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As the arrowheads get closer, those swords will soon pierce the soul. For any immortal cultivator, the slightest injury on the soul is a hundred times more serious than the Yuanshenhai and the physical body. It must be difficult to heal. Tang Zhentian, who has gone mad, is the best example.

retreat!

Yuan Futu stepped on the ground, directly stepped out of a big hole, and swept away backwards, and the blood explosion forbidden technique was completely vented, the flying sword was also horizontal in front of him, and the light of the divine pattern was on it Incessant circulation.

On the verge of extinction, he could only dodge the arrow with all his strength.

clang!

The arrowhead hit the flying sword hard, just hitting the position of the god pattern, the light on the totem branding dimmed instantly, and the lines full of mystery were also damaged by the cracks that burst out.

Losing an earth-level flying sword, he barely resisted the arrow's attack, but the attack of the soul did not disappear, but spread more fiercely.

This time, Shence Longlin could no longer help him resist, Yuan Futu took a deep breath, completely burned the clear spring, and used all the power of the soul in his body to fight against it.

hum!

The invisible impact made a dull loud noise, echoing in the empty palace, Yuan Futu felt the flesh and blood peeling off piece by piece, the pain was unbearable, but this was not really being torn apart, it was just that the soul was being torn apart. Response to shock.

"There are still two brushes."

Lei Meng's eyes were indifferent, and he felt more and more that he could not be left in this world, so he calmly put the second arrow on the bowstring.

Yuan Futu's only thought was to escape. With his current strength, he wasn't too sure about dealing with Lei Meng, not to mention that he didn't even have a fairy weapon in his hand. The gap made by the arrowhead of Jieli.

Outside is the vast night, but this is Qingyang Sect from beginning to end, there are powerful sect disciples everywhere, killing every step of the way, Yuan Futu wants to find a way out before everyone wakes up, otherwise he will definitely die here , so he shuttled between the palaces without any hesitation.

With his strength, even if he doesn't have a fairy weapon, he can condense the robbery sword and fly with the sword, but the target is too big, and he can be shot down easily with Lei Meng's arrow method. This kind of strategy is not advisable.

Yuan Futu has not yet figured out the terrain here, so he can only flee without direction. Under the perception of his spiritual sense, it seems that he has eyes behind him, and he can see Lei Meng chasing after him, occupying a higher position like flying over the wall. As the arrow pointed, the prey in front of him fled in a hurry, which made him feel very relieved. It was much more enjoyable than hunting monsters, so he didn't intend to attract the attention of other disciples, otherwise the fun would be lost.

Qingyang Sect is really big, and the road in front of him seems to have no end no matter how he walks, Yuan Futu used these buildings to keep hiding his figure to avoid being directly hit.

For Raymond, there is only one chance, and only one time is needed, so he was very cautious with this arrow, and he was not in a hurry to shoot, but was looking for the best opportunity.

Not long after, these ancient sect buildings became fewer and fewer, and it became more and more difficult for Yuan Futu to hide his figure. As the sense of crisis in his heart became stronger and stronger, he became a little less calm. Staring forward, I saw a huge and magnificent white building not far away.

It is like a sleeping giant, ancient and majestic under the night.

Yuan Futu didn't know what the purpose of this building was, but there was no escape route in front of him, so he decided to rush into the palace.

Lei Meng sensed his intention, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes, and he said, "That's a forbidden area, he must not be allowed to enter!" The thought that was still hesitating made a decision immediately, his fingers released, and the arrow sent out a shock. The howling sound resounding throughout the Qingyang Sect, in the violent friction with the void, pulled out a string of bright and dazzling flames.

At this moment, Yuan Futu had already rushed in front of the white building, and only then could he see its real body clearly. It was straight up like a cylinder, and it was a hundred feet high, but it didn't have a dome. From the outside, it could be clearly seen from the inside. The blazing flames came out, and there were countless arched holes on the ancient wall, and thick white smoke was constantly coming out of it.

Yuan Futu no longer had the time to think about the function of this thing, he stepped on a flying sword and jumped up, dodging the disciples of the Qingyang Sect stationed at the main gate, and rushed directly into one of the cave entrances, watching the billowing white smoke to swallow him up.

And the next moment, the arrowhead had already arrived, and its target was pointed at Yuan Futu's vest, but when it was about to achieve its goal, a huge prohibition talisman suddenly popped up on the wall of the building, and the arrowhead landed on it, Like a straw that wanted to pierce steel, it fell limply to the ground.

Raymond's face was solemn. As he expected, the suzerain imposed multiple restrictions on this building when it was completed. To be honest, he has never been inside, but he knows what is going on inside. The result of Yuan Futu is also doomed, there is only one dead end.

It's just a pity that he couldn't die in his hands.

The entrance of the cave was very deep, and Yuan Futu felt the sense of crisis gradually subside, so he relaxed and walked forward with a short body, but the thick white smoke that gushed out was unbearable, and it contained a pungent fairy medicine smell.

After a while, a bright flame appeared in front of him, Yuan Futu coughed violently, and rushed out without thinking, but he came to a stone platform, and below it was a cauldron furnace.

Yuan Futu's eyes widened, and there was a look of extreme shock in his eyes. He had never seen such a huge cauldron, standing here like a hill, it looked bigger than a palace, and the body of the cauldron was red gold. There are ancient monsters and beasts engraved on it, and the cauldron cover is covered with holes the size of fists, and the smoke is diffused from the inside.

Looking below, there are dozens of old-faced immortal cultivators gathered around the cauldron, controlling an unknown red immortal fire with the unfathomable alchemy of the cauldron.

Everyone's face was dignified, showing the look of fatigue. After a while, a cauldron master left the stage, but there will be a new cauldron master on top, continuously refining the elixir in the cauldron furnace.

"With such a big scene, what kind of elixir is in the cauldron?" Yuan Futu was extremely shocked.