Ning Chuan did a better job than ordinary cultivators, but with a song of soul suppression, even if Ning Chuan's divine sense was strong, he couldn't resist the seemingly weak but actually fierce attack of the woman in white.

Ning Chuan, who was lying on the ground, moaned unconsciously, but his sea of consciousness was very unstable, as if it might collapse at any time, if it weren't for Ning Chuan's original divine sense, which was very strong, I'm afraid that Ning Chuan would have become a waste person by now.

The woman in white looked at Ning Chuan coldly like this, originally thinking that Ning Chuan would die like this, but as time passed, Ning Chuan's moaning gradually subsided, and even his cloudy eyes gradually became a little clearer.

"How is that possible? Couldn't that shatter his senses?"

With a frowning brow, the woman in white was shocked, and secretly marveled in her heart.

According to her understanding of her own cultivation, Ning Chuan couldn't bear the song just now, but ...... The person in front of him is clearly getting better.

"Huhuhu......"

After a long time, Ning Chuan regained some consciousness, and also heard the call of Feng Chuangu and the others, and after shaking his head slightly, he took a big breath, letting the fresh air enter his chest, making him more sober.

Indeed, just now he thought he was going to die, that feeling was too real, but then for some reason, as the turmoil in his sea gradually subsided, he gradually recovered, and he was not attacked in the slightest.

"Uncle Feng, I'm fine!"

After about four or five breaths, Ning Chuan was completely awake, and he held Feng Chuangu's hand, only to find that Feng Chuangu's hand was already full of calluses.

This man, who used to be the head of the family, after coming out of Liuyun City, slept in the open and had no fixed place, and he also suffered a lot in order to save the wind and snow clothes!

"It's okay!

After hearing Ning Chuan's voice, Feng Chuangu felt a little relieved, and the others were also relieved, but they were still a little worried about Ning Chuan, after all, the strange woman in white in front of him was not so easy to solve.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Ning Chuan slowly stood up, and in a short period of time, he had calmed down.

"This kind of attack, this is indeed the first time I've seen it, a Divine Sense cultivator, it's really powerful!"

Ning Chuan said softly, but in his eyes, he was a little more calm.

In the past, he had always been curious, the attack method of the Divine Consciousness cultivator, but now that he saw it, it was indeed an eye-opener for him, and I have to say that this kind of attack is indeed terrifying, and it can kill people invisibly in the movement, and ordinary cultivators really have no choice.

But Ning Chuan is different, his divine consciousness suffered the injury of the Great Dao at the beginning, and later Ning Chuan did not hesitate to enter the forbidden land and almost died in it, so as to repair the wounds in his divine consciousness.

The requiem of the woman in white just now almost shattered Ning Chuan's divine sense, but it still made Ning Chuan bear it, and it was thought to be related to this.

The woman in white couldn't help but feel a little cautious and jealous when she saw that Ning Chuan was indeed like nothing to do, but as a disciple of the Qin Demon, she was a little confident, after all, the Divine Sense cultivator was unpredictable, and it didn't come out by blowing.

"Since you know how powerful I am, then you'd better give your life obediently, otherwise, I'm afraid that you people will die here!"

The white veil on the woman in white fluttered in the wind, but what he said made people feel cold in their hearts.

The people here are indeed strong enough, but no matter how strong they are, it is useless, I am afraid that before they get close to the woman in white, their divine consciousness will collapse.

Twisting his neck, Ning Chuan's eyes narrowed slightly: "In this land, there are indeed many people who want my life, but do you see, have any of them succeeded?"

If Ning Chuan didn't have a little confidence, he would never talk nonsense with the woman in white here, the reason why he was still standing here was because he had enough confidence, and he wanted to know what kind of sacredness was to be able to invite out an old monster like the Qin Demon that had been hidden for countless years.

However, the woman in white didn't eat Ning Chuan's set at all, and still insisted that the Divine Sense cultivator was different from ordinary cultivators, and she would definitely be able to take down the young man in front of her.

"In that case, let you see the power of the Divine Sense Cultivator!"

With a scolding, the sound of the pipa rose again, and the breath between heaven and earth instantly became solemn, although it had not officially entered the song, but at this time, the sound of the big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate had released the slightest murderous aura.

"Uncle Feng, you go back first, here, let me solve it!"

Turning his head, Ning Chuan's eyes flashed with a hint of essence, that was the confidence that Ning Chuan inadvertently showed at ordinary times, Feng Chuangu originally wanted to say a few words, but after seeing Ning Chuan like this, after thinking about it, he still didn't say anything!

Ning Chuan's temperament, he is clear, he shows this appearance, it shows that he is really confident, not pretending.

However, Ling Shaohui, after seeing the woman in white once, was worried that something would happen to Ning Chuan, so he looked at Ning Chuan with anxiety and prayed for him in his heart.

And in the Sin City, there were already a lot of cultivators gathered, they did not step out of the Sin City, but watched inside, at this time, they were talking about the woman in white in the air.

The song is not finished, and the people are not dispersed.

When Ning Chuan stepped out, the clouds and mist in mid-air became gathered, and soon, a hideous-looking demon formed in mid-air, he held a battle axe in his hand, his eyes showed a fierce light, vivid, and even the breath on his body was as realistic as an evil demon.

"Oh, what's the way?"

The battle song urged the clouds, this was the first time Ning Chuan had seen this thing, and he was a little curious in his heart, so he couldn't help but stop and carefully look at the scene in mid-air.

The woman in white gave Ning Chuan a face this time, sneered, seemed to be very proud of her masterpiece, and said slowly: "This song, called Requiem Song, starts with a song, ten thousand souls are born, all beings are destroyed, and the clouds in the air are transformed by yin souls, which are to purify all living beings in this world!"

As if to confirm the words of the woman in white, as soon as her voice fell, a gust of yin wind sounded around her, blowing a burst of shade in people's hearts, Rao is a determined cultivator like Ning Chuan also felt a chill behind him.

This practice...... Is it a demonic cultivator?

As the voice of the woman in white fell, the Requiem gradually became high, and the music urged the clouds in mid-air to counter the clouds, and the yin soul actually let out a terrible scream, and the powerful murderous aura instantly rippled.

The ghost wandering between heaven and earth was full of dissatisfaction with the world, and Ning Chuan could clearly feel all kinds of negative emotions from this voice.

"Roar!"

With an angry roar, the yin soul in mid-air seemed to be alive, his eyes flashed with two red lights, very violent, waving the battle axe in his hand, his eyes were only Ning Chuan, and he slashed straight towards Ning Chuan's head.

The terrifying thing is that the axe of this yin soul seems to be very ordinary and rough, but what Ning Chuan saw was not like this.

Among this axe, there are forty or fifty attacks, each of which is an existence that should not be underestimated, and Ning Chuan also has a feeling that the attack that falls from this axe is not only a single attack, that feeling is like a combination of martial arts of countless people.

However, at this time, Ning Chuan had no extra time to think about these profound questions, and there was only one problem in front of him, that is, to defeat the woman in white who was playing a requiem in the distance, and learn from her mouth who wanted to kill him!

With a chill in his heart, a trace of coldness flashed in Ning Chuan's eyes, and the heaven-breaking technique worked to the extreme, and the whole person was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, rising to the sky and facing the Yin Soul Battle Axe.

Let you change in a thousand ways, I will only smash your tomahawk with one punch!

This is what Ning Chuan thought at this time, he did the same, after shouting, he suddenly made a move, his fist was shining with golden light, and he blasted out with a punch!

The gray-black battle axe collided with Ning Chuan's fist, but it made a dull sound, and where the two intersected, a little spark could still be seen flying.

There was a burst of soreness in his fist, Ning Chuan was stunned, and hurriedly retreated, looking at the yin ghost in front of him in disbelief.

Originally, he thought that no matter how realistic this tomahawk was, it was just the gathering of Yuan Force and the transformation of clouds, and there would never be such a collision feeling, but at that moment just now, he seemed to have really hit the hard metal!

However, the woman in white would not give Ning Chuan a chance to breathe, and as soon as the sound of the pipa turned, a yellow power came out of the pipa, and was sucked in by the cloud.

"Assert ......"

A ghostly voice came from the mouth of the Yin Spirit, and as it absorbed the yellow power into its body, Yin Yun's wife swelled again, and outside its body, yellow lines were born, which looked very complicated.

Again, these lines give a sense of mystery and make the clouds look more like a real beast.

"Brush!"

With a turn of his eyes, the red eyes met Ning Chuan, he had two hands, and four arms were born from his ribs, that is to say, the current yin soul is six arms.

The yellow lines on the body flowed, and the other four arms gradually transformed into various weapons, sickles, hammers, and wood knives......

"What the hell is this Nima!"

No matter how strong Ning Chuan's psychological endurance is, in one day, he has to complain when he sees so many things that are extremely strange and beyond his comprehension.

A pipa suo human soul, this is already an extremely exaggerated thing, and now there is a six-armed demon.

Moreover, judging from the situation just now, the strength of these six-armed Yin Souls is definitely not weak, and after another enhancement of the Requiem, I am afraid that it is even stronger now, and the cultivators who have closed the Great Perfection of the Void Realm are probably not far behind.

"Divine Consciousness Cultivator Mysterious, I'm going to want her to die here today!"

With a sneer, Ning Chuan was still fearless, took a step forward gently, and hooked his finger at the yin spirit.