There are eight poems of Nine Infants, and a soul appears above each poem. The power of the soul of the Yuanying level suddenly explodes, firmly binding the eight monsters.

After encountering the seal of the soul of the Eighth Ancestor, Nine Infants are as if they have encountered natural enemies.

Hundreds of years ago, it was sealed by the Eighth Patriarch's Yuanshen. Now that the seal reappears, Jiuying can no longer move immediately.

Not only did Jiuying unable to move rashly, but even Fan Dao was imprisoned by the violent pressure. If he had not broken free with all his strength, he might have been sealed.

It took a lot of effort to break free from the seal of imprisonment, staring at the demon sword in the air in horror.

He found that his connection with the Demon Sword was cut off!

"Little boy, learn a little, this is called keeping a hand."

Hongfei smiled and said, "I will teach you my life's unique skills. Even the Tianxu Sword Technique and the Demon Sword are all taught. Not only are you not grateful, but you will repay your kindness and revenge and use the demon sword I gave you to kill me. If it weren't for this way to intimidate Jiuying, would you be going to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors today?"

As a veteran Nascent Soul master in Nanzhou, Hongfei's scheming is deep enough.

He gave Fan Dao everything, and his status as a spiritual stone, and his unique skills were also given, but he did not teach Fan Dao to call the ancestor seal with his hand.

Only Hongfei can awaken the Eighth Ancestor, and once the Eighth Ancestor wakes up, he can suppress the Nine Infants. No matter who is in the hands of the demon sword, it can be retracted in an instant.

"receive!"

Hongfei made a move, and the demon sword flew in with a roar, and the eight nine infants dragged forward on the ground without moving.

It’s not that Jiuying’s eight poems dare not move, but that he was imprisoned by a powerful seal. Each giant eye above the eight poems was scarlet red. It can be seen that Jiuying was extremely upset at this time, but he couldn’t break the power of the seal.

Seeing the demon sword leaving, Fan Dao suddenly woke up.

Hongfei is not easy to deal with, and he is seriously injured when he fights with Chen Tianluo. If Hongfei takes back the demon sword, he will definitely lose today.

After all, no matter how talented he is, Fan Dao is also a new Nascent Soul who has just advanced. He is still much less experienced than those old Nascent Soul masters.

"Come here!"

Fan Dao was unwilling to accept the sword technique and started again. He activated the demon sword at any cost and wanted to take it back. Unfortunately, his sword technique completely failed and the demon sword was finally taken away by Hongfei.

"The Longyan Sect's precepts, those who deceive their masters and destroy their ancestors should be punished by heavenly thunder."

Hongfei's eyes turned cold, he pointed at Fan Dao and said, "You are a traitor from Longyan Sect, and you should be punished for your crime!"

The sentence is punished according to the crime, and the words are justified. The eight ancestors above the beast's heads all stared at Fan Dao.

The eight Yuanying pressure suddenly formed a strange sealing force, and a solid barrier appeared around Fan Dao, like the size of a small house, trapping Fan Dao tightly like a cage.

The cage was formed and was unparalleled, and Fan Dao could not escape for a moment.

The imprisonment was just the beginning, and then the killing was killed. I saw Jiuying’s eight large mouths slowly spreading, surrounding the outside of the cage, and his sharp fangs aimed at Fan Dao in the cage.

The Eight Patriarch's Yuanshen controls the Nine Infants' Eight Poems, and these eight ancestors of the Longyan Sect actually want to clean up the portal.

The scene on the ring made everyone stunned.

Even those powerful Nascent Souls were shocked by the ancient soul's methods of controlling beasts.

Of course, more people were sorry for Fan Dao, especially the elders of Qianyun Sect.

Although Fan Dao's appearance on stage has nothing to do with Qianyun Sect, Fan Dao is obviously fighting against the Western Temple. In the current situation, any enemy of the Western Temple is the natural allies of Qianyun Sect.

Such a good free thug is about to be killed on the spot. Apart from a pity, the Jindan elders are powerless.

Like the elders, Chang Sheng on Fuyao Peak was powerless and could only watch countless fangs fall towards Fan Dao.

However, Changsheng is different from other elders.

Although he was unable to help Fan Dao, he was full of confidence in Fan Dao.

Although the danger is always in danger, in Chang Sheng's opinion, Fan Dao must have a backup plan. If he dies like this, he will not be the cunning and vicious Dao Master.

"A group of immortals! You are all confused!"

As expected, Fan Dao would not wait for death, but instead cursed in the imprisonment, and the Eighth Ancestor Longyan was scolding.

"Did the dead ghosts have been fooled by themselves? There is no distinction between loyalty and treacherous? If you have a little bit of sanity, just take a look at who is the traitor of the Longyan Sect!"

Fan Dao pointed at the eight souls on the snake's head and cursed: "A group of old blind men! Your Longyan Sect is gone! It was given to the Western Temple by the old thief Hongfei! You are still suppressing Jiuying, which is useless! If your home is gone, you have all become lonely ghosts!!!"

I don’t know if it was Fan Dao’s hysterical scolding, or if the saying “The lonely ghost touched the ancient soul”, the falling fangs stopped above Fan Dao’s head.

A trace of fluctuation appeared in the Eighth Ancestor's hollow eyes, and some struggle and anger appeared on the eight different souls' faces.

"Nonsense! Longyan Sect is still here, I am the Supreme Lord of Longyan!" Hongfei was slightly shocked and hurriedly shouted.

The ancient soul of the Eighth Ancestor is not a small matter. It is the eight Yuanying Yuanshen, which is the key to controlling the Nine Infants of the Demon Sword. It can be said that whoever has mastered the ancient soul of the Eighth Ancestor is the master of the Demon Sword.

"It's true that you are the Supreme Master of Longyan, but you are also the lackey of the Western Saint!" Fan Dao scolded even more crazily: "I swear to my soul! He Hongfei is a traitor of Longyan. If this statement is false, it will be punished by heaven and earth!!!"

It’s nothing to make a vow, and many vows in the world don’t need to be taken seriously.

But Fan Dao's oath at this time was not just a saying. He actually used his soul's energy to repel the purple palace. His mind was turbulent, and he opened his mouth and spewed out a bloodline.

This blood line seems ordinary, mixed with the power of the soul, forming a circle in the air, connecting the head and tail to form an obscure mark, and then disappearing into nothingness.

The soul oath must not be violated. If there is any falsehood, the heaven and earth will be killed!

Once the Soul Oath appeared, the Eighth Patriarch's murderous intent towards Fan Dao immediately disappeared, and he turned his hostile eyes to Hongfei.

Hongfei did not expect Fan Dao to use the soul oath that consumed the power of the soul, and the Eighth Ancestor showed signs of being uncontrollable.

The experienced Taoist Hongfei made a quick decision and used the last magic seal. As soon as this magic seal was released, the Eighth Patriarch's soul formed a confinement and sealed it into the eight poems of the Nine Infants.

The Eighth Ancestor's soul disappeared, and the Nine Infants' Eight Poems were completely unable to move, and began to slowly retract into the demon sword.

He raised his hand to grab the hilt of the demon sword, and Hongfei breathed a sigh of relief.

"So what if you swear with your soul? The Eighth Ancestor's soul is just a seal. They will not help you. The knife is still in my hands."

"I don't need them to help me. What I help is another thing..." Fan Dao gasped and said with a strange expression: "A thing that can make you have nightmares, hehe, hehehe..."

Amid the yin laughter, Fan Dao sprayed out a mouthful of soul and soul again.

The pain fell on his hand and was drawn by Fan Dao in the air. The mark consisted of nine curved thin lines, like a totem. After it was formed, it instantly penetrated the blade of the demon sword and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Hongfei was rushed into the knife by a strange mark before he could block it, and his expression was gloomy and clear.

roar……

As the mark penetrated, a unique roar rang out from the blade.

The sound was as sharp as metal and iron, with an ancient and fierce aura.

When the roar exploded, the dragon lice sealed in the Yin-Yang Pharmacy Bureau also let out a irritable roar.
Chapter completed!