Chi!!!!!!

An evil soul fell down.

Su Yun hurriedly absorbed it, and the essence of the evil soul stormed into his body, and the unprecedented sense of comfort immediately instilled into his whole body.

Cool!

Su Yun breathed hard, feeling that every pore in his body was swelling. No wonder evil people like to suck evil souls so much. This thing is like a medicine and can make people addicted.

Su Yun calmed down and continued to move forward.

I believe I will be able to leave here soon.

"By the way!"

He suddenly thought of something and hurriedly pulled out a ring from the thin belt around his waist.

This is the ring taken from the finger of the elder of the Evil Sword Sect who was transformed into a statue.

The owner is dead, and the seal on the ring has long disappeared, so it is not difficult to open the ring.

Su Yun looked around and saw that there was no danger, so he sat cross-legged and instilled the breath of spiritual mystery into the ring.

Tag.

The ring was opened, and the things inside immediately came into Su Yun's sight.

"The elder's storage ring is a good thing. This is a big treasure. Su Yun, you have made a lot of money." Ling Qingyu's soft and beautiful voice came from the sword box.

Su Yun laughed dryly and began to flip the things inside.

"Two evil swords, twelve bottles of elixirs, one piece of golden silk armor, several materials? What is this?"

A red book suddenly appeared in Su Yun's sight.

He hurriedly took out the books and flipped them.

But I saw that the book had no name, but it was full of swordsmanship, which seemed to be deliberately filled in, like a notepad.

"Is it the notes this elder took when practicing sword skills?"

Su Yun was confused and began to read carefully.

At first, people were still confused and completely confused about the description above, but as they gradually deepened, Su Yun gradually showed some signs.

His expression became solemn, and his eyes seemed to be stuck on his head, motionless.

"What's this?"

Ling Qingyu rushed out of the sword box, her light and soft figure fell beside Su Yun, leaning down on her delicate head, and looking at the book with gem-like eyes.

The intoxicating fragrance fell into Su Yun's nose, and Su Yun came to his senses.

He closed the book, his face slightly calmed.

"Evil sword technique."

Su Yun whispered.

"Evil Sword Technique?" Ling Qingyu was stunned for a moment: "These things like notes are evil sword Techniques? This should be impossible, right? The elders of the Evil Sword Sect should already know the evil sword Techniques well. Why do they still take notes? More importantly, experts only need to read anything once and never forget it. Why do they need to write it on paper?"

"You're right, but for some exercises, it's safer to keep notes than to remember them with your brain. For example, some exercises that have extremely serious consequences if you don't practice properly. This kind of thing is more appropriate to write, and you can't make mistakes in black and white."

"The martial arts with serious consequences? What do you mean?"

"This evil sword technique is not the kind of evil sword technique I learned. It is obviously an improved evil sword technique. However, compared with the evil sword technique I learned, it is more violent and fierce, and it is more risky to practice!"

He opened the book again, turned over a few pages, and pointed to a picture above.

Ling Qingyu looked at it and her little face was very pale: "Working through the vital and fatal points of the heart, spirit platform, skyguai, giant palace, etc.? This is simply seeking death! This is really a sword technique??"

"It's a sword technique!"

Su Yun nodded seriously: "The evil spirit's aura is extremely evil and cold. Through the heart, it may cause the heart to stop beating, causing people to die suddenly. Through the spirit platform, it may be occupied by the mind and become an idiot. Once it is touched by the Tiangai, the Giant Palace, the Three Immortals, etc., it will definitely die. However, all things are mutually reborn and restrained. Sometimes it seems to be dead. Maybe it will be alive. Have you heard of it? If the evil spirit's aura is allowed to pass through these places alone, it is naturally seeking death. But if you control several auras at the same time instill in these "dead positions" in an instant, you may achieve unexpected effects. Perhaps, the power will be stronger than ordinary evil sword techniques!"

"But this is too risky. If you are not careful, you will die. Although I have been to the Evil Realm, I am not familiar with it. I really didn't expect that this Evil Realm mysterious skill is so vicious."

"Actually, the Evil Sword Sect is quite a good evil world force. It is reported that other evil forces have used living evil people to create evil weapons to practice evil skills, which has completely destroyed human nature! This set of sword techniques may not be tolerated by the Evil Sword Sect, but for the entire evil world, there is nothing wrong with it."

Su Yun has been in the evil world for some years and has seen a lot of things.

"Then are you going to practice this evil sword technique? It seems to be more advanced than the evil sword technique you practice. You already have the foundation of evil sword technique. It shouldn't be too difficult to practice this technique. It's just a bit of risk. I don't recommend you practice it." Ling Qingyu's delicate little face was a little worried.

Su Yun smiled and said, "It's not that there are some risks, the risks are very high. If you don't practice for the time being, keep it for now, and let's talk about it later!"

Su Yun threw the book into the ring, took the golden silk armor and stroked the material on his head.

"This seems to be a fire-gold armor made of special golden silk, with extremely high defense."

He murmured, hurriedly putting it on his body and covering it with his cloak.

Almost done.

Su Yun exhaled, it was time to leave the Evil Sword Sect, or look for other virtual sources, or find materials, and use Ling Qingyu's method to leave here.

People walk towards the entrance of the Secret Palace

In the Piaomiao Sword Field, a girl in white clothes, like snow, was trying her best to wield the long sword in her hand, recording the gorgeous shadows and dreamy sword intent rippling across the entire sword field. She was like a carved man, sometimes soft and stretching, sometimes vigorous and powerful. The sword fell into her hand, as if she had come alive.

Whoosh swosh swosh

Suddenly, his sword flew into the sky, circling in the sky for several times, and then fell delicately.

The glorious magic sword jumped out with a shocking sword energy, like a silver dragon falling from the nine heavens, falling straight down.

Dong!

When the silver dragon landed, it even led the divine thunder from the sky, like a pillar of heaven made of thunder, with a huge atmosphere and shocking world.

All the disciples near the sword field were demented.

Bai Yan moved her jade finger, and the ground-falling magic sword flew over by himself and hovered beside her.

"The sword-drawing technique created by the leader is really powerful. I am afraid that the Wuji Sword Lord cannot be compared with our sect!"

"Senior Sister Bai is so amazing. She has practiced this move so skillfully with such a short skill!"

"If you meet the Wuji Sword Lord again next time, you must let him taste the power of our Divine Sword Sect!"

"Yes, I want to avenge Elder Shen and avenge my previous shame!"

The disciples nearby were talking about each other, and some people were even more excited, and the sword skills were so excited.

Bai Yanfan exhaled gently and pulled away the sword, but at this time, a beautiful figure suddenly caught in her sight.

Floating in front of the building that looked like a fairy palace in the sky, a lonely figure stood gently.

Bai Yan fan looked at the figure, her eyes flashed, she thought for a moment, and suddenly threw the sword into the air. She lightly stepped on her jade step, and fell on the sword, flying towards the immortal palace.

Whoosh!

The sword fell to the ground, and Bai Yan's fan jumped gently into the platform. However, the lonely figure still looked at the horizon, his eyes were dull, as if he was thinking about something.

The beauty of Dragon Fairy Li has almost spread throughout the entire Julian area. Her beauty is like a goddess in the Heavenly Palace, unattainable and undesecrated. Almost all those who have seen her face are conquered by her appearance, impressed by her temperament, obsessed with her soul and unforgettable.

But at this moment, the beauty's face was covered with layers of pale pathological conditions. Although it gave people an alternative feeling, it lacked the glory she had in the past.

"Elder Dragon."

Bai Yan called out softly with a fan.

"Um?"

Long Xianli came to her senses, twisted her fair neck, and looked at the girl standing behind her at some point.

"It's you." Long Xianli stuttered his pink lips, but said nothing.

She doesn't like to laugh, and everyone who knows her knows it, especially after the heroes' grand event, she has almost no other expressions, her face is like an iceberg, and she will not move for thousands of years, but anyone can see that she has something to do.

"Elder, what's wrong with you?"

"nothing."

Long Xianli turned her eyes and spoke gently.

"It has been two years since the peak of Wushuang. In the past two years, you have been here and never left, you have not taken the sect's tasks, you no longer guide your disciples to practice, you have not even learned the skills taught by the leader, and you have no more actions to take Wuji, you have no more."

Speaking of this, Long Xianli's delicate body trembled involuntarily, and her pale face became more and more pale.

Bai Yanfan keenly captured her change, and vaguely seemed to understand something.

She pondered for a moment and asked, "Elder Long, do you understand Wuji?"

"What are you asking about this?" Long Xianli's voice became lighter and lighter.

"He is the murderer who killed my master, how can I know nothing about him?"

"I don't know him."

"Didn't Elder Long have a lot of contact with him?"

“You don’t necessarily understand after contacting.”

"Yes." Bai Yan nodded: "Wuji is Su Yun, a son of the Su family. Speaking of which, I am still somewhat related to him. Su Yun was extremely talented when he was a child. At a young age, his cultivation was several levels higher than that of ordinary people. No one in the entire area could surpass him in talent. At that time, he was in the limelight. Seeing that his father was gifted, he had the idea of ​​marriage and planned to betroth him."
To be continued...