Old Man Shouyan was the first to come to his senses. He immediately prostrated himself on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "Master of the General Hall!"
The remaining Qionglou, Eclipse Saint, Xuanjian and others all bowed down with extremely respectful expressions.
Ji Yuenian's face was a little pale, and the divine sea in the palace was so dry that he almost fell from the shadow of the nine-petal lotus platform.
The cost of casting the "Reborn Buddha Curse" was too terrible, and Ji Yuenian's cultivation was too shallow. Even if he condensed the rare and incomparable foundation of Taoism, he could only barely cast the prototype of the "Reborn Buddha Curse". There is no more power available.
Lihen Divine Body gradually exerted its effect, and a blue halo surged from the limbs and bones, and finally filled the divine sea of the palace, turning into traces of pure profound energy, slowly replenishing the extremely depleted Lotus Platform Shrine.
Old Man Shouyan flew around the underground energy veins, with a solemn look on his face, and landed in front of Ji Yuenian who was adjusting his breath. He cupped his hands and said: "Master of the General Hall, in this battle, the three masters of the Soul-trapping Hall have fallen. There are nine protectors and twenty-eight souls trapped in the Soul Hall."
Qionglou walked closer, took a look at Ji Yuenian's complexion, and said, "If it weren't for the Chief Palace Master's intervention, I'm afraid we wouldn't be the opponents of everyone in the Xushan Realm."
Old Man Shouyan sighed and said: "This kind of human sect is really united. It is very different from our Taiyu Sheng sect. We still underestimate them."
While he was talking, rustling sounds suddenly reached his ears from all directions, making everyone in the Soul-falling Hall prick up their ears again.
A blazing white light and shadow passed across and landed in front of the underground energy veins.
It was a tall creature wearing a brocade-white robe, its head and face were covered, only a pair of white velvet hands and claws were vaguely exposed from the sleeves of the robe.
Old Man Shouyan sensed it for a moment, with a gloomy look on his face, and said: "Half step into the realm of the gods and spirits!"
The hanging sword on one side was a little indifferent, waving his hand and saying: "It's just one person, what are you afraid of him doing!?"
As soon as he finished speaking, several more blazing white lights appeared and fell behind the strange creature.
Xuan Jian moved his lips and closed his mouth wisely.
Before everyone in the Hall of Souls could react, a dense mass of blazing white light and shadow swept over. After a few breaths, hundreds of tall creatures in brocade-white robes gathered outside, silently and silently. He looked at the person trapped in the Spirit Hall above the ground energy.
Old Man Shouyan completely lost the bearing of being in the realm of the half-step spirit in the divine palace. The hairs all over his body suddenly appeared, and a biting chill swept over his soul. He trembled: "This is impossible! There are so many realms in the divine sea, half-step Shrine! This is absolutely impossible! How could there be such a terrifying force on the northern border of Beiju Luzhou!"
Xuanjian's face turned pale, and he took three steps back. He sensed the aura of these robed creatures over and over again, and stammered: "Unexpectedly... they are really all... the upper realm and the half-step divine palace on the Divine Sea..."
Qionglou's fair little face also completely lost its color, and he murmured: "How is this possible..."
Ji Yuenian sat on the floor, but there was not much panic in his expression. Although the depleted divine sea of the palace could no longer allow him to cast any spell, he was already prepared for the worst case of the annihilation of his soul.
Manpower is sometimes scarce, and Ji Yuenian's barely able to cast the Buddha's Curse has already put Ji Yuenian on the verge of exhaustion. Now he is faced with hundreds of strange and unpredictable divine sea realms and half-step temples. Even though Ji Yuenian's thoughts are evil and his understanding is as good as the sky. , in such a situation, there is no other way to think of except for the true spirit to return to the Imperial Water Seal.
The leader of the burqa creature waved his hand gently, and hundreds of brocade-white figures disappeared from the place in an instant, and the next moment they appeared on the underground energy.
Taiyin Saint Son Xuanjian turned his head to look at Ji Yuenian. Just as he was about to say something, his head was scratched by several claws, and his body fell softly. The long sword behind him, which had never been put away, also It fell to the ground and fell into silence.
Old Man Shouyan no longer cared about Ji Yuenian and the others. Gritting his teeth, his figure instantly turned into an illusory evil ghost and fled rapidly towards the sky.
But in the next moment, dozens of blazing white lights flashed upwards, directly tearing the ghost that Old Man Shouyan had transformed into into pieces.
Liu Chaoshan had just sacrificed a tripod-shaped pure yang magic weapon, and was pierced by several blazing white light rainbows, including the tripod. All the protective magic weapons were as fragile as paper and would break when touched in front of these ancient creatures. .
The guardians and deacons selected by the Soul Trap Hall from the Yuan Yan Realm are even more vulnerable. Every blazing white light and shadow passing by is the death of a creature in the Divine Sea Yunling Realm.
"Ji Yuenian, do you still remember when I healed your soul hundreds of years ago?"
Before those blazing white lights and shadows reached here, Qionglou turned his head and spoke softly.
Ji Yuenian was stunned for a moment and nodded slightly.
Qionglou chuckled and said: "At that time, I was already in the realm of Shenhai Yunling. When you killed Chen Yanyang of the Chen family with your cultivation in the realm of Guizhen, which hurt your soul, the master of the Yutai realm asked me to use Frost Condensation. The spell will help you heal your soul."
Ji Yuenian looked into the woman's calm eyes and fell silent.
Qionglou came closer and whispered in Ji Yuenian's ear: "At that time, I took a piece of snow jade and cast a spell on your forehead. Afterwards, you asked me why I didn't throw it away. I said that this jade was only used. Once, I lost something and it was a waste, so you had to use three thousand yuan stones to thank me. Do you still remember these things?"
She turned slightly sideways, and her long black hair fell on Ji Yuenian's fingers, feeling cool and soft to the touch.
"You have served as the guardian elder in the Qingluan Mountains for a hundred years, and it was I who came to pick you up and return to the Yutai realm. Do you still remember?"
Blazing white light and shadow penetrated, Qionglou's soft lips moved slightly, and said: "Ji Yuenian, I..."
Stopped abruptly.
Ji Yuenian stared blankly at Qionglou's quiet face with his eyes closed, as if he had met this cold and calm woman for the first time in hundreds of years.
After a few breaths, the young man in a black and gold robe hid all his emotions, his eyes returned to their former coldness, and he looked up at the densely packed creatures in brocade and white robes around him.
