Chapter 594: 　The depths of the fairyland

"Who do you want me to kill for you?" Gui Daosheng asked directly after putting his head away.
"..."
Ye Yusheng thought for a while and said, "Do you know I'm looking for someone?"
"know."
"That's it. Anyone I'm looking for, as long as you meet someone who is chasing them, help me kill the chaser, how about?"
"But... but you are not afraid that I lie to you?"
"It doesn't matter." Ye Yusheng shrugged: "All I want is their safety. As long as they are safe, if you lied to me, you lied to me."
Gui Daosheng smiled, the war pattern on his face seemed to come to life, and it circulated on his face: "OK."
"Before leaving, I have a message to tell you."
"what news?"
"In recent days, a good thing is about to be born, and many people have already received news and rushed over."
"what?"
"...A page of soul book."
"what?"
Ye Yusheng almost jumped up when he heard the four words in a page of soul book.
"It seems that Brother Ye also knows the importance of this page of the soul book." Gui Daosheng's expression gradually became solemn: "This time the fairyland opens, one of the goals of the three strongest sects is a page of the soul book."
"..."
Ye Yusheng's face was solemn.
"Hey!"
Speaking of this, Gui Daosheng smiled suddenly, then... looked at Ye Yusheng: "Dongfang Wenxia's goal is also a soul book."
Ye Yusheng glanced at him, expressionless: "Location."
Not much nonsense, just ask the location.
A page of soul book appeared, no matter where Dongfang Wenxia was or not, Ye Yusheng would take it.
If Dongfang asks Xia is here, the brothers will be able to reunite, if not, he can also fight for that page of the soul book. To be able to see the living Nine Sister again, a page of the soul book is the key.
"The Wind and Snow Temple..." Gui Daosheng said.
Temple?
The predecessor of the broken fairyland was called Fengxue Temple, and in this ruin, the other temples can only be called temples, but in the deepest part, there is a'fengxue temple'.
The source of the powerful force of the Fengxue Temple is the ancient Fengxue Temple.
"boom!"
The earth collapsed, Ye Yusheng's body directly rushed up, leaping a hundred meters, and rushing towards the depths of the ruins of Xianyu.
The real Fengxue Temple is in the deepest part of the ruins, one month is left, and it must be arrived as soon as possible.
The Gui Daosheng behind him didn't say much, looking at his back, a smile appeared on his face.
"Heh, gathering at the Fengxue Temple, what kind of sparks can it produce?" When he laughed, the Universe Bag suddenly opened, and ten deadly heads flew out of it.
"Don't look at me, I didn't kill you." Looking at Shishuang's eyes, the smile on Gui Daosheng's face became stronger.
Then he opened his mouth abruptly, and a stream of jet black ink flew out from the top of the ten heads, fell into his mouth, and was swallowed by him.
"Om!"
The dark streamer entered the body, and the war pattern on Gui Daosheng's face actually squirmed, as if there was a slight change.
"Snapped!"
The head that had lost important things was useless, and was thrown on the ground by Gui Daosheng, turned around and left.
"what?"
Just as he was about to leave, the sound transmission stone in Qiankun's bag lit up again.
Taking out the sound transmission stone, listening to the sound coming from inside, the smile on Gui Daosheng's face became stronger.
"Here again, haha..."
He was not only dealing with Ye Yusheng, but also other strong players.
After a long while!
Gui Daosheng once again appeared in a place, here...a figure was waiting here long ago.
Although this figure had its back facing him, the jet black knife on its back was extremely eye-catching.
Sensing the arrival of Gui Daosheng, the figure slowly turned around, and it was another familiar face.
"Black Sword Qin Long." Gui Daosheng directly called out the other's name.
Qin Long didn't talk nonsense, and threw out more than twenty heads of Demon Sect disciples.
"Thanks!"
After taking the head, Gui Daosheng thanked him, then directly took out a thin booklet from Qiankun's bag and threw it to Qin Long: "This is what you want."
Qin Long and Ye Yusheng wanted different things.
Ye Yusheng needs to protect his friends and brothers, but the black knife Qin Long doesn't have so much scruples. The only thing he needs to do is to strengthen himself.
"Oh, right!"
Before leaving, Black Blade Qin Long turned around and said, "Some of your old friends have come to the land of Youzhou."
"Old friend?" Gui Daosheng wondered, how could he have any old friends.
"Donghai Zhenlong, Lushuixuan, Jiutiange..."
Gui Daosheng: "..."
The names Qin Long said were all talented disciples of the Haotian School.
Back then, in Mobei, there was no shortage of fights with each other, and I didn't expect these people to come to Youzhou Land.
"Why are they here?" Gui Daosheng wondered.
"I do not know either."
Qin Long shook his head and continued: "Something must have happened in Mobei, otherwise... there won't be so many warriors entering the land of Youzhou together."
No one knows whether this guess is correct, but it is not very important right now.
...
the other side,
Ye Yusheng didn't know that Black Sword Qin Long had also entered the Immortal Territory, and they had not encountered it in the past two months.
He is now rushing at full speed, rushing to the deepest snow storm temple.
Although he doesn't know where he is, he knows the approximate direction, and he can definitely find it if he keeps rushing deep.
...
Deep in the fairyland!
The billowing aura rises like boiling water, almost submerging the entire depths of the fairyland in it, the concentration of the aura here has reached the level of liquefaction.
The visibility here is only less than a hundred meters, and the martial artist does not need to practice here at all, and he can feel the increase in zhenqi in his body by breathing.
"So cool!"
In the rich spiritual aura, the shirtless Tyrant stretched his body. This place is indeed worthy of the name of the fairyland.
It's a pity that aura is still aura, not a fairy, and I don't know if there is any fairy here.
"Ok?"
Suddenly, the tyrant who stretched his body stopped and turned his body slowly.
Behind him, two figures of a man and a woman appeared there at some unknown time. The handsome man and the beautiful woman, the man carrying a huge heavy knife in his hand, the beautiful woman, smiled and kept throwing food in her mouth. .
"You are still chasing." The scar on Tyrant Dao's face was terrifying, and his cold eyes stared at the man and woman in front of him.
Ying Sanli showed a smile on his face, raised the heavy knife in his hand and glanced at it, and said with emotion, "This is a good knife, but it's too heavy, not suitable for me."
"Ha ha!"
Tyrant knife snorted coldly: "Not suitable for you, but suitable for me, give the knife back to me, Xiaoye spare your life."
"What did you say?" Ying Sanli thought he had heard it wrong.
"Return the knife to me, spare your life." Tyrant Dao repeated it again.
"Haha!"
Ying Sanli smiled, full of contempt in his laughter.
The woman next to him also showed a smile, but her smile... is full of charm.