I have a blood fairy pupil

Chapter 113 Drawing the Soul into the Mountain
Wang Chong's expression changed in shock. As an early-stage cultivator in the Sensing Realm, his reactions were far better than those of the three senior cultivators in the Entraining Realm.

He held the magical sword and raised his hand to block, blocking the blow of the Lihun Master Sword. He was hit hard by the impact and fell to the ground. His eyes were frightened, and the magic power surged in his hands. A green shield emerged from the Qiankun Bag, protecting it in front.

Then, he quickly stood up, holding a sword in his right hand and a flag in his left hand. He looked at Xu Yin with frightened eyes and shouted warily: "Damn it! Who are you!"

Xu Yin's expression was indifferent, and he didn't pay any attention to it. The mother-child soul-separating sword flew out. At the same time, the palm condensed the magic seal and landed on her body. In an instant, a mysterious light enveloped her body, as if wearing an airtight layer. Xuanjia.

While his son and mother were attacking with the Soul-Living Sword, Wang Chong defended with all his strength. Sword marks appeared on the sturdy small blue shield.

He was even more frightened, and the crisis of death hung over his heart.

Wang Chong became even more frightened and uneasy. The Flying Sword Master's magic sword came out, but was instantly cut to the ground by the Soul-Living Sword, and a gap appeared on the blade.

Xu Yin smiled and said: "Master Wang is really not telling lies. Your Wang family is indeed lacking in resources. The head of the family who is in the early stage of the Tangtang Sensing Realm actually uses a ninth-grade magic weapon."

"Zhou Hao, you!"

Xu Yin's face was cold, and before Wang Chong could say anything further, the black and red Dharma Seal between his hands gathered in his palms, and two black and red flames instantly erupted in his palms, hitting Wang Chong.

Wang Chong's expression changed, and he shook the small white flag in his hand, and a cloud of white mist spewed out from the flag to protect his whole body.

Xu Yin held fire in both hands, and two fire snakes strangled him fiercely. The white mist around him instantly dispersed and fell on Wang Chong.

"what!"

The pain that penetrated deep into his soul made Wang Chong scream miserably, and the high temperature of the flames set his clothes on fire.

Wang Chong rolled on the ground, his magic power lingering around him, extinguishing the flames, making his whole body even more miserable.

The mother-in-law soul-living sword slashed at Wang Chong. He looked in pain, and his mana condensed into the seal. The green shield in front of him bloomed with cyan brilliance, forming a circle of cyan shield.

There was an explosion of "bang", and the green shield instantly fell apart under the attack of Zimu Lihun Sword. The main sword of Lihun slashed on the green shield and knocked it away with one sword. At the same time, three swords The Soul-Living Short Blade flashed with light, piercing through Wang Chong's body.

"Forgive...forgive me! I am willing to hand over all the resources of the Wang family!" Wang Chong propped his arms on the ground and moved back, with blood flowing continuously.

"Ha! If Pindao killed you, isn't this trivial thing from your Wang family still Pindao's?" Xu Yin said indifferently.

When Wang Chong heard this, his eyes narrowed and he said in horror: "You, you are a disciple of the Immortal Temple!"

Xu Yin's face was plain, and the magic power lingered on his fingertips, forming a black seal. He condensed the yin energy and turned into a small black needle. With a flick of his finger, the Ghost Sect Mysterious Needle instantly shot into Wang Chong's heart.

With a "bang" sound, his heart burst instantly and he fell limply to the ground.

Xu Yin smiled slightly, picked up the Qiankun bags of the four of them, and whispered: "How can Pindao's pills be so easy to get?"

Then, the black seal condensed from the palm of his hand, turned into black light and fell on Wang Chong, sucking out his ignorant soul and putting it directly into the soul collecting gourd. Xu Yin followed the same method and sucked in the souls of three old cultivators.

After completing this, Xu Yin looked at the white ghost, took out the demon-collecting bead and put the white ghost away, and left directly after killing the other three people.

After pondering for a moment, Xu Yin walked out of the living room, walked straight through the Wuyin Array, looked at the attendants outside and said: "You go and invite the other three immortal masters. The head of the Wang family and I are trading elixirs, and there is a slight difference in elixirs." stone."

Hearing this, the two attendants in the courtyard looked puzzled. One of them said: "The other three immortal masters are not at home and have been sent out by the master of the house. How could it be..."

Suddenly, his eyes changed. Xu Yin was a guest. If he really wanted to invite someone, he would not let Xu Yin come out. He moved his eyes away from the Wuyin Array, lowered his head and said, "However, at this hour, the three of us Immortal Master should have come back, please wait for Immortal Master, I will invite you right away."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave. In the corner of his vision, a red light appeared in the blink of an eye. He felt a chill on his neck, and the world spun around. Their heads rolled to the ground, and the headless corpse staggered a few steps. Instantly fell to the ground.

The Son's Soul-Living Sword flew back and hovered beside him. Xu Yin's eyes moved slightly and he murmured: "It's really good luck that you are not at home. You can escape the disaster."

After a moment of hesitation, the Lihun Master Sword whirled and landed in front of him, floating a foot high. Xu Yin stepped on the Lihun Master Sword, outputting his magic power and controlling it with his spiritual consciousness, he jumped directly into the air.Xu Yin stepped on the sword and walked at low altitude. With his current cultivation level, flying a hundred feet above the ground was the limit. Going higher would be difficult to control and would exceed his carrying capacity.

Xu Yin looked down, and suddenly frowned, looking at the two figures in front of the Wang family. They were wearing black and red robes. One of them was riding a paper horse, and the other was riding a skull. Spewing out black mist, it flew off the ground.

When Xu Yin looked down at the two of them, they also looked up at Xu Yin. After one glance, they looked back and walked into the Wang family.

That is...Wang Qingsong, a Rakshasa Temple disciple of the Wang family!

Xu Yin thought with his eyes, the person beside Wang Qingsong was also a monk in the induction realm.

Then, with the blessing of his magic power, Xu Yin stepped forward with his sword at full speed. Within ten breaths, Wang Qingsong's angry roar rang out within the Wang family.

Immediately afterwards, from within the Wang family, the monk with the Rakshasa Observation Realm rushed towards Xu Yin quickly on the black mist expelled by the skull. His speed was three points faster than Xu Yin.

"Wu that kid! Capture him quickly and without mercy. I can make you die happily. Otherwise, you will be unable to survive or die!"

Xu Yin in the front frowns tightly, and the person behind him is full of breath, and his cultivation base is higher than him. In Changning County, it is not advisable to fight with the disciples of the Raksha Temple. Once other disciples of the Raksha Temple find out and surround him , it was difficult for him to escape.

Xu Yin's thoughts turned, and he immediately deviated from the direction and flew towards the Xingluo Mountain Range. In this mountain range, monsters inhabit, and the only way to stop the pursuit of the disciples of Rakshasa Temple behind him is to enter here.

The disciple behind also saw Xu Yin's intention and chased him at full speed, slowly closing the distance between him and Xu Yin. The black seal in his hand condensed and turned into a black spear, which shot straight through the air towards Xu Yin.

Xu Yin quickly dodged with a solemn look on his face, then the mana surged in his hand and he cast the Three-Sheep Green Shield Curse.

In an instant, the three sides seemed to be solid, and a blue shield with a blue sheep's head engraved on it emerged, circling around the body.

At the same time, the black and red Dharma Seal condensed in Xu Yin's hand, and a black and red fireball emerged. As he raised his hand, the fireball flew through the air with a "whoosh" and hit the Rakshasa Temple disciples behind him.

"Bold! Stop immediately!" Rakshasa Temple disciples shouted angrily.

Xu Yin's eyes were cold, and he turned to look at the other person, remembering his appearance, and sneered: "Rakshasa Temple disciple, you are very good, I will remember you, sooner or later I will kill you, extract your soul and refine your soul!"

"Good boy, let's see where you run today!" the Rakshasa Temple disciple shouted coldly, took out a spiritual talisman in his hand, activated it with magic power, and threw it forward. A black chain burst out from the spiritual talisman and wrapped around Xu Yin in front of him. Come.

Xu Yin's eyes darkened, and he took out a magic talisman in his hand, threw it back, turned into a gold brick and slapped it away, directly smashing the black chain.

"Eighth-grade high-grade, golden brick talisman!"

This Rakshasa Temple disciple's eyes darkened, and he quickly retreated to avoid it. He was even more surprised. With such a spiritual talisman next to him, he must have some background.

The distance between the two widened again, Xu Yin flew all the way, and the Rakshasa Temple disciple chased after him.

Under the night.

Xu Yin plunged into the Xingluo Mountains, a place with deep forests and dense trees. The Rakshasa Temple disciple behind him pondered for a moment and did not pursue him again.

It was not his father who died, so Junior Brother Wang had to compensate for the wasted spiritual talisman.

"That kid, don't let me catch you, otherwise you will definitely be in agony!" This Rakshasa Temple disciple put down his harsh words, stepped on the black mist spewed by the skull, changed direction, and left.

In the forest, Xu Yin did not go deep, and hid quietly in the forest.

Half an hour later, the Rakshasa Temple disciple who had left suddenly floated into the air again through the black mist and coldly snorted: "Good luck to you!"

After that, he stepped into the fog and left again.

(End of this chapter)