Cold Clouds

Inside the Black King's Palace, Tian Canku sat on the ground, with only half of his body exposed. Di Que frowned for a long time before speaking: "The Blood Nether Queen is dead, and the people she took away are just like her, their souls have all been scattered."

"After I left, the mark I left behind heard Qin Feng make a wish to the Immortal Shenhai to kill the people from the Black King Palace," the old man with withered hands said hoarsely, "It should be said that this plan does not require the Blood Nether Queen to lead people to Shenhai Mountain. It is good for such an idiot to die."

The old skeleton demon Cheng Luo leaned against the wall and curled his lips. To be honest, he didn't have a good impression of that woman. She just posed in the hall all day long.

"But Lin Xiaoxiao has been killed. This can be considered a great happy event." Cheng Luo said in a light tone, even with a sense of gloating.

"As Cheng Luo said," Di Que nodded, "Although we haven't got the Fire Spirit Pearl yet, now is the best opportunity to seize Medicine King Valley."

“No, let’s observe for a while first,” Tian Can said, his tone was ancient and vicissitudes, like the humming of an ancient bell, “Lin Xiaoxiao, it’s impossible for her to die so easily. Let’s send someone to investigate the entrance of Medicine King Valley first.”

"Understood, sir." Someone responded in the darkness and then disappeared immediately.

Indeed, Lin Xiaoxiao is not dead yet, but it is not as easy as Xuan Ming and the others think.

Because the ghost soul lamp took advantage of the fact that she was not fully conscious when she died, it began to emit evil energy into her body in an attempt to turn the tables. After Lin Xiaoxiao's soul regained consciousness, the lamp drilled into Lin Xiaoxiao's body and began to hide.

You old man, I haven't come to take care of you these days, you are rebellious! Lin Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth and walked towards Dantian.

Then, as soon as she entered the Dantian, she saw her fire spiritual root whipping the Ghost Soul Lamp, and the other three spiritual roots also whipped it from time to time.

Hmm? Wait, something doesn't seem right.

Lin Xiaoxiao stretched out her hand: "One, two, three, four..."

“Eh?” Lin Xiaoxiao rubbed her eyes. “One, two, three, four…”

Lin Xiaoxiao's expression gradually lost control. When did she get another golden spiritual root? In the original book, I have three spiritual roots, right? How can this thing grow?

Lin Xiaoxiao calmed down, walked to the ghost lamp that was tied up by the fire spirit root, and slapped it: "Are you still rebelling?"

The Ghost Lamp is in tears.

This woman is hiding something in her body! She is lying! Her appearance at the beginning was all fake! As long as this spiritual root is still in this state, she will not die!

The ghost lamp was complaining indignantly in its heart, but Lin Xiaoxiao knew nothing. She didn't even know that she had died three times before.

Speaking of which... Lin Xiaoxiao put away the Ghost Lamp and suddenly remembered something.

How on earth did I call out Mu Yingxiao's name before?

"come over."

A light and ethereal girl's voice sounded, as if it was right next to Lin Xiaoxiao's ear.

Lin Xiaoxiao looked around suddenly, there was no one in sight, but the voice was still coming.

"Here." Lin Xiaoxiao felt the source of the voice was behind her, so she turned around immediately and reached quickly to her waist.

Then she turned halfway and remembered that she didn't have a mustard seed bag around her waist at all.

Oh ho, it’s over.

Lin Xiaoxiao felt that her consciousness, which had just been restored, began to disappear again.

Lin Xiaoxiao decided that if she could still live, she would publish an autobiography, titled "Many Disasters".

......

"She's not dead yet..." Tian Can narrowed his eyes as he listened to the report from his returning subordinates. "It should be about the same time. This time, she should not be able to be resurrected until a month later."

"And we can get her body back in half a month."

Lin Xiaoxiao, I followed the destiny and turned back time. What can you use to fight me?!

......

At this time, it had been two weeks since Song Hanyun moved Lin Xiaoxiao's body back to Yunjian Sect.

Qin Feng went from being surprised at the beginning to being calm and silent now. No one knew what he was thinking. All they knew was that Qin Feng began to prepare many things silently.

Lin Xiaoxiao's large group that was originally staying in Yaowang Valley was also notified of the news and pulled out, and the atmosphere in the Yunjian Sect gradually became tense under the influence of Qin Feng.

The Sword-Questioning Competition ended hastily, Luo Yuan became the final winner, and Qian Luan stayed in the Yunjian Sect awaiting punishment.

But no one knew why the guy who had embedded his opponent in the ring in the first round of the fight suddenly withdrew from the competition, but no one thought it was a big deal.

"Is the sect protection formation ready?" Qin Feng stood in the main house of the Yunjian Sect with his hands behind his back, looking out the window, his voice sounding solemn.

"It's ready and can be launched at the fastest speed at any time, but..." Ximen Yao was puzzled, "Why?"

"You will know soon." Qin Feng did not turn around, his tone still as solemn.

Song Hanyun sat beside the coffin containing Lin Xiaoxiao's body, his hand constantly stroking the hilt of the sword.

This sword is not the Silver Moon Sword that Song Hanyun got from the Sword Cave. To be more precise, this thing should not be called a sword.

Because what is contained in the scabbard and connected to the hilt is just a sword blank.

Song Hanyun's main subject is the Art of Hidden Sword.

Song Hanyun was born with sword bones and a spiritual root with thunder attribute. His sword energy and spiritual power are extremely domineering. There are not many materials in the world that can support his hidden sword.

And now in Song Hanyun's scabbard is the Yunjian Sect's heirloom - a piece of Qilin horn.

The horn of a pure-blooded Kirin.

It is said that when Ye Yuxie fought with the Black King, he cut a crack that connected the upper and lower worlds, and the unicorn horn fell out from it.

Song Hanyun will draw this sword to protect the people behind him.

At that time, he will sacrifice his spiritual roots and sword bones, and use his life span as a guide to kill the enemy.

However...if the sword is to be drawn in this crisis, who will avenge Lin Xiaoxiao? Song Hanyun clenched his fists, feeling extremely heavy in his heart.

He couldn't help but look at the coffin containing Lin Xiaoxiao. What should I do now?

Qin Feng had previously sent out requests for reinforcements to various sects, but except for Fengyu Tower, which had always been on good terms with the Yunjian Sect, the other sects only responded with a token of their support.

However, Fu Xian and Li Shen sent more people because of their children.

After all, no one thought that the Black King's Palace would be so courageous.

But they do have the guts to do so.

After all, what would a bunch of dead cult powers seeking resurrection have to be afraid of?

Destroy their souls in an instant? Qin Feng and his men were not that capable, at most they could severely injure them with a large formation.

Suddenly, dark clouds filled the sky.

“The fastest support will take at least an incense stick of time, right? After all, the space here is sealed by the Black King’s Sky-Locking Formation, so it’s not easy to get the message out,” Cheng Luo smiled sinisterly. “If we have to fight, we might be a little more cautious, but this time we’re just here to grab something and then run away… The Seven Sects are going to lose face this time! Hehehe!”

If more people from the seven sects gathered together, the Black King Palace might be afraid, but they have Tiancan who defeated Ye Yuxie, the "invincible one in the lower world"!

Tiancan stood at the top of the dark clouds. Although he did not move, the feeling of oppression already appeared in people's hearts.