Chapter 1879: Soul Pill

Rather, it was Xiao Yi who killed the master of the Golden Soul Palace.

Rather, it was the Master of the Golden Soul Palace who died under his own soul power.

Xiao Yi's feeling at that moment just now seemed to be similar to the last blow of the soul power storm when he was in the ancient emperor's tomb.

Although for some reason the spirit power that came in suddenly dissipated.

But now is not the time to think about that.

Xiao Yi glanced at the distance, the Hall Master of the Golden Soul was already dead.

On the face, with disbelief, and dead eyes.

Xiao Yi ignored it for the time being, and looked at the deputy hall masters and chief deacons around him.

"It's your turn." Xiao Yi grinned.

"You..." The expressions of the people around them changed drastically.

In their eyes, the Lord of the Golden Soul Palace died extremely strangely.

"You, you... you are also a soul master..."

Looking at the situation just now, it seemed that Xiao Xun used the method of a soul master to kill the master of the Golden Soul Palace.

"Heh." Xiao Yi only let out a grin.

The figure moved.

"You, you, don't mess around." A deputy hall master trembled.

"This is outside the main hall of the Black Devil Palace, do you dare to commit murder openly?"

"No no no... not bad." Another chief deacon stretched out his hand tremblingly.

"Do you know what the consequences will be if you kill us all?"

"Xiao Xun, I advise you to capture it yourself, otherwise..."

"If you dare to kill us..." The other deputy hall master was obviously incoherent in panic.

"Why don't you dare?" Xiao Yi's wicked smile broke out.

whoosh…

In a flash, a warrior turned into a mummified corpse.

whoosh…

The figure flashed again, and a chief deacon turned into a pool of black water.

"Don't say kill all of you." Xiao Yi's hands were extremely poisonous.

"If the Black Devil Palace is really so unbearable, so smoky, I don't mind killing it cleanly."

The voice fell.

Waiting for the surrounding warriors is just pure slaughter.

Xiao Yi did not soften his hand.

If you want to kill him, be prepared to be killed by him.

no matter who it is.

In just a few minutes, the massacre came to an end.

Outside the main hall of the dignified Black Devil Hall, there are already corpses everywhere.

A mummified corpse, a rotting corpse, a corpse with a terrifying face, spread all around.

Xiao Yi waved his hand and took the Qiankun Ring around him.

In the next second, there was no further pause, and Yukong flew away.

In the distance, there are local warriors watching.

They are not the besiegers, they are only warriors in this area, or hunters, or family warriors.

They were not even able to react.

They seemed to have watched a bloody feast of slaughtering demons.

They, I am afraid that they will never forget today, that large black robe figure, cleanly killed the main hall masters, deputy hall masters, and chief deacons of the Black Demon Hall, Tianji Hall, and Soul Hall. a clean.

...

Xiao Yi flew away from the sky.

After looking for a remote place, Xiao Yi started to heal his wounds cross-legged again.

Being oppressed by the spirit power of the Golden Soul Hall Master, his martial spirit was fine, but his body was directly tied into serious injuries.

Xiao Yi shook his head, secretly helpless.

He just wanted to go to the wedding of that kid Ye Liu, and by the way, go to the Eighteen Houses to experience it.

But how did this road forward suddenly become the road of killing?

It has become so difficult, so troublesome.

"Ah." Xiao Yi sighed.

This time, it took a whole number of days before he stabilized his injury.

The Golden Soul Binding Magic Ring is a well-known soul skill in the Soul Palace, with astonishing power.

His body, under that bondage, almost collapsed again.

"Huh." Xiao Yi took a deep breath and took out the Qiankun Ring of the Golden Soul Hall Master.

This time, let's see what's in it first.

If he can have a few soul skills or the like, or, he can increase his strength.

Xiao Yi's perception passed by.

After he recovered his perception, his eyes suddenly froze, as if he was thinking about something.

"Soul Pill?" After a long while, Xiao Yi spit out two words.

In his hand, the light flickered, and bottles of medicinal pills appeared out of thin air.

"A full ten bottles, tsk tsk." Xiao Yi smiled.

"With these soul pills, it's time to try that thing..."

Xiao Yi's laughter was somewhat meaningful.

whoosh…

The figure flashed and flew again in the sky.

At most, there are still about 7 days before he reaches the area of ​​the Eighteen Houses.

Hope, this line will not be so troublesome anymore.

Xiao Yi thought to himself.

However, the truth always exceeded his expectations.

Just a few days later, behind Xiao Yi, a streamer quickly chased after him.

It was a black streamer.

The speed of the stream is far beyond Xiao Yi's imagination.

A wisp of sharp aura came from afar.

"Sword repair?" Xiao Yi frowned slightly.

"What a strong sword."

In the distance, the stream of light that was chasing has not yet arrived, and in front of Xiao Yi, a black giant sword is blocking the way.

Xiao Yi's figure was instantly stopped.

In front, a figure stood with a sword.

That's just a middle-aged man.

However, Xiao Yi was able to confirm in an instant that this person was more than a few chips stronger than the Jinpeng Palace Master and the Golden Soul Palace Master.

"Xiao Xun in black robe, isn't it?" The middle-aged man's tone was neither happy nor sad.

"It's me." Xiao Yi was a little helpless.

"Did you end it yourself, or did I give you a ride?" The middle-aged man's words were concise and to the point.

"Phew." Xiao Yi took a deep breath, "It's not over yet."

"If I guessed correctly, you are Jingzhe Sword, the Lord of Jingzhe Palace."

Inside the Black Devil Palace, there is a master of Jingzhe Palace with a great reputation.

This person is the main hall master on the eastern side.

The cultivation base has reached 9998 peers.

In terms of kendo strength, this person is in the east, second only to Aodonglou.

Xiao Yi naturally knew about such sword cultivators who were close to the peak of peerless strength, and he was more aware of them. He recognized them at a glance.

"Now that you know my identity." Jingzhe Palace Master's voice turned cold, "Then you should know, this time, you can't escape."

"Under absolute strength, no matter how unpredictable you are, you can't escape."

Xiao Yi shook his head, "I used to think that people like Xiangyou Jingzhejian should not be the kind of indiscriminate people."

"Now it seems that I was wrong."

"Indiscriminate?" Jing Zhejian shook his head.

"I only know that you have killed a large number of warriors in my Black Demon Hall, including many of the deputy hall masters and chief deacons."

"In the other two alliance halls, a large number of warriors also died in your hands."

"This is a fact."

"Then what?" Xiao Yi asked impatiently.

Jing Zhejian said coldly, "A hundred years ago, I owed the Master of the Golden Soul Palace a life."

"Do it yourself, be happy."

"I don't want to stain my sword."

"Huh." Xiao Yi shook his head and smiled.

"Dirty? I'm also a little fortunate. I, Xiao Yi, can't use kendo today. Otherwise, my Zidian will be dirty."

"Xiao Yi?" Jing Zhejian was stunned for a moment.

Xiao Yi shook his head, "Why do you have to seek death yourself?"

"Honestly, I hate always being stopped on my way, it's annoying."

The voice fell.

The Soul Pills appeared out of thin air in Xiao Yi's hand, and then swallowed them.

"Ice Storm Eater."

Between heaven and earth, there are only these four cold characters.

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Tenth more. (burst)

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