The poor and dignified weapon refiner was about to be restrained by the owner of the blue feather robe that he had worked so hard to refine, and his body was snatched away and killed. How could Hua Yan be willing to do so?

Only the left hand could move the bound body. With a twitch of his fingers, a red lotus flower began to rotate on his fingertips.

She would rather give it a try than have her body taken away from her!

The pain in the internal organs was squeezed, and breathing seemed to be tightly stopped by a big invisible hand...

The spirit-binding formation, no matter how exquisite it is, is still a formation, and as long as it is a formation, it has its own way of life.

As for the Soul-Calling Book, when Zuo Yin relaxes, there is always a chance to escape.

After a quick calculation, Huayan sacrificed her life in search of a glimmer of hope!

The five fingers were clenched tightly, and the magic weapon in his hand was constantly being grasped and turned into ashes at a shocking speed.

Hua Yan wants to destroy all the magic weapons? Zuo Yin and Mo Xiu Yuer's expressions changed because of Hua Yan's crazy actions. Who is Hua Yan? Hua Yan is a great weapon refiner. The magic weapons she refined

He is better than other weapon refiners and has a higher level.

They would plot against Hua Yan and restrain her instead of directly ambush and assassinate her, why not to grab the magic weapon in her refined eight-treasure bag.

According to Zuo Yin's idea, when Huayan was threatened, he would definitely bring out the eight-treasure bag, and he would take the opportunity to snatch it away instead of constantly destroying the magic treasures in the eight-treasure bag.

"Stop, Huayan, I didn't want to kill you, don't get excited..." Zuo Yin said and was about to step forward and grab the ever-changing magic weapon in Huayan's hand.

Hua Yan couldn't hear the outside sound at this time. She only knew that her life breath was passing away. She just hoped that she could use the consumption of magic weapons to distract Zuo Yin before her life passed away, so that she could separate herself.

Some spiritual consciousness entered the soul-binding formation's life gate to gain a glimmer of hope for themselves.

"She wants to escape!" Mo Xiu Yu'er, who had been 'poisoned to death', suddenly stood up and shouted, then ran towards the Shengmen, blocking Hua Yan's consciousness.

The Huayan Hand Technique was gently squeezed, and a burst of momentum instantly erupted. Before Mo Xiu Yuer had time to use her famous stunt, a flash of consciousness penetrated her chest and went straight to the door of life.

"Immortal...immortal..."

Huayan's consciousness moved forward and encountered another obstacle. This time it was Zuo Yin. Zuo Yin's body was surrounded by the soul-obsessing book. Huayan's consciousness hit the soul-deceiving book and popped out abruptly.

Huayan's consciousness was traumatized and she felt dizzy for a while, and blood surged from her mouth. When she came to her senses, what she saw was the soul-stirring book.

Hua Yan reluctantly squeezed her hand, and her weak consciousness rushed towards the door of death again. Even if it was a risk, she couldn't bear the feeling of being manipulated.

When the Death Door was detonated, he saw Zuo Yin breaking through the Nascent Soul in an instant, hugging the demon cultivator and roaring, and then looked at her with hatred on his face.

Hua Yan suddenly felt that her so-called death together was like a self-directed joke.

It will be hard for her to close her eyes until she dies. If she could do it all over again, if she was given a chance, she would definitely...

Under the Xuanji sect, Hua Yan, the great weapon refiner, and Hua Yu died nine hundred and seventy years ago, and their bodies were smashed into ashes by Zuo Yin, a rising star in the world of cultivation...

In the same year, Xinxing Zuo Yin was imprisoned at the bottom of the alchemy furnace by Daoxuan, a disciple of the Xuanji Sect, and was subjected to eighteen rounds of fire, with his bones shattered and ashes spread!

In the same year, Daoxuan, the great alchemy cultivator, appeared for the last time in front of the monks with a rouge-colored hairband woven with red threads in his hand. In the same month, it was revealed that he sold elixirs to demons.

, was questioned by everyone, but did not care. When he was forced to hand over the elixir and formula in his hand, he suddenly disappeared.

In the same year, Yan Bushou of Xiangju Shuixie, who had been keeping a low profile, founded the Poison King Valley sect in Poison Valley. Only then did everyone realize that Yan Bushou of Xiangju Shuixie, who had always been famous for doing good deeds, was the man who made people famous hundreds of years ago.

The helpless creator of poisonous people.

The Poison Man suddenly disappeared six hundred years ago, almost making them forget the terror of the Poison Man...

The following year, a huge shock occurred in the Babel Tower. The roar of the demon dragon attracted the Demon Lord to the Babel Tower to obtain the World-Proud Immortal Killing Sword, and began a new chapter in which all living beings were devastated...

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The pain on her back made Huayan slowly open her eyes. What she saw was the dark green bamboo mat. She turned her face sideways and looked at the sunlight coming in through the gaps in the bamboo curtain. The morning wind was mixed with a little medicinal fragrance.

The gentle fragrance of bamboo blows into the room through the window lattice.

Hua Yan blinked and was a little confused for a moment. Where was she? She remembered that she should be dead.

He turned his head and tried to get up, but he pulled the wound behind him. Is this? An injury on the back?

She lay down quietly for a while and then stood up again. The pain in her back was still obvious... wasn't it a dream?

Hua Yan used the Ice Soul Art to draw spiritual energy into her body, and the pain behind her body temporarily eased a little. She knew that this wound was definitely not caused by ordinary whipping, but caused by the whip in the law enforcement hall. The whip of the whip was

Violating the body and whipping the soul, such pain cannot be easily cured. If it weren't for the Ice Soul Art, which is an excellent secret book, I'm afraid it wouldn't even be able to relieve the pain.

She remembered that she seemed to have never been whipped like this when she wasted the Peiyuan Dan, and when she was whipped so hard, it should have been caused by the incident when she was eleven years old...

Hua Yan put her fingers on her neck with great effort, pulled the red string, and pulled out a piece of milky white jade plaque from under her body that was not very good in texture and even had obvious scratches, with the word "Fan Xin" written on it. The familiar touch made Hua Yan feel

Huanxin, after all, in her memory, this jade medal was worn all the time before she entered Xuanji Sect when she was three years old. It was later broken in a fight.

Holding the white jade medal tightly, she lay down on the cool bamboo mat spread on the couch, looking at the tail end of the hairband woven with many red threads dangling in front of her eyes. Huayan was a little confused as it swayed.

The pain told her that she was not dreaming. Could it be that what happened before was a dream?

Standing up despite the pain in her back, Huayan looked around. Just now she couldn't see clearly when she was lying down, but now she took a closer look and saw the familiar bamboo house.

The Bamboo House was created when she was ten years old. After she shined in the Jiuxiao Palace, she was intentionally or unintentionally excluded by her senior brothers and sisters. She had no choice but to take advantage of her "genius" halo and use her "privilege" to choose to live in the Jingling Terrace on the top of the spiritual peak.

Above, is the bamboo house belonging to the Medicine Sect.

This stay lasted six years.

The Jingling Terrace at the Peak of Spirit belongs to the Medicine Sect and is not the highest mountain in the Xuanji Sect. It is not even half as high as the Chengtian Terrace where the Xuanji Sect's main hall is located. However, it is far more famous than the Chengtian Terrace because of its wonder.

The bamboo house is located above a wonderland.

The spiritual peak is trapezoidal, and the Pure Spirit Platform stands in it. On top of it, there is a flaming rock that cannot be extinguished by rain, which is very suitable for refining weapons and elixirs.

Looking up from the foot of the mountain, what you can see is indeed black ice that has not melted for thousands of years. I wonder if it is because of the blending of ice and fire. The layer of bamboo forest and spiritual spring sandwiched in the middle appear to be full of vitality.

The climate is also excellent.

But no matter how beautiful the scenery is or how good the climate is, if it is not suitable for practice, it is nothing more than a place to live.

Because Hua Yan was known as the most promising genius disciple, although the elders in the family did not agree with her request to live in a bamboo house, they did not have any obvious objections.
Chapter completed!