God Ring Howl

Zhao Xiang's hands staggered, overlapped, interspersed continuously, and seal formulas of various shapes flew straight towards Shang Yu's skeleton.

More and more faint blue, crimson, and smoky gray spots flew out from the skeleton.

In just two or three breaths, there were no more light spots flying out of the skeleton.

Only then did the flying light spots rapidly rotate, disperse, and gather, and then rotate, disperse, and gather again.

In the end, they condensed into the appearance of Shang Yu, with a height of 1.8 meters [-], which is a living Shang Yu.

There is also an extremely blurry image that is forcibly isolated to the side, which is Niu Yifu's ray of primordial spirit.

The image formed by this ray of primordial spirit is blurred, but the outline, eyebrows and eyes can be distinguished.

He is about 1.8 meters tall, with eyes like a falcon, eyebrows like silkworms, exuding a domineering and wild aura, but it seems to be mixed with some indomitable heroism, vicious, vicious, wild and righteous Niu Yifu's body is so contradictory and perfectly unified, heroic, heroic, and upright, so that he naturally forms an attractive temperament, especially for those beautiful, arrogant women, let them feel from the depths of their hearts. A kind of inescapable yearning burst out.

He is his lifelong reliance, the man of his dreams.

"He, he..." Yan Xiaoxiang raised her hand slightly, a complex light of surprise, shock and disbelief appeared in her eyes, "He is the Lord, the Lord, I will never forget, forever I will never forget..."

All the disciples of Xuanzong seemed to understand everything, but they also seemed to understand nothing.

They feel that they have had a dream, and everything that happens in the dream is so real but so unreal.

The omnipotent Lord Xuanzong was forcibly separated from Shang Yu's soul by the yellow-faced young man in front of him.

The brother Niu Yifu who has been following them and has been on an equal footing has turned out to be the lord who has changed his appearance.

This lord actually refined Shang Yu, who was in the late stage of refining Xu, into a shadow clone of him.

However, they knew nothing about all this.

What makes them even more terrified is that.

This lord secretly planted the seeds of catching shadows and souls in all of them.

They can be refined at any time to become his Niu Yifu's shadow clone, or become a soul existence like Yinhuo No. [-].

From then on, they can only be his minions, his attendants, and high-level appliances for him to replenish energy anytime and anywhere.

In fact, they are nothing, just a piece of artifact with a lot of wisdom and can complete the task well.

No, no, utensils are ants that can be kneaded and died at any time.

Looking at this venerable lord condensed from the primordial spirit, everyone's face showed intense sadness and hatred to the extreme.

But looking at Shang Yu with a wink, as if seeing his own ending, a sense of sorrow for the death of a rabbit and a fox suddenly rose in his heart.

Without even taking a breath, the ten core disciples of Xuanzong fell into the abyss of despair.

"Dare to ask, my lord," Shang Xiangjun lifted up the pale jade face that had lost all vitality, and asked suddenly, "Did you use the soul-drawing technique on Shang Yu just now?"

Zhao Xiang replied meaningfully: "I don't know the name of this kind of supernatural power, but I think it should be pretty close."

Shang Xiangjun said with joy on his face: "That, that...that young master can expel the shadow-catching and soul-catching seeds in our body, right?"

Hearing Shang Xiangjun's words, all the core disciples of Xuanzong suddenly regained their spirits, especially Yan Xiaoxiang, who listened attentively, with traces of anticipation in their eyes and eyebrows.

Zhao Xiang replied without hesitation: "That's the case, why, do you have any plans?"

All the core disciples of Xuanzong immediately asked almost in unison: "Can you really get rid of me?"

Yan Xiaoxiang walked out from the crowd gracefully, and said a blessing to Zhao Xiang, softly saying: "There is no free lunch in the world, as long as you get rid of the seeds of catching shadows and souls in our bodies, we are willing to do it for you." The son drove to serve, "

"You just trust me that much," Zhao Xiang asked without answering, with a cold expression on his face, "Aren't you worried that I'll spoil you all?"

After hearing Zhao Xiang's rhetorical question, everyone couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

If the seeds of catching shadows and souls are expelled, and then the soul is drawn out, doesn't it mean that the front foot is out of the tiger's den and the back foot is in the wolf's den?

But Yan Xiaoxiang smiled, as if nothing had happened, and continued casually: "It's okay to tell your son, I have practiced Yangchun Kung Fu, and this kung fu has a supernatural power. If you run this kung fu within ten meters, you will be able to use it." I can discover the character of the other party. I have used this skill to conduct some secret investigations on the young master just now, and found that the young master has a pure heart. No matter how cruel you are on the outside, you can't change this. You will not do anything excessive to other people , just to me,,"

Yan Xiaoxiang paused, and fixed her eyes on Zhao Xiang.

Zhao Xiang was secretly startled, he never imagined that Yan Xiaoxiang's Yang Chun Kung Fu would have such a magical effect.

His face turned cold suddenly, Zhao Xiang moved his body slightly and told Yan Xiaoxiang coldly: "Go on,"

Saying a blessing to Zhao Xiang again, Yan Xiaoxiang seemed resolute and decisive, Qiong said: "Yes, son, you must have seen it, many high-level male cultivators died at my hands in order to practice this Yangchun Kungfu. The number is less than 30 people, and according to the original plan, in order to break through the bottleneck of Yangchun Gong, the young master is actually included in my field of vision, heck, young master, do you think I am very cheap, yes, I am very cheap , and it's not ordinary cheap, very ruthless, and not ordinary ruthless, so many innocent and outstanding male cultivators have died in my hands, even if you let me die a hundred times now, it is not an exaggeration, in fact... ..."

Yan Xiaoxiang paused again, and sighed deeply.

Zhao Xiang never expected Yan Xiaoxiang to be so frank with him, and was shocked in his heart.

In fact, he knew almost everything from the wisp of primordial spirit that Niu Yifu left in Shang Yu's mind.

But right now, from Yan Xiaoxiang's mouth, it sounds different.

From Yan Xiaoxiang's seemingly calm voice, he heard a kind of hatred, a kind of regret.

Even, under careful observation, Zhao Xiang could hear Yan Xiaoxiang's boredom of life and his fearlessness of death.

The core disciples of Xuanzong opened their eyes wide, their faces full of astonishment.

They listened to the once glorious Emperor Xuanzong, narrating secrets that they had never heard of.

Smiling faintly, and gently pulling the few strands of black hair on his forehead with his hands, Yan Xiaoxiang suddenly revealed an astonishing beauty.

Looking at the people around her, she continued to speak, as if she was telling a story belonging to someone else.

"Actually, more than a hundred years ago, I stopped living for myself,"

"I live for hatred, I want revenge on all men in the world, men don't have a good thing,"

"Niu Yifu taught me Yangchun Kungfu, to put it bluntly, it just made me more independent and better able to make his ultimate furnace,"

"Doing this will not only give him more physical pleasure, but also quickly improve his cultivation. I know everything,"

"It's just that I fell into the gentle and vicious trap he set up, and I couldn't extricate myself. I was in a dilemma between being obsessed with sensuality and full of hatred. Not only did I hate all men, but when I was alone in the middle of the night, I hated myself. Many times even I want to leave this world of beasts by suicide..."