"The war is imminent, are you going to kill each other?"

Xue Yan stretched out her hand, and the jade flute spread out the halberd, then turned from the air and gently fell into Xue Yan's palm.

Aotian opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word, because Lao Longwangzhen looked at him with anger.

"Do you think it's honorable to kill your brother as your younger brother?"

"Father, I'm not..."

"Enough, I don't need to listen to the explanation. What I want now is a countermeasure, how to resist the seventeen Dragon Palace Alliance."

The old dragon king waved his sleeves and blocked Aotian's words back.

Xue Yan gave a wink at Xiaolongnu who was beside her. Xiaolongnu immediately understood that it was her own appearance.

At that moment, a whole feather robe came out and said, "Father, my son has a plan."

"Well, Jiaojiao, what are your plans? Tell me quickly."

The Dragon King showed joy on his face, sat upright from the dragon throne, and acted as if he was listening.

Ao Jiaojiao chuckled: "Do you have heard of the Nine-Direction Soul-Breaking Technique?"

"What! But the Nine-Fate Soul-Breaking Technique, which is as famous as the Seven Arrow Book of Nailheads?"

An old turtle on the lower side of the Dragon King walked out swayingly, and the eyes of mung beans were filled with surprise.

Ao Jiaojiao bowed to Xue Yan and smiled: "Next, let Fairy Xue talk in detail."

Xue Yan holds a thousand-year-old piano and jade flute in her hand, and is dressed in white. Under the golden brilliance of the Dragon Palace, she looks even more elegant and radiant.

"Everyone, I intend to use the Nine-Final Soul-Breaking Technique to take the lives of the seventeen high-ranking officials of the Dragon Palace, making their coalition forces fearful and dare not rush to rush to wait for reinforcements."

Everyone present looked happy. This is a good idea!

Only Aotian's face changed: "I wonder who the reinforcements were mentioned by Fairy Xue?"

"My husband Xiao Chen."

Xue Yan thrust her body, revealing infinite confidence, as if the two names of Xiao Chen represent invincibility.

Aotian's face turned ugly, and then he sneered again: "If Xiao Chen really has such great ability, why hasn't he appeared yet?"

"That's right, that's right, this isn't a fool to us, right?"

"Who said no, the Seventeen Dragon Palace Alliance, even the senior forces in the Earth Immortal Realm, are afraid, let alone a person, alas."

...

When he heard Aotian’s doubts, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals present also became fussy and belittled Xiao Chen in words.

Xue Yan became more and more angry the more she heard it. She clasped the piano flute in her hand and clattered. If it weren't for Xiaozhu's sake, she and Xiao Chen wouldn't care about the life and death of these people.

"After enough, I'll leave my words here. What do you want to do, and you can do it yourself."

Xue Yan suddenly turned around and left outside the hall. Xiaolongnu stomped her feet in a hurry and kept using the color of the old Dragon King. However, the old Dragon King ignored it and kept sitting on the dragon throne. However, Aotian was anxious and jumped out and stopped in front of Xue Yan.

"Fairy Xue, the seventeen Dragon Palace Alliance Chen Bing Haimen Pass, it's too dangerous for you to go out like this. It's better to wait for the war to end..."

Xue Yan has tested her face and can't even look at Aotian. Such a second-generation immortal is not capable, she only knows how to talk big and fight against Xiaojiujiu, and she thinks she can plot against everyone.

Aotian hoped that he would stay, but in such gentle words, he would still help him for the sake of the pig's face. Strictly speaking, it was for the sake of the remaining eleven Dinghai God Beads.

"Dragon King, I don't want to talk nonsense anymore. If you don't want to be wiped out, you can only listen to what I say, and don't forget to promise me."

The old dragon king laughed and walked down from the dragon throne.

"Fairy Xue Yan, don't worry, I, Ao Sheng, are not a person who has no faith."

Xue Yan nodded, held the flute and walked back to her original position. She did not look at Aotian until the beginning and the end, and the two princes of Aodi looked at her.

Aotian felt very hatred: Xiao Chen, I don’t care who you are, but you dare to snatch what I Aotian wants. I will make you worse than death.

………

By the Soul-Suppressing Pool, Xiao Chen was like a god, pinching the magic tricks with both hands, constantly shooting out mysterious texts, turning into a mysterious light, and sank into the Soul-Suppressing Pool.

With the infusion of mysteries one by one, the mucus in the soul-suppressing pool had condensed into a ball. The ball was as big as a baby, with three colors of gold, blood, and black flashing on it, and mysterious runes, which were faintly visible on it.

For seventy-one days, Xiao Chen had never left the second cave. Now the soul-summoning beads are gathering in his eyes. Even though Xiao Chen was calm, he couldn't help but feel happy.

This soul-summoning bead has poured too much effort into this soul-summoning bead. If it fails, it will not only waste ninety-nine celestial corpses, but also lose a treasure like the All Sacred Heavenly Evil Pearl. "Xiao Chen kept making tricks, and the magic power on his body was constantly injected into the three-color balls. As the magic tricks were penetrated one by one, the baby's ball began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

By the seventy-sixth day, the ball finally shrank to the size of a palm, and the three colors on it were completely condensed from the outside to the inside.

The three colors of gold, blood and black are condensed into black beads the size of mung beans. They rise and fall in the soul-suming beads. When you look closely, it looks like a snow-white bead containing three eyes, which are strange and sad.

"One color bead represents a magical power. There is a bead in the bead, which is really mysterious!"

Xiao Chen was in a state of excitement. This kind of soul-summoning bead was completely separated from the prototype recorded in the corpse refining technique. It was unlimitedly anticipated how powerful its magical powers and power could reach.

Xiao Chen sat upright by the soul pool, and the magic tricks in his hand were getting faster and faster. At this moment, there was only the end. If there was no accident, this extraordinary divine pearl would appear.

In a blink of an eye, two more days were. By the 78th day, the soul-suming beads on the Soul-Suppressing Pool had completely become rounded. The strong pressure on it even pressed the caverns into a slight unstable manner. A series of qi slashed out from the void, and the scraped walls thrust.

The entire soul-suppressing pool began to appear in the strange appearance of thousands of beasts rushing and thousands of ghosts crying together.

"Boom"

A huge blue exhaustion slashed down and fell directly on the Soul-Suppressing Pool, shattering the huge Soul-Suppressing Pool. At the same time, the entire round bead began to shake and collapse, with faint signs of cracking.

"Damn it, heavenly tribulation!"

Xiao Chen hated that the heavenly disaster came too suddenly, and almost made me lose all my efforts.

The sleeves danced, and an ancient seal fell, rippling with milky white light, and hit the green thunder that struck again.

Seeing the Human Emperor's Jade Seal knocking out the green thunder, Xiao Chen also let go of his heart. It seemed that he could stop it. It was not the most terrifying heavenly tribulation, otherwise I would not be able to get out of it, and I was afraid of trouble.

In the following days, there were constant thunder in the Soul-Suppressing Pool, and huge green thunders fell down like raindrops. Fortunately, the Human Emperor's Jade Seal was unparalleled and blocked it, and the Soul-Summoning Bead became brighter and brighter. The round bead body exuded the gloss of glass.

If you don’t say it, you may even think that such beads are just treasures for viewing, rather than murderous and cruel soul-summoning beads.

“Woooooooooooo……”

A sudden ghost roar made Xiao Chen stand on his hair. "Oh no, it's actually a ghost disaster!"

There are several kinds of heavenly tribulations that are hard to see even immortals. Ghost tribulation is one of them. It is a catastrophe that comes only when a great and vicious thing comes. "It's really ridiculous. I always thought that this was just an ordinary green wood thunder tribulation. I didn't expect it to be a ghost tribulation that is hard to see in ten thousand years. Hongjun, Hongjun, you are really in yin's soul!"

Xiao Chen would never believe that no one has refined evil things like the Soul-Summoning Bead for millions of years, and the ghost catastrophe has never appeared for millions of years. This is obvious. It is Hongjun who is using the hand of the Heavenly Dao to destroy his own fruit. "Hongjun, sooner or later, I will imprison you in the desolation, enjoy the pain of deprivation of vitality, and enjoy the curse that millions of people hate you to their bones."

Xiao Chen yelled to the sky, and blood even gushed out of his eyes. "Woooooo..."

The sound of Devil's Crying became louder and louder, as if Hongjun was furious. Suddenly, the world suddenly became quiet, as if time had stopped passing. A black beast claw stretched out from under the soul-suppressing pool and grabbed the soul-summoning bead. "You dare!" Xiao Chen's eyes were so angry that he moved his divine thoughts, and his eyebrows suddenly lit up, and Xuanzang appeared. At the black claw, a divine light escaped.

With a "this", the divine light fell on the beast's claws, directly shattering it.

Just as Xiao Chen was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a large number of ghost claws surged out from the Soul-Suppressing Pool and began to grab the Soul-Summoning Pearl.

"A glance of ten thousand years!" Xiao Chen roared to the sky, and the ghost claws on the entire soul-suppressing pool suddenly escaped into the ground and began to disappear without a trace. Xiao Chen did not dare to neglect. This time, the ten thousand years of magical power was only temporarily, and the real ghost catastrophe did not disappear. With a divine thought, a young emperor stepped out from the middle of his eyebrows. It was the original id.

"It's a labor!"

I chuckled: "Leave it to me, a small matter."

The palm of his hand shook, and the golden book in his palm began to flip. When he suppressed a page, he paused suddenly and began to emit infinite bright light.

I thought of it and directly pinched the word "suppression" from the scriptures and threw it down to the soul-suppressing pool.

The entire word suppression immediately expanded several times, like a golden mountain, pressing the Soul-Suppressing Pool downward and sinking several feet deep.

Countless ghost claws were zipping under the word "suppression", but they could not shake the two golden characters at all.

I sneered: "If the supernatural powers of the Human Emperor's Dao are so easily destroyed, Hongjun, you will not be so afraid of the Human Emperors of all generations."

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