C14

After this battle, the Shen family established their prestige in the cultivation world. However, they had always been a mysterious sect that rarely stepped foot into the human world. After becoming the head of a family, they would close their doors and stay in seclusion.

But today, Jin Fengnan actually met the heir of the White Snake, Shen Fanjun. If the Shen family came out of the world again, what kind of storm would the cultivation world create? In this life or death situation, Jin Fengnan did not have time to think carefully. Gritting her teeth, she made up her mind and thought, "There's no other way. Perhaps he might get lucky and be able to pass this trial today! Even if I can't, sigh, die in her hands, I'm willing to do it. "

A strange light suddenly flashed in his eyes. His dirty eyes that were initially like a dead fish's eyes turned bright, like a deep and seductive lake of blue water that was rippling with light. Shen Fa Jun looked in and actually felt his mind tremble, as a strange desire welled up within him, almost unable to control himself.

This feeling! This kind of feeling was akin to the heart and soul of someone who had met the beauty of Qingcheng.

He was surprised to find that his spiritual power was fluctuating. It seemed as if he was about to lose control of his body. He hurriedly tried to defend his mind. The white snake let out a hissing sound and started to circle around to form a defensive posture. His expression was solemn as he guarded against Jin Fengnan's attacks. In his mind, his mother had warned him before he left the house: Walking in the martial arts world's Fourth Code. When there are too many unknowns in battle, it's best to be quiet and not move.

However, it was not long before Shen Fa Jun regretted his decision, crying out in his heart: dogmatism kills people! If only he had killed Jin Fengnan from the beginning, why would he have waited! However, he did not take any medicine for regret. Golden Phoenix South Hand formed a spirit art and the fluctuating lake water in his eyes suddenly retreated. All that was left was the dry bottom of the lake. It was a pair of empty eyes! In the instant of thunder and lightning, a white line shot out from Jin Fengnan's Baihui point, spinning in the air, shining with a bright and clean radiance like the stars, spinning, becoming bigger and bigger, gradually becoming a silk scroll, and then slowly opening.

When the white line shot out, Shen Fa Jun felt that something was wrong. But just as he was about to attack, he felt an uncontrollable desire to seize control of his spiritual consciousness. Right now, he just wanted to take a look at the contents of the scroll.

It was a beauty! Even though the painting only outlined the weak figure of a willow tree with a few strokes and its pink surface was light and elegant, he knew that it was a beauty.

The moment he saw it, Shen Fa Jun felt a surge in his chest, as if the painting contained a wisp of his soul and was connected to his life by tens of thousands of threads. It was as if this soul, which had been in the cycle of reincarnation for thousands of years, was floating in this mortal world, searching for a chance to meet him. The girl's eyes in the painting looked at him, just like the waves in the lake, but a thousand times deeper, a thousand times stronger, a thousand times softer. Inadvertently, her heart sank. He was in great grief! Desire, longing, pity, adoration, sorrow, all sorts of feelings were mixed in his heart. He was unable to control himself.

"The beauty is drunk, the beauty is drunk! Weak autumn wind, beautiful eyes sad! Thinking of beauty, sadness, and having no chance to meet, thinking of sorrow! She was looking forward to the return of the beauty! Return, return, return, return! "

His lips moved as he chanted in an intoxicated manner, his voice getting louder and louder and his mind became more and more confused. When he finished reciting the last line, "I'm back", he flicked his long sleeve and raised his head to shout. His face was covered in tears. At this time, he felt that the spirit energy in his body had already left his control. Like a wild horse escaping from its restraints, it surged towards the scroll, but he actually felt a wave of lust, as if he had entered the heavenly paradise. He did not want to resist, but instead, he closed his eyes and allowed his spirit energy to leak out.

In a moment of desperation, he bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood, forcefully pulling his emotions back. But it was too late, other than the portion of memories that belonged to a mortal that remained in his body, all the other mental energies that he had cultivated over the years had been destroyed. Once it was, he could no longer control his body and fell down from the clouds. He subconsciously called out to the white snake spirit beast beside him, but realized that he had lost all connection with it. Looking up at the white scroll floating in the clouds, he muttered, "That, that is the legendary 'Xumi Illusion'? I am really useless, second uncle. " The moment before he lost consciousness, he suddenly smiled, "Forget it! I'm willing to do that! If only I could meet her again! "

Shen Fa Jun fell from the sky, losing his spirit power, so he was no longer worried, and the white snake had lost its master's control and disappeared. According to the rumors, Jin Feng Nan had killed off all the strong enemies, but he did not look happy at all, instead, his face was trembling, and his body was wrinkling into a terrifying ball, as he looked at the woman in the painting with admiration and reverence.

In the days when he had been in possession of a treasure, his spiritual energy had been sucked dry time and time again. He had gone from a chivalrous hero to his current appearance, but he had never regretted it. In order to keep her, he was afraid that she would find someone else. He used up over a thousand years of his true essence and sealed her in the Hundred Meetings Acupoint, then signed a contract with her. As long as he could supply her with enough spiritual power for a long period of time, she would always be by his side. Over the years, he searched everywhere for secret arts and learned to absorb the spiritual energy of cultivators. He even learned the Nether Magic that could absorb a mortal's soul directly. Time and time again, every time he undid her seal for her to absorb, he could feel her need growing. Maybe the next time, he would be sucked dry?

He had been hiding in River City for the past few days, using the drought to agitate people's panic and resentment. He also planned to absorb the souls of those who were already under the control of the resentment when the Yin Qi was at its peak during the night. Tomorrow, he would be able to release her and feed her.

But who would have thought that a troublesome brat would appear in the middle of their path? Not only did he destroy his plans, he even forced him to release the treasure. Right now, he only had a single piece of skin left.

He looked at her pair of beautiful eyes that were still full of emotion like the rippling of autumn water, but he knew in his heart that he couldn't avoid it this time. However, in his heart, he was still looking forward to this final happiness!

Her soul had returned, and she was still as beautiful as ever!

The moment he was sucked dry, he rushed over and tightly hugged the scroll in his arms. Then like a fly in the wind, he spun and fell from the sky.

"Heavens, what is happening?" Song Xuan stared blankly at Jin Fengnan, he had also seen what had just happened.

"This picture scroll is very powerful, we can't let it fall into the hands of the Evil Realm people, and we can't leave the bead on the man's head either.

He had made up his mind. He took out a self-defense dagger from his bosom and knocked on the bead. It took him a lot of effort to dig out the bead. Unexpectedly, when the bead was dug out, a hole appeared on the dead man's forehead, like a popped ball. The corpse began to cave in, leaving only the wrinkled human skin curled up on the ground.

Seeing this strange phenomenon, Song Xuan was scared half to death. His legs went soft and he fell to the side of the corpse. He definitely didn't expect that he had actually killed someone.

In the past thousand years, he had gone from a hero to a ghost, doing many things that went against his will. Originally, he also had the intention of seeking death, and in the end, his mind was agitated, and he almost collapsed. When he rushed towards the scroll, even the last bit of soul essence energy needed to maintain his body was sucked dry, and his nascent soul looked as if it was completely dead because of the severe injury from before. Because his body was extremely exhausted, he didn't have enough spirit energy to control the true essence that he had cultivated for thousands of years. This way, according to common sense, it wouldn't take long before his Nascent Soul exploded and he died. At the very least, once his nascent soul awakened, he would be able to resolve the issue by himself. As long as he could keep his nascent soul safe, it would not be difficult for a cultivator like Jin Fengnan, who had cultivated for a thousand years, to resurrect from the dead. However, he never thought that at this critical juncture, this little beggar would appear and dig out his Nascent Soul! Just like that, a master of a generation had died without any reason. A thousand years of cultivation had been destroyed just like that! If he knew, he would definitely be so angry that his soul would scatter and he would not be able to reincarnate.

For many years, Jin Fengnan had been invaded by Yin Qi and was surrounded by humans and ghosts, so he could no longer control the sword soul that cultivated with his own Nascent Soul. Therefore, he set up a formation to specifically place the sword soul inside, and when fighting, he would only release another part of the Nascent Soul: the sharp edge of the sword, which is the part of the sword aura. Within the black headband is the sword soul, and this red bead is the pure energy of the Nascent Soul.

Less idle chatter, just when Song Xuan was so scared that his hands were weak and his eyes were wide open looking at the corpse, a round thing suddenly extended to his nose, swaying left and right, and making a creepy sound: "Benefactor, you, what are you doing?"

"Ah!" He let out a strange cry and pushed his hands behind him. Then, he lifted his feet and kicked at the round head. The creature let out a miserable scream and fell onto the corpse. Benefactor, there is no grievance between us, so why did you kick me with your foot? "

He saw that the round object was the bald head of a young monk, who appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. He was very pretty, with a tender, baby-faced face that was pleasing to the eye, and his eyes were black and shiny with sincerity. His voice was normal, but why did he feel a chill in his heart and want to run away with his feet smeared with oil?

He clasped his hands together and said with a trembling voice, "Benefactor, it seems that this Benefactor Gui has been reincarnated for a long time, no one has replaced him, it is too pitiful. What enmity does Benefactor Gui have with him, why does he have to use your dagger to stab his forehead, and it even caused him to leak air. Does Benefactor need to think, this Benefactor Gui also has relatives and friends, if his family and friends knew about this, how sad would they be, and how painful would it be!"

"Enough!" Song Xuan covered his ears and howled loudly. He kicked the poor little monk and beat him up, only to hear the little monk's miserable voice continuously ring out, "Benefactor, please listen to me. We, we have no grievances or grievances with each other, I think we may have misunderstood and have this little monk explain slowly.

Song Xuan did not care, the more the monk talked, the more he fought until the monk could only scream. Only then did he feel better, threw the victim on the horse and ran away.