"The Spiritual Core?" was almost shouted. How could Wan Xu, who was in a big force, not knowing that the Spiritual Core was something more precious than spiritual elixirs and spiritual weapons. Having it means the transformation of the soul and the greatest possible breakthrough in cultivation.

How could anyone take out such a good thing? And this is the core of the king's spirit.

Wan Xu was stupid and completely stunned, suspected that he had heard it wrong, because he didn't understand what the spiritual core is? Until he saw Xiao Yifei's calm face, Wan Xu realized that the big pie had indeed fallen and hit him, and also knew why Xiao Yifei suddenly blamed him.

"Sir,... the Spiritual Core is something that all monks dream of. You... you should keep it yourself. It is too precious." Wan Xu said gritting his teeth. How could he not be moved in the face of the temptation of the Spiritual Core, but he could not get Xiao Yifei's pulse for a while.

Xiao Yifei smiled and said, "You have felt that my cultivation and mental power are very different, so I don't lack this thing. You just need to bear this kindness." After that, he did not argue with Wan Xu again and left. When he came to the door, he said, "This spiritual core is king-level, so the spiritual power it contains is pure and very large. Seniors should distribute it as appropriate, so you must not be too greedy."

Walking in the courtyard, Xiao Yifei stared at Dongfang. He had an inexplicable sense of bad premonition, as if something was about to happen, and that direction was where the Xiao family was. "What's wrong, why am I so restless?"

....

"Haha, not bad, not bad, this little kid's soul secret knot is the most suitable for my set of Night-Shouting Arts. It took only more than a year to build a secret secret, which is much faster than I expected."

In the middle of the Moyun Forest, in front of a simple and low thatched cottage, a young man in a black robe had a pair of bright eyes, like the sky in the starry night, vast and deep. He looked leisurely and had no slight fluctuations on his body. If it weren't for those eyes, he would have thought that this was a mortal.

There was a boy opposite the man in black, closing his eyes and cross-legged, and his body was covered by a faint black aura. This black aura gave people a gloomy feeling and a terrifying aura. As the boy continued to practice, the color of the black aura became even more weird and sharp.

Suddenly, the boy's nose trembled, and the black gas quickly penetrated into his nostrils. The boy's face also appeared after the black gas disappeared. If Xiao Yifei was here, he would definitely be shocked, because the boy here was Nangong Lang, who had a festival with him.

Nangong Lang stopped practicing, opened his eyes, and a series of yin-sharp light burst out, which was completely different from the previous Nangong Lang. He stood up and walked to the young man in black, lifted his clothes and knelt down, "Master, why is the soul vaguely painful for this time of cultivation?" He asked the young man with a look of surprise.

"Haha, silly boy, if your soul does not hurt, your master will scold you. What Master has passed on to you is not ordinary martial arts, but a divine technique. After you have achieved great success, you can reach the divine realm. If your soul is painful, it is because your Fengye Jue has made a small achievement, and you have already made a secret note on your soul. You can sense it."

Nangong Lang's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly split his mind and peeked into his soul. "This is..." He was shocked when he saw his soul, because at this moment, there were mysterious lights flowing on the surface of the soul, as if he was wearing a clothes covered with runes. "Master, are those patterns just secret memories?" Nangong Lang blurted out.

The young man smiled and said, "Yes, with these dark notes, your dark power will be doubled, and dark notes can copy the soul, which means that as long as you are not killed instantly by one blow, you will not die."

"What?" Nangong Lang was shocked. If there was such a despicable martial art in the world, wouldn't it be immortal? It is worthy of being praised as a magic trick! It is really extraordinary. While he was shocked, he became more respectful and wary of this master who suddenly appeared. After all, in such an environment, he was very cautious and knew that there was no benefit in the world that was free, especially this benefit seemed so unreal.

After eased for a moment, he asked, "In the past six months, the disciple has devoured the dark-attributed beasts, and there are at least a thousand, including many heavenly beasts. Does the disciple want to break through again, so should he continue like this?"

"Plundering the power of darkness and quickly improving cultivation is a unique method of Feng Yejue. However, the power of the power of the power of the power beast is too weak. If you want to improve, relying solely on these power beasts, you are afraid that it will be nowhere to be possible."

Nangong Lang's face darkened.

The young man said again: "Although the power beast can no longer satisfy you, humans can do it. There are many people with dark attributes among them. The power of darkness is pure, but it is far from comparable to that of the power beast."

"Isn't it going to kill someone like this?" Nangong Lang said in surprise.

The young man's eyes turned cold and said, "People? In my eyes, they are just reptiles. What can they leave behind for decades? A pile of rotten meat."

Under that breath, Nangong Lang only felt that every pore was filled with cold air, as if he was in a sea of ​​corpses and blood. "So terrible." This thought flashed through his mind and said, "What the master taught me is that my disciple knows."

"Hmph, if you hadn't been resentful, you would have had a secret heart in the past ten years. I'd already killed you." The young man was still kind and looked like a gentle scholar. In a blink of an eye, he turned into a ghost of hell, ferocious and bloodthirsty.

Seeing Nangong Lang looking panicked, a smile flashed in the young man's eyes and continued, "Practicing the Fengye Art is your fortune, and the opportunity to win the world is yours. How can one be wasted in vain?"

Nangong Lang said: "Yes, the disciple will definitely live up to the master's expectations and will practice Fengye Jue to the great success as soon as possible."

"When it comes to the power of darkness, Master encountered one, but unfortunately he had no secret heart. If you kill him, Feng Ye Jue will break through at least one level, and your cultivation level may also jump to the realm of Xuanwang with the help of Feng Ye Jue."

"King Xuan?" Nangong Lang's eyes suddenly climbed up red blood. He couldn't help but be excited. With the strength of King Xuan, he could directly kill Nanxia Sea, destroy Xianxia, ​​and avenge his mother. This was the greatest pain accumulated in his heart and the motivation for his survival over the years. "Master, you... are you saying that as long as you kill him and devour his dark power, I... can you... rise to the realm of King Xuan?"

"Hmph, will I lie to you? I just ran into him and didn't know which family force he belonged to."

Nangong Langru was poured with a basin of cold water, and her mood suddenly fell back. However, the young man said again: "With such a powerful dark power, no matter what family he is, I originally planned to swallow it, but later I left a soul mark on him, and I should be able to find him."

Plop!

Nangong Lang knelt heavily on the ground and shouted: "Please help me."

The young man said: "Since I have passed on the Fengye Jue to you, I naturally want you to inherit my mantle. For this, this stone contains my soul mark. As long as he appears within a certain range around you, this thing will shine."

It was a black stone with black air lingering on the surface. It was even colder when it started.

Nangong Lang carefully took it, and the young man said, "This is not an ordinary stone. It is also very important to me. I want to take it back and must not lose it. Otherwise, don't blame me for not thinking about you and my master and disciple. If you practice the Fengye Art, you can touch it. Outsiders cannot touch it. Even if the Supreme Immortal God will be swallowed up immediately and turned into nothingness."

"Please rest assured, my disciple understands that he will definitely return it to the master intact."

"Well, then you go, remember, you must find him within a hundred years, otherwise the mark on him will disappear, and everything will inevitably come back."

It was a dizzy moment, as if it was in a teleportation array. When Nangong Lang stood firm, he found that he had already left the Moyun Forest and came to the edge of the forest. Things were exactly the same as before. He appeared in front of the hut for no reason and was forced to become a disciple by the man.

Nangong Lang looked into the forest and whispered to himself: "So amazing? Who is he? He has such magical powers, King Xuan? I'm afraid he can't do this? Emperor Xuan!..." He narrowed his eyes, and thought there would be no mistake.

"Hey, boy, where did you come from? Do you know that this part is under my control, and I can hand over everything on my body with cognitive attention."

As soon as Nangong Lang came out, there was a bad head, which made his heart soar. He looked at it with a pair of cold light. He saw a group of people standing on the edge of the forest, one by one, one by one, one by one, and one by one, and one by one, and one by one, was lazy. It was obvious that he had been waiting for a while.

The leader was a young man with a waxy face and a sick look, and he was also a talker. He yawned and said, "Look at your poor face, I'm afraid there's nothing good. Damn, I'm really unlucky. I hit that old guy, and I'm going to suffer here, wasting my good time with the beauty in vain."

"You are deaf! Haven't you heard what my master said? Take out everything on your body." A man next to the young man seemed to be flattering and shouted at Nangong Lang.

Nangong Lang smiled coldly, and the coldness caused the air around him to drop several degrees.

The boy and his group felt cold and felt very bad. The boy couldn't help but take a step back and said, "Boy, you...you can't figure it out! I am from the Ning family, Xiao Ning Zhenning family, my brother is a disciple of the Feidu Sect..."

"Xiao Ning Town? Is it his family?" Xiao Yifei's appearance appeared in his mind, which made him feel aroused. The impulse to destroy these people was suppressed and he said, "Xiao Ning Town? Is there another Xiao family?"

"Yes...yes." The young man answered obediently under Nangong Lang's gaze.

"Do you know the Xiao family very well?"

"That's...that's..." He was about to say a few perfunctory words.

However, Nangong Lang raised his hand and a black silk thread flew out, tied it to the neck of the man who was giving the boy a helping voice. In everyone's attention, the former finger only bounced the silk thread. The silk thread was sharper than a magic weapon, and it easily cut off the man's neck. The head fell to the ground, and the blood shot up one meter high, splashing the young man's blood.

Ah, the boy was so scared that his legs became weak and he collapsed on the ground.
Chapter completed!