Although Zixiao Zhenjun was physically restrained, he had been practicing the soul for a hundred years and his soul was extremely solid. After several needles, Wu Jun could not separate his soul and sweat couldn't help but sweat on his forehead.

True Lord Zixiao felt the pain deep in his soul, and a burst of headache was about to break, beads of sweat as big as beans kept flowing out, and said with a white face: "You and I... have no grievances or grudges. Haven't you just thought about Yinshan Gorge... Stop quickly, I can set up a poisonous curse and will definitely let you go, and I will never cause trouble for you afterwards..."

Wu Jun felt the power of the curse coming from the needle, resisted the discomfort in his body, took out the Tianjue needle from his pocket, and gritted his teeth and said, "While you said you would let me go, you curse me, do you think I am a fool?"

Zixiao Zhenjun said with a distorted expression: "You can see it, so let's stop together, otherwise I will have to die with you."

Wu Jun frowned and looked for the flaws of his martial arts, saying, "Then I count to three thousand, let's stop together."

True Lord Zixiao said angrily: "Are you playing tricks on me? I'm so painful that I've been counting to three thousand!"

Wu Jun stabbed the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head with a needle, and Zhenjun Zixiao immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

The blood did not fall to the ground, but gathered into a red line, and the spirit snake wrapped around Wu Jun's neck, forming a circle of red marks.

Wu Jun immediately felt that he had difficulty breathing, and another needle was stabbed on his Shenting acupoint.

This time, Zixiao Zhenjun's body trembled violently, and blood flowed out of the corners of his eyes and fell on the collar of his chest.

The power of the mantra on Zixiao Zhenjun immediately became weaker and he said, "You have hit my blood mantra and will die within three hours. Let me go now and I can help you untie the mantra."

Wu Jun said: "You don't have to worry about this, because I really can lift the curse." As he said that, the relics in his hand lit up, and a Buddha's light flashed, instantly melting the blood curse on his neck.

True Lord Zixiao turned black and said, "What an amazing method. It seems that you have taken great pains to kill me!"

Wu Jun said with a serious expression and murderous intent: "As a doctor, you should have saved your life. But you do many evil things and are even more cruel to practice with living people. If you let it go, it will only kill more people. Therefore, I have to violate the ancestral teachings today!" As he said that, another needle was pricked on his Shangxing acupoint.

The three Tianjue needles were connected into a thread, and in an instant, the power of the soul leaked out and surged out along the three golden needles.

Wu Jun took two steps back due to the strong air waves, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's done!"

Zixiao Zhenjun's eyes gradually lost their luster, and his voice became as thin as a gossip: "If I die, you can't escape. Once my soul is destroyed, hundreds of disciples in the sect will immediately have a sense of emotion. They will definitely avenge me... I'm waiting for you on the road to the underworld..."

Wu Jun wiped his sweat and said, "Yue'er, give him a sword!"

"good!"

Qin Yue'er nodded, and the purple lightning sword in her hand suddenly unsheathed. The purple sword energy instantly pierced his chest, extincting his last trace of vitality.

Zixiao's true man was so heartbroken that he leaned down and fell behind him.

Wu Jun exhaled a long breath of turbid air and said, "The Yinshan School's martial arts are so evil. The soul is so strong that it is almost as strong as Master Zhiyuan of Fayan Temple."

Qin Yue'er felt dozens of gloomy aura coming towards her, her face darkened, and she said, "The Yinshan Sect is here, I'll take you out!"

Wu Jun said: "No, the mountain is full of harsh energy. I just gathered and gave them a pot of food."

Qin Yue'er frowned slightly and said, "What is the stern spirit?"

"The mechanism of heaven and earth lies in the rise and fall of yin and yang. The sky is the yang energy, and the earth is the yin energy, which rises and falls, and Tai Chi is the mutual generation. The earth's qi is formed by the formation of Yin energy contaminated with poisonous miasma, which can induce many diseases such as plagues."

"The Yinshan Sect has lived in the mountains for a long time, and their bodies are already stained with a lot of earth-severe aura. If the earth-severe aura is solid, it can induce the yin and yang in their bodies to become unbalanced and die suddenly!"

Wu Jun said, took off the relics from the gloves and replaced them with the newly obtained dragon ball.

As the clan energy poured into the dragon ball, a whirlwind mixed with hail was triggered, pulling all the surrounding earthly auras.

At the same time, the Yinshan Sect members rushed over one after another, and looked at the whirlwind in front of them, and stopped one after another.

Seeing the head of Zixiao Zhenjun lying in a pool of blood, Jue Chenzi stood still stiffly, and everyone did not dare to act rashly, as if they were facing a great enemy, guarding Wu Jun and the others.

Wu Jun glanced at the people in front of him, put on an unfathomable look, and said, "Are you the only ones? Give you another quarter of an hour and call more people to avoid you saying that I am bullying the small ones for the big ones!"

A hunchbacked Taoist looked at Wu Jun and said with a gloomy face: "Who are you? Do you dare to report your name?"

Wu Jun showed a disdainful smile on his face and snorted: "Five hundred years ago, your ancestors escaped by chance from me. Didn't he mention this disgraceful thing to you?"

The hunchbacked Taoist took a breath and said in a daze: "You, you are... wrong. Our ancestor passed away six hundred years ago. How could you have seen him five hundred years ago?"

Halfway through, the hunchbacked Taoist suddenly reacted, immediately raised his eyebrows, and shouted at Wu Jun angrily: "This kid is delaying time, let's go together!"

As the words came to the ground, a storm broke out in an instant, and countless evil spirits of evil spirits emerged from his hunchback and flew towards Wu Jun with a roar.

Seeing that his lie was exposed, Wu Jun suddenly held the relics in his hand tightly. In an instant, light was made. In a dazzling Buddha light, the evil ghosts approaching evaporated from the black smoke, and bypassed Wu Jun, hovered in the hall, and did not dare to get closer.

At the same time, Qin Yue'er swept out with a sword, and a purple sword energy slashed towards the enemy in front of her.

Everyone in the Yinshan Sect dodged and used their own methods to attack Qin Yueer and Wu Jun.

Qin Yue'er blocked Wu Jun and wiped out the attacking spells and magic weapons with one sword. Then he raised his sword, held the sword in both hands, and shouted loudly: "Shura Sword Prison!"

The next moment, countless sword energy shot out from the sword of the Purple Lightning Divine Sword, forming a ball of sword energy gathered around it, and wrapped the two of them tightly in.

Seeing this, the hunchbacked Taoist glanced and walked over to the statue of the ancestor god. He took out an oar with yellow talismans from the stone platform, and sneered at Wu Jun and the others, "Hmph, you dare to enter the main hall of our Yinshan Sect. You really don't know how to live or die."

"You two keep my eyes open and see what's in my hands!"
Chapter completed!