If these monks who already had cultivation in their bodies were allowed to sacrifice their bodies and cultivation with blood, and then let all their souls be absorbed into the bone flute of the Lingtan Tapir, they would never be reborn, and the energy of the sacrifice would increase exponentially.

The handsome man surnamed He and the beautiful woman surnamed Zhen before had the idea of Huang Que behind, so they had no intention of showing up.

After all, in addition to the ghost cultivator Sun Lao Dao, there is also a remnant of the Wuxiang Temple of the Xuanzi generation in the Fire Dragon Secret Realm.

Although the cultivation of the two has reached the realm of Tongxuan, the remnants of the Wuxiang Temple still make them quite jealous.

If they could make these two sides lose both, the two of them would naturally be happy, but now that the situation has changed, the two of them are no longer allowed to continue to be the yellow sparrow.

Soon, the two of them rushed to the core area of the Fire Dragon Secret Realm.

At first glance, when he saw the two Tongxuan monks, the pale face of the old man surnamed Sun shook, and the notes conveyed in the bone flute froze instantly.

Fang Yan and the other monks were already dying at this moment due to the black qi resentful spirit emitted from the bone flute, and when the notes were stagnant, they finally got a moment of respite.

Then, Fang Yan's gaze flickered casually, only to find that there was no longer the aura of the Dao Cultivation Stage monks present, and there were only a few Spiritual Cultivation Stage monks left, and they were still struggling to support themselves.

Needless to say, these vanished monks have been completely assimilated by the notes emitted by the bone flute, and have become resentful spirits.

As a result, the number of people on the field suddenly decreased by half, and there were only more than 10,000 monks who cultivated above the Ning Yuan stage.

These people also got a moment of respite because of the arrival of the two Tongxuan period monks, so they all looked at the two Tongxuan period monks with extremely hopeful eyes.

Before some monks could open their mouths for help, the terrifying flute sounded again, and Fang Yan and the others present fell into great pain again.

Although Lao Dao surnamed Sun was very jealous of these two sudden Tongxuan period monks in his heart, he still did not stop playing, and immediately began to play again after the notes were stagnant.

Because he knew in his heart that if he kept playing, the bone flute in his hand would be able to play the greatest role.

Once he stopped, the two Monk Monks would surely be able to snatch the Bone Flute from his hands and kill him with one blow.

Even if Sun's surname is Lao Dao, he is a ghost cultivator, and he is proud among monks of the same level, and even monks who are a little higher than him, but he still can't compete with the monks of the Xuan Period.

Not to mention, there are still two monks of the Xuan Period.

It is also true that although the man surnamed He and the beautiful woman surnamed Zhen looked at Lao Dao surnamed Sun angrily at the moment, the two never dared to get too close, and just stood beside Lao Dao surnamed Sun three feet away.

After all, the two of them are human cultivators, although they are no longer afraid to approach the Lingtan Tapir Bone Flute due to their cultivation to the Tongxuan Realm, but a Lingtan Tapir Bone Flute that has been blown by the ghost cultivator does not dare to get close at all.

"Sun Daoyou of Jiufeng Mountain, right? Below is He Yu of the Shenglong Fang, this is Zhen Xue Fairy of the Liang Chen Sect. ”

He Yu took the initiative to speak, and seeing that the old Dao surnamed Sun still had no intention of stopping playing, he continued: "I don't know what Sun Daoyou wants? If it is not too much, Fairy Zhen and I can do it for you, as long as you stop playing." ”

Seeing that He Yu's persuasion had no effect at all, the old Tao surnamed Sun still kept playing, and Zhen Xue's lowered eyes flashed a trace of annoyance, but no one noticed it.

"Sun Daoyou, if you are willing to stop immediately, the slave family is willing to go to the Shenglong Room to make peace, and let Jiufeng Mountain become the head of the thirty-six sects, and if you don't dislike it, the slave family is also willing to give you a beautiful apprentice as a slave.

In this way, wouldn't it be a good thing for you and me to become married?"

Zhen Xue looked at Lao Dao surnamed Sun, and saw that he didn't have a trace of expression fluctuation, so he took half a step forward slightly, and his eyes rolled and he spoke: "If Sun Daoyou doesn't dislike it, it is not negotiable to marry the slave family." ”

The soft voice reached the ears of the old man surnamed Sun, and the old man surnamed Sun couldn't help but tremble, and slowly moved his gaze to Zhen Xue.

At this time, in the eyes of Lao Dao surnamed Sun, Zhen Xue's facial features are all charming, just like his dream lover, although Lao Dao surnamed Sun has never had a dream lover before.

The heart of the old man surnamed Sun was beating faster, and the rhythm of playing the bone flute was obviously a little disordered.

Just when he was a little confused, his expression suddenly became hideous.

I saw a karmic fire, faintly flickering on his chest.

Immediately, Lao Dao surnamed Sun only felt that his mind was clear, and after the whole person was clever, he looked away.

"This is, karmic fire?"

Seeing this, a hint of surprise flashed in Zhen Xue's beautiful eyes.

"It seems that this Sun Lao Dao is indeed not a person from Jiufeng Mountain. It's a ghost cultivator, and behind him, there is really a ghost king. ”

He Yu also saw this scene.

Zhen Xue took two steps back, stood with He Yu, and the two discussed countermeasures.

With the old man surnamed Sun clearing his mind, the rhythm of the bone flute became more and more powerful.

Fang Yan and Liu Xiuqi were already falling into an ice cave at the moment, unable to think at all, and they couldn't do anything other than try their best to maintain a trace of sanity and not be assimilated by the resentful spirits transformed by the countless black mist gushing out of the rhythm.

At this time, there were no more nurturing monks on the field, and they had long been unable to hold on and had become part of the resentful spirits.

Not only that, but there were many monks in the Ning Yuan Period, all of whom gradually disappeared under the notes floating out of the bone flute.

The number of monks on the field has plummeted again.

"He Daoyou, if you continue to let Sun Lao Dao Shi continue, I am afraid that the Fire Dragon Secret Realm will be subdued by him. ”

Zhen Xue looked at the decreasing number of monks, her brows furrowed.

He Yu was also embarrassed, and after a long time, the two nodded at each other, and reached an unknown agreement.

Immediately, I saw Zhen Xue and He Yu separate and came to an open space, and then the two of them each held an object in their hands.

Zhen Xue took out another group fan in her hand, but this group fan was different from what she was holding before.

But the common denominator is that she is still a very beautiful woman above.

The woman on the fan opened her eyes with the appearance of a portrait under Zhen Xue's repeated fingers.

"Master!"

Zhen Xue respectfully saluted the figure on the portrait of the fan, and nodded when she saw the portrait on the fan.

"That's ......"

Zhen Xue said the scene in a few words, and then the portrait nodded, and Zhen Xue closed her eyes.

The unthinkable happened!

I saw that Zhen Xue, who was originally abnormally beautiful, was even more perfect at the moment, and she was so beautiful that it was intoxicating.

Subsequently, a face that was three points more beautiful than Zhen Xue's original replaced the original Zhen Xue's face, and even her temperament changed.

Zhen Xue's cultivation in the early stage of Tongxuan was also gradually elevated under the visible eye, until the middle stage of Tongxuan.