Chapter 552

Yang gongfeng's face was constantly changing. He thought it was just a matter of hand to deal with the last remaining monk in the realm of transforming God. Who knows that the old man with blue robes and silver hair did not play cards according to the normal routine. He chose to expose himself and had no desire to live.

In normal times, no matter how amazing the monk of Huashen realm is, Yang gongfeng doesn't pay much attention to him. However, facing the old man with blue robe and silver hair who wants to expose his original spirit, he feels a little tricky. Even if he can't kill the old man with blue robe and silver hair in a short time, he can give him a chance to expose his original spirit.

Like Su Gong, the white skirt woman, he usually uses what the Qin family gives him. Now he has to work hard. Naturally, he wants to show his strength in front of Qin Qing. Only when his strength is stronger, the Qin family will pay more attention to them, so that they will get more and more cultivation resources.

"Whoosh..."

Just when Yang Gong Feng was still worried, a slight wind burst out, and a small gray light with a dim halo flew directly to the blue robed old man with silver hair.

If you look at it carefully, you will find that the tiny gray light actually comes from a long gray needle as long as a thumb, which is thrown out from the hand of Su Gong, a white skirt woman.

The gray flying needle stabbed the old man with blue robes and silver hair. The first thing to bear the brunt is his ethereal black spirit. A small dull sound comes from the old man with blue robes and silver hair.

Then I saw the old man with blue robe and silver hair. His face was stiff, and then his whole body trembled. There was a color of pain in his eyes. The mighty spirit just now turned dim, as if he had been badly hurt. And as time went on, the vitality of the old man with blue robes and silver hair was still in constant decline.

"Ah, ah What the hell is this? "

Under the sudden pain, the old man with blue robe and silver hair seems to feel that his soul is going to be torn. You should know that the spirit sect skill he has practiced has reached the level of perfection. His soul is not weaker than those ordinary monks who have just broken through the realm of the spirit sea. If he says that his body has suffered heavy damage, the old man with blue robe and silver hair can understand, but the soul The astonishing injury brought by his soul was quite puzzling to him.

The voice of the old man with blue robes and silver hair changed his tune and his throat was hoarse. He knew he couldn't live, so he chose to expose his spirit in despair. However, he didn't know that he could not expose himself to the spirit, but now he has to bear such pain.

"This is the soul breaking needle."

I don't know whether it's for the sake of seeing the old man with blue robes and silver hair dying, or for some other reason. Su Gong, a white skirt woman who doesn't like to talk nonsense much, answers patiently when she hears the hysterical inquiry of the old man with blue robes and silver hair.

This broken soul needle is not a magic weapon, but a treasure. Unlike other treasures, this soul breaking needle is not a disposable item and can be used for a long time. As for other treasures, most of them are disposable consumables.

This soul breaking needle is made of a kind of material that is relatively cold and poisonous, and is refined with some poisons. It does not make much contribution to the body, but it specifically damages other people's souls. The stronger the soul is, the greater the damage will be. Moreover, the soul breaking needle has also been tempered by the fire of Ziyuan, a white skirt woman, though it is not as good as her own This is an important magic weapon. It takes a long time to refine. After being tempered, it has great power.

Maybe the old man with blue robes and silver hair couldn't bear the pain, so subconsciously, he took back his spirit directly. But even in this way, his spirit was weak and hurt a lot.

As a monk, especially a monk who changes the realm of God, he must be able to bear more pain than most people. The old man with blue robes and silver hair is so disrespectful, which shows how much pain he has suffered.

As the spirit of the old man with blue robes and silver hair took back, the strong and strong cold force began to dissipate. Yang Gong Feng saw the scene, and his mind moved. The flying sword in his hand was shining brilliantly, and the sword spirit was directly emerging all over the sky.

"Boom."

The old man with blue robe and silver hair was immediately killed by the sword Qi. The old man with blue robe and silver hair, who had already lost his breath, was not able to resist at all. His body was directly exposed to the sword Qi.

His wounds were dripping with blood. Even in this case, the body of the old man with blue robes and silver hair was not chopped to pieces. It can be seen that his strength is much stronger than other elders. However, even in this way, he can not avoid the result of his falling. The bloody body directly falls on the ground, and there is a little vitality from head to foot, even the God of heavy damage is also there Yang Gong was killed by his fierce sword.

Yang Gong Feng is different from other monks. He practices many kinds of skills and methods. He goes all the way to the realm of Linghai. He only has a special love for kendo. He puts all his mind on the sword resolution and studies it with all his heart. Therefore, his sword spirit is more powerful than ordinary people.

Seeing the death of the last elder of the yinlingzong, everyone was silent. No one took the lead to break the peace. I'm afraid they fell into a short period of peace. In the woods beside the village, the noise of insects and birds was restored. If it wasn't for the corpse foam left by several people, maybe everything would have happened.Under the fighting between the two worshippers of the Qin family, the three monks were killed in a net within half a column of incense. As for elder Wu, he was killed by Yuan Jing.

After su Gong, a white skirt woman, quietly takes back her broken soul needle, she and Yang Gong return to Qin Qing's side, as if other things have nothing to do with them.

"The spoils of the evil spirit sect will belong to whoever kills them. Elder Wu's share is yours, right?"

Qin Qing collected the magic weapons and storage rings scattered on the ground by the old man with blue robes and silver hair, the big ugly man and the charming woman. Then he turned to Yuan Jing and asked in a low voice. Although the Qin family had a large fortune, their spiritual wealth could not be underestimated, so they were naturally collected.

Yuan Jing nodded and did not say anything. Even if Qin Qing had taken all of them, he would not have any opinions. Even if Qin Qing didn't come today, what would happen to her? Even if she didn't die, she would have to take off a layer of skin. The most important thing is that she was not interested in the magic weapon at all As a disciple of Dongyue Jianchi, she has more resources than ordinary people.

When Zhao Jiuge heard Qin Qing's words, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. They had already shared the spoils there. They killed Liu Jing'an and got the cold flame flower and some other items. It belongs to him or to Qin Qing. Although Qin Qing said earlier that whoever killed, the things belong to him, but the cold flame flower is too important for him, and he doesn't want to have some mistakes.

As if to see Zhao Jiuge's expression and guess Zhao Jiuge's careful thinking, Qin Qing said with good humour and laughter, "Liu Jingan's share is yours, no one will rob you."

At this time, the two Qin family could not help but look at Zhao Jiuge in a different way. We should know that Qin Qing seldom treated people so politely. Even those highly cultivated monks were at most amused. They were puzzled why Qin Qing treated a small spiritual monk so specially.

Zhao Jiuge is happy to smile, like a child got a favorite toy.

With the extinction of the yinlingzong several guys, the present several people also become relaxed and relaxed, only Yuan Jing's face is a little heavy.

"Yinlingzong's branch in Leizhou. Have you sent someone to exterminate it? If not, we will send someone to the sword pool of Dongyue."

Seeing the miserable scene of the whole village turning into a corpse, Yuan Jing had an indescribable taste in her heart. For these evil cults who only cared about her own selfish desires, she hated them to death. She had to kill them completely and eliminate their roots.

Hearing this, Qin Qing's face was also a little ugly. Although there was not much to do with the tragic death of so many innocent people, this is Leizhou, the territory of these forces. They felt deeply remorse for letting these evil cults do such things as slaughtering villages.

"Don't worry. I've sent two linghaijing worshippers and a team of Qin family law enforcement teams to the yinlingzong. Before tomorrow, I'll let all the yinlingzong disciples in Leizhou not stay."

Qin Qing's charming face is cold. She is no exception to this evil cultivation that everyone hates. As a monk, her strength is superior to the common people, but relying on her own cultivation, she regards human life as grass root, which is shamed by people in the right way.

Just as Qin Qing's voice dropped, the faces of Yang Gong and Su Gong, a woman in a blue shirt, suddenly changed, because they suddenly felt a strong breath coming towards here. At first, only the two of them felt it. Soon, even Qin Qing and Yuan Jing also felt it. The four looked at the source of the breath, as for Pei Su Su and Zhao Jiuge were too weak to notice anything.

Before long, a bright light appeared in people's eyes. When we got closer, we found that it was the light from a flying sword, which looked ordinary. However, the speed was extremely fast. The rippling of the space could be clearly seen on both sides of the flying sword.

The four people have a dignified look. Feeling the momentum at such a distance can make them feel oppressed, as if they can't breathe. In their hearts, they secretly speculate, is there such a strong one in Leizhou?

The rainbow like aura kept coming towards them, getting closer and closer. At this time, Xian Zhao Jiuge and Pei Su Su naturally found such a big movement. From a distance, you can see the ordinary looking flying sword with two figures on it.

"Young girl, you think too simply about the yinlingzong. If I hadn't done something just now, I'm afraid that not only would those yinlingzong guys escape, but also the two worshippers of Qin family and the team of people will die there."

Before the person arrived, the voice had already come. When the voice dropped, the light had already appeared in front of the people. When the two figures showed up, the aura also slowly dissipated.

two figure is as like as two peas and a little, the same clothes, even the appearance of the wine gourd on the waist is the same, but the size is slightly different.

Among them, the middle-aged man's breath is elegant, his hands are behind his back, with a free and easy color. At the moment, a pair of eyes looked at Zhao Jiuge like a smile. The child next to him is a little immature. Seeing these two people, Zhao Jiuge can't help but be stunned. This is not Wang Baojun and his precious apprentice.However, seeing these two people, the most surprised is not him, but Yuan Jing. Yuan Jing walks forward and respectfully shouts.

"Uncle, why are you here?"

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