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Chapter 192 191. Entering Star Luo, so people "meet each other" (8.5K words-Da Chapter Qi Qi Subscribe)

Pu Zong, more than two hundred years ago, the early blood corpse of Zifu. These words were added together, and Song Yan immediately created Lenovo.

This is an island above the East China Sea. Star Luo Yu said that it is actually in the East China Sea.

‘Is it because the elders who did n’t go to the ancients at that time, but came to the East China Sea. I accidentally discovered my hidden Zhang Han blood corpse, and then controlled it by controlling the corpse. ‘

宋延饶有兴趣地看着舆图上标注的地点，心中略作估算。

地点不算远，赶路的话一个多月内就能抵达。

‘龙有龙途，鼠有鼠道。 The monk of the gods outside is also very convenient to want, as long as you spend money, you can buy it. ‘

When Song Yan thought, the tide had risen, and the light in the water surface quickly became dull.

This is the mainland of the sea area. Although there is an invasion of the local government, the beasts are overwhelming, but it has not yet affected it.

The shallow water waves over Song Yan's ankles, and the freshness and humidity of water vapor came from the sea breeze.

Song Yan rolled up the map and was about to get up, but he suddenly narrowed his eyes when he remembered something.

‘Yu Chitian himself has a small cause and effect. He betrayed Xingluo Yu and went to the Sea Demon family, so he could even go to the ruins of the void through the road of the sea demon.

He was the early state of God, and this time he returned from the ruins of the void, and subsequent breakthroughs refers to the next day.

His identity and strength will inevitably be concerned by many people. ‘

‘Yes, that’ s the cause and effect of Yu Chitian, not my cause and effect. Why should I take it for him? I don't need to use his identity to do. '

‘In this case, why should I be Yu Chitian? ‘

‘He is just that I jumped out of Fan cage and left the stairs of the void. I have already walked out, why should I maintain this identity? ‘

Song Yan smiled, swept the cave behind the eyes, cleaned up quickly, and then walked to this island, shaking it, and turned into another person. Going to the direction.

The huge moon wheel rose slowly at the end of the sea, and the sea surface showed the golden scales of the sea as the dance of the yellow dragon.

Lengfeng came face to face, and Song Yan felt very easy. In the past, many knives danced, and the abyss alone turned into the past. He felt that the mountain on his back had been unloaded, and the rope on his body had been unlocked. Both eyes were finally moved.

He couldn't help laughing, and he suddenly gave birth to a touch of feelings: there was no fetters and light, and if you want to be comfortable, don't stick to the cause and effect.

But can you escape from the world and shrink, and what are you comfortable?

Entering red dust, not causal and effect, Fang is superior.

After half a month.

There was a rainbow light outside Yu Chitian Dongfu. It was an irritable sea demon monk, shark head, and a blue heavy armor.

This shark monk stands in front of Dongfu and glances behind him.

There is also a more secret and strong atmosphere hidden in the blue wave.

Both of them were gods of gods.

At this point, the two quickly passed the thoughts.

"Yu Chitian entered the sea of ​​my sea, vowed by me with sperm blood, and was deceived and vowed, and then entered my sea of ​​flesh and blood.

As long as I shake the lights, I can briefly manipulate its body. Similarly, if the body is dying, I will know.

In this regard, Yu Chitian did not know.

However, the first two days I found out that Yu Chitian's sperm blood was exhausted in the flesh -and -blood lamp. The calculation date, he should have fallen in the ruins of the void.

Today is not Yu Chitian on the island, but just a monster wearing Yu Chitian's outer skin.

Shark King, you should be careful to seduce him to negotiate to see if we can use it.

If we ca n’t talk, we will jointly kill them. "

鲨头妖修瓮声回了句：“我且去看看这厮到底是什么东西。”

After that, it raised: "Anti Tao, please come out and see."

No one responds.

The shark head demon said: "It's quite vigilant."

Immediately, he said again: "Anti -Tian Dao, please come out to see!"

The sound was like thunder, and the entire island buzzed.

But no one responded.

The shark head demon Xiu quickly let go of the consciousness to explore it, but this investigation found that the palace was empty.

It just wanted to step forward, and there was the sound of the demon in the sea behind the sea: "Be careful, the monster may already know the purpose of our coming, and the world is not a way to cover up the consciousness. Sneak attack ".

The shark head demon whispered coldly: "Xiaoxiao Dongfu, can also stop me? Antian Daoyou, if you can't come out, I will give you this hill to the ground!"

The words are rolling far away, and there is still no response.

The shark head demon replica no longer said much. When he turned it over, he grabbed a huge iron anchor with ice crystals. Between the waves, the wind tsunami rose together, leaving the power of the world, and rammed it to the mountains in the distance.

Alas!

The landslide cracks!

The hills were smashed like a small stone, fell into the sea, and many of the crushed stone dust from splashing, and also fell in the same hair in the shark head demon.

There is no place to hide this island.

The shark head demon repaired the anchor, waiting for it.

But there is still no one.

for a long time

The shark head demon suddenly touched his slippery head, and the fish eyes blinked. After a good search, it said with a strange tone: "Run away?"

Song Yan felt that he should enter the edge of the Star Domain.

His spiritual awareness was already strong, and now that he had entered the late stage of the Divine Infant, he could spread it out without restraint. Unless he encountered a stronger existence, he would not be discovered.

Suddenly, he saw a deserted island between the blue waves.

On the reef beach at the edge of the deserted island, a man in yellow was leaning against the stone wall with his head raised. It seemed that he had only been dead for a few hours. Perhaps at the next high tide, his body would be swept into the sea and disappear from the world forever.

The male cultivator seemed to be holding something tightly in his hands, and he did not let go until he died.

Song Yan quickly landed and raised his hand to flick it.

The male cultivator's palm loosened, revealing a crystal pendant. The pendant did not have any mysterious energy fluctuations, but there was a small portrait in the center. The girl in the portrait smiled sweetly and had charming eyebrows and eyes.

Song Yan was silent for a while, and understood that it was nothing more than "the cultivator went out for various reasons, died tragically outside, could not return home, and missed his lover before dying."

He shook his head lightly, grabbed the crystal pendant, put it on the male cultivator's neck, and then turned and left.

He wanted to find a low-level cultivator as a backup, because a low level means weak cause and effect, but this cultivator still has a lover, so he thought about it and gave up.

After all, this is very troublesome.

The next day

Song Yan found several bodies of cultivators on an island again.

Those bodies were scattered, some had been dead for a long time, and some seemed to have just died.

He pulled out the soul of the newly dead cultivator, and after some questioning, he understood the whole story.

These cultivators lived in the same gathering place for scattered cultivators. Most of them were in the ninth level of Xuan Lian, and the leader was in the early stage of Jiang Palace. They agreed to go out for training, but they survived the pursuit of sea beasts, but encountered a poisonous insect in the depths of this island, and then they were killed tragically.

Song Yan shook his head again.

These people are all in the same place. If anyone goes back alive, he will be questioned a lot, and then there will be endless cause and effect.

Suddenly, his body paused, his heart moved slightly, and he couldn't help laughing, thinking to himself: 'I have fallen into a misunderstanding. If this is a peaceful and prosperous era, I do need to find an identity.

But now is the dark disaster era. If I am a casual cultivator, I will make up an identity at will and blend into a gathering place of Lianxuan level. Who can recognize me?

Borrowing someone else's identity is just like Yu Chitian, using it temporarily to achieve the goal, no need to go deeper. '

Thinking of this, Song Yan no longer explored the new dead bodies along the way, nor did he look for a suitable identity. Instead, he began to try to understand the terrain and map here.

In the past, in the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, he roughly understood the surrounding landforms.

On the mainland, the ancient clan is in the north, and the mountain and sea monster clan is in the south; in the sea, the sea monster clan is everywhere, and the Xingluo domain is a dense archipelago in the heart of the sea.

There are so many islands, scattered here and there, probably hundreds of thousands of them, including deserted islands, mining islands, spiritual flower and mysterious grass islands, sect islands, monster gathering islands, and so on.

Speaking of which, the ancient clan and the mountain and sea monster clan actually still have unfinished karma with him, as well as treasures that he covets greedily, such as the Tianzun Secret Realm. It is most important to figure out where you are and the return route.

And a large map is indispensable.

This requires finding a market.

The sea monster clan has a level 2 Xiuxuandi market, and Xingluo Domain should have one as well.

This trip, Song Yan plans to look for it.

Of course, he is not alone.

Far away in the territory of the ancient clan, Shiwang Song Yan is still in the mortal kingdom within the Wuxiang ancient clan, pretending to be a casual cultivator, pretending to practice in an ordinary cave around the Wuxiang ancient clan's ancestral vein secret realm.

However, Shiwang Song Yan rarely goes out and does not take the initiative to inquire about the outside intelligence. But if something big happens, he can know it in time.

Although he jumped out of the cage, the cause and effect with the Wuxiang Ancient Clan has not been completely severed. If he wants to be perfect in the late stage of the Divine Infant, he needs to comprehend his own artistic conception.

The artistic conception is based on cause and effect, and there is always a chance to make a break.

However, the active and passive have changed.

A few days later.

A beam of light passed through the air, and Song Yan took out the "Puppet Sect Map" to take a look.

The Puppet Sect was not far ahead.

He restrained his speed, hid his breath, quietly landed on the sea, and then spread his consciousness and quickly scanned the Puppet Sect on the distant island.

As a corpse refining demon sect, the Puppet Sect naturally could not be located on a large island in the Xingluo domain, but was just a remote island. If you want to buy things, you need to leave the island.

Therefore, it was quite convenient for Song Yan to observe.

As a sect, the Puppet Sect should obviously have a sect formation to cover the detection, but for some reason, Song Yan did not feel any obstacles at this time.

He easily saw the sect on the island.

The sect was not big, located on a hill in the center of the island. There were viewing corridors outside, and a mansion-like sect building inside. However, the sect was empty.

The coffins of the corpses in the corpse refining room had disappeared, and none of the disciples that should have been in the sect were there, and there was no basic defense at all.

Looking again, the Xuanyu, Xuanbao, or slightly valuable items in the sect were also gone, as if they had been robbed, but there was no trace of fighting around.

This was more like moving house than robbing, or something else had happened.

Song Yan felt really strange.

He put away his consciousness, and his figure landed in this empty sect, like a ghost, leaving a residual shadow, swaying from east to west.

As he walked, he suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity, and thought to himself: 'Why do I feel like I have lived here before? '

Song Yan stopped and stood on the edge of the cliff, watching the clouds and mist, the sea tide, and suddenly he recalled.

‘Isn’t this the cave structure of my Puppet Sect Paper Man Peak? ’

‘Then’

‘It can’t be such a coincidence? ’

Song Yan suddenly remembered that among the people who may have appeared here more than two hundred years ago and were related to the Puppet Sect, in addition to the Puppet Sect elders, there was another one.

That person took the Puppet Sect inheritance given by him, cultivated to the Jiang Palace Realm in the Nanwu Jianmen, and then went north, took advantage of the chaos to kill the Jin royal family to avenge his clan, and then was hunted by the mountain and sea monsters and disappeared near the East China Sea.

That person was the little princess of Wei State at that time - Cao Yuzhuang.

Song Yan walked into this cave again. When passing a wall, he had a thought and suddenly raised his hand to press it.

Swish.

The mechanism started, the wall opened, revealing a quiet path, connecting to the cultivation cave inside.

Song Yan walked into the cultivation cave.

Inside, there is a stone platform for cultivation, some wall lamps, an empty treasure rack, and

Song Yan's eyes quickly fell on a small shrine on the side wall.

There are two portraits hanging above the shrine

One is a petite female cultivator: her hair is slightly tangled, black hairpins are inserted diagonally, she is petite and exquisite, and quite majestic, wearing a black robe with red edges, and her eyes are cold and deep.

The other is a male cultivator, and the male cultivator looks like him!

On the shrine, the tablets of the ancestors are enshrined.

One is written: The ancestor of our clan, Cao Yuzhuang.

The other is written: The ancestor of our clan, Song Yan's ancestor.

The ash in the incense burner is tightly piled up, emitting a stale smell, obviously no one has worshipped for some time.

Song Yan didn't expect to see his own tablet here.

He thought about it and realized that in Cao Yuzhuang's heart, he had indeed died a long time ago.

Song Yan was silent for a long time, with mixed feelings. He raised his hand and stroked the face of the person in the painting. If he had not fled in a hurry, he might have had to use the ancient teleportation array to go to the north. At that time, he should have gone to the ancient tribe in the north with Miss Yuzhuang, Su Yao, and An Li to develop and fight.

He would not go to Chu State, would not meet Feng Chengzi, would not be involved in the secret realm of the King of Hell, and would not stay on the edge of the bitter sea for a hundred years. After coming out, he was chased by the demon monks, and then he was targeted by the Wuxiang Ancestor who wanted to eat him up.

Life is so difficult. If there were not so many ifs, the young lady in the portrait in front of him should have become one of his wives.

Song Yan took out the spare incense on the shrine, raised his hand and touched it, and the incense was lit.

He inserted the incense burner, watching the incense smoke drifting and the face of the master in the painting. He reached out and touched it gently, stroking the lines blurred by the smoke, and said softly: "You thought I was dead, and before you left, you must have thought you were going to find me underground.

Well, it's fine this way.

I am different now than I was then, and you are different too.

If we really meet, we may not be able to continue our fate.

But now, you have left your best side, the side that misses me the most, and the side that touches my heart the most in my heart forever, so that time will stop at this moment forever, and it will never change again."

With a long sigh, Song Yan suddenly felt something in his heart and looked slightly into the distance.

In the distance, a female cultivator was flying with a banner, coming here. The female cultivator was wearing a black robe with red edges, carrying a black coffin taller than a person. The banner under her feet contained a faint earth and black aura. Song Yan knew at a glance that it was the banner commonly used by the disciples of the Blood Corpse Peak of the Puppet Sect.

Flying sand and rocks, blood corpses killing people, this way is already very primitive for him.

The female cultivator hurriedly landed at the sect gate, and smelled the smell of incense after a little sniff. She didn't know why, but she was startled and crossed her hands, bowed respectfully, and said in a trembling voice: "I don't know which senior is here?"

No one responded.

The female cultivator said anxiously: "The sect leader sister has taken all the blood corpses to the auction on Tianli Island. No matter where you got the information from, if you want blood corpses, you might as well go to Tianli Island to have a look. The auction will be held in a month.

Oh, right. The sect leader sister is with Mr. Lin of Baiqiao Sect. After this, the sect leader sister will not come back, but will go to Baiqiao Sect with Mr. Lin."

She said hurriedly and bowed repeatedly, obviously very scared.

But for a long time, she didn't wait for any movement, so she stood up again, walked into the sect gate carefully, and then entered the practice room.

In the room, the incense had burned more than half, but the person was gone.

Song Yan stood quietly in the distance.

The performance of this female cultivator had already made him roughly understand the current situation of the Puppet Sect.

The catastrophe of heaven and earth, the Puppet Sect may have lost its protection in the struggle for interests, and there was a late-stage purple mansion blood corpse in its sect, so it was coveted by others. The original Yu Chitian was also one of the many potential coveters.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

So, the descendants of the young lady Yuzhuang simply went all out and auctioned the blood corpse at the auction, and then joined the Baiqiao Sect and lived under someone else's roof.

As for this female cultivator, she thought he was an evil cultivator who wanted to kill people and steal treasures, so she was so afraid, and explained the whole story and brought up the Baiqiao Sect as a backer.

As for the Baiqiao Sect, Song Yan had vaguely heard on the way here. It should be a large sect in the Xingluo domain. There was a late-stage Shenying sitting in the sect, which was considered very impressive.

Song Yan broke through the later period of the god of the gods, so he understood how horrible the gods will be "sitting in the town" in the later period. Long -term sitting means that the fit with the world is increasing day by day. If others have reached the boundary of his place, even if the strength is better, it will not be able to win. Just because the world has been integrated by him and controlled by him. As soon as he thought, he can seize the power of the heaven and earth you can use. This is terrible.

Ning Xinzu, after all, is also a tender old fairy.

You are also sweet, and Lang Qing is deep, but you are also very real.

But is the ancestor wrong?

She is right.

She did this for the sake of no ancient people.

相反，她若是偏向自己，而做出背叛始祖之事，那才离谱。

‘甜醴岛么？去看看吧’

宋延心头既定，便稍稍站远了，开始等待。

A few days later, this ancestor was really a monk who exudes evil spirits.

The left -behind female practiced begging for a long time, and the Daoming Yuan Committee, and then took those evil cultivation towards Sweet Island.

Song Yan turned the breath and followed the past.

A few days later.

Sweet Island.

The island is half -moon -shaped, and there are a lot of spirit fish in the waters surrounded. This is a "resource island" under Bai Qiaozong. Because of the sale of spirit fish, it is also a "trading island". It became a local city of Zongmen.

The island supports the use of objects, and can also be purchased with Xuanyu and Bai Qiaozong's contribution points.

"Contributions to buying" can be described as Bai Qiaozong's advantage, because how much the contribution point of the issuance is exactly the final say.

The procedures for entering the island are not cumbersome. Song Yan simply entered the island after the surrounding scattered repair.

With some strolls, even though there are a lot of Dan Yao Xuanbao spells, there is nothing to see.

As for the map, there are only some popular waters in the surrounding area, islands, and farther away.

The area of ​​Xuanyu is extremely large, especially in the sea. If there is no map, it is normal to get lost.

Song Yan paid some Xuanyu as a guarantee, in exchange for a auction ticket, and quietly waited for the beginning of the auction.

The next day

Noon.

The auction will open.

The host was introduced with a loud voice, while the monks in the uniform of Bai Qiaozong's disciples were holding them with auction.

Although these auctions are rare, Song Yan only watched yawn.

In the fifth round, he sniffed his nose, and a faint bloody smell came from a distance.

Some of the evil repair of the admission also shined in their eyes.

On the stage, the host said: "The items to be auctioned below are quite special.

After that, he slowly let it open and laughed: "This item is quite special, so please let him talk about Cao Yunfei himself."

The words fell, and a female practitioner came out of the rear.

The woman named Cao Yunfei was small and clever. Although her eyes were gloomy, there were some exhaustion and rapids hidden in the face. On the stage.

Cao Yunfei swept away with a vigilant look, and said with a whisper: "Dear friends, if you have heard of my name, I know that I am good at practicing the corpse."

Before finishing, the venue was screaming directly: "Just ask you, the Zhenzong blood corpse in the later period of Zifu, can it be in these three coffins?"

Cao Yunfei looked unchanged. He said: "The information of your knowledge is outdated. The blood corpse of our town has experienced a war in front of the blood corpse, and it has been damaged. Now it has fallen into the early days of Zifu, and it is also among them today."

"In the early days of Zifu? Who did you lie to?" The evil Xiu snorted.

Cao Yunfei didn't say much. He raised his hands, and the three coffin opened.

In the crunchy sound, in the early days of the two palaces, the atmosphere of the early Purple Mansion instantly spread.

Song Yan was watching the old god on the ground, but at this time, the pupil was slightly shrinking, because the coffin that exudes the early breath of Zifu was not Zhang Han, but a female corpse, and the corpse was Cao Yu makeup.

His eyes were closed, his cheeks were pale, like a ceramic doll, and his carcass was covered with a blood red silk robe, and there was a bloody sword entangled behind him.

Cao Yunfei looked at the blood corpse, showing a little obscure in his eyes, but he immediately became indifferent.

Sitting down a black robe old man suddenly said: "This blood corpse is good, at least it can be, it should be a good female practitioner during his lifetime. However Raise, temporarily promoted to the early days of Zifu?

Cao Yunfei looked at the old man, and realized that he was the famous big demon "cold blood and old demon" Hong Qingmian, the world's waters, and his realm had entered the late stage of Zifu, and the attack method was particularly strange. It has an additional increase.

Her pupils were slightly shrinking, and they were respectful and respectful: "I have seen the predecessors of Hong

Hong Qing died: "I know the old man, and I know why the old man comes. The old man in the later period of your Zifu is required."

Cao Yunfei gritted his teeth.

At this time, Hong Qing widowed a purple robe boy on the side of the ceramic doll -like corpse, and his eyes were lustful, and then closer to the former.

Hong Qing's funeral face was spoiled.

The two said a few words.

Hong Qing wiped up and pointed at Cao Yu's makeup corpse: "This corpse, my grandchildren looked at it. So, the corpse of Zong Zifu, the Zong Zizong, opened a price with this corpse, and the old man was together."

Cao Yunfei was silent.

Hong Qing's mourning breath exuded.

Cao Yunfei endured the fear and looked at the other side.

In that place, a handsome teenager came down from the high platform. The teenager said slightly to Hong Qing's mourning: "Hong Lao, I am Baiqiao Zonglin Ring, and his father is the second elder of Bai Qiaozong. Mo. Mo. "

这自称林环的少年忽的感到一股强烈的压迫感，牙齿不由“得得得”地打颤，话竟都说不下去了。

而此时，高空一道气息笼罩而来。

林环这才舒服了些。

他仰起头，看向高台上的白袍人，欣喜道：“三叔。”

The white robe man just said faintly: "Sales stores, you have not allowed Mr. Hong to talk about business? I have a masterpiece such as Bai Qiaozong, such as blood corpses.

洪青丧哈哈笑着一拱手道：“还是林三先生明事理！”

林环微一犹豫，忽的看向曹云菲道：“云菲，你既想与我一道，不若干脆将血尸都拿出来，卖给洪老好了。”

Cao Yunfei only felt dizzy and looked at his Taoist couple in unbelievable.

Song Yanrao watched this scene interested.

He observed meticulously and saw something deeper between these people's eyebrows.

Then what Mr. Lin San was obviously funeral with Hong Qing, and Lin Huan thought that he had already been said. At this time, he did a drama, just to help Hong Qing get the blood corpse of Zifu.

Song Yanwei thought about it, suddenly the thoughts flew out, and fell silently in Cao Yunfei's eyebrows, and then said directly: "Baby, don't want to speak."

Cao Yunfei was stunned. Although her realm was only in the late Palace, she knew such a means. She could release this idea silently without being noticed by the masters on the court. It may even enter the baby.

She tried to respond in her mind and said, "Senior. Please say."

Song Yan said: "I said, you answer."

"yes."

"First, who practiced this female blood corpse."

Cao Yunfei was stunned and was thinking, and Song Yan had already knew the answer.

He thought of entering this small family who did not enter Zifu. As long as he asked the other party's memories of the matter, he could naturally glimpse the truth, and he did not need the other party to answer at all.

He thought it was "Magic Monter Tradition, Cao Yunfei refined Master", or "Cao Yunfei used the strength of the door to enhance the door, so after Cao Yu's dying

The blood corpse of the jade makeup lady was made by her own, and even in order to enhance the power of death, she was still preparing when she was born.

He read a scene memory from Cao Yunfei.

He saw that Cao Yunfei, who was still a girl, cried and kneeled in front of the jade makeup little lady. She asked her not to take those drugs, but the jade makeup lady strictly said: "My door is both a Sect and good at the corpse. Waste any masters' corpses, including me, including you.

Cao Yunfei cried: "If Song Zu is here, he will not want you like this."

The jade makeup little lady was silent, and said, "You Song Zu master was amazed, and he would definitely agree with me if he was cruel."

Cao Yunfei did not know that she had been spying on her memory and was trying to organize language, because she didn't know who the senior who suddenly passed on, so she didn't dare to speak deeply.

Song Yan directly asked the second question: "What kind of person are you Song Zu?"

Cao Yunfei was stunned.

Song Yan has once again seen the memories that flashed in her mind.

The jade makeup little lady stuck in Dongfu, grinded ink, and painted him with affectionately on the paper.

Or the little girl's Cao Yunfei asked, "Master, who is this?"

Jade makeup Lady said: "Another ancestor of you, his surname is Song, named Yan Yan. He taught me a lot of things.

At first I didn't understand him, but when I was revenge, I was chased by the demon, and then after I came to this East China Sea to flee, I knew he was right. "

Cao Yunfei asked, "What about Song ancestor?"

The jade makeup lady said: "He, go far and far away. But one day, Master will go to him, and when he finds him, Master can always be with him."

She looked gentle, the candle tears crackled, and the jade makeup was raised in the painting place of the teenager's pupils in the painting place, and then looked at it for a long time.

Cao Yunfei smiled, and said, "Ashamed, Master is not ashamed!"

At that time, Cao Yunfei obviously didn't know what the jade makeup lady said, "Going far, far away means death."

For a while, Song Yan's thoughts were suddenly far away, and it was still at the Paper Peak hundreds of years ago.

He asked the third question again: "What do you want?"

Without waiting to answer, he has got the answer: the disaster of heaven and earth, the disaster has arrived, Cao Yunfei wants to exchange the opportunity to get a mystery in order to break through Zifu, so as to protect the Zongzong.

Because of this, she took out her master's blood corpse as a fake chapter Han, and one to shift the attention of the puppet, and the other was to take auction for the opportunity. Zhang Han's blood corpses are more powerful, and it is more important for the rise of Puppet Zong.

The revitalization of the Sect and protecting the Zongzong is also the wish of Cao Yu makeup.

Everything was clear.

Suddenly, he heard Lin Huan still nagging Cao Yunfei, and frowned as he saw the purple-robed youth staring at the Blood Corpse Jade Makeup with lustful eyes, and Hong Qingsang's bad look.

All this brought him back to reality.

The next moment.

A terrifying and heavy breath of the divine infant directly enveloped this place. Song Yan slowly stood up, took out a piece of black and yellow material the size of a pigeon egg and handed it to Cao Yunfei. Then he raised his hand and closed the coffin lid of the Blood Corpse Jade Makeup, and then took it from the air.

In an instant, the auction was silent.

In another moment, Mr. Lin San, who was watching from a high place, bowed down and said respectfully: "Hello, senior."

Hong Qingsang was stunned, and hurriedly hunched over and said: "Hello, senior."

Song Yan said lightly: "That piece of Xuanhuang material is enough for her to sit in Xuanxin for a hundred years, right?"

Mr. Lin San looked at the golden material the size of a pigeon egg in shock, carefully identified it, and then nodded ecstatically, saying: "Yes! Yes!! Of course!!!"

Song Yan said: "In this case, then it's a deal. I have left a thought in her mind. If she dies, I can see it."

After that, he looked at Mr. Lin San and smiled lightly: "Little guy, you don't want to cause trouble and bring strong enemies to the sect, right? Don't force me to wash this place with blood."

Mr. Lin San felt this terrifying aura.

Even the ancestors of the sect are far inferior to this aura.

And being able to take out the Xuanhuang material at will, this mysterious strong man has reached an unknown level of terror.

He nodded hurriedly.

Song Yan put his hands behind his back, flew into the air, and left directly. No one dared to stop him.

Cao Yunfei was already stunned, but the next moment she was extremely happy because she knew that she had gotten what she wanted in excess.

She shouted happily in her mind: "Senior, do you know Master?"

But there was no answer.

She continued to speak, but there was still no response.