Chapter 1172

"Senior doesn't know something..." Zhu Ding said pitifully, "This junior woke up and was already outside the altar. Zhang Xiaohua warned the junior that no matter whether the junior knew anything, he only said that he had been outside the altar. It is said that he has already imposed a fairy ban on the junior, but if he leaks anything, he can make the junior lose his mind and soul in a single thought, think about the mysterious means he used to save the junior father, the junior dare not!"

"Senior Wu..." Lu Zhong pondered for a moment, then said, "It seems that Zhang Xiaohua is also well prepared, he is aiming at the Chapter of the Remnants of the Seven Spirits!"

Wu Zhan glared at Lu Zhong angrily, and said, "Shit, what do you know!"

Lu Zhong shrank his neck and dared not say any more.

Wu Zhan looked at Zhu Ding, still speaking indifferently: "Zhu Ding, you have finished talking about the whereabouts of the Seven Spirits Remnants, don't worry, when the old man turns around, he will let Shaoying Mansion go all out to find Zhang Xiaohua's whereabouts."

"Senior Wu is wise..." Zhu Ding let out a long sigh of relief.

However, Wu Zhan changed the subject and said: "However, as a true immortal of the Seven Spirits, you can endure so many years and lay down so many backhands. I don't believe that you don't have the memory of the Seven Spirits in your mind. After coming in, I have made it clear that the old man is making a deal with you, the old man can help you condense a new body, and the price you are willing to ask the old man to pay..."

"Alas..." Zhu Ding sighed, and said, "Senior Wu, this junior speaks so clearly, and the shadow guards of Dakun Kingdom... also proves what this junior said, why don't you always believe it, this junior is really not you That Seven Spirits True Immortal!"

"Toast, don't eat fine wine..." Wu Zhan stared into Zhu Ding's eyes, and a sentence came out of his mouth. Before he could finish the sentence, he knelt down not far from Zhu Ding with a soft "poof" Yunfeng's spiritual body suddenly exploded, and a dark green flame began to burn in the center of Yunfeng's spiritual body!

Xiao Hua raised his finger slightly, but he only raised it a few feet and put it down again. The True Immortal of the Seven Spirits, Yun Lan, is a cold poisonous snake. He not only plotted against the entire Xuan Yi Kingdom, but also trampled on Zhu Han's feelings. Xiao Hua discarded it casually, how could Xiao Hua be that kind farmer?

"Aww..." Yun Feng's voice wailed in pain in the flames, "Senior, senior, little...how did you offend senior..."

Zhu Ding looked at Yun Feng coldly, as if looking at someone he didn't know at all.

Of course, if you think about it carefully, the two really have nothing to do with each other. One is the human race, the other is the spirit body, the other is the king of Yuanling, and the other is the son of the royal family.

"Xianyou..." Wu Zhan watched Yunfeng's spiritual body gradually turn into ashes, glanced at Zhu Ding, and said, "Do you really want to force this old man to tear his face apart?"

"The junior's strength is shallow, so I can't be the senior's immortal friend..." Zhu Ding said calmly.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Wu Zhan clapped his palms and said, "It really is worthy of being the famous Seven Spirits True Immortal in Yunmengze, and I am worthy of all the preparations made by the old man! Go..."

While talking, Wu Zhan said with the middle finger, "Whoosh..." A light golden spot fell into the flame like a flying mosquito.

"Zi la la..." A strange voice sounded, although the voice was slight, but in Xiao Hua's ears, the soul shook slightly, circles of gold and silver emerged from the surface of the mysterious cloud, protecting Xiao Hua's soul.

Looking at Chang Yue and the others again, their expressions were a little strange, it seemed that their souls had been affected!

"Ah..." Zhu Ding screamed, rolling his head onto the ground with his hands in his hands!

"click"

"Kachacha..."

Layers of finely divided pale golden thunder lights flickered in the dark green flames, and a cloud-like silhouette began to emerge from the dark green flames.

"Wu...Senior Wu..." Lu Zhong asked in a low voice when he was about to brush his existence, "Is this old man... the soul-refining Xuanguang?"

"No..." Wu Zhan narrowed his eyes and said, "This is the golden light that the old man got from Chiming and Yangtian. It is specially designed to cleanse the impurities in the soul and erase the souls and memories of previous lives..."

As he spoke, bits of rust-like luster began to emerge within the cloud, and each luster emerged as an inexplicable phantom under the golden thunderbolt.

However, although there are many phantoms, they are all covered by clouds and mist, and they cannot see clearly, and there are too many spots!

"It seems that the immortal friends are on guard against the mysterious light of the soul refining and the golden light of the earth soul. No wonder they refuse to admit it..." Wu Zhan was not in a hurry, and he still spoke leisurely, as if he had a plan in mind.

"Senior..." At this time, Zhu Ding had already stood up, and although his face was a little pale, he still replied calmly: "I really don't know where your confidence comes from, junior! You are not the legendary torture to extract a confession. Is the big bullying the small?"

"Shut up!" Lu Zhong scolded, "How can you talk to old senior Wu like this? He is an immortal in the star vault, how could he make a move if he is not sure? The old man made it clear that if he wants to trade with you, we will all be afraid of you." Are you blind? I am waiting to be a witness!"

"I'm not afraid of your stubbornness..." Wu Zhan smiled slightly, and lightly tapped the center of his eyebrows, one of the fairy marks opened, "Pfft..." A ray of water shot out like an arrow, and it really fell inside Yunfeng's cloud-like outline !

The water light was dark in color, and the fairies couldn't see anything at all. However, as soon as the water light touched the clouds, it disappeared immediately, as if it had never appeared at all.

"This is Huangquan water that has been sacrificed..." Wu Zhan explained with a smile, "It will clean up the things that have never been reincarnated in this spirit body and soul!"

Zhu Ding's eyes were a little scattered, and he looked at Wu Zhan very complicatedly. Wu Zhan had already started to touch the fairy formula. There were black and white flames rising around the fairy formula, and the surrounding light was affected.

"Friend of the Immortal..." Wu Zhan said leisurely, "You dare to run amok in Huang Zengtian with the methods of the real fairy, and deceive the fairy of Qi, and I will use the methods of the real fairy that you have never seen before to deal with you. on the other side?"

Zhu Ding obviously had never seen Wu Zhan's methods, he bit his lips lightly, as if he was thinking about something.

Wu Zhan's celestial formula was completed in a short while, he squinted at the little Zhu Ding, raised his hand, and a ray of light caused more than a thousand feet of light to fall into the pale golden lightning flashes.

"Buzzing..." The space where the outline of the cloud and mist was located vibrated, and there was indeed a stream of water that looked like a spring rising from the depths of the cloud and mist where the flame fell.

In the interplay of flames and thunder, there are red depths on the countless rust spots before, and the light raised by the red is in the clouds and mist, forming a phantom of a human figure!

"Yun Lan!!"

Bao Shan couldn't help but lost his voice, "He is Yun Lan, I... I've seen his image..."

"Friend Xian..." Wu Zhan looked at Zhu Ding and said with a smile, "What else do you have to say?"

"This... this is the king of Yuanling, what does it have to do with... me?"

"I really don't cry without seeing the coffin!" Wu Zhan shook his head slightly, and suddenly shook his sleeves. Zhu Ding subconsciously raised his hand to resist, but just beside him, the stream of water in the cloud of Yunfeng's spirit was mixed with Thunder "swipe" " rushed into the center of Zhu Ding's eyebrows, and immediately saw a drop of dark red blood sprouting between his eyebrows, wasn't it the blood that fell into Zhu Ding's eyebrows in the sunset?

The wicked have their own way, how should Yun Lan choose?