Suddenly, only a loud 'bang' was heard, and Luo Shan's body was knocked out again in a spray of blood. Lying on the ground, Luo Shan struggled for a moment, only to feel as if his hands and feet had lost consciousness, unable to move at all.

  Leng Xuan walked in front of him with his sword and snorted coldly, his eyes full of disdain. But at this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from outside: "Leng Xuan, stop me!" Leng Xuan quickly turned his head when he heard the words, looking at Ling Xuejiu who was approaching quickly, he frowned slightly. Then he stretched out his hand to lift Luo Shan on the ground, and put the Xuanyang Sword in his hand around his neck. Seeing his move, Ling Xuejiu, who was charging forward, immediately stopped. She bit her lip and said, "Leng Xuan, let him go quickly." Leng Xuan sneered: "Why should I listen to you?" Ling Xuejiu frowned and said, "Did you forget that we are friends?" Leng Xuanqing He hummed, "I don't have any friends." After he finished speaking, he looked at Luo Shan next to him and said, "If you care so much about your friends, then I will give you a chance to save him." Ling Xuejiu said solemnly, "What? Chance?"

Leng Xuan said: "It's very simple, as long as you hand over the spiritual tool that the Nine Heavens Sacred Palace has guarded over the past dynasties, I will immediately let him go." Hearing this, Ling Xuejiu's expression suddenly changed, and he said in surprise, "You... How do you know about that thing?" Leng Xuan said coldly: "Don't talk so much nonsense, hand it over to me, and I will release it immediately. Otherwise..." Speaking of which, the Xuanyang Sword in his hand With a slight force, a trace of blood immediately flowed down Luo Shan's neck. Ling Xuejiu hurriedly stopped and said, "Hurry up." Leng Xuan raised his lips and said, "My request has already been made, now it's up to you." After a pause, he continued, "I don't have much time. If you don't see that thing within ten minutes, then you're ready to collect his body."

   Hearing this, Ling Xuejiu hesitated. Seeing this, Leng Xuan sneered: "What? Do you want to watch your friend die?" Luo Shan said solemnly: "Saint, the overall situation is the most important thing, don't make the wrong choice for me." Leng Xuan frowned and said, "Shut up for me." Seeing the blood gushing out from Luo Shan's neck, Ling Xuejiu gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I promise you." After she finished speaking, she turned and rushed out of the ancestral hall. After she left, Luo Shan looked at Leng Xuan coldly and said, "You are by no means Leng Xuan." Leng Xuan played with his taste: "If I am not Leng Xuan, who am I?" Luo Shan hummed: "If I am not Leng Xuan, who am I?" You are Leng Xuan, and you will never do anything to be sorry to the saint." Leng Xuan sneered: "What if it is? Die."

   At this moment, outside the Nine Heavens Holy Palace, two women, one big and one small, are galloping fast. These two women were Li Mengjie and Yingying who came to rescue Leng Xuan. Seeing that the Nine Heavens Sacred Palace was getting closer, Yingying's brows suddenly wrinkled and she said, "Something happened." Li Mengjie asked, "What's wrong?" Yingying said, "Someone is working in the Nine Heavens Sacred Palace, and the strength is very strong. I'm weak." Li Mengjie was slightly startled, and then asked, "Could it have something to do with Leng Da's bodyguard?" Yingying said slowly: "Maybe, let's hurry over." At that time, dozens of cultivators suddenly leaped down from the nearby mountain peaks and surrounded them.