Seeing Zhang Heng fall from mid-air and finally turn into countless ice crystal powders, Nan Ming felt an uneasy feeling in his heart.

Although he was extremely confident in his top-grade spiritual weapon and it was no problem to kill cultivators of the same level of foundation-building stage, Zhang Heng did not even use a spiritual weapon and just died in front of him, which was a bit unreasonable.

At this moment, the battle between the other two women was approaching the end. Mu Xuan gently broke away from the battle circle and said to He Yixiu not far away: "Your Excellency is slightly better than Mu Xuan, but if you really fight for life and death, you will definitely lose..."

He Yixiu sighed softly: "Fellow Daoist Mu Xuan's talented spiritual roots are really terrible. I wonder if you can predict the result of your trip to the cave in your heart."

Mu Xuan snorted coldly and flew to Nan Ming.

Nan Ming pointed to the ice crystal powder on the ground and said, "He seems to be dead."

Mu Xuan stared at the ice crystal powder on the ground with cold eyes and breathed lightly: "He is not dead, he has escaped invisible."

Nan Ming didn't find it strange: "What is this person's name? His strength is terrifying. My melee ability is already top in the sect, but it's far from this person."

"Fang Yunshan, Tang Feng, I have fought with him before, but my specific strength is unknown." A trace of brightness flashed in Mu Xuan's deep eyes.

Looking at He Yixiu who was far away, Nan Ming said, "Don't we go and kill her?"

Mu Xuan said: "I can't kill it."

Nan Ming did not deny it, and was slightly silent, as if he had something to say.

Mu Xuan's eyes touched Nan Ming's weak drooping right arm, and a strange color flashed in his eyes: "Are you injured?"

"This arm is temporarily disabled. Only after leaving the cave, please ask the master to take care of me. This has little impact on my strength..."

After a long silence, Nan Ming finally couldn't help asking: "Junior sister, I really want to ask you a question. What will happen to our trip to the cave?"

A ripples appeared in Mu Xuan's eyes that had not changed for thousands of years, and she said quietly: "The others are still unknown, but my own feelings are very bad..."

"What is the result?" Nan Ming couldn't help but be shocked.

"I foresee myself standing in the dark world, disappearing into the Blood Kill Temple in unwillingness and despair..."

A rare trace of fear appeared in Mu Xuan's eyes, but she returned to peace in an instant.

"Since that's the case, junior sister, you don't have to participate in the Blood Killing Temple." Nan Ming made a decisive decision.

Mu Xuan shook her head and said, "No, from the day I was born, I, Mu Xuan, never surrendered... You should be able to understand me."

Nan Ming was silent for a while, suddenly hugged Mu Xuan on his chest and gently kissed her smooth forehead with his mouth.

There was no distraction on his face, and he just gave a simple kiss.

Mu Xuan did not stop Nan Ming either. He smiled slightly on his face, like a blooming lily, so beautiful that it was dazzling.

After gently letting go of Mu Xuan, Nan Ming said slowly: "We entered the sect on the same day and had been together for more than ten years. I hope we can go to the end together..."

"My premonition tells myself that we can go to that day..."

Mu Xuan seemed to be comforting Nan Ming, and her tone seemed very confident.

Nan Ming laughed: "You have never deceived me, and I hope this time will be no exception."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the light flashed slightly under their feet, and soon turned into two black dots in the horizon.

Zhang Hengzai's body was in a stealth state and rushed forward quickly.

At one moment, Zhang Heng felt something strange about his side, and his body flashed suddenly and shouted, "Who is it?"

"Fellow Daoist Tang, you forgot your friend so quickly." He Yixiu, dressed in green clothes, showed her figure not far from him.

Zhang Heng said in surprise: "How could you do the Fengxing Art?"

This Fengxing technique is a spell that is at the bottom of the Fengxing Sect. Ouyang Zu also made an exception to pass this technique to Zhang Heng, with the purpose of making it easier for him to move in the cave.

He Yixiu laughed "Puchi": "Why can't I be able to learn this spell?"

"It turns out that Old Ancestor Ouyang has colluded with the Wuji poisonous demon." Zhang Heng said indifferently.

Although the veil on He Yixiu's face was covered, Zhang Heng could still feel her gaze as she looked at him.

"Did this lady fall in love with Tang?" Zhang Heng didn't mind teasing the mysterious woman in front of him.

To be honest, Zhang Heng's physical appearance is pretty good, and he is definitely the most standard young man in this era. It's just that Zhang Heng didn't take advantage of this advantage.

"Bah." He Yixiu spat lightly, then looked at Zhang Heng a few more times, and said with a teasing look: "You have much better conditions than the Wuji Poison Demon. If you want, you might as well elope between us..."

Zhang Heng was speechless. He Yixiu was even more open than the Earth Girl in the 22nd century.

However, according to the meaning, the relationship between her and Wuji Poison Demon is really not simple. Is it a lover? Or is it a master-apprentice love?

"Stop talking nonsense, how should we cooperate specifically?" Zhang Heng suddenly became interested in the girl and talked directly to her about the topic.

He Yixiu stepped forward gently, and a pleasant smell of woman radiated in front of Zhang Heng, which made him feel a little vigilant.

"With a master like you, our Dutian Castle will not be afraid of anything when dealing with the Bixue Xiangyun Sect. My requirement is that at critical moments, you can restrain Nan Ming." He Yixiu whispered.

Zhang Heng pretended to be meditated, and after a moment, he said decisively: "Nan Ming, I can't beat him. If it's just a restraint, I'll be able to force him..."

"The advantage of our Dutian Castle is that it has a large number of people and is not weak in strength, but there are more cutting-edge masters in Bixue Xiangyun Sect this time than us. According to our guess, there will be at least four cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage this time."

Four Foundation Establishment Cultivators? Zhang Heng was secretly shocked, and this was the least.

"Then what benefits will I have?" Zhang Heng asked curiously.

"Benefits?" He Yixiu's tone was a little surprised, "You have Ouyang's soul-devouring Gu planted in your body, and the Wuji poisonous demon also put a tracking mark on you. If you make meritorious efforts in this operation, I will let them relieve these hidden dangers on you."

Zhang Heng laughed in his heart. The Soul-Devouring Gu and the Tracking Seal had long been removed by Luo He. But he finally knew that another mark on his body was left by the Wuji Poisonous Demon.

"You are really sure that Wuji Poison Demon and Ouyang Zu lifted these restrictions on me?" Zhang Heng looked at He Yixiu with some disbelief.

"Don't worry, as long as I make this lady happy, the Wuji Poison Demon and Ouyang Ancestor will not hurt you a hair."

He Yixiu comforted Zhang Heng with a whisper of confidence in his words.

The identity of this woman is really not simple. Zhang Heng thought to himself, but on the surface, he said, "Okay, Tang will trust you once."

"You'd better change your image and get involved in the crowd of our Dutian Castle."

Speaking of this, He Yixiu took out a translucent human skin mask as thin as a cicada's wing from the storage bag.

"Wear it, you can change your appearance at will. This is what I have used before, but it can only be effective for monks below the Nascent Soul stage, so I put on the veil at this moment."

Zhang Heng put on this mask and, under He Yixiu's teaching, he understood how to use it.

It is effective for monks below the Nascent Soul Stage. Zhang Heng is happy that this thing is a good thing.

"Can you give this thing to me?" Zhang Heng asked.

He Yixiu hesitated for a while before finally saying, "This thing is not particularly cherished, it's okay to give it to you."

"Hehe, I'll call it 'Arbitrary Mask'." Zhang Heng, wearing this mask, turned himself into a powerful man with a scar on his face.

This is definitely a masculine figure full of masculinity, Zhang Heng thought to himself.

He Yixiu covered her mouth and chuckled: "This scar is a completely flaw. For those who cultivate immortals, ordinary external injuries are no problem at all."

Zhang Heng snorted lightly and immediately turned his face into the way Zhao Yun was in his impression.

There are many virtual tours that I have played, and Zhao Yun’s image in the Three Kingdoms is naturally extremely perfect in the game.

Being handsome but not losing your courage is definitely the best choice.

He Yixiu looked at the image of Zhao Yun simulated by Zhang Heng and was slightly stunned: "Who is you simulated?"

Zhang Heng laughed: "This person is Zhao Yun, and he is a younger brother of mine, but we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Although He Yixiu was very curious, she was embarrassed to ask more questions and took Zhang Heng to fly low altitude ahead.

"The next stop is probably the Blood Kill Temple." Zhang Heng thought to himself.
Chapter completed!