My fiancé is a cultivator

Hearing Wen Yu's words, the man's eyes flickered for a moment. He wanted to deny it, but when he saw Wen Yu's piercing eyes, he felt that there was no need to hide it. Can you tell me where I have exposed my flaws?"

Wen Yu acted as if he asked a stupid question, "Isn't it easy to find out?"

Wen Yu's natural indiscriminate sarcasm is very uncomfortable, especially when the person opposite him is in the opposite camp.

The smiling face of this person turned gloomy in an instant, and he sneered, "You don't have to drink a toast." He moved his hands first, wanting to seize the opportunity.

Unexpectedly, he was fast, but Wen Yu was even faster. It was obvious that he shot last, but the attack came first. The powerful moves released by the two met in the air, and the aftermath directly destroyed a small hill below.

In this fight, both of them didn't hold weapons, and they did it hastily, using at most one-tenth of their strength in the moves, but even so, the man didn't please him.

In the aftermath of such a powerful impact, the two of them both took a few steps back, and the person in Taoist robes obviously found that the number of steps he took back was one and a half more steps than the opposite sword cultivator.

In just one fight, Wen Yu temporarily gained the upper hand.

Not to mention, he lightly tapped the robe with his finger, and saw that the dusty robe was as clean as new in an instant. He said slowly, "Sorry, I don't like drinking."

He just said provocative words, but Wen Yu was not the kind of person who would underestimate his opponent. He took out his weapon and held it in his hand in the blink of an eye.

The person on the opposite side almost vomited blood from his light words, but he was still not dizzy. Although his face was ugly, he did not become angry from embarrassment, but released the weapon with the same caution.

Wen Yu frowned slightly as he looked at the Hundred Soul Banner in his hand that was wrapped in black mist and continuously emitting resentment.

The vaguely visible faces under the black mist and the moans and howls that came out from time to time made Wen Yu feel that this Baihun Banner was different from the ones he had seen before.

The strong resentment above almost turned into substance.

The Taoist sneered, "Sharp-mouthed kid. You'd better say a few more words now, after a while you won't even have the chance to speak."

He picked up the Hundred Soul Banner in his hand and pointed it at Wen Yu, only to see the resentful spirits on it detach from the banner with his movements, one by one wrapped in black resentment towards Wen Yu.

Wen Yu's eyes sharpened, he would not be soft when dealing with evil ghosts and wraiths. The sword in his hand was like an arm, and sword lights flew out one after another, splitting the wraith in half in an instant.The wraiths only had time to let out a mournful howl before gradually dissipating into the air.

Dao Pao Ren was very distressed, but he spent countless energy to refine it, he was shocked by the opponent's strength while heartbroken, and said to himself: "How is it possible?"

In the realm of comprehension, only Buddhist cultivators can restrain soul cultivators and ghost cultivators. However, the number of Buddhist cultivators is extremely small, and Buddhist cultivators here believe in ascetic practices. Living a life of nowhere, wandering and wandering.

The person in front of him is just an ordinary sword cultivator. Although the lethality of the sword cultivator is among the best in the same realm, it does not mean that he can eliminate the wraith in such a simple way.

He looked at the sword in this person's hand, and he already concluded that it must be because of this sword.

He smiled sullenly and said, "I don't know how many swords you can swing? My evil spirits are endless."

The sword Wen Yu swung seemed easy, but it was not. Each sword carried a strong aura and sharp sword intent, so it could restrain the enemy.

Although the Taoist man doesn't know the mystery, his eyesight is not bad.In the beginning, it was just flustered because the opponent was able to scatter the evil spirits. After clearing his mind, he soon realized that every sword the opponent slashed was extremely powerful, and it was not done randomly.

He felt more and more that this was a protracted battle, and the longer it dragged on, the better it would be for him.

Although looking at the wraith that was split in two in the air felt a little distressed, but when he thought of being able to capture the opponent and make him a part of the Hundred Souls Banner, and thinking of those monks who were imprisoned, he felt that such a sacrifice was worthless. worth it.

He almost couldn't wait to see the powerful sword cultivator on the opposite side be refined by him into the ghost king on the banner, and become his banner to command the souls.

There was a steady stream of evil spirits appearing on the banner, and Wen Yu knew it well, but after he had used hundreds of swords, seeing the evil spirits still missing on the Hundred Soul Banner, he finally became more serious.

He stared at the Taoist robed man, "The one in your hand is the Thousand Soul Banner."

His tone was not questioning, but affirmative.

The Taoist robed man grinned, "That's right, and it won't be long before it will advance to the Ten Thousand Soul Banner."

In today's comprehension world, it is not easy for regular soul cultivators to find an evil spirit. They pick and choose, and it is worth congratulating that they can finally refine a hundred soul banner. The soul banner is coming.

If there is no problem with the origin of the resentful spirit on the opponent's weapon, Wen Yu's role as chief will be in vain.

He pursed his lips and stopped swinging his sword at these wraiths.The so-called capturing the thief first captures the king, as long as this Taoist robed man can be subdued, he will naturally not be able to do anything wrong with the Hundred Soul Banner.

Thinking about it, the movements of his hands were not slow.First, he used a sweeping move to force the evil spirits back, and then jumped out of the encirclement.

The Taoist robed man waved the Hundred Souls banner one after another, and summoned countless evil spirits around him, proudly said: "If you are not afraid of resentment entering your body and being bitten by the evil spirits, then come here."

This is the most annoying part of soul cultivation. If he can't restrain the Hundred Soul Banner in his hand, he will have countless helpers by his side, and the evil spirits refined by them are much more lethal than ordinary evil spirits .

All the attack methods of the evil spirits will not cause damage to the monk's body, but will appear on the monk's soul.

And the soul of the monks is their strength.

Wen Yu looked at the Taoist robed man who was laughing arrogantly, and stretched out his hand to caress the scabbard in his hand, "Since you invite me so much, I will be disrespectful."

He was concentrated and calm, with sharp eyes. He was tens of feet away from the Taoist man in the last second. In the blink of an eye, he passed through the overwhelming meat shield made up of resentful spirits and came to him.

It was indeed an extremely fast sword, like a meteor lightning, instantly piercing through the Taoist's body, and before the wraiths reacted to protect them, they had severely injured their masters.

There was still a sinister smile on the face of the Taoist robed man, just as his approaching face was reflected in his eyes, he fell back slowly without any resistance.

His body split into pieces in an instant, gradually dissipating into the air, and the hundred soul banner gradually became transparent with his master.

From the broken pieces of the body, a small light spot took advantage of Wen Yu's unpreparedness and flew into the distance.

Wen Yu snorted coldly, "A clone?"

But he didn't shatter the spot of light directly, but followed the other party's direction.

It was just a trace of soul in the avatar, after the avatar was shattered, only the instinct to find the original body remained.

Wen Yu wanted to find the culprit behind the disciple's disappearance through this ray of spirit.

In a cave hundreds of miles away, a cultivator sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes. His face was livid and his eyes were venomous.

Yuebai Taoist robe, with a pair of smiling eyes, is exactly the same as the Taoist robed man who fought with Wen Yu, no matter in clothing or appearance.

He gritted his teeth and said, "It's just a mere golden core sword cultivator who dares to provoke me."

As soon as he thought of his shattered avatar, he wished he could grab the opponent, smash the opponent's bones little by little, peel off the flesh and blood layer by layer, and finally throw it into the big cauldron and boil it in boiling oil to refine the most vicious evil spirit.

Fortunately, his soul escaped, and the avatar can be refined again. As long as the soul is not damaged, it will not affect him much.

He stood up, the boiling hatred in his heart couldn't be stopped.Anyway, there are so many monks imprisoned in the dungeon, just pick one out and let him calm down first.

The main body could clearly feel the soul that he had separated, and he felt that soul was getting closer and closer, and was satisfied to enjoy the pleasure of torturing people, but when he turned around, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

In an instant, he had a splitting headache, as if his soul had been forcibly pulled out. He stretched out his hands to support the stone wall next to him, his body kept shaking, and it took dozens of seconds for him to recover.

There are no other living people here except him. The servants in the cave are all living corpses that have lost their souls. No one saw him in a state of distress.

No, there is one more person.

The other party did not hide their tracks, and there was a sound of footsteps, getting closer and closer.

He wiped the blood off his lips casually, turned to look at the person, with long hair hanging down, dressed in a black robe, holding an old long sword, his appearance was peerless, and his figure was free and easy.

It was the sword cultivator he met earlier.

The other party looked at him with a trace of sarcasm, "How does it feel to be damaged?"

This sentence seems to be in return for what he said at the beginning.

The Taoist robe couldn't help but took a step back.The detached soul is extremely fragile and easily hurt, but he has reached the Nascent Soul realm after all, and the strength of the soul is not small.

What's more, the speed of the soul is extremely fast, and the distance of hundreds of miles can be reached in just a few breaths.He looked at the sword cultivator in disbelief, how could a Golden Core cultivator have such a swift movement?

If only a trace of his soul was injured, he would never be injured to this extent. The other party directly crushed his soul. Such a severe injury made his realm no longer stable, and the Nascent Soul in his body even had a tendency to collapse .

His eyes were no longer resentment, but deep-seated hatred, but under that, there was also a trace of fear that was hard to detect.

He really underestimated this sword cultivator.

Where there is life, there is hope.As an evil cultivator, although he likes to kill others, he still cherishes his life.

Obviously he is a Nascent Soul, and the opponent is only a golden core, but he dare not confront the opponent head-on.

He had to use the life-saving technique he had originally kept, and even his face showed a trace of heartache.

I saw him pinching the formula with one hand and putting it on his chest, chanting words in his mouth.Wen Yu felt bad, so he swung his sword directly.This sword was extremely fast, but it failed to cut the opponent. Wen Yu watched the sword light pass by the opponent's figure, and the place it passed instantly turned into a blood mist.

"Blood Transformation Dafa." Wen Yu squinted his eyes, and had already thought through a series of processes to question the Red Blood Sect Xingshi.

Looking at the soulless living corpses in the cave, he frowned, went directly to the dungeon, and released the imprisoned monks.

In addition to the disciples of the Zixiao Sect, there were also monks from other sects and some casual practitioners. When they saw Wen Yu, their eyes lit up like wolves in the middle of the night, and some of them even had tears in their eyes.

Wen Yu took a glance and found that these people just looked a little embarrassed, but they hadn't suffered any serious crimes, so they were half relieved.

Then he went straight to the solution.

He directly picked up the salted fish who was locked in the prison and slept unconsciously by the collar. The man finally yawned and opened his eyes in confusion.

What I saw head-on was Wen Yu's cold face.

Xie Yang reached out and rubbed his eyes, then patted Wen Yu's shoulder: "It really is you."

Wen Yu sneered, "Why did you get arrested without explaining to me?"

With Xie Yang's strength, even if he couldn't save other disciples, it would not be difficult for him to escape.

Xie Yang first rescued his clothes from Wen Yu's hands, and then said, "Do you think Daoist Yuan Ying's aura is so easy to break?" He covered his mouth with his hand and yawned again, "And he can Not alone."

Xie Yang was about to continue talking, but Wen Yu frowned, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind for a moment, threading the events that happened during this period into a line.

The recent disappearance in Yuecheng, the monk who disappeared in the secret realm of Fuyang, the monk holding a thousand soul banner, the evil cultivator who is good at controlling souls, and what Xie Yang said just now.

A huge sense of crisis suddenly surfaced in my heart.

He flicked his sleeves, turned around and left without saying a word.

作者有话要说：感谢在2019-12-1421:44:01~2019-12-1521:42:15期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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