Chapter 371 Blood Killing Soul: Why don’t you interrogate me! Mahayana realm skills? ! I don't understand! This Li Xunhuan has excellent aptitude. It’s OK that he cultivates quickly and has strong supernatural powers, but how come he also has a Mahayana-level technique to pass on? He personally searched this tiny place in the human world over and over again. I'm afraid that the people who came down from the ancient spiritual world don't have such a realm? Not to mention the elixirs, ancient treasures, and natural treasures suitable for the spiritual cultivators! Could it be that he was communicating with the immortal world through the spirit world above? Did this thing fall down? Not scientific! He was puzzled. "Brother Linghu, Fellow Daoist Nangong, are you guys kidding me?" "That's a bad word." Linghu responded with a proud look on his face,

"My senior brother is just a scholar, how could he deceive you? I can testify to this matter. Guanjiangkou does have a Mahayana-level inheritance, and there is more than one." He thought that since his senior brother didn't mind the information being made public, he, as his junior brother, would naturally not hesitate to prove it. After hearing his promise, Xiang Zhili and Feng Feng felt their hearts speed up and heat surge up to their brains. He swallowed his saliva unconsciously with a gulp, but he couldn't extinguish the fire in his heart no matter what. Mahayana-level skills inheritance, magical powers, magic weapons, elixirs, and spiritual veins! Just a few words, but they are the symbol of wealth, friends, Dharma and land. In other words, with these things, isn’t the human world also a spiritual world? What is their purpose in entering the spirit world? Naturally, it is nothing more than immortality and cultivation. And behind the two is exactly these. Furthermore, he was just a casual cultivator who ascended to the spiritual world. He was unfamiliar with the place and it was unknown whether he could obtain high-level skills and elixirs. Now there is an opportunity right at their doorstep that can allow them to get everything, will they take it? Of course I agree! Hesitation for even a second would be disrespectful to the hundreds of years of searching for the reverse spirit channel. Xiang Zhili and Feng Feng stood up with solemn expressions, bowed and saluted towards the Tiannan Continent from a distance. Then the two turned around and said to Linghu and Nangong solemnly, "Since Brother Dao needs it, the two of us should do our part to help the human world." "But if you are sent, you must obey." Linghu stroked his beard, nodded, and nodded with satisfaction. The coldness on Nangong Yingying's face towards strangers also faded a lot. At this moment, a voice that had been ignored for a long time sounded nearby. "Actually, I can, too." The four of them looked over and saw Bai Huan with a serious expression, as if asking to join in. The five of them smiled at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly changed and became lively. "Hahaha, Brother Bai is truly a wonderful person." "From now on, let the human world become greater!" "Well said, but Brother Xiang, don't you worry about your Kunwu Mountain anymore?"

"Brother Li Dao has boundless magical powers. How can a mere Kunwu Mountain be a problem for you?" "Yes, in my opinion, Brother Li Dao can easily conquer Kunwu Mountain and Zhuimo Valley with just a few moves." "Hahaha." The laughter traveled far away, echoing throughout the Zhenhuan Mountains. . . . On the other side, where Tiannan meets the prairie, the loess plain is less than a hundred miles deep, and there is a bare little rocky mountain that is only a few hundred feet high. On this day, a white cloud passed through the sky and landed in front of a stone mountain, turning into Li Xunhuan and a nine-tailed fox! The nine-tailed fox tilted its head, its bright black eyes swirling around, swallowing the beautiful and seductive female voice. "Isn't the master going to the Devil Valley?" Li Xunhuan looked at the small stone mountain. It was lacking in spiritual energy and there was no grass growing on it. There were only huge gray-white rocks standing there. After a quick comparison, he confirmed that it was the cave residence of Master Cangkun provided by Marquis Nanlong. When he heard Yin Yue's words, his bright eyes moved, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said mysteriously, “Of course this place is also known as the Little Devil Valley!” Little Devil Valley? Yin Yue rolled her eyes, obviously not believing it. Really, if you want to deceive the fox, at least find a decent excuse. She is just a small level ten nine-tailed fox. How can she resist? "This is it, time to get to work." Li Xunhuan pushed out with one hand, and a bright light shone from his palm, which looked like an array, a magic weapon, or a spell. It flew forward in an ordinary way and disappeared into the rocks. Just three seconds later, the earth shook and the small stone mountain was split into two. The crack in the middle was ten feet wide, and there were bluestone steps leading directly to the underground. He took half a step, and with an idea in his mind, he used a large formation to protect him and Yin Yue. Then he turned into a startling rainbow and went down the stairs. After a while, he entered a huge hall that was dozens of feet wide. The walls are crystal clear and difficult to penetrate with spiritual sense. But that is for Nascent Soul cultivators. The great master Li Xunhuan, who had attained the state of incarnation, pushed out another palm, and a mysterious light shone from his palm. The moment it touched the wall, the formation pattern dissipated, revealing a bluestone wall and a stone door. He swaggered forward, pushed the door open, and what came into view was a familiar yet unfamiliar hall. In the center of the hall stood a one- or two-story white jade pavilion with the words "Yuji Pavilion" written on it. At the door of the attic, there was an old altar, on which was placed a silver-white scroll several feet long. At this point, Li Xunhuan stopped. But Yin Yue was still unaware of this, and took two more steps on her fox legs that were not stained by dust before she stopped. Turning his head and looking at Li Xunhuan, the fox's head was a mess. It's like treasure hunting, but it's also like going home. If you say you're going home, how can you not go home?

Little Demon Valley, are you here to kill demons? At this moment, Li Xunhuan waved his hand and a white cloud appeared, then he rolled up the scroll and let it open in the air, revealing a background image of a Confucian scholar with a long sword on his back and looking up at the sky. "Is young friend Cang Kun here?" One moment, one second, three seconds, nothing happened. At the same time, in the mustard seed space of the scroll, a blurry figure looked up to the sky and roared, spitting and cursing. "What the hell? The aptitude of Cang Kun's descendants is so strong that they can actually cultivate to the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation?" "Why is my luck always so good?!" "I'm sick!" For a moment, no one in the hall, including the people, the Nine-Tailed Fox, and the scroll, spoke. A moment later, when the nine-tailed fox was about to take out a fruit to relieve his boredom, a clear male voice came from the scroll for no reason, with a hint of melancholy hidden in it. "I'm not here." The screen glowed with silver light, and the scholar on it suddenly came to life, turned around, and revealed his true appearance. It was a middle-aged man with a short beard and a dignified temperament, but his face was full of unhappiness. There really are people here. Yin Yue thought to herself. At that time, the middle-aged scholar in the portrait had a cold face and said sternly, "Young man, even if you are my descendant, don't think you can easily inherit my legacy." Just as he was trying to seduce him, his right eyelid suddenly twitched and he looked over. He saw a long sail emerging from behind the handsome man. The golden mast was shaped like a raven and the flag was ghostly. A black spot appeared in the center of the banner, and quickly spread out into a circular portal. The inside was dark, mysterious and dangerous. The wind blew for no reason. In the portrait, his clothes were tilted by the wind, his hands were resisting the wind, and his mouth was still in a posture. "Youngster, how dare you betray your master and ancestors?" "Stop it now, I'll give you everything!" "I know a secret place, it's the spiritual medicine garden of the ancient monks, there are thousands of years old spiritual medicines everywhere!" A ball of green light shot out from the painting. Just as it turned into a grayish-white shadow of a middle-aged man, it was swept up by the cold wind. It could no longer maintain its shape and went into the black hole on the banner little by little. "Speak, what do you want to say?" (End of this chapter)