When Bai Xiaochun refining fire, eight days passed...

At this moment, in the sky some distance from the valley, Zhou Yinxing was disheveled and was in a mess, even spitting out blood, and was roaring in grief and angry, and was constantly galloping and escaping.

Behind him were hundreds of natives, who were chasing him passionately.

"You are too bullying!!" Zhou Yixing couldn't help but roared. Bai Xiaochun's request for him was 100,000 unjust souls, but his cultivation level was sealed, and he could not find so many when he went out to search. And at this moment, his cultivation level was only half a century. Although he was in the late stage of the elixir, he was already injured and his combat power that could be used to exert has fallen to the early stage of foundation building.

He had thought about taking advantage of this time to escape, but he found that after leaving Bai Xiaochun's certain range, the restrictions in his body seemed to explode. He was so scared that he quickly turned around and cursed Bai Xiaochun in his heart.

It's fine, but he was targeted with bad intentions on the way. When he realized something was wrong and was about to escape, some natives jumped out to stop him. Although he was killed some of them all the way, more and more natives appeared. In the end, they were even everywhere, as if these natives were hunting, but by accident, they became their prey.

Seeing the crisis, Zhou Yixing could only use secret techniques, and he was willing to use his life to rush out forcibly. However, after seeing that he used the secret techniques, the natives became excited and pursued them desperately.

Zhou Yixing felt extremely frustrated. If his cultivation level was not sealed, he would definitely not let these foundation-building natives meet, and even angered him and razed the other tribe to the ground was a thought.

But now, his soul power has been blocked and too many magics cannot be unfolded. When he thought of being chased by these natives, his tears of grievance were about to flow out, but he knew that once he was caught up, life and death would be unpredictable.

"I am a third-grade soul refiner, how dare you do this!!" Zhou Yixing's voice was shrill. When the surroundings echoed, two soul swords formed by magic came roaring behind him, and exploded directly beside Zhou Yixing. The impact caused Zhou Yixing to spit out blood again, staggering down and continuing to run wildly.

Behind him, hundreds of natives were experiencing their eyes, pursuing them tightly. Even among the more than 100 natives, there were two middle-aged soul cultivators. Their eyes flashed with greedy light. When they looked at Zhou Yixing, they seemed to see a moving treasure.

But when they heard that Zhou Yixing claimed to be a third-grade soul refiner, their expressions changed suddenly. Even the natives around them changed their expressions one by one, and they seemed surprised and suspicious.

"Soul Refiner? This person's soul power fluctuates extremely weakly and cannot judge his identity. It would be fine if he is a soul refiner, but if he deceives us, his real cultivation is not a foundation building, but it should be a pill. Once his injuries recover, we will miss the opportunity to kill people and seize treasures, and even cause a big disaster..."

As these natives hesitated, the two soul cultivators looked at each other, and one of them gritted his teeth and spoke suddenly.

"You said you are a third-grade soul refiner. If you take out a ball of seven-color fire, we believe it. We will immediately apologize to the soul refiner and give apologies!"

Zhou Yixing was even more depressed and depressed when he heard this. He did not have the seven-color fire at this moment. He even lost his ability to refine fire because of his cultivation. He didn't know how to prove his identity, so he could only roar with a sad roar, use the secret technique again, and accelerate his escape.

"You dare to falsely report your identity as a soul refiner!!"

"He can't run far, chase after him and kill this person. The crisis of our Heishan tribe can be resolved! Especially since this person has been seriously injured and has built a foundation in cultivation. This is the gift that the Emperor of the Underworld gave us to our Heishan tribe to overcome difficulties!!" The two soul cultivators were relieved to see Zhou Yixing escape at a speed, and chased him again.

The pursuit was still not over after a day. Zhou Yinxing used almost all his strength to escape wildly. His frustrated anger seemed to be about to explode.

"I hate those with the surname Bai the most! I hate all the people with the surname Bai in the world!!!" Zhou Yixing was extremely angry.

"I kindly told him that it is extremely difficult to refine the eleven-colored fire. It would be fine if he didn't listen to me, but he was even angry after his failure!"

"If the Bai surnamed Bai was not angry and forced me to come out to find the soul, how could I end up like this!" Zhou Yixing gritted his teeth. Seeing the people chasing behind him getting closer and closer, Zhou Yixing roared, and could only continue to use the secret technique. After the distance was opened, blood was constantly flowing out of the corner of his mouth, galloping towards the cave where Bai Xiaochun was.

Time passed, and for Zhou Yixing, he would never forget this day in his life. In this pursuit, he had used secret techniques many times and was completely willing to spare his life. At this moment, his vitality had been consumed a lot, and even his hair was gray. He paid such a price, and he persisted until now in this pursuit.

At this moment, from afar, he finally saw the bald mountain where Bai Xiaochun was. He was almost crying. They were tears of excitement. He never had such a moment, so he could return to Bai Xiaochun's side.

"You wait for me!" Zhou Yixing roared and headed straight for Tushan. The hundreds of natives behind him and the two soul cultivators inside also changed their expressions at this moment. When they looked at Tushan, they felt something was wrong. After looking at each other, they gritted their teeth and made their own tricks. Their soul power immediately spread.

As they spread, two soul swords several feet in size were formed above them. The two soul swords merged together in an instant and turned into ten feet in size. After the hundreds of natives around them also roared together.

With the roar, there was actually a trace of qi and blood burst out from these natives, turning into black fog, and blending into the ten-foot soul sword. This knife was strange, as if it had a big mouth. With one suck, it absorbed the qi and blood of hundreds of natives directly. In the buzzing, the blade expanded and finally turned into more than fifty feet in size and slashed towards Zhou Yixing.

After doing this, the two soul cultivators suddenly became listless, and the hundreds of natives around them all turned much pale, but when they looked at Zhou Yinxing, they all looked with expectations.

"Horse secret technique!!" Zhou Yixing's heart was shocked and screamed. He rushed into his heart and spewed out seven or eight mouthfuls of blood in his heart. He unfolded the secret technique again. When the soul sword approached, it made a speed explode, and he was almost avoided. He fell directly on the bald mountain and roared in a tragic voice.

"Fellow Daoist Bai!!"

Almost at the moment when Zhou Yixing opened his mouth, the huge soul sword, which was fifty feet high, actually headed straight for the bald mountain, as if it wanted to destroy this mountain, along with Zhou Yixing and all the existences in this mountain in this knife!

At the same time, in this cave in the bald mountain, Bai Xiaochun's three clones went out to catch their souls. His original deity sat cross-legged and meditated. His expression was a bit ferocious, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were filled with blood, and his whole body seemed crazy.

There was a colorful fire in his hand at this moment, and countless unjust souls were everywhere. They were constantly fusing by this fire. Bai Xiaochun was fully focused and did not dare to be distracted at all. He had seen the outside world before, but he had no time to pay attention to it. He was now completely red-eyed. During this period, he had failed too many times, and every failure had to start over, which was too expensive.

"This time, you will definitely succeed, you will definitely do it!" Bai Xiaochun suffocated his breath. Seeing that the ten-color fire was constantly swallowing, the eleventh color was about to appear, but at this moment, the fire swayed violently, as if it was unstable. Bai Xiaochun's face changed, and he was anxious and pinched his left hand in his left hand. He pointed a sharp finger, and immediately accelerated the fusion of the ten-color fire.

But just as the soul melted, the shaking of this fire became more obvious. Immediately afterwards, there was a wave that caused Bai Xiaochun's face to change suddenly, and suddenly came out of the ten-color fire.

It was also at this moment that Zhou Yinxing, who was screaming outside, and the roars from hundreds of natives also came into his ears.

As soon as these sounds came, they were immediately replaced by a stronger roar. In an instant, the loud noise rumbling. In the unstable situation, the ten-color fire collapsed and exploded!

Bai Xiaochun shouted, stepped back suddenly, took out the eternal night umbrella, and opened the protection moment, booming boom, as if the world changed drastically, the earth was shaking!

The entire bald mountain roared, and before the soul knife could touch it, the mountain collapsed from the inside on its own, and an indescribable flame spread all over the place at this moment!
Chapter completed!