The sloppy Taoist priest, with a bright sword as bright as a flower, killed a high priest again with one sword. The original seven high priests are now only four, and they can't resist the sloppy Taoist priest at all.

Yan Feng's sword light had already fallen onto the blood pool, but it dissipated the moment it touched the blood pool.

A figure slowly stood up from the pool of blood, and the purple skirt flew gracefully, stretching behind him, with a thin mist and a little purple cinnabar between his eyebrows.

It was just that eyes told Yan Feng that this was no longer his sister, but the skeleton spirit master.

Yan Yuyan slowly walked out of the blood pool, lotus grew under her feet, dancing step by step like light, looking at Yan Feng with a smile, watching all this, then raised her head and took a deep breath, as if she was enjoying this new spiritual body.

Looking at Yan Yuyan at this moment, the sword in Yan Feng's hand kept trembling. It was caused by the anger in the sword main body. Looking at Yan Yuyan standing in front of the blood pool, Yan Feng's heart suddenly burned Jiuxuantian.

"She is your sister?" Yan Yuyan's light laughter echoed, which was particularly nice. This laughter originally belonged to the real Yan Yuyan!

The fingers raised slightly and pointed at Yan Feng. At the fingertips, a seven-color force penetrated in an instant and fell on Yan Feng's body in an instant. The seemingly ordinary force actually rolled up the strong wind. Yan Feng's body flew backwards under this force and fell directly on the bronze gate.

The heavy bronze gate was smashed directly, and the sloppy Taoist priest slashed down with a sword, killing only two of the remaining four high priests.

His figure changed, he came to the place where the door of the collapse, came to Yan Feng, stood with a sword, his eyes were tightly condensed, and he looked at Yan Yuyan cautiously.

"Boy, this skeleton has collected all its bodies for ten generations, and its cultivation has exceeded the nine palaces. I am no match for it. However, the spiritual body has just entered the control of the body and its cultivation is not stable. The soul of the person you want to save still exists in the body. Now there is only one way, listen to me."

The voice of the sloppy Taoist priest fell in Yan Feng's heart. With a sword, Yan Feng stood up from the ground. The ancient martial arts golden armor, black cloak, and blood on his forehead slid down the corners of his eyes to his cheeks, and walked step by step to the sloppy Taoist priest.

"No matter what I give, I'm willing!"

Yan Feng grabbed the hilt of the sword, and the Asura fire on his body turned into a flame dragon and circled again. The sloppy Taoist's eyes were condensed, his mouth moved slightly, and all his words fell into Yan Feng's ears.

Yan Feng frowned suddenly, his eyes were shocked, and he turned his head to look at the sloppy Taoist priest: "Senior, don't!"

"You and I have made an agreement before." The sloppy Taoist priest turned his head and looked at Yan Feng, with a free and easy face full of vicissitudes.

"You little Taoist priest, you are really deadly. You haven't killed you for decades, and you are getting more and more excited." Yan Yuyan's voice came out, and his voice was soft, but it felt different when it fell into Yan Feng's ears.

"That Tao will be settled with you today, how about it?" As soon as the words were played, the figure of the sloppy Taoist disappeared in an instant, and appeared again before Yan Yuyan, with the sword light shining like a galaxy in the sky.

"Hmph, do you think I am the same as before?" Yan Yuyan's eyes showed disdain and raised her hand, but her eyebrows were frowned at this moment, and her cultivation in her body was slightly shocked, and Yan Yuyan's own spirit was struggling.

"It's now!" Yan Feng's figure also moved.

The Jue Emperor Sword soared into the sky, and each of the nine virtual swords turned into dozens of feet in size, instantly appeared from the sky above the nine directions and fell towards Yan Yuyan!

The sword is at its peak!

Nine swords fell together, and dust rose up in the sky!

When the dust dissipated, it was surprising that the sloppy Taoist priest's sword was not on Yan Yuyan's body, but on his chest.

It was a messy and long face, but there was a smile on its face covered with stubbornness.

"You...what are you doing!"

Yan Yuyan was shocked at this moment, looking at the sloppy Taoist priest who was so close to her.

"Do you really think I've done nothing over the years?" In the chest of the sloppy Taoist priest, blood flowed down from the sword and fell to the ground. It turned out to be a three-meter circle, and every stroke outlined complicated runes and blood flames, rising from it, rising violently.

A force from Yue Jiugong came from this blood formation.

Feeling the power of the blood flame, Yan Yuyan's face showed panic for the first time, but she quickly calmed down.

"Do you think this will work? I already have a permanent body!"

The blood from the corner of the sloppy Taoist priest's mouth had already flowed down, and he raised slightly: "If there is no perfect solution, will I fight with my life?"

In his left hand, a purple token appeared, and the word "Purple" on it seemed like a divine power. As soon as the token appeared, purple thunder roared in the entire underground palace.

"Ziwei Tianlei Order!" When the sloppy Taoist priest took out this token, Yan Yuyan was completely shocked.

"How could you have such a magical object!"

"No...no!"

Yan Yuyan's face showed a look of fear, and the seven-colored power was vented on the sloppy Taoist priest, but no matter what, no matter how many injuries were, the sloppy Taoist priest remained motionless, allowing Yan Yuyan to hurt himself, and the purple token in his hand was about to press against Yan Yuyan.

But at this moment, Yan Yuyan's face changed, and what appeared was another face, the face of the ninth statue.

Even the sound changes.

"Peiyuan, do you want to kill me..." There were tears in your eyes and a look of pitifulness on your face.

The sloppy Taoist priest suddenly shook his body, and the hand holding the Sky Thunder Order was slightly stunned. But in this moment, Yan Yuyan rushed out of the blood flame with serious injuries. The blood flame roared, but it did not block it. Although blood flowed out of the corner of her mouth, it still rushed out of the blood flame.

Blood sprayed out, Yan Yuyan was seriously injured!

But in an instant, the sloppy Taoist priest reacted. The sky thunder order in his hand suddenly squeezed it and exploded in an instant. Countless purple thunders appeared in this space. The endless purple thunder fell on Yan Yuyan in an instant, and the shrill screams would be heard.

This sound was not from Yan Yuyan, nor from the ninth face, but another extremely gloomy voice, which was the real voice of the Spirit Lord.

After crushing the thunder order, the sloppy Taoist priest had lost his breath, his body was covered in blood, but the corners of his mouth were smiling, kneeling on the ground, his whole body was covered in blood, and the breath was left with the last trace.

The purple thunder lasted for nearly ten breaths. After the thunder disappeared, Yan Yuyan lay on the ground and looked unchanged. This thunder hurt the real spiritual master in her body!

Her eyes were still bright, but her breath was extremely depressed. Even an ordinary Taoist priest could shake her soul away at this moment!

The laughter echoed in this underground palace: "So what about the Heavenly Thunder Order...I...!"

Before he finished speaking, a golden sword pointed at it.

At this moment, Yan Feng alone is enough to kill her!

"You want to kill me?"

The Spirit Lord looked up at Yan Feng, his eyes full of disdain: "If you kill me, she will die too!"

"You still want to kill me?" A smile rose at the corner of Yan Yuyan's mouth.

But at this moment, Yan Yuyan's face had a complex expression change. Suddenly, a tenderness emerged in her eyes. The Tianlei Order and the blood flames made the body of the spirit master too severe. Yan Yuyan's own spirit took the opportunity to briefly snatch the body with the spirit master.

"Brother...kill me!"

His eyes were staring at Yan Feng tightly, with a pleading look in his eyes, but he returned to the Spirit Lord in an instant: "Kill, kill me!" The laughter was rampant and rang out from Yan Yuyan's mouth.

Yan Feng's sword trembled slightly. Looking at the woman in front of him, his heart was trembling!
Chapter completed!