Among these bloodthirsty fighting souls, there is an extra fierce new soul, which is the soul of Shangguanfeng. At this time, Shangguanfeng has been completely wiped out of its mind. After sacrifice, it has also been transformed into an unyielding battle. Soul, and because he had a very high cultivation level during his lifetime, and his heart was full of hostility when he died, he became extremely powerful after becoming a war soul.

These battle spirits are completely immune to ordinary magical powers and magic weapons. After their sudden appearance, the already badly wounded two elders were severely injured, and countless battle spirits passed through their bodies, screaming from the soul one after another.

Under the double bombardment of the red light and the battle spirit, the three of them could no longer resist. They all vomited blood, desperately trying to escape, but they simply couldn't do it.

Although Zhou Xing's cultivation base has greatly increased, it is still very difficult to control the Evil Spirit Tower. He needs to constantly swallow the Reiki Pills. Fortunately, there are millions of Reiki Pills in the ring he grabbed before, enough for him to consume!

"Suck!" Zhou Xing clenched his teeth and persisted for ten breaths. Seeing that the fire was almost over, he drew in a low voice. The souls of the three people suddenly separated out of their own control. In the screams, they were carried away by countless battle souls. Entering the soul-sucking flag, his physical body was crushed by red light one after another, crashing to pieces, and the rings of the two Yuanying bosses were accepted by him.

After doing all this, he immediately put away the two treasures, and at the same time controlled the evil spirit tower and the soul-sucking flag, which burdened him greatly.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Xing let the mud teleport thousands of miles away from the scene of the crime, then immediately cast the Escape Technique, sinking 1,500 feet, meditating with all his strength, resisting the backlash of the evil spirit tower, and digesting the remaining Seven Beast Pill power.

In the blink of an eye, three days later, Zhou Xing slowly opened his eyes underground, he let out a sigh of breath, smiled slightly, and returned to his perfect state.

As for the Seven Beast Pills, it is not possible to complete digestion in a short time, so he decided to continue on his way and reach Tongtian View as soon as possible.

Before setting off, he had to take a good look at the three rings. These were the trophies he had exchanged desperately for. He fought hard before, and healed his injuries afterwards, so he never took time to look at them.

After spending some time, Zhou Xing wiped out the prohibition that the two Yuan Ying monks left on the ring. After a closer look, he was slightly disappointed. There were only some ordinary pills and magic weapons in it, and there was nothing that made people's eyes bright.

Then, he took a closer look at the young man’s ring. There were still many good things in it. It seemed that the young man with a low cultivation base was the main one among the three. One could judge his status and status by looking at the inventory in his ring. It must be special.

He immediately fled for thousands of miles after the murder, and hid deep underground for three days, not worried that someone would chase him. Even if he did, with his current combat power and heritage, he was enough to protect himself.

Zhou Xing inspected and categorized it. After looking at it for a while, a one-foot-long wooden sword attracted his attention. It stands to reason that this wooden dagger is only a child's toy, and it makes no sense to put it in a monk's ring. .

Zhou Xing looked at the wooden sword over and over, and found no abnormality, so he threw it into the ring, but at this time, the black cat who came out to breathe patted his head with a paw and said, "Don't worry, show me. !"

Zhou Xing smiled and handed the wooden sword to Chen Xuanling. The latter looked at it, then put his little nose up to smell it, and said, "Try injecting spiritual energy."

"I tried it just now, no response."

"Inject a lot!"

"Good, good, don't blame me if it's broken!"

Zhou Xing shrugged his shoulders and immediately ran the technique, condensing a large amount of aura into the wooden sword. With the amount of aura he injected, it was enough to make the sword instantaneously collapse, but unexpected things happened. Not only did the wooden sword not collapse, but instead issued Faint light.

"Huh?" Zhou Xing's eyes suddenly brightened, and he admired the knowledgeable Chen Xuanling again.

"Go on, increase aura!"

Zhou Xing did what he said. With the infusion of a lot of spiritual energy, the wooden sword became brighter and brighter, even to the point of dazzling, Zhou Xing had to close his eyes and continue. He wanted to see how much spiritual energy the wooden sword can withstand.

After about ten breaths, the light of the wooden sword reached its extreme, and then a string of words flew out of the wooden sword and flew directly into his mind.

Zhou Xing only felt his head shook, he immediately saw this text, and then he was stunned. He never expected that the wooden sword recorded the specific location and opening time of a fairy palace, and this opening day Already approaching.

Without much consideration, Zhou Xing decided to visit this fairy mansion. There must be a lot of treasures in it. Wouldn't it be beautiful if he could find a few more semi-celestial artifacts like the Evil Spirit Tower? Moreover, with more assistance, oneself can become safer after entering Tongtianguan.

The more Zhou Xing thought about it, the more he felt right, he immediately set off and flew towards the fairy house.

Along the way, Zhou Xing flew over two countries, flew over countless mountains and rivers, flew for seven days in a row, and finally arrived at the destination, where the mountains are undulating, the weather is varied, and there is a fairy family mood. No wonder there will be fairy houses.

While on the road, Chen Xuanling had already explained to him that the Immortal Mansion of the Xuanzhen Continent is similar to the Secret Realm. The difference is that the Secret Realm is more mysterious, often boundless, and there is no end to be found. The Immortal Mansion is the Immortal's cave mansion, which is relatively small. But it often retains the will of the immortal, and even the inheritance of the immortal, which is relatively more attractive.

"Xuanling, who exactly is this immortal, can we also be regarded as immortals?" Zhou Xing asked.

Chen Xuanling chuckled and said: "We can only be regarded as practitioners. We are still far away from real immortals. We call each other fairy friends, that's just polite! As far as I know, the immortal mansion on this continent is real. Built by immortals!"

"A real fairy? What kind of cultivation is that?"

"I don't know too much, but what is certain is that in the eyes of real immortals, cultivators in the real world are also ants!"

Hearing that, Zhou Xing couldn't help taking a breath. The real-world monk, who was almost a heavenly existence, was not many of the ten schools, and he was actually regarded as an ant? Zhou Xing suddenly became awed by the mysterious fairy house.

Zhou Xing flew for a while, getting closer to the area where the fairy palace was located, and from the date, the fairy palace would open in two days.

After about half of the incense, Zhou Xing suddenly sensed dozens of powerful auras, and he suddenly felt a little bit. At first he thought he was being chased and killed, but after careful perception, he discovered that these warning-scented auras were not aimed at He, and to everyone who enters this area.

All this understood at once. He did not know this fairy house alone. Before him, many people had come and were waiting for the opening of the fairy house.

Sure enough, when Zhou Xing really flew to the destination, he immediately saw nearly a hundred monks meditating cross-legged in front of a giant red gate. There were men, women and children, and their costumes were different. Roughly estimated, they came from at least forty sects. Some people are playing with a wooden sword in their hands.