I fished out corpses in Wuding River to extract entries

Hearing this, Yan Hui's expression under the mask also changed somewhat.

Xie Que lifted Yan Hui out of the water, with the blessing of Jiaolong Deshui.

She couldn't help but start to panic. No matter how she resisted, she was as helpless as a three-year-old child in Xie Que's hands.

A trace of panic flashed across the expression under the mask, and Yan Hui began to recite some obscure scripture.

But it was still a step slower.

The next moment, Yan Hui felt as if his body had been struck by lightning, as if something was being pulled out of his body.

Xie Que put his hand in front of his heart, used Gang Qi to penetrate the meridians in his body, and began to search.

With Xie Que's familiarity with the human body, he felt something was wrong with the right half of his heart in the blink of an eye.

There seemed to be a strange force inside, which completely swallowed up the Gang Qi input by Xie Que.

Xie Que's eyes narrowed, and he knew it was here.

Yan Huihan's hair stood on end and his heart tightened, already knowing that the other party had found the location of King Ming's Soul Lock Map.

The Gang Qi in her body began to knot in her heart, gradually forming a strange symbol.

Galan Sky Lock!

Yan Hui couldn't help but feel cold all over, and a strong sense of coercion suddenly came out.

This was Feng Zidu's method. Xie Que used it as a basis to lock the terrifying energy and blood in the heart of the orca's body.

"Click."

A sound like bone cracking came from Yan Hui's body.

The connection between King Ming's Soul Lock Diagram and Yan Hui Yin Shen was actually severed by the Jialan Sky Lock formed by this Gang Qi.

Many real people felt that the power of the blockade was gradually receding like the tide.

At this moment, they have been able to exert their cultivation to the second level of literary skills.

It's just that the remaining power of King Ming's Soul Lock Diagram has not yet completely dissipated.

The second level of literary skills is not even as good as a first level martial artist. They are still lambs to be slaughtered at this time.

Seeing this, the few masters from King Yanfang couldn't help but retreat from Linhu and suddenly retreated back.

Xie Queti held Yan Hui in his hand, and his movement was like a great roc coming to the world. In a matter of two breaths, he had captured the figures of those real people and brought them to the river.

These real people do not yet know Xie Que's identity at this time, but judging from his cultivation level, even King Ming's Soul Lock Diagram cannot threaten him.

It must be at least a master of the seventh or eighth level of Thunder Tribulation.

Although Xie Que did not hide his Qi and blood, everyone present thought that this was the special effect of his skills, rather than the power that a warrior could possess.

Xie Que threw one of the generals to the shore of the small car ditch, his expression still indifferent.

But these real people felt waves of overwhelming oppression in their hearts.

It was as if the person in front of him was not a person, but a terrifying monster.

One of the real people suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and said slowly: "Who are you? Why did you sneak into our Xuanjia Army?"

"There are not so many whys."

Xie Que didn't care at all, and in the disbelief eyes of these real people, he actually broke his neck in an instant.

The Yin Shen that escaped from him was completely evaporated by the Qi and blood field emanating from Xie Que's body in the blink of an eye.

Throwing the three corpses into the water, Xie Que seemed to have done an insignificant thing.

He looked at Yan Hui, who was also cold all over.

Where did this living King of Hell come from?

Without asking a word, he broke the necks of those real people and killed the Yin Shen.

Yan Hui could already imagine his own fate.

Xie Que put his hand on Yan Hui's shoulder, Gang Qi kept groping for it.

He opened his mouth and asked: "How to take out this Mingwang Soul Lock Diagram?"

Yan Hui was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but sneered: "If you want to know, you must first..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xie Que: "Forget it."

Remembering that the Death Judgment Diagram also had the function of retrieving memories, Xie Que rushed out with a punch.

The huge fist force triggered a chain of gang energy in Yan Hui's body, which actually caused huge roaring and exploding sounds.

The mask on his head had sunk deeply, leaving a fist mark in the air.

"It's not broken." Xie Que was a little surprised.

If you knew it, you would have a damage bonus to the head blow.

By worshiping gods and entering Taoism, Yan Hui did not have any Yin gods flying out of his body.

Instead, an invisible true spirit flew out and rushed to an unknown place.

She may be reborn again, or she may fall forever, it depends on God's will.

After throwing the body into the water, Xie Que looked up at the huge bronze coffin in the air.

After a period of suppression, the aura emanating from the coffin was no longer as evil as before.

At this time, Xie Que had a thought and picked up the silver-white stone that the real person in front of him had dropped, and blood poured into it crazily.

Those Xuanjia soldiers who wanted to flee when they saw their real group was destroyed suddenly became paralyzed.

They instantly felt that the energy and blood in their bodies was extremely abundant, even exceeding the limit that their bodies could bear, as if they were about to explode on the spot.

There were a few soldiers who didn't believe in the evil place, and still tried to escape.

But Xie Que thought, and those soldiers bled from their orifices and died immediately.

The Xuanjia Army suddenly became unable to settle down anymore.

"Let's see who wants to escape."

Xie Que turned around and glanced coldly.

He turned around, not in a hurry to retrieve the body from the river, but looked towards the other side of the river.

The real people on the other side breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Yan Hui dead.

Feeling the power gradually returning to their bodies, they began to gain confidence.

The Taoist priest also took the initiative to shout to Xie Que: "This fellow Taoist, I am a poor Taoist."

"Thank you fellow Taoist for your generous help."

"I don't know where my friend comes from? What orthodoxy does he belong to?"

Xie Que ignored him and just glanced at his uncle Nan Guang secretly.

Nanguang instantly understood Xie Que's intention, which was not to reveal his identity.

He also nodded slightly, and then pinched the senior brother next to him who was about to move.

Yun Guang was a little confused, so Nan Guang quickly sent a message to him.

Seeing that his uncle had already responded, Xie Que didn't say a word.

He just jumped into the water, picked up a few corpses and disappeared in an instant.

Only those real people were left looking at each other with doubts in their eyes.

After Xie Que left, the Xuanjia soldiers who collapsed on the ground suddenly felt that the violent energy and blood in their bodies that were about to explode left their bodies.

They immediately got up and wanted to escape.

But at this time, the real people had regained their magical powers, and just a wave of their hands trapped these hundreds of people in place.

Among the Xuanjia Army, a martial arts master stood up boldly, with a pale face: "Thank you all for your help, I was able to kill that thief."

The moon-robed monk, who was the leader among the real people, had a smile on his face.

He knew the warrior's intention, so he just smiled and said: "All of you are decent people here, so you don't need to worry about causing this murder."

"Since you are a smart man, the poor monk is not a cruel person. You can just take off your armor and return to the fields."

However, this action was entirely aimed at the secret sect, and there was no evidence of rebellion.

It would be meaningless if they killed all these Black Armor troops here.

Moreover, many monks and Taoists did not dare to go against the decision on behalf of Shuiyue Chanyuan and just nodded.

"The mirror flower is a metaphor, a whale swallows the world."

A huge black and white whale body appeared behind the moon-robed monk, which was like a siphon.

The next moment, under the dull eyes of many soldiers, most of the energy and blood in their bodies was drained.

This martial arts cultivation has been completely dissipated.

And the figure of the giant whale behind the monk actually increased in size.

The Taoist priest who greeted Xie Que kept flattering him: "As expected of him, he is a direct descendant of the emperor's master."

"Master Huizhen, if the demon King Wu Ming has a soul lock diagram, your metaphor can easily crush her."

Master Huizhen shook his head and ignored the soldiers who were fleeing in all directions. He just turned to look at Yun Guang: "Your secret sect is a serious concern of King Yan. Although its action failed this time, I'm afraid your life will not be easy in the future. ”

Yun Guang was silent and knew the reason.

Although King Yan had been eyeing the secret sect for a long time, this was the first time he took action.

If there is no thank you, I'm afraid they will succeed.

Even the discerning people of the sect can see that it is a conspiracy against the secret sect, but the King of Yan also has a legitimate reason, and the secret sect will also struggle in this Yan land from now on.

At this time, Xie Que had already flown over ten miles away.

He looked at the Death Judgment Diagram in front of him with surprise on his face.

Including Yan Hui, there were four entries in total, but the quality was beyond Xie Que's expectation.

Left hand mastery: blue entry, your left hand will be more refined and powerful.

Moving like wind and thunder: Blue entry, your attack speed is increased by 20%.

Vajra Angry Eyes: Purple entry, your strength continues to increase with the level of your anger, up to three times.

But what surprised Xie Que the most was that one of the people actually set off a golden light!

Death Eye: Golden entry, you can see the "scars of death" on all living things, which can cause a fatal effect after being crushed.