With Xu Qiuhan's cultivation level, he drove the magic weapon to fly, and did not let Ye Xuanduo and others. In the darkness behind him, the beautiful shadow in the ice blue dress was dazzling, and he had already appeared in Ye Xuan's sight from afar.

"If you don't cross, that woman will peel me off." Ye Xuan pointed behind, and from a distance, the other party's cold eyes made him shudder.

A strange look appeared on the handsome face of Monk Budu. This aura was exactly what he sensed on the boat before. He didn't understand what happened to these two people, so that the woman was so angry.

Seeing that the monk Budu flew up in the sky and intercepted Xu Qiuhan, Ye Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. With Budu's cultivation and talent, he was definitely not his opponent in the early stage of the ordinary out-of-body realm.

His idea had just been born, and the two of them met in the distance. To Ye Xuan's surprise, Budu only had two moves and was stabbed into the blood river with a palm, and he didn't show up for a long time.

"Escape." Ye Xuan cried out in his heart, and he did not dare to delay any more. He knew that he would not cross the enemy, and he would probably be lying at the bottom of the river to pretend to be dead.

"Ye, Xuan."

Seeing Ye Xuan running towards the altar and heading straight to the center of the altar, Xu Qiuhan, who had arrived within a hundred feet of the twilight, made a cold and harsh sound from his red lips, just like a strong cold wind blowing on Ye Xuan's heart, making a chill.

"Junior, you are still here." The old man who made Ye Xuan go to the teleportation array sneered and said sarcastically.

Ye Xuan was not satisfied with him, so he rushed into the center of the seven coffins. A dark blue light lit up, and the formation was activated instantly. All the monks present had a cold eye to observe.

"He was really teleported away, as expected." The old man clapped his hands and smiled, his eyes falling on other colleagues.

While they were shirking each other, an ice blue figure followed Ye Xuan and appeared in the center of the formation. The disappeared blue light lit up again, and the figure disappeared without a trace.

"Rumbling..." After a large mouthful of viscous liquid, Ye Xuan opened his eyes and it was pitch black all around, as if he had fallen into an abyss.

"A whole pool of spiritual nourishing liquid, the soul was destroyed, and only fragments of the divine thoughts remain..."

Ye Xuan was teleported here, as if underwater. The moment he entered here, he suddenly felt dizzy. He clearly heard Feng Ling's words, but he didn't understand why.

While he was drowsy, he had many memories in his mind, and scenes that seemed real and illusory were slowly revealed in his mind. Ye Xuan had a bad premonition in his heart, and he had never experienced all the happenings in these scenes.

"Whose memory is this? Feng Ling..." The feeling of drowsiness became stronger and stronger, and Ye Xuan called in his heart.

"This place is a place where seven god-transforming monks are working together to arrange the situation. The current state of this palace is powerless. Good and bad are dependent on each other. As long as you are determined, when you wake up, you are still you, it may not be an opportunity."

In a trance, this was the last sentence Ye Xuan heard. His mind was confused and he could no longer hear any sound. He was in the black Yangling Pond, his sea of ​​consciousness was nourished and his spirit was unprecedentedly peaceful.

"Diddiddiddid..." There was a clear sound of rain falling in my ears.

Ye Xuan was confused and his spirit gradually recovered. He saw the scene in front of him clearly. The drizzle was covered with blood, like a bloody rain.

The deadly mansion covers a wide area. It is a wealthy mansion. In the mansion, no matter men and women, young or old, they were all beheaded and there was no living.

Under the bloody rain, a young man in long robe walked over, with a very cold expression, wide shoulders and bee waist, and a long body moved slowly among the dead bodies everywhere.

"You..., is this your memory?" Ye Xuan asked.

The young man in the long-robed garment was indifferent, and his footsteps were still still, gradually moving towards him. Ye Xuan wanted to retreat, but he could not move a step, so he could only watch the young man in the long-robed garment walked to him.

At close range, the two of them looked at each other, and the young man in the long garment was one head higher than him. In the other's eyes, there was no indifference, but also indifferent, as if in his eyes, creatures and plants were no different, and they would not feel any turbulent when they were killed.

"You want to take over your body? No, your soul is gone. Just by fragments of divine thoughts and some memory fragments, how can you stand for me?"

The young man in the long garment had no response. His clothes were already stained with blood. He put on a long bloody dress. His long and strong figure stepped out in one step and overlapped with Ye Xuan's body.

"The way of immortality is no way, the way of ghosts is joyful, the way of heaven is not kind, the way of the way is so vague..." In a huge square, the old man with long beards paced back and forth, muttering words.

In the square, two hundred young people sat upright, cross-legged on the futon, listening to the sermons of the old man with long beards, no one dared to make noise.

"Seventeen, seventeen, wake up, you are sleeping secretly again."

"Hmm?" Ye Xuan woke up in shock after a pain in his back.

When he turned his head and saw a pretty girl with bright eyes and white teeth, her bare hands were pulling his back. When he saw Ye Xuan looking back at her, the girl's cheeks turned red, she couldn't help but smile foolishly, and she stuck out her tongue playfully, and the hand placed on his back refused to let go for a long time.

Ye Xuan subconsciously wanted to smile back, at least with his kindness, to respond to the girl's kindness, but he could not laugh out loud.

"Let go." The two words of calm and indifferent were spoken out, and Ye Xuan turned around and ignored the girl behind him.

The pretty girl's eyes turned red, her bare hands trembled, and she let go of her hands weakly, staring at the back of the person in front of her, with a sad face and slightly lowered her head.

"This is not me. I shouldn't be called Shiqi. I have my own name, but who am I?" Ye Xuan thought about it, subconsciously trying to touch his chin, but found that he still couldn't do it. He was just a spectator.

After the two-hour preaching ended, the young people scattered everywhere, and Ye Xuan couldn't help but experience the perspective of his master.

On this island called Blood Prison Island, the sea breeze is constantly rising, and the maple leaves are withered yellow. Ye Xuan walks on the tree-lined path, stopping from time to time, staring at every flower and plant on the roadside, but ignores the pedestrians. It seems that in his eyes, the scenery is far more beautiful than people.

I traveled all the way, and most of them were from my peers. Almost without exception, my eyes would be on him.

The girls' faces still looked tender, their cheeks were slightly red, their lips were pursed, and their lips were covered, and their smiles were all in a shiny look. More or less, their eyes would always stay on Ye Xuan, to be precise, the body owner.

When passing by a flat ground, Ye Xuan stopped here and squatted down, his eyes lit up, looking at a group of ants on the ground.

Dozens of ants crawled hard and carried a small insect. Ye Xuan stretched out his fingers and pointed casually, immediately drew a deep ditch in front of the ant team, breaking the way.

"A man is like an ant." Ye Xuan spoke indifferently, his voice was indifferent, but he could hear it himself.

While he was looking down at the ant, several girls passing by secretly took out the jade tube, leaving his side face forever.

Ye Xuan stood up calmly, not caring about it at all, and had long been accustomed to it, and turned a blind eye to several girls. Not long after, he came to the kitchen of Blood Prison Island, where hundreds of boys and girls gathered here, holding rice bowls in his hands, crowding forward.

"I'm not Seventeen, who am I? Where is Blood Prison Island?" In my memory, the person from Blood Prison Island had no name, only code name. Ye Xuan was confused. He remembered that he had a name, but he couldn't remember it.

When he was in deep thought, the owner of his body had already squeezed into the crowd. He also had an extra bowl of rice in his hand, not squeezed far away, and a soft feeling came from behind him.

Ye Xuan looked cold, broke away from his arms that were wrapped around his waist, and squeezed forward a little more. Suddenly, his lower body tightened, and felt a sense of fullness and softness. He glanced at the plump and round buttocks under his body. He frowned, as if he had touched some of his instinctive reactions.

The girl in front of her seemed to be nothing, still holding the rice bowl up and moving forward, but her originally fair cheeks were already red, her eyes were watery, and her eyes were a little flustered in her dodge.

(End of this chapter)
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