was not enough for a spirit beast to break free, and the sound of cranes could not hurt them in the slightest.

The man in black glanced at it, ignored it, turned around and disappeared into midair.

After about a cup of tea, a white figure appeared in the air.

Clothed and white hair fluttering in the breeze, his cold eyes glanced at the empty surroundings, and then his eyes settled on the bound crane not far in front. The next moment, he flashed forward, raised his hand, and bound The Xiansuo broke and disappeared, and the crane regained its freedom.

It has stayed in Xuefeng for a long time, so it is naturally familiar with Shi Yuan's aura, it eagerly surrounds Shi Yuan, flapping its wings non-stop, its nimble eyes are full of anxiety.

Shi Yuan frowned, his aura disappeared here...

.......

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Lin woke up from the darkness, and he slowly opened his eyes. This is a dimly lit room, surrounded by a piece of dark gold, extremely luxurious decorations, and there is an incense burner in the corner, which is slowly rising. A wisp of white smoke rose, and a sweet and greasy smell lingered at the tip of the nose.

He turned his head sideways and found that his hands were being hung from the top of the bed by the fairy rope, and he was kneeling on the bed, surrounded by a thin layer of silk gauze. Such a weird posture and feeling made him frown.

There was a creak and the door was pushed open.

Yan Lin held his breath, his eyelids drooped slightly, and stared ahead, a pair of cloud boots with a black bottom and golden pattern stepped in.