Seeing that this so-called No. 1 cultivator had no intention of attacking first, Ye Chuxiao did not show politeness to him, and instantly unsheathed his spare long sword.

But it was obvious that Ye Chuxiao did not fall for the trick.

Then after a brief period of confusion, the soul began to collapse.

Shrouded in ice lotus, while Daoyun recovered it, his soul was not wasted and was absorbed into the aurora by the ice lotus.

Wen Rui looked at Ye Chuxiao who suddenly committed an attack and was frightened to death. He had no confidence to fight and just wanted to escape.

Thinking of this, Ye Chuxiao suddenly focused his attention on another place.

Tao Yun is recovered, but the soul remains.

Wen Rui's eyes were quite honest, just ordinary joy and greed.

She is not completely the realistic representation of Duan Mulin, but more like the rebirth of Duan Mulin and Ying Shu after their fusion.

Looking from the side, this sword is ordinary and ordinary, as if it is just a smooth and skillful swing of the sword, but from the perspective of the 'first divine cultivator', it is definitely not like this.

And Ye Chuxiao's long knife also cracked a gap.

There is no thinking core, only an emotional core... Is there anything more suitable than this, as a soul core?

"Huh?" Yan Ju was slightly stunned.

The oil paint filled the air and spread down the neck, and then sharp fangs came out of the person's mouth. The fangs were stained with blood and shone with cold light. The power of piercing nothingness was condensed on the tips of the fangs.

Ye Chuxiao did not take action against his own soul, nor did he intend to cut off his hobby.

With the foundation of conversation strength, the next 'chat' will go much smoother.

They all know about Tao Yun, let alone the beauty and usefulness of this thing.

From cutting, to kneading into the soul, to complete fusion, there is not even any rejection from beginning to end.

Whenever Yan Ju was hesitant in speaking, not intending to tell the truth, or speaking thoroughly, Ye Chuxiao would pat the scabbard contentedly. At this time, the other party would politely fill in the missing parts, which seemed extremely considerate.

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To put it bluntly, it means killing people, seizing their souls, and making the other person die in extreme pleasure or extreme pain. If you want to say that the Zhan Nian Sect is not a demon sect, even the Original Order can't stand this method.

Ye Chuxiao jumped out of the window and thought for a while, not even staying in this world anymore.

"Of course, pure and complete souls are not easy to capture. Usually only monks in the Wonderful Realm or even the Transformation Realm or above can have such souls. And if you want to obtain their integrity, you must ensure that the other party remains in the state before death.

In a certain high-emotional state, let the physical bridge briefly transcend the limitations of the body."

When the knife was slashed out, the air seemed to have lost all resistance, and even the space seemed extremely smooth under the blade.

Because this also means that Ye Chuxiao's sword has strong "exclusivity" and "absoluteness". Facing Ye Chuxiao's sword, there is almost no other way to think of except to confront it head-on.

There is no way, Ye Chuxiao's youth is too deceptive.

When the oil paint spread over his face, his entire aura, as well as the spiritual light emanating from him, changed.

What was revealed at this time was an ancient, barbaric, ferocious, and bloodthirsty aura.

The first divine cultivator was completely shocked by Ye Chuxiao's sword. He didn't have time to think about it. He touched his forehead with his finger and his face was covered with colorful paint.

But it doesn't matter, now Ye Chuxiao just needs to collect some heart elixir fragments to pinch out the soul core.

When the sword light fell, Ye Chuxiao's long sword broke into pieces, but Yan Ju's body also flowed all over the ground.

It's just that the Yuanyang sword was severely damaged before, and now it still needs to be stored in the body for continued nourishment.

The knife passed and blood dripped.

There are more than a hundred floors of climbing stairs, combined with Ye Chuxiao's own cultivation base. Under the artistic conception, it is really too domineering and barbaric.

In a flash of lightning, the first divine cultivator opened his big mouth and bit into the long knife that was swung towards Ye Chuxiao.

There were only three people present. In the encounter just now, we both knew who was inferior, so what's the use of saying these words?

"Next, all that's left is integration and experimentation." Ye Chuxiao thought and took out two Dao Yun at the same time.

Spend your life points to purchase one month of stay time.

"One of the solutions is to split a bit of my emotions and thoughts into the soul core..."

When she merged with the blank soul and had her own soul core, it would be impossible for her to draw 'nutrients' from the outside through Ye Chuxiao's will.

In other words, Duanmulin's 'self-improvement' function has been replaced by survival itself.

Only false things need to be perfected.

Real existence is complete in itself.
Chapter completed!