"Master, where is Xuan'er!"
Seeing Lan Youmeng's cold face and a bit of anger in her eyes, Bingchen felt anxious and asked quickly.
"Abducted by a ghost."
Hearing this, the expressions of Bingchen and Yu Jingyan suddenly changed.
"When!" Bingchen asked subconsciously.
But as soon as he finished speaking, he cursed himself for asking nonsense.
"Just now, I think the Yin spirit took a fancy to Xuan'er's body and wanted to take it away."
When Bing Chen heard this, he felt anxious and instantly became furious, with murderous intent filling his eyes.
The spiritual consciousness was extended to the maximum extent, but due to the interference of various formations here and the obstruction of the soul fog, Lan Youmeng could only vaguely detect the general direction of Ling Xuan.
Killing formation, confusion formation, phantom formation... many formations. Although Lan Youmeng was able to detect it in advance and avoid it, she was also delayed a lot of time. It took nearly half an hour to cover only a dozen miles.
It wasn't until a certain moment that a glimmer of light came from the distance, and a sneer appeared on the corner of Lan Youmeng's mouth, and she suddenly accelerated and ran straight away.
A white jade stone platform with a strange shape and a faint light makes people feel intimidated. Rich soul power seeped out from it, and as far as the eye could see, there was a hazy soul mist all around.
It was deathly silent, without any sign of life, which made people shudder.
"get out."
Lan Youmeng's cold voice sounded, and at the same time, her jade hands made secrets, and a red light of soul power quickly took shape.
"snort!"
A cold snort came out, and then a figure appeared on the white jade stone platform. Hao Ran was Ling Xuan.
"Xuan'er!"
Bing Chen exclaimed, but when he noticed Ling Xuan's expression, his expression suddenly filled with murderous intent and ice-cold. Then he stretched out his hand to hold it, and the ice jade flute appeared in his hand.
She glanced at Bing Chen indifferently. She didn't care at all about such a small character on the fourth level of Naling. However, when she saw the white jade long flute in Bing Chen's hand, her expression suddenly changed, and murderous intent flashed in her eyes. With a gentle kick, he took the ice dust away.
"court death."
Lan Youmeng shouted coldly, and struck down with a soul whip. Ling Xuan frowned, not daring to fight, and quickly stepped back.
At the same time, the flute sound sounded, and the icicles quickly condensed and shot towards Ling Xuan.
A trace of surprise flashed in her eyes. When Ling Xuan raised her hand, the ice shattered, but then her expression changed.
Looking sideways, he saw that a bit of ice crystal on his arm melted quickly, and a wisp of cold air spread from there, raging towards the whole body.
"Ice Soul Mysterious Needle!"
"Boy, who are you, how can you know the Ice Soul Mysterious Needle!" Ling Xuan asked immediately.
I was secretly annoyed because I hadn't succeeded in seizing the body yet, and I couldn't control my body flexibly. In addition, Lan Youmeng had diverted most of my attention, and was actually plotted by a small character.
It was at this time that Lan Youmeng Soul Whip came quietly, and when she wanted to avoid it, a hint of pain suddenly appeared in Ling Xuan's eyebrows. Immediately afterwards, a ray of white light flew out from Ling Xuan's head, and the next moment, she fell helplessly from the air.
Taking this opportunity, Lan You rolled up his Menghun Whip and pulled Ling Xuan to his side.
A finger was placed between Ling Xuan's eyebrows, and after a brief inspection, Lan Youmeng breathed a sigh of relief.
"Xuan'er wake up!"
Lan Youmeng gave a soft drink, and the next moment, Ling Xuan's delicate body trembled and she immediately opened her eyes.
A flash of panic flashed across her eyes, but when she saw Lan Youmeng in front of her, Ling Xuan gradually calmed down.
"snort!"
In the distance, the female Yin spirit in white looked angry, looking at Lan Youmeng with both unwillingness and fear.
"You're smart, you didn't hurt Xuan'er's soul, otherwise your soul will be destroyed." Lan Youmeng said in a cold voice.
"It's shameless to say that, just because of you, we don't know who will win here." The female Yin spirit in white said with a cold face.
"Really? I will destroy your intelligence and refine your soul power today." With that said, Lan Youmeng took action again. With a wave of her jade hand, whip shadows filled the sky and struck at the female ghost in white.
She was afraid. Although Lan Youmeng's soul power appeared to be only at the level of concentration, the female Yin spirit in white instinctively felt waves of oppression when facing her, as if she could kill herself easily.
This feeling makes the white-clothed female Yin spirit feel very ridiculous. In this evil cave, she is not afraid of even the Yuan Shaping realm monks, but now she is afraid of a soul who only has the Condensation realm.
After retreating again and again, until they retreated to the stone platform, the female Yin spirit in white felt a little at ease.
With a hand seal, majestic soul power spurted out from the stone platform. A long sword of soul power condensed for a moment, and then was slashed out with one sword.
The whip shadow collapsed and the long sword dissipated. Lan Youmeng's pretty face turned pale and she was shocked to retreat one after another.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Bingchen grabbed Lan Youmeng and blocked her behind him.
With a sneer at the corner of her mouth, the female Yin spirit in white taunted: "So that's it, the soul has collapsed and only the true spirit is left. With your current state, consuming your soul power like this, in a few moments, without me taking action, you will become a soul by yourself." Collapse. It’s really a joke that you still boast about destroying my intelligence.”
"snort!"
Bing Chen snorted coldly, his spiritual power surged, and a faint blood light surrounded his body. The ice jade flute touched his lips lightly, and flute sounds came out again.
"Feng Yunwu!"
At the same time, Ling Xuan gave a soft drink, and the blood-colored wind blade suddenly rose, followed by the blood-colored ice and swept towards the female Yin spirit in white.
"Ningshuang!"
With a low groan, the female Yin spirit in white was startled again.
Feeling a little excited and a little uneasy, the female Yin spirit in white destroyed the ice and the wind blade with one palm, and immediately asked: "Ice jade flute and frost sword, where did you get them?"
"none of your business."
Bing Chen yelled loudly, and immediately shot out three ice soul needles, and at the same time he was about to play the flute again.
With an angry look on her face, the female Yin Ling in white snorted coldly. As she kneaded with her bare hands, a powerful hand with soul power formed in an instant and slammed towards Bing Chen and the others.
Seeing this, Lan Youmeng was slightly startled, her eyes were cold, her soul power surged, and she immediately made a final seal.
However, just when he was about to use all his strength, he noticed the expression of the female Yin spirit in white at this moment, and immediately stopped his strength, sneered, and let the powerful hand of soul power take down her.
Breaking out in a cold sweat, Bing Chen felt cold as he looked at the unavoidable hand of soul power, and was ready to fight at all costs. However, just when it was about to explode with all its spiritual power, the big hand of soul power suddenly stopped half a foot above the heads of several people.
Huge coercion came over, and Bingchen and the other three groaned at the same time, their bodies went limp and they almost fell to the ground.
Bing Chen gritted his teeth and braced himself on the ground, his Blood Soul Skill running wildly to compete with the pressure of the divine soul.
"Tell me, who are you and where is Bing Yu?" The female Yin spirit in white asked, staring at the few people with unkind eyes.
Hearing this, Bing Chen and Ling Xuan were shocked, and their eyes immediately turned towards the female Yin spirit.
Feeling a little excited in his heart and a little unkind in his eyes, Bing Chen immediately asked: "Who are you?"
"Boy, I'm asking you, please tell me."
There was obviously some urgency in his tone.
"No comment." Bing Chen said coldly.
"You! Humph!"
With another cold snort, the female Yin spirit's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the ice dust flew towards her uncontrollably while holding it in her bare hands.
"elder brother!"
Ling Xuan was startled and grabbed Bing Chen, her spiritual power was running wildly, her eyes instantly turned red, there was a lot of blood outside her body, and a strong wind immediately blew up.
"Xuan'er, don't panic."
Lan Youmeng's voice sounded in Ling Xuan's mind, and her eyes immediately turned to him in prayer.
He looked calm, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, as if he was not worried at all. He nodded slightly to Ling Xuan, and at the same time said via voice: "Don't worry."
"Don't tell me!" the female Yin spirit shouted coldly.
Bingchen's eyes were cold, and he looked straight at her, looking like he would rather die than surrender.
"court death."
As he raised his hand, a soul whip suddenly formed and whipped towards Bing Chen.
Ling Xuan was shocked and quickly looked at Lan Youmeng, only to see the corners of her mouth slightly raised and her red lips parted slightly as she said, "His name is Bing Chen!"
The whip shadow stopped immediately and was only a few inches away from Bing Chen.
"Son of Bingyu, are you sure you want to fight?" Lan Youmeng mocked.
The delicate body of the female Yin spirit in white trembled, but then her expression turned cold and she shouted angrily, "Impossible! If you dare to lie to me, you are seeking death!"
"Believe it or not, there is no need for me to lie to you, a little girl who refuses to rest in peace."
Until now, Bing Chen and Ling Xuanruo would be idiots if they still didn't understand that this female ghost in white was related to Aunt Bing.
"What's your relationship with Aunt Bing?" Bing Chen asked.
The female Yin spirit in white didn't answer and asked: "Who are you and what is your relationship with Bingyu?"
Seeing the eagerness in the white-clothed female Yin spirit's expression and the complex emotions of excitement, uneasiness, and worry about gains and losses in her eyes, Bing Chen knew that this woman must have a special relationship with Aunt Bing, and did not continue to hide it, and immediately said: "Bing Yu is My foster mother."
"What's the proof?" The female Yin spirit in white asked immediately.
"Do I need to prove it to you?"
"you!"
The female Yin spirit in white looked slightly angry, but she was secretly relieved.
Although Bing Chen didn't produce any special evidence, she had already confirmed most of it based on the ice jade flute in his hand and the Bing Soul Su Xin Jue he had just used.
Staring at Bing Chen, her expression gradually softened. After a while, the female Yin spirit in white whispered: "My name is Bingyun, Junior Sister Bingyu."
Bing Chen and Ling Xuan were startled at the same time, but then their expressions became full of excitement.
As he waved his hand, the big hand of soul power dissipated and slowly sent Bing Chen back to the ground. Bingyun said in a trembling voice: "Can you show me Bing Yuxiao?"
After taking a deep look at Bingyun and pondering for a moment, Bingchen waved his hand gently, and Bingyuxiao flew in front of her.
The jade hand gently rubbed it, and the expression in his eyes was complicated, like nostalgia, sadness, and a bit of desolation.
"Thousand-year-old black ice white jade, engraved with a fourth-level ice killing formation, and then refined by the Ice Soul Art for more than ten years. Every carving is made by my senior sister." Bingyun whispered.
Bingchen and the others listened without saying anything to disturb them. Perhaps they were affected by Bingyun's mood. The expressions of Bingchen, Lingxuan and Yu Jingyan also fell into a depression, and a little sadness came to their hearts.
"Being able to give you the ice jade flute that you regard as a treasure is enough to show your status in senior sister's heart. Is she okay now?" Bingyun asked.
Hearing this, Bingchen's expression became more and more sad, and he said in a low voice: "A few years ago, Aunt Bing left Jianling City."
Bingyun was slightly startled and whispered: "Leave!" But immediately, there was a little bit of inexplicable joy in her expression.
"Just leave, just leave!"
He slowly walked down the stone platform and came to a few people. He held the ice jade flute in both hands and handed it back to Bing Chen.
"Chen'er, can I call you that?" Bingyun asked.
Bingchen nodded and said in a trembling voice: "Yun... Aunt Yun."
A slight smile appeared on his face, the previous coldness was gone, and there was a hint of excitement that could not be concealed in his soft eyes.
"I didn't expect that after being dead for so long, I could still see my junior in this dark place where the sun never shines. How pitiful, how pitiful," Bingyun said excitedly.
Although there was a smile on his face, the misery in his eyes was obvious.
"Chen'er, can you tell me about the outside world? How has Senior Sister been doing these past few decades?" Bingyun asked softly.
