After the battle to damage the Immortal Venerable to prove the ruthless way

Xiao Wang didn't pay attention to the movements behind Yan Zizhi's back.

But he didn't get off the grand master's chair, but had a mysterious smile on his face.

"The five pieces of soul that I promised you, I will give it to you now, but there is still the last ray of soul, I am afraid you will need to work hard to get it."

Xiao Wang raised his hand, and a wooden carved tray on the grand master's table flew into the air, and came to Yan Zizhi without any obstacles.

Yan Zizhi looked down, and there were two small kits neatly placed on the tray.

Yan Zizhi is very suspicious, doesn't Xiao Wang need to exchange at the same time?

Obviously, the spirit-gathering talisman is still in his hand, isn't he afraid that he will leave with his soul?

Despite this, Yan Zizhi took out the life lamp from the storage ring, and a faint water-blue flame surrounded the two kits.

It is completely possible to sense the soul in the kit.

One kit is the soul of the resentment society, and the other is the soul of separation and soul of departure.

As soon as Yan Zizhi raised his hand, he put the two verified kits into his arms.

And the spirit-gathering talisman was still tightly held in the palm of his other hand.

He and Xiao Wan looked at each other across the air.

The other party didn't seem to be afraid at all that he would leave with the Spirit Gathering Talisman at this moment.

What's even more strange is that Xiao Wang didn't even have the slightest thought of asking him for the Spirit Gathering Talisman. Instead, he conjured a jug of wine out of nowhere and raised his head to take a sip again.

When the jug was gently put down, he said in a playful tone: "Would you like to know where the rest of the eternal hatred went?"

Yan Zizhi: "?"

Let me ask politely, are the two of them familiar enough to sit down and discuss gossip over a glass of wine calmly?

I don't know if it's because Xiao Wang doesn't know his identity, or because he doesn't have the concept of an enemy in his mind at all.

"The last ray of soul can't be obtained, what does it have to do with long-term hatred?" He was too lazy to keep playing tricks with such a crooked person like Xiao Wang.

Although he already knew the ins and outs of his life experience.

But Yan Zizhi has always been separated from himself and Changhen.

He didn't feel that he was a long-term grudge.

And Everlasting Hate has already disappeared in the Three Realms, life and death disappeared.

In this life, he and Lin Yuan are inextricably bound together.

Rather than eternal hatred and Xie Wuya.

Intuition told Yan Zizhi that the gossip that Xiao Wang wanted to tell must be related to the last ray of soul.

If he turned around and left, he would definitely miss this only clue.If he doesn't leave, Xiao Wang may use a fishing method to tell the story.

Yan Zizhi is not a fish.

I also don't want to be a fish caught by Xiao Huang.

So he didn't bother to break up with him, and directly punctured Xiao Wang's words.

"You're much smarter than I thought."

The fishing talk was seen through by the anti-fraud group, and the fisherman himself was speechless for a moment.

Yan Zizhi: "..."

It's okay, take a deep breath to comfort yourself.

The ancient demon god in front of him may have been dead for too long, and his mind is a bit stupid.

Everyone looks stupid than him.

Xiao Wang touched his nose in embarrassment, the ancient demon god was stunned and had nothing to say.

Having nothing to say, he simply cut into the screen to avoid embarrassment. With a wave of his hand, he created a huge illusion in the sky.

In the picture, Changhen appeared on Yashan for the last time, after sealing Xiao Wang, Changhen stood on the top of Yashan, the expression on his face was not particularly good.

He didn't feel relieved at all, instead he kept searching for something on the edge of the cliff with a heavy heart.

The violent river wind on the cliff wrinkled his robe, but he never gave up.

The strand after strand of soul search technique was released, as if the souls of thousands of people who were finally buried in the entire girder were searched.

But got nothing.

The expression on his face gradually changed from a serious mind to a little expectation, and finally his face was ashen, despairing and silent.

Just at the moment when Changhen was disappointed, a faint meow suddenly came from the grass on the side of the cliff.

Everlasting Regret floated down from the sky, approached the grass carefully step by step, and pushed aside the wild grass that was half a person's height, only to see an orange kitten lying on all fours inside.

The cat of subjugation is so emaciated that even the fugitives can't eat enough to eat, let alone no one feeds the kitten.

Even so, the thin kitten didn't devour the black demon pill that landed in his arms.

The black demon pill was like a crystal clear ball, curled up tightly in the abdomen by the kitten, protecting the demon pill with its bony body.

The expression on Changhen's face, he couldn't control his emotions for a while, mixed with sorrow and joy.

Seems like a lost and found precious thing.

You have to bend down and hold Yaodan and the kitten in your arms.

Gently took out the demon pill from the kitten's soft belly and twisted it around with his fingertips.

It was only then that Yan Zizhi realized that there was only half of this demon pill left, and the other half was only surrounded by illusory demon energy and had no substance.

In fact, this kitten can completely swallow the half of the demon pill, so that not only will it not die, but it will also be possible to cultivate into a demon clan and obtain eternal life.

But he didn't.

Maybe it's a coincidence, maybe it's the love of heaven.

He guarded this half of the demon pill, and he also waited for the immortal who saved his life.

Everlasting Regret was grateful for the kitten's protection of half of the demon pill, and a ray of fairy energy was injected from the fingertips into the kitten's body.

The hair on the little orange cat's body began to gradually emit a soft luster.

Yan Zizhi immediately thought of the mountain guardian animal on Bishan.

Is it this little orange cat?

No wonder a fat orange with an undeveloped mind was able to be sat down by Lin Yuan and turned into a mountain guardian beast.

He was fed with all kinds of miraculous medicines every day, just to prolong his life.

It turned out to be the kindness of using the soft belly to protect half of the demon pill.

What happened next made Yan Zizhi a little dumbfounded.

After Changhen took back the demon pill, he took the demon pill and the little orange cat away from Wuwang Realm. Perhaps because of lack of energy, he only flew near the temple and landed.

Turning around, he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Changhen seemed to treat half of the demon core as a treasure, and he didn't even let the demon core notice that he was spitting blood.

He meditated and rested for a while, and suddenly pressed his fingers against his chest, his five knuckles were pale and blue due to the force.

Under the pull of a palm, Changhen abruptly pulled out a dripping blood hole from his left heart, and in the snow hole, the other half of the demon pill that was almost fused with the heart revealed its true appearance.

There is actually half a demon pill in the heart of eternal hatred!

For a moment, Yan Zizhi couldn't figure out the entanglement between Changhen and Xie Wuya.

He didn't see the relationship between Everlasting Regret and Xie Wuya in the hopeless situation?

But he knew that Xie Wuya himself was the ancient demon master.

If you want the ancient demon master to hand over the demon core, unless you voluntarily, how can this happen.

"Is it strange?"

? Xiao Wang's voice made people very uncomfortable, and it suddenly sounded from behind.

Yan Zizhi frowned, not going to talk to him.

But Xiao Wang, as the only person who knew about this matter, of course couldn't help wanting to show off.

"Because you have only experienced the story of their first life in Wuwang Realm. Later, the demon gods perished, the world mirror reappeared, the Three Realms were in chaos, and Yunhuang Xianshan disappeared overnight. You don't even know."

"Do you think the Battle of Yashan is over here? Xie Wuya once worshiped the immortal sect after Lu Qingzhou's death, but found that the high-ranking elder of Xianshan turned out to be his old enemy, Lu Qingzhou."

Xiao Wang spoke halfway, pressed his temples, waved his hands and said: "Forget it, the following plot is too complicated, and you can see it when you can control the world-traveling mirror."

Yan Zizhi half closed his eyes.

A strange memory seeped into his mind, but this memory seemed to be sealed by someone, and he couldn't extract it.

When he raised his head again, the scene in the Grand Illusion Technique changed again.

Everlasting Hate combined the two halves of the demon pills together, then turned around and opened the temple formation.

The golden light of 480 temples rose from the ground, impacting all the magic power of the formation on the demon core.

For a moment, golden light appeared above the demon core.

But Everlasting Hate was already exhausted, and fell to one knee on the ground.

Even the body became transparent, and the soul was about to shatter before seeing it, and passed away in the form of a feather.

For the last time, he looked at the demon pill hanging in mid-air with great reluctance.

480 beams of golden light belonging to the fairy world poured into the demon core non-stop.

Gradually turn the black demon pill into a transparent shape.

It's like washing the marrow and quenching the soul, turning the muscles and bones upside down.

After a long time, the sky outside changed several times.

The temple formation slowly ended, and the 480 temples gradually fell into eternal silence.

And that demon pill that has become transparent, faintly has immortal energy floating on it.

Soon a baby was conceived.

Yan Zizhi raised his eyes and saw that Changhen, who had only one breath left, was sitting motionless on the futon.

Already out of breath.

The mana is exhausted, the soul is exhausted, and the soul is broken.

Even if the Emperor of Heaven is reborn, it is impossible to restore it.

A strange emotion rose in Yan Zizhi's heart.

It is really a special experience to watch my past life disappear like this.

The cry of the baby in the ancient temple shocked the world, and also made the immortals who came to worship discover the existence of the baby.

Later, the screen jumps, and the baby who came back with a long-cherished grudge gradually grows into a little boy, with unusually familiar eyebrows and eyes.

What the young man likes most is to practice swords in the temple. His sword skills are earth-shattering and can be called a unique skill at that time.

Hundreds of years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the little baby at that time has grown into the appearance of Linyuan.

Yan Zizhi took a deep breath.

It turned out that this was Lin Yuan's life experience.

But what does this have to do with the soul that can't be found?

"With my own strength, I can reshape the immortal life. This long-lasting hatred has nothing to do with what the deity has done, but it can only be said to be exactly the same."

"You must be very curious, where is the soul?"

Xiao Wang took a sip of the wine lightly, gulping down the jujube with the wine in his mouth: "When Everlasting Regret found Xie Wuya, Xie Wuya had already lost this wisp of soul. That is to say, even after 400 years, Xie Wuya Changed into Linyuan, he still hasn't been able to get back his soul."

Yan Zizhi: "..."

People have three souls and seven souls.

If any one of them is missing, one of the most normal habitual functions may be lost.

No wonder from the time he met Lin Yuan, he was like a blank sheet of paper, with a pure heart and a clear distinction between love and hate.

The wisp of soul he lost made him the purest person in the world.

No disputes, no resentment, no resentment.

Full of kindness.

It is precisely because he lost a wisp of soul that he doesn't know how to face all kinds of tricks in this world, so he chooses to stand in front of others with a cold face.

Linyuan's abstinence style is really too cute.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Yan Zizhi closed his eyes and secretly made up his mind.

He must bring Lin Yuan back to life, he is the purest person in the world.

He should not be the one who died for the sake of the world.

"After laying the groundwork so much, I won't play around with you." Xiao Wang withdrew his illusion and clapped his hands.

A familiar figure came out from behind the screen in the middle hall behind him.

It was Lin Jiran.

The difference from before is that in the past, Lin Jiran's eyes were full of pride, but now he is like a walking dead, with a face full of predation.

Lin Jiran tightly clutched a bag of red kits, like a rare treasure, carefully took it out, and hurriedly swayed it in front of Yan Zizhi.

He hid it in his arms again.

"Ji Yunzhi, this is the last strand of master's soul."?

Lin Jiran's voice didn't fluctuate at all.

Yan Zizhi naturally knew about it.

He can completely judge that Lin Jiran standing in front of him at this moment is not his real body either.

Good guy, ever since he learned the puppet art, Lin Jiran has been at ease and at ease.

Faced with himself, he only dared to use a puppet, because he was afraid of being cut into several pieces by himself and fed to the dogs?

It can be deduced from this that the soul in Lin Jiran's hands is just a puppet illusion.

But the flame of the life lamp in his arms suddenly flickered.

Yan Zizhi was almost certain that the last ray of soul was indeed in Lin Jiran's hands.

Where did he find it?

"Ji Yunzhi, if you want to take back your master, with the last breath of your soul, kneel down and kowtow three times!"

Lin Jiran roared hoarsely.

But in Yan Zizhi's eyes, he was like a clown who dared to bully others by hiding behind his back.

"You do not deserve."

Even when he grabbed Lin Yuan's soul, Yan Zizhi felt a little dirty.

It's just a clown, a cowardly thing.

She even dared to run in front of him to act wildly.

"If you don't kneel down for me, then none of us will be able to get Master. I would rather destroy the last ray of soul of Master, and it is absolutely impossible for you to resurrect him."

Lin Jiran turned his wrist upwards, where the soul was held in the palm of his hand, and the fire of magic was ignited when he saw it.

A puppet is a projection of a person's true behavior.

What is the puppet art in front of people doing, then what is his deity doing too.

Yan Zizhi stared at Lin Jiran closely.

But not staring at the movements of his hands.

Instead, stare at the scene behind him.

It is obvious that Lin Jiran's puppetry has not been practiced well, or it is the place where he is, it is very laborious for him to perform puppetry.

In short, the puppet technique not only projected what Lin Jiran did, but also projected the scenes behind him one by one.

It was a dark and deep cave, with no light at all, but after getting used to the dark scene, you could see vague things in the cave.

Behind Lin Jiran, there is a dark coffin.

Yan Zizhi thought about how to use the puppet technique in his mind. The scope of use of the puppet technique is supported by the level of cultivation and spiritual power.

With Lin Jiran's cultivation base, it is impossible to release the puppet in an environment beyond thirty miles.

Not to mention anything else, the range of the land of death and life alone is more than 60 miles, and it is desolate.

In other words, Lin Jiran is also in the land of death and life now!

Yan Zizhi stood there calmly, but restlessly inserted a finger into the storage ring, and lightly tapped the center of Xiang Jiurong's tail feathers.

Xiang Jiurong once told him that the tail hairs of the phoenix clan have great functions and can be used for communication. Even if they are separated by an enchantment, thousands of miles away, or separated by the three realms, their communication will not be blocked.

Now it finally came in handy.

Yan Zizhi sent a message with his mind, and input it into Xiang Jiurong's tail feathers.

"did you find it?"

Less than a moment later, Xiang Jiurong's scolding sound came from the other side: "This young master is really tormented enough. There are all kinds of twists and turns in this land of death and life. I really don't understand. The ancestors are all dead, so what are you doing with a complicated formation! You are still worried that someone will come in to rob the tomb!"

Xiang Jiurong's panting voice could be heard.

But he scolded his father for a while, and before Yan Zizhi could speak again, he got back to business: "I found it, I found it, I saw that bastard Lin Jiran!"

Yan Zizhi smiled slightly: "Do you still remember what I taught you about the art of shifting phantom?"

"That's necessary. This young master is talented and intelligent, and a famous teacher produces a high-level apprentice. That's absolutely easy!"

After getting an affirmative reply, Yan Zizhi looked up with a smile on his face.

Here Lin Jiran is still threatening himself with a ferocious face, asking him to kneel down to him.

But Xiao Wang was holding up the flagon and drinking, as if he had a winning ticket in his hands.

Pity.

Now he is the one who holds the chance of victory, not the two idiots on the opposite side.

"Ji Yunzhi, have you thought it through? You are in the illusion, one year is equal to one day outside, and there are less than three days left. If you don't kneel down for me, Master will never come back!"

"Kneel down for you?"

Yan Zizhi hehe.

"I told you just now, you!" Yan Zizhi stretched out a finger and pointed at Lin Jiran.

"---Not worthy!"

"Ji Yunzhi, you!"

Lin Jiran rolled up his sleeves as soon as he wanted to, but he forgot that he was just a puppet.

Xiao Wang raised two fingers at the right time, preventing his next move.

And at this moment, Xiao Wang finally put down the jug in his hand, staring at Yan Zizhi with his dark eyes.

"I smell a conspiracy."

"The dog's nose is pretty good." Yan Zizhi smiled.

Xiao Wan: "..."

"You'd better not play tricks on me."

Yan Zizhi folded his hands on his chest, a little amused: "This deity never likes to play tricks, and if he wants to play, he will play for real."

Xiao Zhuang stood up violently, and the entire grand master's chair was shattered by him.

He looked around and suddenly realized: "Where did Xiang Jiurong go! Didn't he enter the illusion with you!"

"What kind of illusion do you mean? You mean the black-feathered pheasant? I'm sorry, my brother's puppet art is too bad. He can't conjure himself without Lin Jiran's black heart. He can only become a black-haired pheasant. The pheasant came to deceive you."

Xiao Wan: "..."

A black devilish energy approached Yan Zizhi's life gate: "Where is he!"

Yan Zizhi snapped his fingers calmly.

This is the signal agreed with Xiang Jiurong.

At the same time, at the place of death and life, a faint golden light suddenly rose from two irrelevant directions.

Yan Zizhi, who was clearly in front of Xiao Huang's eyes, disappeared in an instant.

Even the stunned Lin Jiran puppet didn't react.

The smiling Yan Zizhi and Xiang Jiurong had already appeared behind him almost at the same time.

The Liuguang Umbrella showed no emotion, and pressed its cold umbrella tip against Lin Jiran's back.

Yan Zizhi poked forward lightly.

"Well, that's right, this time it's the main body, and the hard ones are all ribs..."?

Xiang Jiurong smiled next to Yan Zizhi and said, "Long time no see, you are still so stupid."

A trace of cold sweat trickled down Lin Jiran's cheeks, skipped over the tip of his nose, and flowed down to his chin.

But he didn't dare to move at all, despite the cold touch coming from the streamer umbrella behind his back, it made his whole body stand on end...

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