Through the Yin-Yang God and Demon Mirror, Fang Xing had seen that this phantom was just a trace of the manifestation of the Jindan stage cultivator, and his power was limited. If he was in the early stage of the foundation building, he would still be afraid of him. But now, his true strength is far greater than that of the early stage of the foundation building. With mysterious weapons like Wan Lingqi in hand, he would be at least 70% sure that even Ye Guyin took this breath to destroy it.

"I am a little arrogant and arrogant, and I am indeed a little arrogant. I am here to apologize to fellow Taoists..."

The old man said calmly: "My breath may not be able to stop fellow Taoist fellow Taoist, but I said frankly that if you kill my disciple, you will definitely destroy this breath that I am in her sea of ​​consciousness. As long as you destroy my breath, you will have a cause and effect in the dark. Once you appear within a thousand miles of my life in the future, I will have a sense of emotion and can use the secret method to find your place... Huqin is not talented, but if you are determined to make things difficult with fellow Taoist fellow Taoist, I am afraid that your life will not be easy..."

A faint sound floated in the air, both like a threat and a very simple thing.

But Fang Xing was stunned when he heard this.

"Huqin?"

Fang Xing was stunned when he heard the name, as if he hadn't reacted for a long time.

Ye Guyin’s master is Huqin?

What the sect leader Chen Xuanhua said was the only huqin that could help him resolve the curse?

Shouldn't this name be a girl?

How could he be a man or an old man?

"Fellow Taoist, I know the nature of the young disciple, so this time she competed with fellow Taoist, no matter what the loss she suffered, I will not ask about it. I just think it was a personal grudge between you, but, after all, she is my disciple, and I can't see her losing her life, so I beg my fellow Taoist to keep her alive. Even if the old Huqin owes fellow Taoist a favor, what do you think?"

Huqin was shocked when she saw Fang Xing, and slowly added another sentence.

Fang Xing's thoughts changed very quickly. The surprise caused by discovering that Ye Guyin's master was the Huqin he was looking for was quickly hidden by him, without showing any expression. He laughed and said, "Old man, I can give you face this time and spare your life, but you said that even if you owe me a favor, I will ask you, will you keep your word?"

When the old man Huqin heard this, he was slightly stunned. He said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, Huqin's words. Keep your word naturally!"

Fang Xing lowered his head and thought, not sure if the old man said anything, so he casually said, "Okay, I remember!"

Hu Qin was slightly stunned and gently bowed to Fang Xing. The phantom cast in the void gradually disappeared.

And with the news of the phantom, Ye Guyin moaned and woke up.

"A good master is awesome. Not only does he have a baby, but he also has a breath that comes out to express his love at the critical moment of life and death..."

Fang Xing smacked his lips and felt that the difference between people was so big.

"You...you won't kill me?"

Ye Guyin didn't know the conversation that had just happened. When she saw Fang Xing standing ten feet away from him, she seemed to feel a little surprised.

"Wouldn't it be a pity for a little beauty like you to kill her long legs?"

Fang Xing suddenly smiled, suddenly approached her, pinched her chin, raised her little face, and looked at her. In Ye Guyin's panic gaze, Fang Xing smiled and said, "You are a soft-hearted person. For your good deeds during this period, I decided not to kill you, but you have to remember that you owe you a life..."

The old man Huqin said just now that as long as he kills this woman, he will destroy his aura at the same time, and it will be related to him. If this grudge is too great, Fang Xing still wants to the old man, so he will naturally not kill people easily.

However, although I can't kill this woman, I feel unhappy to let her go for nothing.

Fang Xing thought for a while, looked at the woman's rare weak expression, and suddenly felt bad thoughts. He pouted his mouth and kissed Ye Guyin's pale lips. Ye Guyin escaped from death, just as he was surprised at why this little ghost had spared his life. Suddenly his lips were kissed, his eyes suddenly widened, his body was as sore and weak as if he was struck by lightning.

"Although I don't kill you, I will leave you a memory..."

Fang Xing was actually just kissing him gently like a pecking food, for fear that Ye Guyin would take the opportunity to bite him, so he kept being careful.

After kissing, I felt that it was not satisfied. My palm secretly reached Ye Guyin's arms. Suddenly, I laughed a long time, pulled a piece of red silk, and flew towards the end of the Black Prison. Ye Guyin was lost and sat on the spot. It took me a long time to find that my chest was slightly cool. I looked down and almost fainted...

There was no restraint on his chest, and two white doves jumped out.

That little devil... actually pulled away his bellyband...

"Bastard, I...I will definitely kill you..."

Ye Guyin's anger burned away the weak feeling, and the shrill voice echoed in the corridor.

Fang Xing had already rushed to the three bans in front of the Black Iron Xuanmen with a loud laugh. Without hesitation, he flew up and floated in the air. Two golden wings behind him shook, and golden shadows filled the sky. In an instant, hundreds of extremely real feather swords rushed towards the first ban. It was exactly the 100,000 swords. With the success of foundation building, the power of this technique increased tenfold.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom"

The air flow was turbulent, and the force flew everywhere. The first ban was relieved by the sword.

Fang Xing's body was like a stream of light, passing through the broken ban. The Ten Thousand Spirits Flag wrapped around him and rushed straight into the second ban. On the Ten Thousand Spirits Flag, black smoke suddenly surged out, wrapped around him like strange armor. The thunder power in the second ban was endless, and it slashed down like a sky and earth, but it all slashed on the black smog.

The second ban was forced to resist, and Fang Xing was not far from the third ban.

"Go!"

Fang Xing roared and threw out the Jinghuangqin that had been in his hand.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom"

In an instant, in the third metallic ban, countless strange flying swords were activated, like a sea of ​​swords, slashing on the Jinghuang Qin in chaos. Each of these flying swords was extremely sharp, comparable to the best flying sword, but this Jinghuang Qin was extremely hard and could not even be destroyed by Fang Xing. Now it happened to be blocking these flying swords, and was slashed with a sound, but it was completely damaged.

Fang Xing hid behind Yaoqin, used the zither as a shield, and broke through most of the ban in a row. At the end, he pushed Yaoqin behind him and used the spiritual power of the foundation-building stage to support the barrier technique, and flew towards the Black Iron Xuanmen like a flying kite...

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At this time, two foundation-building cultivators were also on the ruins of the demon city. They searched closely. One of them was wide robe and slow-belly, with a lion-faced brown eyes. It was Ying Lion Roar, the leader of the Hundred Beasts Sect. One of them was thin and had a goatee, but Elder Moye. After Ye Guyin and Fang Xing chased each other, they rushed out as soon as possible.

However, Fang Xing and Ye Guyin were both amazingly fast, and even they were difficult for them to catch up.

The sky was misty and I didn't know where these two people went. Something happened to the first genius under the foundation building of the Chu Realm. The lion roar could not afford this responsibility. He was in a panic and sent all the people from the Hundred Beasts Sect to collect it. After searching for more than ten days, he almost searched the entire Bohai Sea. However, he finally noticed the faint breath sent by Ye Guyin with his secret technique near the ruins of this demon city.

"The Sect Master, it is already confirmed that Miss Ye should be in the Yin Prison Abyss of the former Black Prison of the Demon Clan. Only in that place, there are many restrictions, will Miss Ye not be able to break the ban and come out. Even the jade talisman of the message cannot be used. It can only convey a trace of energy, hoping that we can sense it, and we can cooperate inside and outside, break the Yin Prison Abyss, and pick her up!"

Elder Moye reported in vain and heard the roar of the lion.

"Miss Ye must not have an accident, otherwise it will be a disaster for my Hundred Beasts Sect. He will not hesitate to activate the formation immediately to break the Yin Prison Abyss and pick up Miss Ye... In addition, the little ghost actually fell from the Qingqiu tomb for no reason. I am afraid that he has already obtained some secrets that our ancestors have not even learned, but he cannot let him run away. After grabbing them, he will interrogate them..."

Ying Lion Roared and pondered for a while, and made a cold decision.

"Yes, the sect leader!"

Elder Moye agreed and arranged a man to go to Yinzhu Xuanmen to set up a formation to break the door.

The formation was laid out here, and was about to launch the formation with all its strength to open the Yin Yu Xuanmen, but suddenly heard a dull "ticaca" sound from inside the Xuanmen. Moye was stunned and looked towards the Xuanmen in confusion.

At this moment, suddenly, the Yin Prison Xuanmen opened and an excited laughter came out.

"Haha, I'm finally out..."

Inside the Xuanmen, a figure wrapped in a black flag rushed over quickly, as fast as lightning.

"He...why did he run out by himself?... trap him!"

Elder Moye was startled and rushed forward, yelling at the disciples who set up the formations around him.

The person who rushed out of the mysterious gate was naturally Fang Xing. He was also excited when he got free, but as soon as he came out, he had to see the surrounding scenery clearly. He shouted loudly in his ears, and a thin old man rushed towards him. His thin hands grabbed a series of invisible forces, wrapped around him like a rope. He couldn't help but be stunned, and then slapped him out.

"Your uncle, I'm scared to death..."

It was obvious that he slapped a casual slap, but both the speed and strength were far beyond Elder Moye's expectations. He clearly saw his palm sucking over, but he didn't have time to resist. He felt his face numb and half of his body. He rushed over quickly and flew back faster than when he rushed over, and plunged his head into the broken walls, not knowing life and death.

The disciples around were shocked and stared at the little ghost rushing out from behind the Xuanmen, not daring to rush up.

Elder Moye, who had clearly established the foundation, was actually slapped by him...

What kind of cultivation is this little devil?

Even Fang Xing was a little surprised, feeling that Elder Moye was too careless. (To be continued...)

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