Su Qingfeng, Su Fanglong and others drove two fine copper chariots and rode forward.

Zong Ya, Gu Jianfeng, Zuoqiu was driving a fine copper chariot and lagging behind slightly, Chen Xun accompanied the three girls in the car.

Chen Xun closed his eyes and understood the method of refining the Xuan Lei Magic Formation. Qingxuan and Jiang Bingyun were also practicing in a corner of the copper cart, while Chang Xi was bored through the small window and looking at the beauty of snow-covered peaks in the distance.

They walked around the west foot of Python Yaling and encountered no monsters along the way. Eighteen scaled horses dragged their chariots south. Apart from the bumpy and rugged roads, there was no danger or twists and turns.

Chen Xun did not bring A Qing by his side this time. No one in Canglan could recognize A Qing's bloodline, but it was hard to say that he brought it to Shenxiao Sect.

Chen Xun also left the two-tailed fire fox in Longqiu Pond, with Chang Zhen and Lao Kui there, Chen Xun didn't know what dangers Longqiu Pond would encounter, but the development of Beishan would completely stagnate.

Unless the monsters can be eliminated, the people in Beishan will have to trap Longqiu Pond.

The Xuanyin heavy water array can only cover a narrow area with Longqiu Pond as the core and several miles in a circle.

Such a small place is only enough for thousands of children in Beishan, and relatives have difficulty in experiencing refuge and survival.

Even if the siege of the White Wolf River is solved, there is no possibility of completely solving the future problems in the short term. In the later stage, there will still be large monsters, continuously crossing Tushan and entering Python Yaling.

Fascinated by the scenery, Chang Xi turned her head and looked at Jiang Bingyun who was calling the mask to cover her face. Along the way, Jiang Bingyun didn't say a word, but just sat cross-legged in the inner corner of the chariot to practice. It seemed that practice was everything to her. Anyone who looked at her would lower her head to avoid the eyes of others.

Chang Xi was very curious. Why were there so many secrets around Chen Xun? He looked at Jiang Bingyun's eyes and asked Qingxuan with a smile: "Are you not curious about her identity?"

"I am just a sword slave beside the young master, without a name or a face to see the world." Jiang Bingyun said lightly when he saw Chang Xi having nothing to say, his tone was plain like a piece of ice pressing under his tongue.

Qingxuan was of course curious about Jiang Bingyun's identity. She was like a shadow in the battle from Tianma Lake. She followed Chen Xun and told her that she had no chance to get close to Chen Xun.

Just Chang Xi's question of trouble, Qingxuan's pretty face turned red, as if Chen Xun and her had no formal promises, so she had no face to act jealous.

Jiang Bingyun has lived in secluded underground for the past few years, and her skin is tenderer than a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, and her eyebrows and eyes are slightly pale. Due to the change of her mind and personality, her posture and demeanor have changed greatly. Qingxuan has been in the car together for a few days, and Qingxuan can't recognize her as "Aunt Yun" whom she missed for a long time.

Chen Xun saw the doubt in Qingxuan's eyes and said in a voice transmission: "If the siege of the White Wolf River can be successfully resolved this time, after leaving Canglan, there are a lot of things to tell you."

Qingxuan's beautiful eyes were soaked in autumn, with a moist shiny light. She was embarrassed to whisper to Chen Xun in front of others, and calmed down her mind and continued to comprehend the Qingyuan Sword Technique.

"What are you guys talking about?" Chang Xi was very depressed when she saw that she couldn't even tell the whisper between Chen Xun and Qingxuan.

Qingxuan blushed and said nothing. Chen Xun knew that he would not find anything to distract Chang Xi's mind. This woman might be so bored that she would reveal Jiang Bingyun's face.

Let Qingxuan know that Jiang Bingyun is still alive and nothing is wrong, but how can Jiang Bingyun face Su Qingfeng?

Chen Xun took out the Blood River Demon Sword from the Sumeru Ring and handed it to Chang Xi: "Master, what can you see strange about this sword?"

The Blood River Demon Sword was taken out from the Sumeru Ring and the extremely fierce blood-devouring breath was revealed. Chang Xi was immediately attracted to his attention. He took the Blood River Demon Sword and placed it on his knee to sense it carefully. However, the more detailed the inspection, the more shocked he was, and he said in surprise: "How many lives did this sword harvest? The Blood Demon is so fierce?"

Chen Xun saw that Chang Xi could not even recognize the real strangeness of the Blood-Through River Demon Sword, so he didn't point it out directly.

If the secret of the Blood River Demon Sword is easily revealed, the man in black, Yi Qingquan and others want to hide the secret of the remnants of the Thousand Demon Sect and borrow the space rift and return to Canglan from the Thousand Demon Realm, they will definitely take back both Yang Zhu and the Blood River Demon Sword as soon as possible.

Chen Xun also used the Soul-breaking Pearl to enter the depths of Yang Zhu's soul, and found out that Yang Zhu was using the external alchemy magic technique to practice this sword, otherwise he would have mistakenly thought the demonic aura exposed by this sword as a blood evil spirit.

The Blood Sword Sect uses the Blood Sword as the gate. The Xuan Soldier has blood evil spirits, so it should not be a big fuss.

After the mysterious sword armor has been killed, it will be attached to the blood evil. The more severe the killing, the heavier the blood evil.

However, only if a single spiritual sword kills 100,000 or millions of people, can it be possible to condense such a strong blood evil spirit.

Four thousand years ago, the Xiwu Dynasty was founded, and there were countless times when the rebellion was suppressed. Every time, blood flowed into a river and people were piled up. Among the killings of tens of thousands of people and hundreds of millions of people, many blood evil mysterious soldiers were passed down.

However, the Blood River Demon Sword used by Yang Zhu is not a blood evil mysterious soldier. It is a magic soldier completely condensed with the Blood River Demonic Art. In fact, it is equivalent to the Demonic Extra Pill that Yang Zhu cultivated outside his body. It is just that the Fire Marquis did not refine the demonic nature.

Perhaps it is very difficult for the man in black to use his magic skills to help Yang Zhujin enter the Tianyuan Realm, and Yang Zhu does not have the ability to refine the real Blood River Demon Sword.

"The Blood Sword Sect has been destroyed by Beishan Mountain. This sword is the magic sword used by Yang Zhu, the leader of the Blood Sword Sect." Chen Xun said.

Chang Xi frowned. She was eccentric, but she knew that it would never be a simple thing to carry the blood sword that Chen Xun was solemn.

"There are not so many people in the wasteland that can be killed by Yang Zhu..." Chen Xun said.

Chang Xi thought that Yang Zhu might have obtained this blood-demon mysterious soldier from other places, but when he thought about what Chen Xun wanted to say, he asked in shock: "Are you saying that the breath exposed by this sword is not a blood-demon, but a demon-demon?"

"I can't tell whether it is a blood evil or a demon evil, I'm just a little suspicious," Chen Xun said, "I just don't know if there is a secret method to condense the demon evil with magic weapons..."

After Chen Xun's statement, Chang Xi's mind suddenly became clear and said, "Four thousand years ago, before the Thousand Demon Sect was destroyed, there was a magic weapon to condense the demon evil spirit."

"You guessed all of this and it has nothing to do with me." Chen Xun retreated to the corner of the chariot and continued to comprehend the method of refining the Xuan Lei magic array. It seemed that the Blood River Demon Sword had nothing to do with him.

Chang Xi understood what Chen Xun was thinking. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, leaned over and said, "Are you pouring the disaster on me?"

Chen Xun spread his hands and asked in a daze: "What's the trouble? I don't know. What's the benefit of me? I asked the boss to snatch it away. Even the spiritual sword seized from the leader of the Blood Sword Sect could not be saved. If the boss didn't care about it, he would just throw the sword out of the car."

Chang Xi was so angry that her teeth were itchy.

Chen Xun naturally knew that this magic sword was related to the Thousand Demon Sect. He had to report such an important matter to the sect, otherwise he would not know how great the consequences would be. But if Chen Xun directly handed the magic sword to the sect, the shameful secrets on him would inevitably be unable to escape the eyes of the master of the sect.

After all, Chen Xun still wanted to hide his shameful secret.

Chang Xi regretted it at this time. When he was in Longqiu Pond, he wanted to see what the two old monsters hidden at the bottom of the pool were.

However, Chang Xi was also afraid that the secrets on her would be seen through by others at that time, but she did not expect that at this time, she would turn to join Chen Xun's army.

Chang Xi was angry. Seeing that Chen Xun had a smug smile on his lips, he kicked him out of the car.

"Ah!" Qingxuan saw Chang Xi suddenly touching Chen Xun, and she screamed and immediately covered her lips. She knew that Chang Xi taught Chen Xun a lesson, and it was not her turn to interrupt.

Chen Xun kicked Chang Xi coldly. A spiritual power came out from the bottom of Chang Xi's feet and made him unable to resolve it. He fell down a dog to eat shit and got up in a mess.

Chang Xi smiled and asked in the carriage, "Oh, what a big man, he can fall asleep even when he gets in a car, and you have lost all the face of Shenxiao Sect..."

Chen Xun thought that he could not beat this girl, so he had to speed up and catch up with the fine copper chariot that Su Fanglong drove.

The monks in the school in Su Fanglong's car looked at him strangely. Chen Xun smiled and said, "It smells like taking off his shoes. The boss can't stand it, so he kicked me out of the car. These women are really unreasonable. How big can we masters have a smelly feet?"

Cultivators in the fetal realm are prone to blood cleaning. The physical body is more pure than the body. How could they still have feet odor? Su Fanglong and the others naturally don’t believe Chen Xun’s nonsense, but Chang Xi’s cultivation is higher than that of the Supreme Elder in the Academy and a true disciple of the Shenxiao Sect, so they naturally dare not make any jokes behind their backs.

Chen Xun has risen in Canglan and in the battle of Longqiutan, the situation of his commandering the twelve demon bodies puppets has penetrated deeply into the hearts of everyone. However, everyone still has the impression of his youth being frivolous, and it was less than ten years ago. They all think he is quite friendly, without any sense of alienation, and talks randomly.

At this time, Hei Peng, who was flying above their heads, still let out a shrill and tragic cry without warning.

Chen Xun was startled and looked up and saw the black Peng like a kite with broken strings, like a huge rock from the sunken lake, not knowing life and death.

Chang Xi was also suddenly shocked at this time, and his jade feet rose up in the air while stepping on the spiritual green lotus.

Only then did Chen Xun see a black shadow on the hill on the right, as if it was rolling in the valley, the shadows of electric light and light were sweeping towards them, less than a thousand feet away from them.

Chen Xun was shocked. Even Chang Xi asked the enemy to be close to Qianzhang without any alert. How strong is this person?

If it weren't for Su Qingfeng's black penis being alerted in the air, they wouldn't have discovered it if the enemy was killed in the vicinity. Chen Xun could not have imagined such a tragic scene.

It only takes a moment for the black shadow to fight for such a short distance, but in such a short time, the three spiritual mountain and river formations were not enough to be activated.

The dark shadow was breathing majestic, as if the huge hills of mountains and rivers were pressing, making people breathless. Chang Xi slashed with a sword, and the man raised his hand and shook the hundred-foot sword energy into a shattered light shadow. Chang Xi could not block the power of the countershock, and his delicate body flew into a high altitude.

Chen Xunqing knew that he was far from the enemy of this person, but if he wanted to fight for Su Fanglong and the others to use the Juling Mountain and River Formation, he could only grit his teeth and rush forward.

Chen Xun's thoughts turned, and the nine-mouth spiritual sword was used like a flowing shadow, blocking the road where the black shadow rushed to kill three fine copper chariots...

"Get out of the way, you are not the enemy of the snake demon!" Chang Xi saw that Chen Xun had a mantis arm blocking the car, and the man was in the sky and shouted angrily.

If you can't block it, you have to block it. Chen Xun's spiritual energy rotated wildly and bent towards the Nine-mouth Spiritual Sword.

If he did not block the three chariots would be broken instantly, and most of them would have to explain to them here after that.
Chapter completed!