Found a boundary bag on Yang Yun and took it off in one hand.

There are a large number of Yongquan coins in the boundary bag.

Li Wei estimates from experience that there are about 100,000 Yongquan coins: "This kid is too rich, comparable to some Taoist martial artists. No wonder he dares to ask about the price of the commander-level strange insect eggs."

The amount was too large, and Li Yihe hesitated.

After all, Yang Yun only owed him 30,000 Yongquan coins and a carriage.

Is it too exaggerated to have a carriage of 70,000 Yongquan coins?

After a brief hesitation, Li Wei put the Realm Bag into his arms. After all, Yang Qingxi still owed him five million Yongquan coins.

"Since Yang Yun's blood is inside the life card, it means it's difficult to get away with it."

Li Wei looked at the Linggu Palace in the distance and decided not to explore for the time being, and to find a way out of this place, which is even more important.

"Wow!"

The formation outside the Linggu Hall was opened.

The figure with powerful auras of the Six Paths walked out, and the leader was two boys with exactly the same appearance.

Seeing their faces clearly, Li Wei's face changed and he immediately hid.

"Wang Zhi? Isn't he dead?" Li Wei stared at him from afar, feeling very puzzled.

Previously, in Qinyuan, Zen Sea Watching Fog used the method of soul searching and exploring consciousness, which triggered the dead spirit fire in Wang Zhi's body, burning his flesh and blood like charcoal, and he could not die again.

At this moment, the two young men who walked out of the formation of the Linggu Palace were in the same appearance as Wang Zhi.

Li Yiu has never seen Wang Zhi's brother, the fourth son of God, but is just hiding underground and has heard the conversation between the fourth son of God and Long Ting.

When saving Qin Qian, he had no time to observe what the Fourth Son of God looked like.

Outside the Linggu Hall.

Zuo Sheng, who stood behind the fourth son of God, was filled with emotion: "It is worthy of being the headquarters of the Divine Cult. The codes and Taoist techniques it contains are difficult to match. The Qi-gathering array pool built next to the Heavenly Dharma and Earth Springs has completely liquefied the Dharma energy. It is impossible to imagine how fast it will be to cultivate in it."

"No matter how fast it is, it is not fast enough to use Dao Lotus and Dao Fruit." The fourth son of god said.

Wang Zhi stood beside the Fourth Son of God.

The parasitic spirit in his body was extremely powerful, with a sharp perception, and he noticed a familiar breath, his pupils turned into blood red, looking at Li's hiding place.

Wang Zhi let out an old laugh that was inconsistent with the boy's appearance.

Uncontrolled by the Fourth Son of God, he turned into a bloody ray of lightning and rushed out like lightning.

"Um?"

The fourth son of God frowned and communicated with the dead spirit in Wang Zhi's body with his thoughts.

"I have an inexplicable sense of familiarity! Or someone you have met before your brother died." The dead spirit responded.

Although the Fourth Son of God was skeptical of this, his expression still condensed, and he used the hanging silk shadow Taoist technique to follow Wang Zhi.

The four people behind him looked at each other and chased after him.

"Why are dead people even more terrible?"

When Li Yiwei was stared at by Wang Zhi from afar, he felt like he was covered with cold air.

When he noticed the danger, he immediately used the fastest body technique and turned into a ray of blue smoke and flew out.

Li Wei clearly remembered that Wang Zhi was only at the first level of the Taoist seed realm. But at this moment, Wang Zhi burst out at a speed that was far better than Longting.

"Escape? Where to escape? Who are you, why did you hide in the dark before peek at me?"

Wang Zhi showed a mouthful of snow-white teeth, and he was getting closer and closer. The cold and cold energy on his body was strong. He pinched his claws with his five fingers and penetrated out from the air.

Suddenly, a giant white bone claw of several feet large condensed, crossed a long distance and slapped at Li Wei.

Locked, unable to avoid it.

Li Wei's eyes sank, and his hands instinctively slid toward his back and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

Turn around and slash.

This slash never thought that it could break the attack of the giant white bone claws. It just wanted to cut off Wang Zhi's mind lock, so as to use his body skills and escape.

"boom!"

With a sword, it was snowing all over the sky.

The giant claw of the white bone exploded, and an ice and snow sword path spread towards Wang Zhi.

Wang Zhi's smile froze, he stopped immediately, held up a passing light and shadow to resist, and his body was chopped backwards.

The fourth son of god who followed Wang Zhi was secretly frightened. In the sword intent of the man in front of him, he felt a burst of wind and snow, as if the entire northern border was pressing.

"This is……"

The fourth son of God looked puzzled, thinking that it shouldn't be "that sword".

"The sword is very strong, containing powerful sword intent, but that kid is very weak, not a martial artist in the Dao Clan realm. Hehe, it's interesting!"

Wang Zhi chased after him again.

"It's really interesting."

The Fourth Son of God looked at the distance, flying in the air, the Xuantian Spirit Python responsible for patrolling the entire earthly layer, and shouted: "Master Xuantian, intercept that inner disciple!"

The Xuantian Ling Python is a dead spirit with six eyes, two wings, dozens of feet long, and belongs to the patrol guards of the Tianli Hall.

Not only does it have strong combat power, it can also identify the fate card. After discovering the abnormality of the life card on Li Wei's body, it suddenly dived from a high altitude and shook its tail to attack.

Li Wei relied on the remaining magic energy left by Tang Wanzhou in the Shenxue Sword, rushed all the way and fled, and finally returned to Nanqing Palace.

"Plop!"

Jump into the river of blood.

Walking with the river of the Blood River, soon after, it fell into the blood lake in the Nanqing Palace.

Li Weifei got on the shore, looked at his arm that was traumatized by Wang Zhi's claw, and then at the Shenxue Sword in his right hand, secretly glad.

Unfortunately, the remaining magic energy left by Tang Wanzhou in the sword has been exhausted.

The six people who chased after Nanqing Palace stopped by the Blood River.

Wang Zhi wanted to follow Li Wei and jump in, but was stopped by the Fourth Son of God. Not anyone could break into this place.

Even the Xuantian Spirit Python in the sky hovered around and left directly.

The Fourth Son of God suddenly spoke and asked, "Does that sword... look like the Snow Sword?"

Zuo Sheng lived for a hundred years and was knowledgeable: "It's not a question of whether it looks like it or not. The power on the sword seems to be from Tang Wanzhou."

"How could Tang Wanzhou's sword fall into that man's hands? That man is definitely not a Taoist realm, and his level of Dharma energy is not enough." A true disciple who followed the Fourth Son of God said.

Another true disciple smiled and said, "He is dead if he dares to enter the Nanqing Palace!"

"For many years, only the Nanqing Palace was inhabited by Venerable Nan."

Although the Fourth Son of God knew that the "Nanqing Palace" was a place like a forbidden area, the man had clearly had a purpose before and jumped into the blood river without any hesitation.

After careful consideration, the Fourth Son of God brought five people to the main gate of Nanqing Palace.

After he sorted out his clothes, he bowed first, and then said loudly: "Wang Shu pays homage to Master Nan, and you have something important to report!"

No response.

"The Master Nan, a suspicious person, escaped into the Nanqing Palace." The Fourth Son of God spoke again.

The door is closed and silent.

A true disciple said, "Maybe... Master Nan is not in the palace, so that person is fearless."

"Since that's the case, why don't we chase in from the Blood River?" Zuo Sheng suggested.

The Fourth Son of God shook his head and was extremely cautious: "No! Report this matter to the patrol guards and Kurong Palace and let them deal with it. It is not that we can afford to offend Nan."

...

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Li Wei sits on the shore of the Blood Lake, meditating and refining the power of death that is immersed in his body from the wounds of his arm. It takes two hours to refine it.

"Why did Wang Zhi suddenly become so strong? It seems even more terrifying than the fourth son of god who looks exactly like him. If there were no Shenxue Sword, the consequences would be unimaginable."

Li Weishi only really met the Fourth Son of God today.

Behind him, Yao Qingxuan's voice sounded: "It is the seed of souls collected by the Heavenly Palace in the Secluded Realm of the Dead."

Li Wei was shocked by her, and her heartbeat suddenly increased. Naturally, she didn't dare to complain. She stood up and looked over, and then bowed: "Please point a way out for life!"

He could see that the Rice Education Headquarters could not escape at all.

Without a life card, you will be in danger of your life when you walk out of the Nanqing Palace.

Yao Qingxuan and Yao Yin look very similar, and because Jiazi entered immortality, they looked only in their early twenties, with elegant and quiet temperament, without any trace of time.

Li Yiu can imagine the scene of the empty city and alleys in Lao Zhao's story when she was young, attracting countless followers with her talent and charm.
To be continued...