Wedge

In the sky of an inconspicuous island in the boundless sea, lightning and thunder, dark clouds, and black gas rising. Seven, seven, seven, forty-nine black flags were densely inserted on the island, rolling in the wind, and the beasts sealed in the flag opened their teeth and danced their claws, making bursts of ghosts crying and howling. The sea area around the island is even more turbid, and the waves are beating on the shore.

A thick cloth gown, an old man with fairy bones, holding a hurdle of runes in one hand and a black sword in the other hand. The sword is about three feet long. A red-faced fang beast looms on the sword, and it seems that it may break through the shackles of the seal at any time.

Xiao Yun stood in the middle of the shadow flag, and his face was slightly pale.

The old man who is doing the cooking is Xiao Yun's master, who is a self-proported white horse Zhenjun. This man can be said to be a strange person in the world of cultivation. He is proficient in refining elixir, so he relies on drugs, building the foundation at the age of 30 and the age of 100. Now he is less than 300 years old, he is already a great monk in the late Yuanying period. His apprentice Xiao Yun is even more a drug potent. He is four years old and practicing qi. Now he is only 23 years old. Xiao Yun has successfully built a foundation, and alchemy is also green.

The master and apprentice were so crazy to take drugs to advance, and people in the cultivation world were panicked. Finally, the two monks of good and evil allied and found an excuse to kill the two masters and apprentices. After the master and apprentice went through all the fierce and dangerous killings, Baima Zhenjun decided to use the soul-shifting da method on Xiao Yun to get Xiao Yun's soul out of his body, find an ordinary person to possess it, and avoid this disaster.

"Master, can you do it?" Xiao Yun asked.

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Xiao Yun was shocked and said, "Master, think twice!"

In the distant sky, a piece of black practitioners flew in the air. I'm afraid that there are no more than ten thousand people. It is the army of monks who hanged Xiao Yun's master and apprentice.

"I said it's okay, it's okay if I can't. OK."

The white horse Zhenjun's sword pointed to the sky, and the island suddenly changed the color of the sky, and the clouds in the sky turned into blood-red color, flowing rapidly, covering the sky and the sun and rushing to the island. There was a flash of lightning in the dark clouds. After each flash of lightning appeared, it did not disappear, but condensed into a thick electric column with green light, spinning over Xiao Yun's head. Finally, he cut it at Xiao Yun.

It has become an experiment of the soul-shifting da method. Xiao Yun wants to cry without tears, but he can only listen to fate...

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