The moment Ximen Lieyan was burned to death by the fire spirit, a dark shadow flew out of Ximen Lieyan's body with strong resentment. Zhang Ye was always paying attention to Ximen Lieyan's movements. Seeing this black shadow, he immediately understood in his heart that this shadow seemed to be the curse talisman planted by the Ximen family in Ximen Lieyan's body.

"Si!"

The curse talisman sensed the life fluctuations of the fire spirit, and it rotated rapidly around the fire spirit, leaving a faint curse mark on the fire spirit in a strange way.

Neither Zhang Ye nor Huo Ling took this mark to heart. After all, Fire Spirit is a burning flame, not a real life. As long as the Fire Spirit practices to a certain extent, it is not a difficult task to erase this mark. Moreover, Fire Spirit stays in the Fire Spirit world all day long, and even if there is a mark on it, others cannot find it.

"Swoosh!"

When Zhang Ye killed two masters in succession, the ancient cave was fully revealed. Zhang Ye knew that the movements caused by the ancient cave and the battle would soon attract a large number of masters to come. He did not hesitate to use his body technique, and flew hundreds of feet away to enter the ancient cave.

This ancient cave is extremely simple, with a huge hall, and there are three rooms: the alchemy room, the instrument room, and the practice room. Zhang Ye's spiritual sense first swept through the hall and soon locked a huge jade bed.

This huge jade bed is carved from a strange purple jade, with a faint breath of water flowing on it. If you practice on it, it will not only nourish the body and become stronger, but also use the breath of the jade bed to further understand the artistic conception of water.

The Fire Spirit has obtained the inheritance of the ancient phoenix and has a wide range of knowledge. When he saw this jade bed, he said out loud: "This jade bed is carved from ten thousand years of water jade. Master, you can put it away and use it to understand the artistic conception of water in the future."

Zhang Ye nodded. After carefully looking around, he confirmed that there was no restriction, Zhang Ye stretched out his hand and took the jade bed carved from ten thousand years of water jade into the Fire Spirit Realm.

Putting away the jade bed, Zhang Ye pushed open the stone door of the practice room.

In the practice room, there was only one weapon stand and a yellow futon woven by grass stems. Zhang Ye looked at it and saw that there was only one weapon hanging above the weapon stand, which was a purple long sword four feet long and three feet long and four fingers wide.

Looking at the purple long sword, Zhang Ye's face showed a hint of joy. He stretched out his palm, and the purple long sword immediately flew into the air and fell into his hand.

Zhang Ye held the long sword tightly, and saw the two small words "Duanlang" carved behind the long sword, which was extremely heavy. Zhang Ye secretly estimated that this purple long sword was at least tens of thousands of pounds, and a ray of purple light flowed faintly at the edge of the knife, which was obviously extremely sharp.

Zhang Ye took a look and then brought the Duanlang Sword into the Fire Spirit Realm. Just as he was about to leave the practice room, Huo Ling said, "Master, this cushion is also a good thing. The cushion is woven from a spiritual herb that has grown for tens of thousands of years. Practicing on the cushion can make one clear mind and calm the mind and not easily disturbed by the inner demons."

Zhang Ye's eyes lit up and he said, "Oh? It's actually woven from the ten thousand-year-old spirit grass. It seems that it must be a rare good thing. You can't miss this kind of thing."

"Swoosh!"

With one move, Zhang Ye put the grass cushion into the space.

After exiting the practice room, Zhang Ye came to the door of the alchemy room and pushed it. Zhang Ye's push was hundreds of thousands of pounds, but under this huge force, the door of the alchemy room did not move at all.

Zhang Ye was slightly shocked, and then came to his senses: "Hey. There is a formation and fire spirit on the gate of this alchemy room. We will work together to break the ban."

"Boom boom boom!"

Fire Spirit and Zhang Ye joined forces, and the two of them rushed towards this layer of stone gate. This ancient cave has existed for tens of thousands of years, and its own ban has almost disappeared, and the power of the ban on the stone gate has also been greatly weakened. Under the joint bombardment of the two, the stone gate quickly trembled and was about to be blown open by the two.

At this moment, a long roar came from outside. Hearing this long roar, Zhang Ye felt something was wrong in his heart. He knew that the movements made by the ancient cave and the battle finally attracted the nearby masters.

"boom!"

Zhang Ye finally blasted out and ordered: "Fire Spirit, continue to break through this stone access control. I will go outside and stop all these masters outside."

After saying this, Zhang Ye's body flashed and suddenly came outside the ancient cave. His spiritual sense stretched out and he paid attention to the movements of hundreds of miles in a distance.

It was a helpless move for Zhang Ye to run out to intercept many masters. This ancient cave is relatively small and there is no room for hiding. If Zhang Ye stays in the cave and continues to search for treasures, he may be trapped in the cave by many masters and becomes a turtle in the jar, and he will not be able to escape at that time.

"Hahahaha! I didn't expect that in such a small place, there was an ancient cave hidden! This ancient cave is mine! Hahahaha!"

With the long laughter of haha, a wind suddenly came from afar, came a hundred miles away from the ancient cave, and suddenly turned into a thin young man. The thin young man saw Zhang Ye from afar and shouted: "Old guy, get out of here quickly! Otherwise, I will take action and smash you to pieces."

Zhang Ye silently repaired the injuries in his body and looked at the thin young man quietly. The cultivation of this thin young man was at the peak of the fourth level of the True Dao, and this cultivation level was not in Zhang Ye's eyes. However, this thin young man faintly understood the artistic conception of wind, and his actual combat power was comparable to that of the early fifth level of the True Dao master.

"I don't know how many people's attention this cave has attracted. Now, I have to find a way to kill anyone who comes to the cave, otherwise I will be unable to deal with them when they gather together."

When Zhang Ye thought of this, he let out a long laugh and said proudly: "Boy, you dare to be rampant in front of me! I will report your name and let me see what you are!"

Zhang Ye spoke pretentiously with the purpose of arousing the anger of the thin young man, and then seized the opportunity to kill the man. Sure enough, as soon as Zhang Ye's voice fell, the thin young man's face immediately changed and he said coldly: "Old thing, listen. I am Feng Manlou, the second-grade young man in the Purple Spirit Realm. Today, I will pinch you to death."

"Swoosh!"

As soon as Feng Manlou finished speaking, his body suddenly disappeared. The next moment, his body turned into a series of breezes, blew towards Zhang Ye gently and gently.

Seeing Feng Manlou turning into a breeze, Zhang Ye's mouth showed a hint of sneer. His understanding of the artistic conception of wind was almost at a small level. Although Feng Manlou turned into a breeze and came without a trace, he could not hide Zhang Ye's feeling at all.

When the breeze blew on his body, Zhang Ye suddenly shouted loudly and grabbed one palm suddenly!

Zhang Ye’s grab looks simple and ordinary. But this simple grab is extremely clever and the timing angle is extremely clever. Feng Manlou, who is hidden in the breeze, only felt Zhang Ye’s palm coming over the sky and grabbing his neck directly. No matter how he has the cultivation level of the fourth level of True Dao, he cannot dodge!

"Qua!"

Feng Manlou tried his best to resist, but Zhang Ye's palm was like steel, breaking through all obstacles and grabbing his neck, making Feng Manlou scream in surprise.

"How is it possible? How is it possible? I vaguely understood the artistic conception of wind, turned into a breeze, came and went without a trace, how could I be seen through the whereabouts?"

Feng Manlou looked puzzled and murmured.

After saying this, Feng Manlou shouted again: "Old guy, please let go of this young master! I am ranked second-grade young master on the third-grade young master list of the Purple Spirit Realm. I have a noble status. You can't kill me, otherwise you will become the enemy of my family!"

Zhang Ye has read a lot of miscellaneous books. He remembers that the young masters in the Purple Spirit Realm are divided into three lists, which is the third-grade young master list. Only those who are under 81 years old and have a cultivation level of the third level of the True Dao can be qualified to enter the third-grade young master list.

Those who can enter the third-grade young master list are all young generations of powerful people. Everyone has strong combat power and everyone has extremely strong potential. These people are all future strong people in the Purple Spirit Realm, and have been fully trained by the family and sect.

Feng Manlou can enter the second-grade young master list. Although his strength and potential are very good, he is considered a character among the young people in the Purple Spirit Realm.

Feng Manlou showed his identity and planned to let Zhang Ye show mercy. But what a person Zhang Ye is? He ignored Feng Manlou's words at all. He said with an expressionless face: "What is the second-grade young man? I just killed a second-grade young man, and now I'm not a big deal."

While speaking, Zhang Ye suddenly exerted force on his palm.

"Crack!"

Zhang Ye's palm was like a crushing egg. Feng Manlou's neck was instantly broken by Zhang Ye, and his whole life was broken by Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye searched Feng Manlou for a while, and soon found a space storage bag and a white jade-like fan. Zhang Ye put away the things casually, then slammed a palm in the air, and knocked Feng Manlou's corpse into a blood mist.

Just now, Yu Fengmanlou was killed, and several long roars suddenly came from the distance. The sound of long roars continued, just like a strong wind blew through the void. The clouds in the sky and the dust on the ground were blown away by the sound. Obviously, these people from afar are also masters of true Taoism with profound cultivation.
Chapter completed!