Qin Yun was shocked. Since he was killed in the Domain Gate Pass, Bao Jing A Shui has been sleeping in his body and cannot even find him. This woman could actually see through her dantian and find someone in the mirror world. Such cultivation made Qin Yun more and more afraid.

Qin Yun's surprise fell into the eyes of the woman, and she chuckled: "What are you afraid of? You have been very kind to me in your previous life. It's my turn to protect you in this life. Unfortunately, I am just a spirit of weapon. I can't stay in the outside world with my ghost energy for how long you can take an immortal weapon and let me sit."

Qin Yun smiled bitterly. He had any other immortal weapons besides the treasure mirror. "Do you think the immortal weapons are so good? Even if I am reincarnated in the treasure body, I am just a cultivator in the Valley God stage. Even if I go to steal and rob, I will not get the immortal weapons. If you want the immortal weapons to be willing to live, then it would be fine. I will come to you when I have another immortal weapon." As for whether I will come back to find her after I have the immortal weapon, I will say something else.

"Huh", as if he didn't hear Qin Yun's sarcasm. The woman stared at the sword in Qin Yun's hand and kept looking at it. She walked to Qin Yun, not afraid of him resisting. She snatched the three swords in his hand, and looked: "This sword is strange."

"What's weird?"

The woman looked at him with contempt, "You are still a treasure body, and you can't even tell whether there is any problem with the magic weapon."

"Hey, are you the master or I the master? Why do you want to turn the other way around when you listen to it?" Unfortunately, Qin Yun's injuries have not recovered, and he can only curse in his heart and said coldly: "I am not good at identifying techniques. Generally, casual cultivators like me are very good at having treasures. How can they be as picky as you?"

"Are you mocking me? I tell you, I want you like this. Even if there is an immortal weapon in front of you, you will throw it away as a broken copper and iron. You must know that many immortal weapons are all mortal objects after sleeping, such as a rusty sword, a broken wooden fish, and even a stone beside you may be an immortal weapon."

Qin Yun looked at the stone next to him, picked it up and threw it to the woman, "Then, I'll give you the immortal weapon, you can leave it in it."

The woman was furious and smashed the stone at Qin Yun with her backhand. Because of the shocking speed, Qin Yun had no time to dodge and was immediately dizzy when he was hit by the stone.

"Okay, your three swords are not worse than that mirror. It's a pity that it seems to be a little incomplete, so I can barely put them inside." As he said that, the black robe on his body turned into ashes again and scattered on the ground. Li Nei's jade body appeared. The woman smiled shyly at Qin Yun, and then turned into a white light attached to the three swords. The three swords immediately made a light sound. After a moment, the white light converged and the three swords returned to silence.

A woman's voice came from the sword, "It's not too long, I hope my master will go on a journey sooner. I haven't seen you for a million years. I'm a little rude. By the way, my name is Chiyan. Oh, I'm so tired. Don't call me if you have something to do, and don't call me if you have nothing to do. I'll take a nap first." After that, I was speechless, as if there was no such person.

From fighting against evil ghosts, to siege of the five cultivators, and now, the whole process has been twists and turns, and even Qin Yun himself could not believe it. In the end, it was the so-called evil ghost in the Huangquan who saved him. Whether it was a blessing or a disaster, Qin Yun has saved his life. According to Chi Yan, he did not dare to neglect it. He quickly mobilized the vitality that could be mobilized on his body and repaired the penetrating scars in his heart with the nine-character rune.

If it is an ordinary wound, it is easy to deal with. The heart-piercing cone that hit Qin Yun was sacrificed by someone with the method of yin evil. Once it is injured by the heart-piercing cone, the evil spirit on the heart-piercing cone will penetrate into the body of the monk along the wound and destroy it wantonly. Fortunately, the rich dead energy in Qin Yun's body is more domineering than this evil spirit. As soon as the Yin evil spirit enters the body, it is slowly forced out of the body by the dead air.

At the bottom of the Huangquan River, which was cut in half, the sound of water on both sides of the river was surging. Qin Yun sat cross-legged at the bottom of the valley to heal his wounds. The wound on his chest continued to emit black smoke. It was not until an hour later that the black smoke gradually became less and the wound on his chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Qin Yun opened his eyes. His body had recovered, but his cultivation was still suppressed. He murmured to himself: "There are cultivators approaching again, and it seems that there are still many people. It seems that they should not stay here for a long time." He swept the bodies of the five monks in the distance. These five people died inexplicably. Of course, Qin Yun could not let go of the storage bags of these five people and search them one by one.

With a sweep of spiritual consciousness in his hand, the five people not only had a treasure weapon, but also had no fewer magic weapons of all kinds, but the number of spirit stones was much smaller. It seems that these people were also given high hopes by the sect when they entered this place. However, the greed ended up in a different place in their bodies and heads and souls.

Everything that could be blown away had been blown away, Qin Yun stopped stopping, and the wind blew up under his feet, and the flowing clouds rose out of thin air, leaving the Huangquan River for a moment, and sank into the darkness ahead.

Less than a stick of incense, nine monks came to the Huangquan River. The nine men were dressed in various colors and did not seem to be disciples of the same sect. The leader was wearing white clothes, with a cold face and a stunning look. At first glance, this man must have practiced the magical skills related to spiritual consciousness, and the power of spiritual consciousness is far superior to that of the same level of cultivators.

A yellow-robed monk took the lead in coming to the bodies of the five dead, checked them carefully, and then stood up and said, "Fellow Daoist, it seems that there has been a big battle here. I know one of them, a disciple of Ziyang Sect. His cultivation is in the late stage of the Valley God. This time he was chosen by the sect to enter this place. He didn't expect to die here. The master who attacked the five people should have a cultivation level above the wind." While speaking, he looked at the white-robed monk with a hint of fear.

The white-clothed monk named Mo frowned. He also recognized this purple-clothed monk, who was also excellent among his peers. What's more, the sect would definitely give some means to save his life when entering this place. Even if he wanted to kill these five people, it would take some trouble. After his careful observation, the other four people were all looked down on their heads. However, the purple-clothed monk had a dark face and a blank look, but he could not see the cause of death, which was uneasy.

"No matter what they are, I'm calling everyone together this time to work together and pass this place together. Everyone is more vigilant and don't be careless and throw their lives here."

Everyone should be that although they gathered together to pass through the Soul Valley, whether they can help each other at critical moments is a different matter. Everyone has a ulterior motive, glanced at the five corpses scattered on the ground, and hurriedly set off.
Chapter completed!