Xianlu Spring and Autumn

PS: Sorry for the late posting of this chapter, everyone.

Hearing this, Ji Fengqi finally looked a little better.

Tan overturned Xiexie and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist, are you relieved now? Should we talk about our deal?"

"not enough!"

Ji Fengqi shook his head again and said, his deep eyes sparkled and he said: "I still need to do another arrangement, this time, I also need to ask fellow Taoists for help."

"Fellow Daoist, what are your plans?"

Tan Tzuyu was really stunned this time, and really couldn't think of what arrangement Ji Fengqi could make in such a situation.

Ji Fengqi stared at the other party with an unusually calm expression and said, "If I still lose to Ye Bai this time, even if I borrow Daoist's magic weapon, and get killed by him, I hope Daoist brother can help me bring something to pass through." river!"

Tan overturned and wondered: "What?"

They are all dead, so why bring something there?What kind of feeling is this?

In Ji Fengqi's eyes, there was a light of hope, and he said word by word: "A tree, put it in your small world ring and take it there."

Sandalwood was overturned and then stunned.

The two whispered.

After a long time, Tan's overturned eyes lit up, and he said with great joy: "I never thought that fellow Taoist would have such an opportunity. It's really great. This time, you will definitely be able to cross the river!"

Ji Fengqi said: "If you want to do this, there is only one loophole, this loophole will definitely be discovered by them, and they will definitely ask you, this point, brother Dao must find a way."

Tan overturned his eyes and thought of this flaw. After nodding his head, he began to think carefully.

……

On the plain, beside the ferry, there is a huge monument of hundreds of feet.The three big characters of Wangchuanhe are shining with golden light.

A majestic figure sat on the top of the stone tablet, meditating silently, with long hair and robes, fluttering in the air.The boldness is astonishing.

Although he couldn't see the surge of mana breath around him, in his mind, the power of the soul was rapidly increasing again.

In Ye Bai's hand, there was originally a soul spar, which he got from the soul-calling frog in Wan Luoyuan, but he has never been willing to use it.For him, his strength has exploded extremely fast, and taking this soul spar again will not have a breakthrough effect, so it is better to give it to other relatives and friends who need it more.

but now.Ye Bai finally used it.

Because - in this battle, there is no room for loss.

Regarding Ji Fengqi, Ye Bai knew very well that he would never bow down to his fate.In order to ensure that this person is killed, Ye Bai must spend every bit of himself.All adjusted to the peak that can be reached!

……

On the river, there is no Wangyou boat, and the old man Wangchuan has gone.

Only Taoist Yuelong and Honglei walked side by side on the grass by the bank.Although there is only one person and one ghost, they still have the demeanor of a couple of gods and immortals.

In fact, Qiu Zhen, Jin Leishuai and Leng Tianyu came to the Wangchuan River together. Qiu Zhen and Leng Tianyu naturally wanted to see Ji Fengqi handing over the head, and Jin Leishuai was Yuelong. Invited by the Taoist, Taoist Yuelong hoped in his heart that Jin Leishuai could find a monk, a living person, the value and meaning of existence from Ye Bai.

In addition to a few people, there are many underlings of the Lord of the Underworld who are secretly on guard. In this battle, other monks are strictly prohibited from making trouble, which is why Ye Bai dared to practice on the stone tablet.

Taoist Yuelong looked at Ye Bai on the stone tablet and sighed slightly.

"Are you worried about Ye Bai?"

Red Tears asked softly.

Taoist Yuelong shook his head and remained silent. As the former Great Elder of Taiyi Sect, he could only watch on this matter, and felt helpless.But both Ye Bai and Ji Fengqi were far stronger than him, and this battle was no longer something he could intervene in.

Honglei glanced at him, thinking in her eyes, a moment later, the woman's gaze settled, and with a single step, she flew towards Ye Bai's direction.

whoosh-

The sound of piercing the sky was fleeting, and the red tears had already reached Ye Bai's side.

Ye Bai opened his eyes, seeing red tears, he stood up and asked, "What advice does Master have?"

Honglei said: "Ye Bai, do you understand soul?"

Hearing this, Ye Bai's scalp went numb and he was a little embarrassed. Of course he knew something about the soul, but facing the disciple of the old man Wang Chuan, he couldn't dare to say he understood, so he could only say awkwardly: "I know a little bit."

Honglei nodded and said: "Your uncle's soul has been severely injured. You already know about it. That man named Ji Fengqi should have a sinister soul attack supernatural power. When you fight him, you must Be extra careful."

"Please tell me the teacher's wife."

Ye Bai heard that the other party wanted to point out, so he saluted the donkey downhill.

Honglei nodded again, thought for a while and said: "For us ghost cultivators, switching to the ghost way is to use the soul as the foundation to create a ghost cultivator's body, so the ghost cultivator's body can be said to be our soul. The stronger and stronger the body, the stronger and stronger the soul. When attacked by the soul, it is less likely to be injured. When ghost cultivators practice, in addition to the ordinary magic power of the primordial spirit, there is another method to strengthen the body of the ghost cultivator. "

This woman's voice is unusually pleasant and well-organized.

Ye Bai nodded repeatedly, this paragraph is easy to understand.

"But the flesh and blood monks are different."

Honglei changed the topic and said: "The soul of a flesh and blood monk lives in the body and is quite fragile. After being attacked, it will easily collapse and be completely annihilated between the heaven and the earth, and it cannot be strengthened through cultivation like our ghost cultivators. That's why I heard that ghost cultivators like to attack the souls of flesh and blood cultivators the most."

Ye Bai nodded again and said: "I have fought many ghost cultivators in the Underworld, and I have some experience with this, but before my soul collapsed, they were killed or defeated by me, and I did not meet them. A master of the art."

Ye Bai wasn't bragging, he had seen all kinds of attacks during his many battles in the world of mortals, and some of them attacked his soul.

Honglei nodded and said: "Most of the supernatural means to attack the soul are very precious, and it is difficult for ordinary monks to obtain. But Ji Fengqi is definitely an exception. You should not be careless. The last time, he was probably because of Ji Baiyi's death. The man who was chased and killed by you was in a state of confusion, so he didn't use this method, and his level is definitely not his normal level."

Ye Bai nodded solemnly, but frowned again: "How should I guard against his attack?"

Red Tears said: "Flesh and flesh monks cannot improve the strength of their souls through practice. If they want to defend themselves, there are only two ways. I don’t have it in my hand, but I do have a magic weapon, and I can give it to you.”

Hearing this, Ye Bai was overjoyed and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Ma, but you don't need to give it away, just lend it to me."

Honglei smiled lightly and said: "Yuelong told me that you are a very troublesome person, so you can keep it for yourself, and it can be regarded as a gift for you as my teacher's wife."

After finishing speaking, Honglei covered her chest with one hand, her mana was circulating, and little black glow gradually appeared, as if something was about to be sucked out of her ghost cultivator's body.

Wumang is getting more and more prosperous.

After a few breaths, the red tearing hand left the chest, and there was already a black diamond-shaped gemstone in the palm of the hand, exuding the aura of a high-grade spirit treasure.

Honglei said: "This thing is called the Soul Guardian Stone. It is a strange stone produced by heaven and earth. It is only produced in the Underworld, and its quantity is rare. Although it only has the breath of a high-grade spiritual treasure, its effect is comparable to that of the low-grade artificially refined ones with the same effect. Immortal Treasure, even the ordinary soul attacks of monks in the early and middle stages of the starry sky, can be prevented."

After finishing speaking, hand it to Ye Bai.

Before taking over, Ye Bai already felt an unusually calming power coming from that soul guardian stone.

"Thank you, Mrs.

Ye Bai thanked again, took it over without refusing.

Honglei said again: "Although the teacher gave me two immortal treasures, the two between Wei Li and Ji Fengqi are only siblings, they won't help you much, so I won't give them to you. The rest is up to you, Ji Fengqi may also borrow some powerful magic weapon from the monk from the other side."

"Disciple dare not be too greedy."

Ye Bai said, regarding Ji Baiyi's possible borrowing of treasure, he also had some guesses in his heart.But there is nothing else to do, I can only see the tricks, Taoist Yuelong, how can there be any powerful fairy treasures to lend him, and the old fellow of the Lord of the Yellow Springs, in the current situation, can't provide more help Otherwise, it would be directly related to Ji Fengqi's death.

Honglei nodded, and was about to fly back to Taoist Yuelong when suddenly his heart moved and he looked in the direction of the Wangchuan River.

The calm water of the Wangchuan River suddenly began to wave, and deep in the black mist, there was a shadow of a boat approaching.

"The teacher is back."

Honglei said softly.

Following his gaze, Ye Bai's heart was gradually fluctuating. Among the three giants of Huangquan, he had already met the Lord of Huangquan, and he was about to meet the second one today.

……

The shadow of the boat approached, revealing its true face.

Not long after, old man Wang Chuan came to support the manuscript, with a calm and unrestrained expression.

But on the bow, he was not alone, there was another figure beside him. (to be continued~^~)