The Soul Sect is located in the Chaos Realm behind the Corpse Tower.
Few people come here.
The spiritual energy here is not as abundant as in the inland areas; instead, a gray gas is used as a medium to cultivate the art of soul control.
Several large spaceships were traveling together.
The sect leader, Wuya, explains the origins of the Soul Sect and their cultivation methods.
Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win every battle.
The unexpected thing is.
A huge, fluttering moth flew in from afar.
Gingerbread looked closely and exclaimed happily, "It's the Witch King! Ayi and Eli are here too!"
The other disciples had never seen a person from the southern border.
Stretch your neck and look around.
Wuya turned around and saw Qiuwu, who smiled and said, "What brings you here, old man?"
"I'm afraid no one will collect your body after you die." Qiu Wu raised his arm arrogantly, revealing a silver snake. "Your corpse cannot be wasted; my precious silver snake must have its fill."
"......"
"Hahaha, just kidding."
Wuya rolled his eyes. "You're definitely capable of doing it. You old codger, you've finally decided to move. I thought you were going to stay in the Southern Frontier for the rest of your life."
"The immortal sects in the inland are complicated and troublesome. I am quite content and at ease in the Southern Frontier." Qiu Wu put away the black butterfly and let the disciples of the Southern Frontier and the Sword Sect board the spaceship behind him.
Ayi happily rushed over and hugged gingerbread, "Little gingerbread, we meet again!"
The two of them jumped and skipped happily.
Li Dapu walked between Fen Jue and Xie Xinglan, rubbing his chin: "How come Fairy Bing knows everyone?"
"It's a social media thug."
Xie Xinglan smiled gently, "Junior Sister Jiang is lively and adorable, it's normal for everyone to like being friends with her."
After saying this, I felt a chill around me.
Fen Jue withdrew his cold gaze, inwardly thinking: "You're so good at praising, always so capable."
Xie Xinglan rubbed the goosebumps on her arms.
With the addition of the Southern Frontier, which is just as mysterious as the Soul Sect.
People are more confident now.
With nothing to do, Xie Yingnan strolled over to the spaceship in the Eastern Continent, a spirit herb dangling from his mouth, and nudged Wen Yuzhao's arm. "Hey, Second Senior Brother, you're a real hidden talent."
He never suspected that his second senior brother, who wouldn't even kill a chicken, had another identity.
Wen Yuzhao raised an eyebrow. "Likewise."
"Tch—" Xie Yingnan put one hand on his hip and casually wiggled his wrist with the other, asking in a nonchalant tone, "You used to pretend when you asked me to kill chickens for you?"
Wen Yuzhao recalled the time at Immortal Jade Peak, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "What do you think?"
"Hiss, I'm only now realizing how annoying you are, all that pretentious stuff."
Xie Yingnan gritted his teeth in annoyance.
Someone got anxious.
Wen Yuzhao, considering Xie Yingnan's hard work in killing chickens for him for over a decade, decided to give up.
With great compassion, he said:
"It's an act. I can't help it, you're too easy to fool."
She's much easier to fool than my junior sister.
Xie Yingnan: "......"
As the spaceship was about to leave the Eight Desolate Continent.
Another unexpected group of people arrived.
The man, holding prayer beads, stood alone before the crowd, and smiled, saying, "Amitabha, Xie Yin still owes me a lot of money. Now that he's dead, no one will pay his debts."
"Damn it, Wei Zhuo, if you're going to help, can you at least not expose my secrets?" Xie Yingnan was speechless.
He is a dignified Demon Lord, and he cares a lot about his reputation!
"Fine, I'll shut up."
Wei Zhuo smiled slightly and stepped onto the Demon Realm's airship, his feet resting on a golden water lily.
The young disciples brought by the Immortal Sect felt that even if they died on this trip, it would be worth it.
Legendary figures appeared before them one after another.
They huddled in a corner, discussing passionately.
Su Qinghe's eyes lit up when she saw Xie Yingnan and Gui Fuzi standing together.
Gingerbread caught a glimpse of this out of the corner of her eye and helplessly rubbed her forehead.
Senior Sister Su is shipping again!
As long as you change your romantic partner quickly, there's no sadness, only love.
As expected of a sugar-loving machine—Su Qinghe!
Tai Xuan Zhenjun approached Qingxue Xianjun and said, "Jiang Qingxue, your cultivation is not as good as your disciples'."
"..." Immortal Lord Qingxue paused for a moment, then shamelessly glanced at Gingerbread, "Who said that?"
"My cultivation level is higher than Xiaobing's."
Unexpectedly, he could say such shameless things. Tai Xuan Zhenjun clicked his tongue in sarcasm, "You've lived for hundreds of years, and that little pancake is only a few years old. How dare you?"
Immortal Lord Qingxue's face darkened. "Wei Taixuan, shut up."
"I don't."
"Jiang Qingxue, am I not telling the truth?"
Tai Xuan Zhenjun met the warning look from Sect Leader Wuya with a gentle smile and dealt with his senior brother, the sect leader.
The words he actually said were both venomous and harsh.
Immortal Lord Qingxue gritted his teeth, "Wei, Tai, Xuan!"
Tai Xuan Zhenjun curled his lips in a provocative smile, "What?"
"You're finished."
"oh."
The two people stood back to back, ignoring each other.
They remained silent for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Tai Xuan Zhenjun said quietly, "Admit it, you've always been the dumbest one in the sect."
Immortal Lord Qingxue's temple twitched repeatedly, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, he drew his sword and thrust it out.
Tai Xuan Zhenjun retorted with a smile.
The disciples gathered together.
The two peak masters suddenly started fighting!
The sect leader, Wuya, was so angry that his beard bristled. He took a few deep breaths and shouted:
"Jueyi, you need to discipline your two good-for-nothing junior brothers."
With so many people watching, it's just asking for trouble and making us a laughingstock.
Qin Jueyi floated over, sword in hand, and asked with a stern face, "Then tell me, how do I look in this outfit?"
He was giving off an attitude that said if you dared to say my taste was bad, I wouldn't help you.
The headmaster of Wuya's eyes twitched, he silently recited the Heart Sutra a few times, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth. He seemed calm, but his trembling beard betrayed his inner anger.
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