Hearing this sound, Beihe's movements did not stop at all, and continued to taste the nectar and jade liquid in Leng Wanwan's mouth.

However, Leng Wanwan, who was in his arms, was already embarrassed.

"Um!"

The woman pushed her hands against his chest, blocking the Beihe's invasion in shame and anger.

At this point, Beihe paused and finally stopped.

Looking at the woman whose neck was red in her arms, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Leng Wanwan bit her teeth tightly and pinched her hard on his waist.

Beihe enjoyed this for a while, and then he looked cold and then raised his head.

At this time, he saw a young man in a green robe standing in the air dozens of feet away from the two of them.

This person is tall and tall, looking twenty-five or twenty-six years old. His eyes are slender, giving people a cold feeling that is difficult to deal with.

What makes people think is that a wave of cultivation in the Nascent Soul stage emanates from this person's body.

"It's you!"

The moment he saw the young man, Beihe had already recalled who this person was.

Since breaking through to the Nascent Soul Stage, his meditative technique seems to have finally shown its power. In addition to making his spiritual power surge a lot, far surpassing the early stage of Nascent Soul cultivator, his memory has also become extremely powerful like the Supreme Elder of the Tianci Sect.

If he had broken through, he might have to remember who the young man was before he could see him, but now he immediately recognized him.

The man in front of him was the second time he stepped into the Martial Palace, and he destroyed his body, leaving only the man with a masked man who was escaping from the Nascent Soul.

Although the other party covered his appearance with a mask, his true appearance was revealed when his body in the Nascent Soul stage escaped.

When this man escaped, he also dropped a shield magic weapon. Later, Beihe stepped into the Wuwang Palace for the third time and took away the shield magic weapon. Now this thing is still in his storage ring.

The shield magic weapon is not weak, and after being refined by him, it has played a significant role over the years.

I didn't expect that after so many years, I could actually meet each other here.

In addition, this person who was destroyed by him at that time, leaving only the body of the Nascent Soul to escape. Now this person actually has a physical body.

Beihe speculated that perhaps the young man had refined one, or perhaps the other party found a suitable low-level monk to take over the body.

In addition to this young man, there is also a black-haired old man who looks fifty or sixty years old next to this person.

This man looked solemn, with a long sword stuck behind him.

As expected, the old man with black hair is also a Nascent Soul stage monk, and this person also has the mid-stage Nascent Soul stage cultivation.

"Um?"

The young man was a little surprised when he heard Beihe's words.

This man looked at Beihe's cheek and looked at it carefully. But after thinking about it, he was sure that he had never seen Beihe and did not know him.

"Who are you?" the young man asked.

Beihe just smiled contemptuously and did not answer his meaning.

In his arms, he was still holding Leng Wanwan, the peerless beauties. The two sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, allowing the breeze to blow their hair, looking at all directions, which made him look like a desolate emperor.

Seeing that he did not answer, a clear look of anger appeared on the young man's face.

He had just seen that Beihe was only a mere initial stage of Nascent Soul cultivation, while the woman in his arms was at the level of Killing Pill.

The only thing he cares about was that there was a corpse refining body emitting the Nascent Soul stage cultivation level on Beihe.

But although there are two in Beihe, there is also a Nascent Soul-stage monk next to him, and he has a mid-stage Nascent Soul-stage cultivation. I just didn't expect that even so, Beihe didn't mean to give face.

"I don't know the noble surname of this fellow Taoist." After thinking about it, he heard the young man speak again.

Beihe looked at him strangely, wondering why the other party suddenly found him.

"The surname is Bei!" Finally, I heard him say.

"Bei?" The young man frowned and fell into memories again. He began to search for the monk named Bei in his memory to see if there was anyone like Beihe.

However, although he knew several people with the surname Bei, none of them could match the Beihe in front of him.

After taking a deep breath, the young man said, "I am surnamed Liu, and I am the elder of Tianquan Sect. This time I suddenly found fellow Taoist North, but I actually had something to ask about."

Beihe was not interested in this person's self-reported home.

I just heard him say, "What's the matter!"

The clay man was still three points of fire. Looking at his cold attitude, especially Beihe and the corpse refining beside him, they were all just the early stages of the Nascent Soul cultivation. Facing him, they dared to be so domineering, and they didn't take him seriously, the young man felt anger in his heart.

But in the end he was still angry. Beihe seemed to be disregarding him and the other two should have some confidence.

I heard this person say, "I came here this time because I sensed a treasure I lost in my early years."

"Um?"

As soon as this person finished speaking, Beihe was slightly shocked.

He glanced at the man, then flipped his hand and took out a turtle shell magic weapon from the storage ring.

This turtle shell magic weapon was the magic weapon that the young man lost in the Wu King Palace back then.

He had wiped out the mark on this object and turned it into a magic weapon. The other party could still sense the aura of this treasure. This was strange.

The moment he saw the tortoise shell in his hand, the young man's pupils shrank not far away. He recognized at a glance that the tortoise shell in Beihe's hand was exactly what he had lost back then.

At this time, he looked up at Beihe, and his thoughts began to turn. He guessed that Beihe was an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage who stepped into the Palace of King Wu with him.

His tortoise shell magic weapon was left in the Wuwang Palace. I think only the old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage could bring this thing out.

Among the people who entered the Wu Royal Palace, there were only a few who covered their appearance. At this moment, he looked at Beihe's appearance, recalling the appearance of the old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage who covered their appearance, and seeing who could match Beihe's seat.

But after memories, no one seems to have an image similar to the Beihe in front of him.

At this moment, he suddenly looked at a mask on Beihe's hand and his pupils shrank.

This person immediately remembered a person, the ancient martial arts monk who destroyed his body back then.

Combined with Beihe's voice to judge, the young man looked at Beihe with a cold look, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent: "It's you!"

He finally knew who Beihe was, the ancient martial arts monk who destroyed his body back then.

After his physical body was destroyed, he escaped with only the body in the Nascent Soul Stage. After searching for several years, he finally found a suitable physical body with the help of the sect and successfully occupied it.

But this greatly affected his cultivation, making it extremely difficult for him to break through to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

The reason why he stepped into Guanghan Villa this time was to see if he could find any opportunity and help him make a breakthrough in his cultivation.

When he was passing by around, he suddenly sensed the breath of his tortoise shell magic weapon. He didn't expect to come to the door and meet the real master who destroyed his body back then.

"Um?"

The old black-haired man beside him looked a little puzzled when he looked at the murderous intent on the young man's face.

"Elder Wu, this is the one who destroyed my body back then." The young man said only.

When he spoke, his cold eyes kept falling on Beihe, as if he was afraid that Beihe would slip away in the blink of an eye.

Hearing this person's words, the old black-haired man looked slightly sharp when he looked at Beihe.

"snort!"

But when Beihe snorted coldly, then waved his hand and sacrificed a guyin hall.

"Kill them!"

I heard Beihe look at the young men and say to him.

"Bang!"

The Juyin Pavilion, which had a huge increase in size, was hit hard from the inside, and the coffin lid flew out.

"Swish!"

A golden figure swept out from it.

Ji Wuya was floating behind him, with a pair of huge flesh wings flapping behind him, and a golden magic wand was holding in his hand.

Seeing the appearance of this golden-body Yasha, I felt the terrifying cultivation fluctuations emitted from Ji Wuya's body, and the young man and the old man with black hair changed their expressions.

"Hehehe..."

Ji Wuya looked at the two people in front of him and sneered.

He flapped his wings and pulled out a blurry golden afterimage, and shot towards the old man with the highest cultivation level. He flashed and appeared in front of the man one by one.

"Hula!"

At the same time, the magic wand in his hand rushed towards the man's face.

The black-haired old man's face changed drastically, especially the shocking pressure of a magic weapon emitting from his wand.

The man put his fingers together and raised them upwards.

"Swoosh!"

The long sword inserted diagonally behind him shot out, and with a "swoosh", it shot towards the magic wand.

"Clang!"

However, the moment this man inspires the sword and the magic wand touches, he flew out vulnerablely, and the surface of the spiritual light becomes extremely dim.

The magic wand cast no less and continued to blast at the person's face.

Seeing that this object became bigger and bigger in his pupils, the old black-haired man pinched his fingers and muttered something.

With a "buzz", a layer of black energy immediately enveloped him, and then the black energy began to move like water waves, sliding backwards in a strange way.

"Bang!"

One force subsides ten times. Even though the secret technique this person used was extremely strange, the moment the magic wand touched the black energy, the latter immediately collapsed. Even the black-haired old man hiding in it, the Nascent Soul, had no time to escape, and his body exploded into a blood mist.

Ji Wuya is amazingly powerful, and even the two late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators are not opponents. Now he is holding a mortal magic weapon in his hand. Unless a digital Nascent Soul cultivator takes action at the same time, no one can stop him.

"hiss!"
Chapter completed!