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The groups of black mist roaring towards Jiang Yan stopped in mid-air, and then slowly retracted to the young man's feet, condensing together like a curtain of backflowing water and not moving.

At the same time, Han Tianche's blood-red eyes gradually returned to their original pupil color, and the terrifying red color faded away like running water, revealing dark and bright eyes with a hint of red light.

The dense black mist slowly dispersed in front of everyone, revealing Han Tianche's original appearance.

His age seemed to be about the same age as Jiang Yan's, and the lines of his facial features were extremely sharp, which made him look extremely cold at first glance.

The long hair is loose, the sword eyebrows fly into the temples, the bridge of the nose is high, the jaw is slightly drawn, the lips are thin, with a bit of exotic features, the face is handsome but people dare not approach.

The black evil spirit wandered around the surface of his body, hovering around flexibly, adding a touch of strangeness to his face.

At this time, his eyes as dark as the dark night fixedly looked at the soul-fixing pearl in Jiang Yan's hand, a dark red light appeared in his eyes, and his voice was still hoarse and broken: "... use... my sword... for... Wen Yang... "

The sword that fell under his feet flew into his hand spontaneously, and was dragged out by a pair of cold white hands.

The long sword covered with red lines trembled slightly, as if reluctant to give up, but it couldn't stop the master's will.

The monks blocked by Jiang Yan outside the barrier are all at the stage of refining Qi and do not have powerful souls, so they cannot see Wen Yang's remnant souls, but can only see what the seniors of Liuyunzong said. After regaining his sanity, he actually wanted to give him the sword that gave birth to the sword spirit!

"Oh, I'm afraid this senior wants the truth to be false, but the truth is to win the sword, right?"

Seeing this scene, the impulsive disciple of the Nanyang School immediately sneered.

The monks instantly felt angry at being tricked, but thinking of the opponent's strength, they could only watch angrily.

Seeing this, the disciple of the Nanyang School sneered in his heart, it was really useless, that's all, he had to rely on himself.

Jiang Yan looked at the sword in Han Tianche's hand. The sword was three feet long, and the sword body was completely black. Dense and strange red lines covered both sides of the sword body and near the hilt like blood. The body of the sword looks like a swirling airflow, it is really a rare good sword.

Maybe it was because he watched it for a little long, the Chixiao Sword in his hand hummed uncomfortably, and the blade slipped two fingers from the scabbard, as if he wanted to compete with the opponent.

Jiang Yan immediately pushed Chi Xiao in with his thumb, put it back into the scabbard, and then pushed his hand back with the hilt: "I don't want your sword."

Han Tianche slowly withdrew his hands holding the sword, turned his eyes from the fixed soul pearl he had been watching to Jiang Yan's face, and said with a torn throat: "As long as... I... can do... even if it is ...life is..."

Jiang Yan stopped him: "I don't want your life, I just need you to cooperate with me."

In the past three years, he has continuously condensed his soul and took the spirit-protecting fruit every day, and his soul has been cultivated to a relatively strong level. Although it is not as condensed as a monk at the golden core stage, it has surpassed the late stage of foundation establishment.

In addition, he had asked Liu Qingzhou about the theoretical basis of 'Power Words' before, and the other party told him some insights without involving family inheritance, so Jiang Yan had a deeper understanding of the soul.

He planned to plunge part of his soul into the depths of Han Tianche's soul to explore his memory, so that he could clearly understand what happened.

Jiang Yan: "Afterwards, I will enter your soul. All you have to do is to trust me enough to fully open your memory in front of me, understand?"

To be safe, Jiang Yan added: "This is the only way to save Wen Yang."

When Han Tianche heard this, he slowly put away the evil spirit scattered all over his body, and said in a low voice: "...clear..."

Jiang Yan waved his hand to remove the barrier, and was about to walk towards the disciples of the Nanyang Sect when Xie Yusheng grabbed his wrist, "Xiao Yan, will you be in danger if you do this?"

The soul is the most vulnerable part of a person. During the process of performing the technique, one must concentrate on it without any other distraction, without any distraction.

Even if there is a small mistake, not only Han Tianche, but also Jiang Yan's soul will be severely injured, causing irreparable damage.

Jiang Yan gently slid his wrist up, held that slender jade hand firmly, and said with a smile, "Brother Xie, don't worry, I won't do anything I'm not sure about."

"However," he said to Xie Yusheng through voice transmission, "Someone may take the opportunity to attack at that time, and I need Brother Xie to protect me."

"it is good."

A dark light flashed across Xie Yusheng's eyes, no matter who it is, anyone who wants to hurt Xiao Yan will have to die.

Jiang Yan walked in the direction where Su Jingrong was, and said to the disciples of Nanyang Sect: "I have a way to find out the truth.

I will use a method similar to soul searching to invade Han Tianche's soul and obtain his memory, so as to understand the whole story. "

As soon as the words fell, the impulsive Nanyang faction disciple questioned: "Then how can you guarantee that what you said is true?"

Jiang Yan glanced at him thoughtfully, and said coldly, "Are you doubting me or the soul-searching technique?"

There was a trace of green light in that disciple's eyes, and he said in a panic: "Of course I dare not doubt senior, it's just..."

Jiang Yan interrupted coldly: "Then you doubt the soul search technique?"

"No, it's not..." The disciple rolled his eyes and found the flaw in Jiang Yan's words, "I'm afraid seniors can't use the soul-searching technique, only the elders of the Criminal Law Hall can perform the soul-searching technique in Liuyunzong. "

"You know quite a lot," Jiang Yan smiled lightly,

"I'm afraid that none of your head disciples know the conditions for performing the soul search technique."

Seeing the astonished gazes cast by Su Jingrong and other monks, the Nanyang sect disciple felt a little bit in his heart, and said bravely, "I just... heard the headmaster mention it by chance..."

Jiang Yan ignored it and explained: "I didn't say to use soul searching just now, but a method similar to this method to obtain memory."

Seeing that the disciple wanted to say something more, his eyes pierced into the other's eyes: "You are doubting me."

That Nanyang faction disciple gritted his teeth, as if he had made some kind of determination, and said loudly: "Who knows, senior, if you will reach any agreement with Moxiu for that sword?"

As soon as this remark came out, many monks looked at Jiang Yan with hostility. It was a fifth-order spirit sword that gave birth to a sword spirit.

Jiang Yan suddenly smiled: "Don't say that Han Tianche gave me the magic sword just now, and I didn't take it."

He glanced at all the monks present, his momentum changed, the Scarlet Heaven Sword was unsheathed instantly, a dazzling white light flashed, everyone's necks felt the chill of the sword edge, and when he raised his hand, he found that there was a touch of red on his fingertips !

At the same time, there was a faint bloodstain on his neck!

All the monks turned pale with fright, as long as the sword edge was stronger, they would immediately be decapitated.

Jiang Yan looked at their distressed appearance, sword energy burst out from his body, and the whole person's momentum suddenly changed, like a sword drawn out of its sheath, cold and sharp: "Even if I kill you all now, and then grab the magic sword, so what?!"

The Akasaka Sword let out a high-pitched sword cry, and the sword body flew out of the scabbard, turning into countless long swords, with the tip of the sword facing the monks present, as long as the master gave an order, they would immediately stab them into a sieve!

Seeing the sharp sword tip and sharp sword energy, the monks were all trembling, and they would kneel down as soon as their legs softened. Some of them had already kowtowed to Jiang Yan on the ground, and even a few were timid. I was incontinent with fright.

Jiang Yan withdrew his sword energy, returned Chixiao Sword to his hand, and said calmly, "Therefore, I don't need to lie."

"……Yes."

"That's right." "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Senior is completely unnecessary."

Everyone supported each other to get up, wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, and dared not say another word.

What the senior said is right, with his identity and cultivation level, he can kill if he wants to, and rob him if he wants to, what kind of goods are they?

lie?joke!is it necessary?

All casual cultivators glanced at each other, preparing to leave the Nanyang faction.Stay here again, I'm afraid my life will be lost!

What magic sword, sword spirit, no life is important!

Seeing that Jiang Yan had no intention of objecting, a large number of casual cultivators took the opportunity to leave. At this time, only a few dozen disciples of Nanyang Sect remained.

"If you have no comments, I will start.

If I have spare capacity, I will try to use recording spirit crystals to preserve some of my memories. "

As expected of Su Jingrong being the head disciple, although his face was pale at this time, he still did not lose his demeanor: "Then I will trouble seniors."

"Ah."

Jiang Yan looked at Xie Yusheng, who understood, he would definitely protect Jiang Yan from any interference.

Jiang Yan looked at the impulsive Nanyang sect disciple again. The other party lowered his head, his shoulders were trembling, and he looked frightened.

He retracted his gaze and walked towards Han Tianche step by step.

The other party kept staring at his right hand. Even though Jiang Yan had put away the Dinghun Orb, he still looked at him helplessly, looking a little pitiful.

"Don't worry, Wen Yang is very good. After three to five years of warming in the Dinghun Orb, you can go to reincarnation."

Jiang Yan sent him a secret voice transmission, and only the two of them could hear the voice.

A faint smile appeared on Han Tianche's cold face, and his broken throat struggled to make a sound: "...Thank...Thank you..."

"Then let's start." Jiang Yan looked at his dark eyes with faint red light, "Relax, trust me wholeheartedly, and don't be on guard against me."

Seeing the other party nodding, Jiang Yan closed his eyes, focused all his attention on Han Tianche, and then slowly separated a ray of spirit into his eyebrows, invading his brain inch by inch.

As expected, Han Tianche didn't defend him, he quickly entered the place where the other party's memory was stored, and then searched for fragments in his memory.

His soul is like standing in a vast sea of ​​stars, each star is a memory, and it is even more difficult to search for it.

A thin layer of sweat gradually appeared on Jiang Yan's forehead, and he separated a ray of spirit to invade the opponent's brain.

At that moment, he felt Han Tianche's resistance, but he was quickly pressed down by the other party.

Jiang Yan knew that this was the highest intensity Han Tianche had endured, and he wanted to make a quick decision.

He sorted out and discovered the complicated memory fragments slowly, and finally found the more useful parts, showing Han Tianche's life like fast forward.