After Lan Ling'er said this, Zhou Fan understood at that time that there were indeed people in this valley. Such a big noise was not caused by gods, but by people.

Zhou Fan thought for a long time and still couldn't get through the swamp, but at the end Zhou Fan came up with a solution. Since he couldn't get in, it would be better to wait here. He really didn't believe that the people here would never come out.

Xia Chenglong slashed in front of him, and the sharp sword energy moved forward from his sword, emitting like this, and the surrounding space collapsed.

"Ask people, gods, immortals, and demons."

After stabbing out the third sword, it enveloped Xia Chenglong, and the aura of pride suddenly disappeared, and Xia Chenglong's body returned to its previous appearance.

Inspiration and insight are often in a moment. Xia Chenglong seizes the opportunity of this moment and directly creates that new sword technique.

However, after creating this constitution, Xia Chenglong became significantly weaker and was shaking in this void.

Han Miaoyin flew directly to Xia Chenglong and held Xia Chenglong with a handful, with a hint of concern on her face: "Are you okay?"

Xia Chenglong shook his head and smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, maybe I'm a little tired. Just help me down and take a rest."

Han Miaoyin nodded, and he helped Xia Chenglong to the straw mat in the cave. During this process, he had not been staring at Xia Chenglong directly, as if he wanted to see something in this man.

Men are like a book, some are as shallow as paper, with just a few strokes of a single piece, but some men are as thick as a dictionary, which can never be translated or translated.

Obviously Xia Chenglong belonged to such a person, and Han Miaoyin couldn't help but feel a little stunned for a moment.

Xia Chenglong smiled softly: "What are you watching me keep doing like this? Is there any flower on my face?"

Han Miaoyin suddenly woke up after hearing Xia Chenglong say this. She glanced at Xia Chenglong with anger and thought to herself: "This man who doesn't know how to be funny is really disappointing."

"What kind of sword technique is your sword technique? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Xia Chenglong also smiled at that time: "This is my own sword technique. I named him "Three Questions, Ask the Heaven, Ask the Earth, Ask People."

After Han Miaoyin heard Xia Chenglong say this, a very complex light appeared in her eyes. At this time, she heard her murmuring in a low voice: "No, good, ask the sky, ask the earth, ask people, hahaha."

"Little guy, do you want to practice soul skills?" Xiaoyaoyou's voice suddenly shocked Xia Chenglong when he remembered it in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"I asked you to stop being so shocked, scaring me to death."

"Hahaha, you shouldn't be used to it for such a long time? What do you want to practice your soul skills?"

"I think, of course, but what are the soul skills?"

Xiaoyaoyou gave Xia Chenglong a angrily glance, and a look of helplessness appeared on his face: "Little guy, it's not easy to be able to practice soul skills based on your current spiritual strength. I want to choose it. I'll tell you, you have nothing to choose now."

After hearing Xiaoyaoyou say this, Xia Chenglong was speechless at the time, and an extremely complicated look appeared on his face: "If you say this, it would be really boring."

"A good medicine is good for diseases, and honest words are good for actions. But to be honest, your talent is the highest person I have seen in my life, and even my previous master Zhuangzi is not as good as you."

"It is precisely because of this that I am going to take out a soul skill for you to try, but remember that this soul is different from other things. If you really don't feel it, then wait until you become a saint before practicing. Once this soul is damaged and difficult to repair, you must remember it."

When Xia Chenglong heard Xiaoyaoyou's words and gave me earnest instructions, a warm current appeared in his heart. At this time, he nodded heavily: "Don't worry, I will definitely not force it."

After hearing Xia Chenglong's promise, Xiaoyaoyou sat cross-legged and quickly drew an extremely mysterious and obscure pattern in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Even Xia Chenglong can't understand what the Taoist essay in Xiaoyaoyou's painting means.

Just as Xiaoyaoyou finished sealing, a golden bamboo slip was like this, standing in Xia Chenglong's sea of ​​fiction.

Xia Chenglong carefully opened the bamboo slip, and there were three big words written on the beginning of the bamboo slip: "Xu Zhuzang."

When Xia Chenglong looked at it, he found that the Xu Zhuzang was divided into nine chapters, each chapter corresponding to a realm.

The content of this first chapter is called Soul Release.

In fact, the content of this chapter seems very simple. In fact, it is to put your soul out of your body. If you reach the realm of a saint, you can completely skip it directly.

However, I think the person who created this Xu Zhuzang seemed to be a cruel person. He was able to release his soul out of his body before he reached the realm of a saint.

So the man wrote down all his experience of releasing his soul and wrote it down.

Xia Chenglong sat cross-legged directly, his eyes closed and his nose were closed, and his nose was observed and his heart entered a state of entering into a state of meditation.

At this time, a layer of colorful light was shrouded around Xia Chenglong, and Xia Chenglong was also trying to communicate the depths of his soul.

However, this matter is indeed not as simple as he imagined. Xia Chenglong didn't know how many times he tried it, but he still had no response.

At this moment, dense beads of sweat had already emerged from Xia Chenglong's forehead.

Xiaoyaoyou was in Xia Chenglong's sea of ​​spiritual consciousness. Looking at all this, a solemn light appeared on his face.

Finally, after not knowing how many times he failed to try, Xia Chenglong seemed to be able to feel the existence of his soul.

But this feeling was extremely weak, and the most important thing was that this time the feeling was like the sand in the gap between the fingers, feeling slipping away from my hands bit by bit.

It was naturally impossible for Xia Chenglong to let this happen after all. He felt like he was just slipping away from his fingertips, so at this time, a hint of madness appeared on his face.

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