Chapter 2679: The breath of the first race

"Master Bai Hun doesn't need to be so nervous. In fact, I want to kill them more than you." Wuwo still said with a smile.

"Why do you want me to believe you?"

Master Bai Hun looked at Wuwo coldly, and her soul power turned into a soul sword, pressing against Wuwo's ​​brow. As long as she had a thought, she could destroy Wuwo's ​​consciousness remaining in Gu Yi.

"Just because I killed the first generation hall master of Hongmeng and took away his ability." Wuwo waved his hand casually, and saw golden light surging from his body.

These lights are extremely unique, and they contain countless ancient soul patterns.

Seeing the golden light, Master Bai Hun was moved. She naturally knew these soul patterns. In the ancient times, she led the soul cultivation army into this interface, and as a result, she encountered the first generation hall master of Hongmeng.

There was only one first generation hall master of Hongmeng at that time.

As a result, the First Generation Hall Master of Hongmeng alone blocked her and her army of soul cultivators. In the end, she and her army of soul cultivators were imprisoned by the First Generation Hall Master of Hongmeng. No one knew the First Generation Hall Master of Hongmeng's ability better than her.

Obviously, the First Generation Hall Master of Hongmeng was dead.

Otherwise, his inheritance would not fall into Wuwo's ​​hands.

"Just based on this, let me believe you?" Bai Hunzhu said indifferently.

"And this." Wuwo waved his other hand, and saw a silver light emerge, also with an extremely ancient soul seal.

"The inheritance of the First Generation Hall Master of Yuntian is also in your hands?" Bai Hunzhu tolerated.

Whether it is the First Generation Hall Master of Hongmeng or the First Generation Hall Master of Yuntian, their soul cultivation inheritance is very powerful. Anyone who has the inheritance of one of them is enough to fight against a soul master army, let alone the inheritance of two.

"Now there are two, but in the future there will be more than two." Wuwo said with a smile.

"You want to obtain the inheritance of the seven first-generation hall masters alone?" Bai Hunzhu looked at Wuwo. It must be said that Wuwo's ​​ambition is very big.

"That's right."

Wuwo nodded, then glanced at Bai Hunzhu, "I am their apprentice, and it is my duty to obtain their inheritance. When I get the inheritance of the seven first-generation hall masters, I will be able to sweep the soul cultivators of the major interfaces."

"At that time, I will enter the Eternal Soul Dao with the inheritance of the seven first-generation hall masters..."

Hearing the last sentence, Bai Hunzhu was moved again.

Entering the Eternal Soul Dao...

That means transcending the level of the realm god and becoming a domain god.

At that time, there may be a chance to control the three thousand realms and become the top domain god.

Thinking of this, Bai Hunzhu couldn't help but take a breath. She had had such an idea in the past, so she fought everywhere and constantly plundered soul cultivation resources to strengthen herself.

But at her current level, it is very difficult to continue, so she no longer has the idea of ​​​​aspiring to become a domain god.

Because it is too far away.

"The remaining five inheritances are not easy to get, I need help. And you three soul masters will be my biggest helpers." Wuwo said.

"Arrogant!"

Bai Hunzhu snorted: "Do you really think that even if you win the inheritance of the seven first-generation hall masters, you can reach the level of domain god? You think too simply."

"I don't think it's that simple. Winning the inheritance of the seven first-generation hall masters is just my first step. At that time, I will leave this interface and go to other interfaces. I want to seize more resources. Even if I can't reach the level of domain god in the future, the inheritance of the seven first-generation hall masters is enough to reach the ninth transformation." Wuwo said proudly.

Hearing this, Bai Hunzhu did not refute.

Because the strength of the seven first-generation hall masters is very strong, almost comparable to the eighth transformation.

If Wuwo can really win the inheritance of the seven first-generation hall masters, maybe he can really strive for the ninth transformation.

"What benefits can I get from asking me to help?" Bai Hunzhu said with narrowed eyes.

"I will provide you with the inheritance of the seven first-generation hall masters for your enlightenment." Wuwo said.

Bai Hunzhu was slightly moved, because this condition was indeed tempting. Although she could not obtain the inheritance of the seven first-generation hall masters, it would be good if Wuwo could provide her with enlightenment.

If she could accidentally comprehend a deeper level of soul, she could go one step further, and maybe even complete the eighth transformation.

"Deal." Bai Hunzhu said.

"Then we have a happy cooperation." Wuwo smiled slightly.

"When can we leave here?" Bai Hunzhu asked.

"At least one month, at most half a year." Wuwo replied.

"That's great."

Bai Hunzhu smiled, finally she could leave this ghost place, she had been here for so many years, she was suffocated.

Wuwo's ​​smile became even brighter.

Only Gu Liying and others looked ashen, they knew that they might not be able to escape the fate of souls flying away, after all, they heard these important things.

...

After coming out of the different dimension, Xiao Yun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, fortunately he left in time, it would be troublesome if he was late.

"Let's go. Let's go back to Hongcheng and meet up with the Sword Saint." Xiao Yun said to Honglian.

Honglian nodded.

The two of them broke through the air.

After a while, Xiao Yun and the others returned to the vicinity of Hongcheng. Just as they were about to enter Hongcheng, Honglian was slightly moved.

"There is news from the Chu Clan. The Sword Saint sent a message asking us not to return to Hongcheng and leave quickly..." Honglian hurriedly said to Xiao Yun.

She had the origin of the Chu Clan, so she could receive the news.

Xiao Yun's original clan origin had been removed long ago. Now he has the Black Prison origin, so he can't receive any news.

"Leave Hongcheng?" Xiao Yun frowned. It was obvious that Dao Dao Zhisheng and his men were in trouble, and it was not just an ordinary trouble.

"Yes." Honglian nodded.

"Are there any other news?" Xiao Yun asked hurriedly.

"No more." Honglian shook her head.

Xiao Yun frowned.

At this moment, Xiao Yun suddenly felt a tremor coming from the void, and then quickly noticed a very familiar breath.

Long Yuyan!

The void was torn apart, and Long Yuyan, who was covered in blood, broke through the air. The moment she saw Xiao Yun, her tense expression instantly relaxed.

Long Yuyan fell down powerlessly.

Xiao Yun quickly hugged her.

Honglian looked at it indifferently and said nothing.

"What happened? Why are you so seriously injured?" Xiao Yun quickly took out the magic pill and fed it to Long Yuyan.

"It's useless. My injury can't be healed by divine pills. I can only rely on myself." Long Yuyan shook her head and refused.

"Where is the Sword Saint? Where is he?" Xiao Yun asked hurriedly.

"He was captured." Long Yuyan said weakly.

"Captured? Who did it?" Xiao Yun continued to ask.

"I don't know, but the people who attacked are very strong. They are about to reach the level of the Realm God. I can't beat them, and I can't protect the Sword Saint." Long Yuyan said helplessly: "However, they have a very familiar aura..."

"Very familiar aura?" Xiao Yun frowned.

"Yes, although I can't see their faces, I feel a very familiar aura on them."

Long Yuyan nodded, "It looks like someone from our Chucheng."

"People from Chucheng? You can't be mistaken, right?" Xiao Yun's face changed. There were only Yan Tianzun and others in Chucheng. Did they attack Long Yuyan?

Absurd!

No one knows better than Xiao Yun what kind of people Yan Tianzun and others are.

"I just sensed their auras. I can't beat them. No... Otherwise I would leave one behind to prove it..." Long Yuyan fainted halfway through her words.

Her injuries were too severe.

Xiao Yun had no choice but to pick Long Yuyan up and prepare to find a place to settle her down.

Suddenly, two terrifying auras came from the void...

The aura of the Chu Clan?

Xiao Yun felt it for the first time and was instantly moved. These two terrifying auras were not only the auras of the Chu Clan, but also gave him a very familiar feeling.