Under the ancient pine tree, the monk in white clothes opened his eyes with his eyes closed.

His eyes are very strange, they are actually gray.

Moreover, his appearance is different from that of ordinary monks. His skin is like snow, not cold white but truly made of snow. The horns on his head are very white but also extremely rough.

He looked very old, with an open mouth and fangs spread out like jagged teeth.

"No one has been here for a long time."

After Xue Gui finished speaking, his figure appeared in front of Yang Wu.

Before he could make any move, the barefooted monk standing beside him stopped him.

The snow ghost was startled, quickly retreated, and floated under the pine tree, staring coldly at the tall monk who took action.

"Cedar Demonic Way."

"Four hundred years ago, two hundred and ninety-one disciples of my Asura tribe were killed, and only the blood of their hearts was taken. They were chased for millions of miles by the winds of the Ten Asura Dharma, captured in the cold weather of the north, and locked up in the Asura tribe's demon-suppressing

deep."

"It is said that the technique you practice is very unusual and requires the blood of our clan to be used."

"I have been interrogating you for a long time and tortured you in thousands of ways, but you have not revealed a single word."

The young man's words made Cedar Demon Dao look sideways and come to his senses, with a puzzled look in his eyes: "Who are you?"

He sniffed it carefully, frowned and said, "Your blood..."

"My blood is pure."

"It's a pity that you can't drink it."

"Tell me your secret method and I can make your death easier."

The young man looked directly at the monster under the big tree on Xuefeng with an indifferent expression, as if he didn't take this monster seriously at all.

With his strength, he really doesn't have to worry about the Snow Ghost who is in the Mountain Saint realm.

He came here just to get the technique that could use Asura's battle blood to enhance his strength and perfect the Taoist technique.

Of course, since torture doesn't work, there are always other ways.

He didn't have it before, but now he just has it.

Snow Ghost sneered: "What a shame!"

He knew that he was no match for the barefoot monk.

But he was confident.

As long as he doesn't reveal the secret method, he will still be useful to the Asura clan.

If it is useful, it will not die.

The young man pulled out a three-foot-long flag from his sleeve robe.

He shook it gently and said: "I kept you because it was harmless. Although your spells are strange, they are not worth the effort. At most, they are aimed at the blood of the Asura clan. It is better to lock you up than kill you."

"It's different now."

As he shook the soul flag, a red-haired figure in a black gold robe appeared.

Luo Tianfeng smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist."

"This is our sincerity in cooperation."

"I don't want anything, just his secret skills."

"Please, fellow Taoist!"

As he spoke, he made a gesture of invitation, as if he wanted to see the strength of this red-haired monk.

As the master of the Soul Banner, he certainly knew that the Soul Banner could absorb the Yinshen of monks whose cultivation level was not higher than that of the main soul, so he did not choose a more powerful one, but the snow ghost in this mountain realm.

If Tu Shanjun really has considerable strength, he wouldn't mind incorporating the ten Void Refining Yin Gods into the Soul Banner.

Even if it is only in the mountain realm, a large formation composed of ten Lianxu is enough to trap and kill the peak saint.

Although the snow ghost's face was full of fear, it was not for the monk in the black gold robe, but for the barefooted man standing next to the young man.

He was trapped in this world without spiritual nourishment for a long time, and his strength had long since been reduced.

But he was definitely not weak back then, otherwise he would not have captured the Asura clansmen on a large scale, and he was able to evade the pursuit of the Ten Winds of Asura for several years, but it was a pity that he still fell short.

Even if he is so weak now, not just any Void Refining Realm monk can kill him.

Cedar Demon Dao sneered and said, "Taoist fellow Taoist, taking advantage of others' danger is not a heroic act."

"oh."

The two-horned ghost saint wearing a black gold robe glanced at the Cedar Demon Dao indifferently.

But his eyes were always on Luo Tianfeng.

Luo Tianfeng wanted to test his strength to see if he was strong or weak and whether he could suppress him.

Tu Shanjun actually also wants to see how much strength Luo Tianfeng can exert with his current Taoist cultivation, so that he can know it well.

It's a pity that he doesn't have the initiative now.

This old guy gave Tushanjun a reason he couldn't refuse.

A Void-refining Yin God will greatly improve his strength, and once the Yin God enters the banner, he will immediately have the help of the mountain realm.

Luo Tianfeng narrowed his eyes: "Fellow Taoist, do you need my help?"

Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly.

Since this old monster wants to find out his true identity, there is no need to hide it. He can not only kill the remaining mountain realm, but also do it beautifully.

Only the strong can win respect.

Of course, cooperation must be based on the situation where the strengths of both parties are similar.

"No need."
Chapter completed!