Chapter 636: Mo Li's Remaining Soul

At this time, a thick golden light suddenly appeared and shot towards Zhuo Haoran.

"How dare you." Zhuo Haoran roared, and the Snowflake Divine Sword beside him suddenly fell into his hand, and a thick snow-white sword energy suddenly slashed out.

At the same time, Zhuo Haoran's figure had turned into a white light and shot towards the True Spirit Pool.

"Swish" The golden light paused slightly, and then a muffled groan came. When Zhuo Haoran came to the True Spirit Pool, he found that there was only one spiritual fruit left on the ten thousand year old black fairy.

He grabbed it casually, grabbed it in his hand, and then looked at the drop of blood left at the bottom of the pool, and fell silent.

Yituo Lingxiu and Zhong Shuangtong came to Zhuo Haoran, looking at the True Spirit Pool that had no drop left, their faces were full of surprise.

"Who took the True Spirit Divine Water in this True Spirit Pool?" Yituo Lingxiu and the others were concentrating on presiding over the "Haoran Absolute Killing Formation" before, and did not see the disappearance of the True Spirit Divine Water.

They thought that all the treasures were collected by Zhuo Haoran, and they looked at him with some hostility.

"Fellow Daoist Zhuo, you took all the water in such a large pool of True Spirit Water, leaving us no one drop. Isn't this too much?" After discovering the changes in the True Spirit Pool, the three Jinhe Patriarchs stopped fighting and came to Zhuo Haoran. The faces of the three were extremely ugly.

Especially the Black Dragon King, his eyes were full of cold light. The lotus root of the Mingyan Black Lotus was also very useful to him. It was the key to his advancement to a great demon. He didn't expect that it was taken away by others in the end. You can imagine how depressed he was.

"Zhuo didn't get the lotus root of the Mingyan Black Lotus, and even the pool of True Spirit Water was not taken away by Zhuo." Zhuo Haoran glanced at a few people and said lightly.

"Fellow Daoist Zhuo's words are a bit perfunctory. Just now, Fellow Daoist Zhuo used a formation to trap the two monks. After a fierce battle, although they broke Fellow Daoist Zhuo's formation, the two monks died and escaped. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Fellow Daoist Zhuo is the biggest winner." Jinhe Patriarch sneered and said.

Zhuo Haoran heard this and snorted coldly, "Zhuo has always told the truth and disdains to lie to you. Zhuo has said all here. If you don't believe it, you can draw a line."

Hearing this, Jinhe Old Monster and others looked stern and did not respond. Only the Black Dragon King had a murderous look on his face, and the demonic aura around him was also hidden from time to time.

"Since this is the case, Fellow Daoist Zhuo has a high fighting power, and we believe we are not his opponent. Ling and Fairy Zhong will not go with Fellow Daoist Zhuo. In the subsequent fight for the treasure, we will rely on our own abilities." Yi Tuo Ling Xiu arched his hands towards Zhuo Haoran, and then turned and flew towards the entrance deep in the hall.

After Zhong Shuangtong glanced at Zhuo Haoran, he also flew away silently.

The remaining Jinhe Old Monster and Yinkui Old Demon looked at each other. They felt a little aggrieved. They fought with the Black Dragon King, the fool, for a long time, but in the end they didn't even get a drop of the True Spirit Water.

Thinking about Zhuo Haoran's fighting power, he was not even a match for the two Prajna late monks of the Xiji Ancient Buddha Tianzong. Even if he joined forces with Yinkui Old Demon, it would not be enough.

As for joining forces with the Black Dragon King? Jinhe Old Monster just thought about it and pushed the idea out of his mind.

With this thought, he winked at Yinkui Old Demon, and then the two turned around and left silently.

After everyone left, Zhuo Haoran looked at the Black Flood Dragon King coldly: "Does the Black Flood Dragon King still want to fight with Zhuo?"

Seeing that everyone did not want to conflict with Zhuo Haoran, the Black Flood Dragon King was straightforward, but he was not a fool. The person in front of him was more powerful than himself. If he acted rashly, he would not be sure at all. Moreover, the treasure had been taken away. Regardless of whether Zhuo Haoran had taken the treasure for himself, the probability that he could take it from him was very small.

Thinking of this, the Black Flood Dragon King snorted coldly, and then his whole body was wrapped in black demonic energy, and he went to the depths of the hall and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After everyone left, Zhuo Haoran's face darkened.

In fact, among these people, he was the most aggrieved. In his own formation, and right under his nose, the treasure was taken away by a Jindan cultivator. Even if he said this, he would lose face.

Not to mention that no one would believe it, even if someone believed it, he would lose face.

"Good boy, don't let me catch you."

After saying that, Zhuo Haoran also turned into a white light and headed deep into the hall.

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"Bang~~Puff." Xiao Lin hit a stone wall hard, and suddenly felt dizzy, his internal organs tumbling, and he fell to the ground, unable to help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Xiao Lin endured the severe pain in his body, looked around, and found that his surroundings were pitch black, and only a glimmer of light could be vaguely seen in the distance.

However, as long as he confirmed that there was no one around, Xiao Lin's heart was relieved.

He sat cross-legged, took out a magic pill from the star ring, swallowed it, and then circulated his mind and adjusted his breathing.

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Lin slowly opened his eyes, took a long breath, and his pale face regained a hint of redness.

"Where is this?" After waking up, the first thing Xiao Lin thought of was his current situation.

At the moment when Zhuo Haoran sent out the Haoran sword energy towards him, he vaguely remembered that he only had time to grab a ten thousand year old black fairy fruit, and then activated the small teleportation order in his body.

The small teleportation order can transport oneself a million miles away in an instant, but in this Liuli Immortal Mansion, Xiao Lin did not know whether the small teleportation order could do it.

Otherwise, according to this distance, he would have left the Glazed Immortal Mansion long ago.

Xiao Lin stood up and felt some pain in his internal organs, but he didn't care. After recuperation, his injuries were not serious. Xiao Lin even felt a little puzzled about his injuries.

Although a trace of sword energy invaded his body when he left, he should not be seriously injured. You should know that Xiao Lin, who practiced the Holy Scale Burning Heaven Art, has a very strong body and ordinary magic weapons cannot hurt him.

Xiao Lin tried hard to recall the scene of the teleportation just now. He vaguely remembered that he seemed to have rushed into a glazed space, full of colorful light. Although this process only lasted for a moment.

But to Xiao Lin, it felt like it penetrated an unknown distance.

Xiao Lin looked up at the faint light in front of him, frowned, and walked forward cautiously.

Soon Xiao Lin came to a small hall. The entire hall was only a few dozen feet in radius, and a cushion was placed in the center of the hall, with a stone pillar standing on each side of the cushion.

One of the stone pillars was empty, while the other one had a jade tablet hanging in the air, emitting a faint green spiritual light.

The light that Xiao Lin saw earlier came from this jade tablet.

Xiao Lin couldn't help but feel a little curious. From the cushion, it can be seen that this should be the place where a cultivator practices, but the jade tablet doesn't look like a magic weapon.

Thinking of this, Xiao Lin couldn't help but walk through the corridor with some curiosity and entered the hall.

At this time, Xiao Lin found that there were two bookshelves around the hall. One of the bookshelves was filled with hundreds of books, while the other bookshelf had only a dozen snow-white jade slips.

Seeing this, Xiao Lin couldn't help but show a surprised expression on his face.

He hurried to the bookshelf, picked up a jade slip, put it in his palm, and browsed it carefully.

"Third turn soul-condensing pill?" After a moment, Xiao Lin withdrew his mind from the jade slip, and a happy expression appeared on his face.

"It's actually a recipe for a fourth-level elixir?" Xiao Lin never thought that in this unknown hall, the recipes for fourth-level elixir were placed casually.

Thinking of this, Xiao Lin planned to put away all the jade slips and books in front of him, and study them slowly after returning to the cave in the future.

"I didn't expect that I have been silent here for thousands of years, and only today can someone enter here through the nine-layer illusion of glazed glass." At this time, a female voice suddenly sounded.

Caught off guard, Xiao Lin was really scared. He turned around and stared at the jade plate hanging above the stone pillar, full of vigilance.

"Don't be nervous, I have no ill intentions."

As if seeing Xiao Lin's nervous expression, the female voice sounded again.

"Who are you, senior? Why are you playing tricks here? Please show yourself."

"My name is Mo Li, and my acquaintances call me Fairy Mo Li."

"So it's Senior Mo Li...Mo Li...Ah, Senior Mo Li, one of the Twin Immortals of the East China Sea?" When Xiao Lin heard the name Mo Li, he didn't react at first, but after realizing that the owner of this name was one of the Twin Immortals of the East China Sea, Xiao Lin's face changed and he exclaimed.

"Since you can come into the Liuli Immortal Mansion, I think you know something about my husband and me. Yes, I am one of the Twin Immortals of the East China Sea you mentioned."

"Hasn't Senior already fallen?" Xiao Lin said with a very solemn expression.

"My original body has indeed fallen, and the one talking to you now is actually a remnant soul of Fairy Mo Li."

"Remnant soul?" Xiao Lin was even more vigilant when he heard this. When Fairy Yeyue came back to life, he was very wary of these legendary figures.

God knows whether the residual soul of Fairy Mo Li will be resurrected in some way. For people of this realm, it seems that it is not easy to make them really fall.

"Senior, you suddenly appeared in front of me, what is your intention?"

The residual soul of Fairy Mo Li fell silent after hearing this. After a while, he said: "Fairy Mo Li sealed a trace of her residual soul in this jade tablet carved from ten thousand years of cold jade, which seemed to indicate that she would never come back. I have thought about the value of my existence countless times over the past thousands of years."

"After thinking about it for thousands of years, I finally understand it."