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Now, Xie Decai has reached the peak of foundation building cultivation, and his spiritual sense is slightly stronger than that. Not long after, he also found Zhao Hen's trace. The flying sword made a clever turn and flew to a place not far from Zhao Hen, hanging in the air, standing face to face with Zhao Hen, looking at Zhao Hen for a while, then sneered: "Fellow Daoist Zhao, it seems that you are not in a good mood like this."

Two days ago, Zhao Hen and the man in black robe were severely injured. Before he could heal his injuries, he hurriedly rushed to the sect, and even the broken clothes were not changed. Xie Decai couldn't help but feel proud when he saw Zhao Hen in such a mess.

After hearing Xie Decai's words, Zhao Hen showed a panic expression on his face: "What do you want to say?"

Xie Decai never thought he would meet Zhao Hen here, but since he met him, he deserved Zhao Hen’s luck. If there were no one else, this was definitely a good place to kill people and kill people. Staring at Zhao Hen’s embarrassed face, Xie Decai’s spiritual sense had quickly let go, checking if there were anyone else around.

"Boy, don't blame me for not giving you a chance!" Xie Decai's spiritual sense was explored for a long time, and after confirming that there was no one else in the surrounding area of ​​ten miles, he couldn't help but smile on his face: "Be good at kowtowing me, admit my mistake, I can make you die more happily!"

"Kowtow? Admit your mistake? Die happily?" Zhao Hen's face showed a look of surprise after hearing this. He looked around and seemed to have not been so lucky.

"Don't waste your time! I have already investigated around me, and there will be no one else." Xie Decai looked at Zhao Hen contemptuously and said, "Zhao Hen, if you have a road in heaven, you won't go, and if you have no way to break in hell, you will only blame you for your bad luck!"

"You want to kill me?" Zhao Hen's face seemed to have a look of panic, as if he was scared and paralyzed. Even the flying sword he was using was shaken.

"The mountains and rivers here are beautiful, and it is a good place to bury it! Humph, Zhao Hen, it's not that the time has not come, and today's time has come!" Xie Decai laughed and admired the panic expression on Zhao Hen's face, like a gentleman who had smoked smoke, his face was extremely comfortable: "I want you to return the insult you had to the husband that day!"

He once knelt down to Zhao Hen, which was a great humiliation. In such an uninhabited environment, it was inevitable to kill someone and kill him. Without waiting for Zhao Hen to react, Xie Decai activated his proud sword to take Zhao Hen's life.

Unfortunately, before Xie Decai's sword finger was shot out, a Nascent Soul puppet suddenly soared into the sky from Zhao Hen's Qiankun bag, and his figure flashed behind Xie Decai. With just one meeting, even Xie Decai didn't even see the figure behind clearly, and the Nascent Soul puppet controlled by Zhao Hen directly pinched his neck, lifting the person in the air like an eagle catching a chicken.

Looking at Xie Decai who was restrained, Zhao Hen was like a kind-hearted old man with a warm smile on his face, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he directly sentenced Xie Decai to death: "It seems that this is indeed a good place to bury!"

Although monks are much more tenacious than mortals, Xie Decai was so scared that he almost burst into tears when facing the threat of death, and he completely lost the demeanor of Mount Tai collapsed in front of him. The monks practice immortality in order to live forever, and the saying that they are pure and have few desires is just a guess of mortals. When facing life and death, who can be calm and indifferent?

Xie Decai suddenly went from being arrogant and able to dominate Zhao Hen's life and death at any time to the situation where he was slaughtered by others. How could he not frighten him? Xie Decai, who was just satisfied, just now spoke with a crying voice: "Give up your life!"

When Zhao Hen's expression suddenly became cold when he heard Xie Decai begging for mercy: "If you want to kill me, you must have the awareness of being killed. Since you want to kill me, don't even think about living from my hands!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Hen suddenly swung a soul ligament from his body and stabbed into Xie Decai's body. Xie Decai suddenly screamed like a pig. In just one breath, he turned into a skinny and boned mummy.

After scraping away Xie Decai's relics, Zhao Hen again sent the flying sword to rush towards the sect. After killing the people in the auction hall and Xie Decai, all the blood was sucked into Zhao Hen's body. His cultivation had been raised from the third level of the soul heart to the fifth level of the soul heart, and his soul became stronger. However, Zhao Hen's murderous intent had no time to deal with it for the time being, and he had to wait until he returned to the sect before using Ning Shen Jingxin Decision to clear it.

Now Zhao Hen is worried about whether his master's injuries have improved and whether it will affect his cultivation. According to the saying that the master brought his master back, Zhao Hen should be relieved, but Zhao Hen always had a bad premonition in his heart, but he was about to go back, and he would be able to see the truth after everything arrived at the sect. More than a month later, Zhao Hen finally returned to the sect, entered the RiLei Villa and went straight to the master's cave.

As soon as he entered Leng Ling's room, Zhao Hen saw several maids serving Leng Ling, but Leng Ling himself was lying on the couch, motionless, as if he was asleep. At this time, the master was still on Leng Ling's side. Seeing the figure of Master Liao Zheng, Zhao Hen's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Master's injury was in big trouble? He hurriedly stepped forward to greet him and asked about his injury.

Liao Zheng also understood Zhao Hen's eagerness very well. He looked at Zhao Hen and shook his head and said, "Leng Ling's internal injuries and external injuries have been cured, but his spiritual sense seems to have been severely damaged and has not woken up yet. He has tried many methods, but they are of no help!"

After hearing Master Liao Zheng's words, Zhao Hen didn't care much, nodded quickly, then walked directly to Leng Ling's bed, reached out to grab her wrist vein, and carefully called her vein.

Leng Ling's pulse was very calm and did not look serious at all. Zhao Hen felt a little relieved. It seemed that the serious injury he suffered that day had at least been healed.

Then, Zhao Hen used his spiritual sense to pass into Leng Ling's body through his hands and began to explore Leng Ling's spiritual sense. But as soon as he touched Leng Ling's spiritual sense, even Zhao Hen couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning.

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