It turned out that the Dragon King was not dead that day. When their Jiao clan reached the Rule Realm, they would awaken the life-saving technique, the soul-free and restoration technique. As long as the person who casts the technique is immortal, he can burn blood and resurrection.

Of course, every resurrection must be at the cost of ten drops of innate essence and blood. The body of the Jiaohuo King was killed by Wuhuo, but his soul was not destroyed. In this way, the Jiaohuo King followed Wuhuo in a state of wandering soul, explored the residence of Wuhuo, and revealed the news that he had obtained the inheritance of the sword god to the three sects and two sects, which created the current situation.

At the exit of the western mountain range of Beast King Ridge, there was a blood-colored bamboo tent at the Blood Soul Gate station, and the tent was brightly lit. A man tied with gauze and a gloomy face was facing the table listed on the cups and plates, with his eyes shining. This person was the King of Jiao Huo who had saved his life.

After he revealed the news, he became a guest of the Blood Soul Sect. The Blood Soul Sect treats Jiao Huo King with wine and meat every day.

King Jiao Huo put the wine glass on the table, "Hmph, little beast, I see how you die this time! This time, the three sects and two sects sent out several disciples, and sealed the Beast King Ridge so that it could not even fly out. Wait for you to fall into my hands, Humph, I broke your limbs, put them in the thatched cottage, and clean the toilet for me every day, haha!"

He raised his neck and drank the glass of American wine in one go...

At the Yunyou Sect's headquarters, Wuhun wiped his hands, his lips curled up, and walked out of the tent. He had already found out from the person that this time, the three sects and two sects knew that he had been passed down, which was quite a bit of a piece.

The three sects and two sects dispatched more than 300 disciples, seven first-level elders and three third-level deacons to guard the Sandao Pass of the Beast King Ridge.

This time, so many people were dispatched, one was because they were afraid that other factions would compete, and the other was that according to information, Wuhun was cunning and suspicious to prevent changes.

The few people who had just solved the problem of the soul were just coming out to explore the way. The disciples who came this time were about the middle stage of the Spirit Wheel, the elders were in the middle stage of the Rules Realm, and the deacons were at the peak of the Spirit Realm.

Yunyou Sect and Bati Sect guard the Beishankou, Luofeng Sect guard the East Mountainkou, Shengquan Gate and Blood Soul Gate guard the Nanshankou and Xishankou respectively, while most of the elders and Jiao Huo Kings were attending the banquet at the Blood Soul Gate.

Wuhun looked at Mingyue above his head and sneered: "Hmph, since you are here to grab things, be prepared to be robbed. I can't kill the elder for the time being, but disciple...even if I give you advice before leaving!"

A strange smell came into Wuhun's nostrils. Wuhun moved his nose and followed the smell to the grass not far from the tent. The weeds in the grass collapsed to both sides. Wuhun saw two concave pieces and a strange pool of liquid on the ground with the moonlight. It was obvious that someone had been here just now, and it was not short.

"Not good!" Wuhun recalled just now... it seemed that one person was missing when he started.

Wuhun regretted it and stamped the ground with his feet, "Oh!", it was all because he was too careless and had to catch him immediately. This disrupted his plan, and even whether he could escape was a problem.

Wu Soul followed the traces in the weeds, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the darkness...

In the northern mountain range of Beast King Ridge, a man with a wounded shoulder and wearing the costumes of Yunyou Sect disciples walked on the mountain road, which was soulless.

After the soulless tracking failed, he turned into the Yunyou disciple he had killed before, trying to get into the Yunyou station and make him turn the world upside down. After all, the most dangerous place is also the safest place.

Wuhun pretended to be exhausted and took heavy steps to the tent of the station.

"Who" asked, and two people jumped out of the grass, each holding weapons to block the Soul-Wu's way.

Wuhun shouted in a crying voice: "It's me, Hua Sheng! You don't know me anymore."

The two of them looked up and down carefully and saw that Wuhun's face was covered in blood and his clothes were torn. One of them vaguely saw that Wuhun looked familiar, and pulled the other person and muttered in a low voice.

Wuhun smiled in his heart, "Hmph, my disguise is not something I can do. Don't talk about you, even if his biological parents come, they may not be able to recognize him."

Then, he pretended to be pitiful again, "Two brothers, I really don't recognize me anymore. I'm from Brother Nan's group."

One of them seemed to remember something and shouted: "Why is Hua Sheng you? Haven't you explored the way?"

Wuhun squeezed his eyes, forced a few tears, and cried, "They are all dead, they are all dead, I... ran back alone, I want to see the deacon, I have something to blame."

Wuhun staggered and was about to fall. The man quickly rushed to support him and then rushed to the garrison. Another person said, "Haozi, I don't have a password, can I put it in?"

Haozi patted his shoulder and said, "Manniu, I know this person, yes, can you still trust me..."

Wuhun was put into a tent, and Haozi said, "You have a rest first, I'll go find a deacon."

Wuhun responded and sat down to recuperate.

Soon, the tent door was opened, and a middle-aged man in blue walked in, looked at Wuhun, and said coldly: "You are Hua Sheng, what happened? Tell me quickly!"

Wuhun looked at the blue-clothed deacon in a daze. Haozi thought Wuhun was frightened and pulled Wuhun's sleeve and whispered: "What are you doing when you are standing there? Deacon Wang is asking you!"

Wuhun then recovered, grabbed Deacon Wang's sleeve, and cried, "Deacon Wang, you have to make a decision for me. They are all... dead. The person who killed them may be that boy named Wuhun."

Deacon Wang had originally hated this lower-level disciple who dared to hold his sleeve, but when he heard the word "Soulless" and his eyes were shining. Whoever wanted to catch Soulless, catching him would mean wealth and power.

Deacon Wang grabbed the soulless wrist with both hands and asked anxiously: "What did you say? When did you see that soulless, where is he?"

Soulless pretended to be extremely painful, "Deacon... Be gentle, my wrist... hurts so much!"

Deacon Wang hurriedly let go, poured a glass of water for Wuhun, pulled him down, and said, "Drink a sip of water first, and talk slowly, what happened?"

Wuhun drank a sip of water and told him everything.

Deacon Wang frowned slightly, "This soulless person is so bold. He dares to break into the three sects alone. He will not act at night... No, I have to go to the Blood Soul Sect quickly and notify other bigwigs!"

Deacon Wang turned around and called someone and said, "I must guard the station after I leave and tell everyone to be alert. Something might happen tonight. I will go to the Blood Soul Sect to do something."

Deacon Wang took Wuhun out of the station and headed straight to the Blood Soul Gate. A smile appeared on the corner of Wuhun's mouth, and he hurriedly followed Deacon Wang...

The night was dark, two figures were moving rapidly under the moonlight, and a weak voice came, "Dashi Wang, I... I can't run anymore, can you slow down?"

Deacon Wang saw that the journey was not too far, and he was about to arrive after walking for another hour. Deacon Wang pointed at Wuhun impatiently and said, "It's so tiring to run this little road. How do you usually warn you disciples to study hard and practice hard, look at you..."

Wuhun smiled and replied, "Yes", thinking to himself: "Old thing, let you be crazy for a while, I can't even cry."

Deacon Wang snorted and sat on a bluestone to calm his mind.

Wuhun sat beside him, his eyes were cold, and he stretched his palms and pushed him to the back of his heart. Deacon Wang felt the air behind him stagnant, and turned over and rolled to the side, avoiding the palm wind but still avoided the slightest point, slapped his shoulder with a palm, and his shoulder blades broke.

Deacon Wang endured the pain, glared at Wuhun and asked, "Who are you? You can't be Hua Sheng."

Wuhun laughed, "Then Deacon, who do you think I am!"

The sword light flashed, and Deacon Wang slashed his neck, and Deacon Wang leaned back and avoided the knife.

With a clang, the sword under the ribs was unsheathed. Deacon Wang's long sword was dotted, forming a star map, shouting: "Starry sky - thousands of stars!" The sword light turned into evil dragons, penetrated the air and stabbed the soulless.

Wuhun smiled faintly, and the long sword in his hand flew. The sword energy in this space was scattered, and each sword energy accurately split a star mark.

Deacon Wang was so tight that his chest was so tight that he knew that this person was invincible. He turned around and ran towards the Blood Soul Sect. As long as he reached the Blood Soul Sect, it would be safe.

After running for a while, Deacon Wang saw that no one was chasing him, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Hmph, no matter how good your kung fu is, it will be useless if you don't have a good kung fu."

Deacon Wang suddenly felt a chill coming from behind his neck, and a faint voice came, "Can you want to run away?"

As soon as the blood light appeared, Deacon Wang fell to the ground, Wuhun rubbed blood on his body, and turned around and left...

The floating light shines on the shadows, and the snow reflects the blue clouds;

But no matter how hesitated, all of them became enemies.

Singing blood as frost, looking down on the nine heavens;
Chapter completed!