Ji Hongchen summoned his soul power and wanted to resist, but he couldn't stop the attack of the master of transformation.
With a puff!
A huge human head, soaring into the sky!
Then, the head of the Rain Master Hall, the Tianguan Hall Master, and the Wuxing Hall Master were beheaded one by one, without any resistance!
"Da Luo faction, when the martial arts conference is over, I will go to Lingnan and uproot you!"
"Tumor!"
Luo Yun couldn't calm down.
So far, among the nine masters who came to assassinate him, eight of them died, and only the Ghost King escaped.
"Hmph, these people are simply here to give experience points."
With a wave of his hand, Luo Yun put the soul thoughts of Hall Master Yushi and Hall Master Tianguan into the map of hell.
The Master of the Wuxing Hall is a master of martial arts, and he has nothing to use except for two volumes of martial arts cheats.
As soon as Ji Hongchen died, the Da Luo illusion covering the coast was shattered, and a broken compass fell from the sky.
Luo Yun stretched out his hand to catch it.
"This is¡¡"
"The magic weapon to create Da Luo's illusion? The cracks on it seem to have existed."
"Take it first."
Turn your hands into the ring.
Then, he found another cheat book from Ji Hongchen, Da Luo Tianyin.
"What a magical sound technique!"
"You don't need to mobilize a little soul power, just by speaking, you can unconsciously influence the consciousness of others and play with it between applause."
"The art of controlling people by the powerful officials in ancient times!"
"Go back and learn."
After putting it away, he took out a few Lihuo Talismans and burned the corpses clean.
The crisis has been resolved, and Zui Xue Feijian got back into his body and fell into a deep sleep, but Luo Yun remained vigilant all the time, guarding against another sneak attack by the ghost king and even Xingsun.
"Sister Yafei, are you alright?"
Luo Yun came over.
The sword wound on the ribs under the chest has healed.
For him, the healing aura of Immortal Medicine Sutra is a passive skill.
"Luo Yun!"
Concubine Tang Ya hid behind a tree on the coast, and the temperament she had cultivated in high positions all the year round did not make her yell or cry.
But when Luo Yun came over, she still couldn't help it, and gently threw herself into the arms of this man.
Something called a sense of security came to my mind.
Warm and fragrant nephrite, with a strong fragrance, Luo Yun touched his nose, but did not push the woman away.
"Luo Yun, who are they and why did they kill you?"
Tang Yafei's lips parted slightly, her voice was trembling, but she didn't cry.
"I don't know, maybe I want to know my secret."
Luo Yun shrugged.
"Then are you okay?"
"What do you think?"
Luo Yun chuckled, but his face was a little more ruddy than before, as if he had taken a tonic and instantly regained his vitality.
The cultivation of soul power has taken a step further.
"That's good¡¡"
Concubine Tang Ya breathed a sigh of relief, her delicate body trembling slightly.
Luo Yun patted her on the back, "It's okay, I will protect you, Sister Yafei."
"No!"
The woman shook her head, took a step back, her eyes flickered:
"Luo Yun, you know that I am a strong person."
"I don't want you as a younger brother, but always protect my elder sister. I want to have the power to protect myself, and even, one day, I will come to protect you!"
After hearing this, Luo Yun laughed:
"Wow, that's a good relationship! I don't know how cool it is to be a little boy and eat soft food!"
"I'm looking forward to it~"
Luo Yun didn't know this joke, but decades later, it became true.
"Let's get out of here first."
Luo Yun took Tang Yafei's hand.
"Um¡¡"
ten minutes later.
The two detoured around the path and returned to the hotel suite.
After Ah Ping and Garfield learned about the incident, they were shocked. In just a few minutes, such a big thing happened!
Luo Yun returned to his bedroom and couldn't help but check the results of tonight's battle.
A map of hell.
The red light is billowing, and the heat is steaming.
There are a thousand soul thoughts floating in the air, exuding crystal luster.
Among them, there are more than 500 thoughts, crystal clear as jade, obviously four or five times larger than the others, and presenting a beautiful rhombus shape, like well-cut diamonds.
If you observe carefully, you can even see that there are traces of electric light emerging from these thoughts, which are very small, but endow the thoughts with a pure yang force!
Of course, very subtle.
"The deity of this lifeless old mother should have survived the thunder disaster, but failed."
"It's only when you think about it that there are strands of electric light lingering around."
"This is the power of pure yang."
Luo Yun judged.
I was also forced to go through the 'little thunder tribulation'. Although I was chopped badly, the soul thought tempered by lightning is obviously much stronger!
Thunder is one of the most miraculous substances in this world.
There is the power of life, but also the power of death, as well as the wonderful power to transform the 'yin soul' into a 'yang soul'.
"It's such a powerful idea. One can be as good as Mo Li's ten. Refining all of them, I can drive the wooden puppet at will!"
Luo Yun couldn't bear it anymore.
Immediately activate the red light in the map of hell, and refine the thoughts of Ji Hongchen, Mo Li and others first.
Two day-traveling realm 'real people', five object-controlling realm 'mysterious masters', a total of 500 thoughts, all refined in one hour, and integrated into their own souls.
(ps: Thoughts are containers for storing soul power. Soul power can be quickly extracted, but it takes a certain amount of time to refine thoughts)
The moment to swallow these five hundred thoughts!
In Luo Yun's brain, countless micro-ideas were rearranged.
The soul power is surging, constantly gathering and dispersing.
Until one after another, the purple natal thoughts were born, crystal clear, square and square, as beautiful as amethyst.
"continue!"
Luo Yun is still not satisfied.
Then drive the red light in the hell map to refine the 500 precious "half-thunder catastrophe thoughts" of the inanimate mother.
The idea of ??being in contact with Thunder is different, and he immediately felt a lot of resistance.
"Damn, it's so hard!"
"The cultivation of this lifeless old mother is absolutely beyond the realm of the gods, even a clone is so powerful!"
"If I didn't have the Drunken Snow Sword, I would probably die tonight"
Luo Yun sat cross-legged on the carpet, frowning.
On his forehead, sweat was densely covered.
"As expected of a god born at the end of the Ming Dynasty, more than six hundred years have passed, and he is still alive, and his cultivation base is so powerful!"
"But it seems that she is trapped in a place called Taohuayuan?"
"Peach Blossom Spring, Peach Blossom Spring, is it the Peach Blossom Spring in Tao Yuanming's "The Peach Blossom Spring"?"
While refining, Luo Yun recalled the ancient prose in his Chinese textbook.
"In the Taiyuan period of the Jin Dynasty, Wuling people fished for a living. They walked along the stream, forgetting the distance of the road. Suddenly, they came across a peach blossom forest, with hundreds of steps between the banks, and there were no miscellaneous trees in it. The grass was delicious and the flowers were colorful. The fishermen were very different. , go forward again, want to make the forest poor"
"It is recorded in the article that the residents of Taohuayuan came to live in Taohuayuan to avoid the war in Qin Dynasty."
"If the legend is true, then Peach Blossom Spring has a history of at least 2,300 years!"
"I don't know what kind of world it isit sounds like a fairyland"
Luo Yun melted into his own soul while refining the thoughts of the lifeless old mother.
I do not know how long it has been.
In Luo Yun's brain, there are more than 400 dark purple thoughts, all of which are full of food and drink, full of soul power, radiant and radiant, and beautiful.
"Four hundred and ninety-nine thoughts"
"The pinnacle of day travel."
"Can't break through the five hundred?"
Luo Yun opened his eyes.
In the map of hell, there are still three hundred and sixty thoughts of lifeless old mothers left, which cannot be refined.
His soul seemed to be full, and all of them became bulging and round, and it would explode if he ate any more.
"Oops!"
"What time is it?"
"I won't miss the game, will I?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com