The black-robed man smiled like an old friend who had not seen each other for a long time. He greeted Yang Xuan, but in the next moment, the sky changed color.
A wooden stick less than three feet long suddenly appeared in the black clothed man's hand. Then, it flew out of his hand and into the air.
At the same time, the black-robed man's cold voice reached Yang Xuan's ears, "Yang Xuan, I am Situ Yin, a Sacred Emissary of the Sacred Mountain. I have been ordered to arrest you. Surrender now."
The short stick flew out, circled in the air, and whistled as it shot toward Yang Xuan.
In an instant, the world fell into darkness. The stick was instantly hidden in the darkness, and no sound could be heard.
Yang Xuan's eyes were cold, and the corners of his mouth curled into a sneer. He suddenly turned around and punched the void to his right.
Boom!
A loud sound was heard. The black-robed man who first fought Yang Xuan was forced to take a step back, and his joints made cracking sounds.
Yang Xuan still did not speak. He turned around again and pointed out.
Bang!
A muffled sound was heard in the darkness. The three-foot-long stick let out a strange cry as if it was alive, and then shot backward.
Yang Xuan was expressionless. A long golden saber suddenly appeared in his hand, and he slashed out.
Crack!
It was as if a huge hole was forcibly pulled in the night sky, or as if the first ray of sunlight was released by the rising sun, dispelling the darkness. As Yang Xuan slashed out with the golden saber in his hand, there was a sharp whistle in the darkness. Then, the darkness dissipated, and the three-foot-long stick flew back to Situ Yin, who was standing not far away.
At this moment, the coldness on Situ Yin's face disappeared, and it was replaced by a look of surprise. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but Yang Xuan's golden saber had already cut through the sky and slashed toward him.
The surprise in Situ Yin's eyes had not yet receded. He instantly raised the short stick in his hand, and in an instant, it turned into a sky full of stick shadows, meeting Yang Xuan's long saber.
At the same time, the black-robed man who was as stiff as a corpse once again appeared behind Yang Xuan and clawed at Yang Xuan.
A cold smile suddenly appeared on Yang Xuan's face. Immediately after, he completely disregarded the rod shadows that filled the sky as if they were nothing. Under Situ Yin's horrified expression, he directly turned around and thrust his golden blade towards the black robed man's throat.
Starlight filled the sky. Every speck of starlight was spinning, bringing with it the power of death.
The expression on the black-robed man's face finally changed. The black-robed man, whose expression had never changed since he appeared, finally changed.
An extremely shocked expression appeared on his face, and there was even a trace of fear.
Boom!
The long saber chopped the black-robed man's crossed arms. In just a moment, the black-robed man's arms turned into a cloud of powder and drifted in the air.
But it was not over yet. Yang Xuan's long saber did not stop there. Accompanied by the starlight in the sky, it slashed toward the black-robed man at an even faster speed.
The black-robed man's eyes were full of shock. At the critical moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared under the long saber.
Without any pause, the long saber went straight down the neck and into the body of Situ Yin, who suddenly blocked in front of him. It went all the way to the heart before it stopped.
There was no blood flowing out. It seemed that the long saber had not cut a living person, but a corpse.
The black-robed man who had lost his arms quickly retreated. He only stopped when he was more than ten feet away from Yang Xuan.
"How did you know that I was the real Situ Yin?" The black-robed man's mouth, which had never moved, finally opened and let out a hoarse, ear-piercing voice.
Yang Xuan let go of the long saber. The golden long saber turned into specks of starlight and drifted in the air. In the next moment, the body in front of him that was almost cut in half fell backward. However, before it could touch the ground, it had already disintegrated and melted. When it fell to the ground, only white bones were left.
A dense black shadow was emitted from the bones of the corpse puppet. Of course, Yang Xuan would not let it go. He urged the black pearl in his body to absorb this hard-earned Soul Power.
The black shadow was instantly absorbed by Yang Xuan. Situ Yin's face, which looked like a thousand-year-old zombie, flushed unnaturally for the first time. Then, he spat out a mouthful of pus and blood, and his spirit quickly weakened.
He spoke again, his eyes cold and filled with killing intent. "Bai Qi, how did you know that this was my real body?"
Yang Xuan smiled and said, "I guessed blindly!"
Anger appeared in Situ Yin's eyes, but it soon dissipated. Then, he let out a cold laugh filled with killing intent. "Good, good, good. Since I, Situ Yin, entered the Dao, this is the first time someone could see through my real body. It's also the first time someone could destroy my corpse puppet. Good, good, good. Bai Qi, you're very good."
Although he was praising, his voice was incomparably cold. It was like a poisonous snake hidden in the darkness, and could deliver a fatal blow at any moment.
Yang Xuan looked at him coldly. He did not say anything, but he secretly cried out in his heart that he was lucky.
Situ Yin's disguise was actually very good. In the beginning, Yang Xuan was almost fooled, thinking that the one who appeared later was the real body. However, one should not forget that he had the black pearl in his body, and the black pearl had almost become the nemesis of the Sacred Mountain.
It was the fluctuation of the black pearl that reminded him, letting him know that the person who looked like a corpse before was the real Situ Yin.
He could not help but sigh in his heart. The cultivation methods of the Sacred Mountain were really too strange. Situ Yin's real strength was only about the same as Han Zhibei's, but when combined with the corpse puppet, it was very easy to be tricked.
"Bai Qi, we'll meet again someday!" Situ Yin's face was incomparably cold, and then his body began to fade.
Yang Xuan naturally would not let him go so easily. In an instant, several flaming flying swords appeared beside him, and then directly flew towards Situ Yin.
The flying swords streaked across the void, bringing with them a long flaming tail. They swept past Situ Yin's body and stabbed into the open space behind him.
Situ Yin's face that was about to disappear seemed to have a mocking expression, and then strangely disappeared just like that.
Yang Xuan felt a headache coming on. Even now, he was still at his wit's end against this strange escape technique of the Sacred Mountain. Unable to break it, he could only watch as Situ Yin disappeared.
When the flaming flying swords disappeared, Yang Xuan took a deep breath.
Although he was not able to completely kill Situ Yin, his harvest was not small.
The soul power he obtained from Situ Yin's corpse puppet was actually more than the soul power he obtained from killing so many spirit beasts. Moreover, Situ Yin left in a hurry, and did not have time to take back the Soul Suppressing Stone, which instead benefited Yang Xuan.
However, the Soul Suppressing Stone only contained the soul of the Venerable Realm spirit beast, and there were no other souls, which disappointed Yang Xuan.
However, it was already good enough. It could be considered a big harvest.
Yang Xuan scanned the black pearl in his body. After absorbing so much soul power, the black pearl was still unable to feed back soul power, which disappointed him greatly.
He had a strange feeling that the black pearl's appetite was getting bigger and bigger.
However, Situ Yin's appearance also reminded Yang Xuan that if he wanted to quickly increase his soul power, killing spirit beasts was only one aspect. More importantly, he had to find more disciples of the Sacred Mountain to kill.
This time, Situ Yin would definitely not be the only one from the Sacred Mountain to enter the Forgotten Land. He believed that after killing a few more disciples of the Sacred Mountain, his soul power would increase again.
Perhaps even the Sacred Mountain would not have thought that someone would dare to treat them as prey.
Slightly relieved, Yang Xuan was just about to step forward and dig out the Venerable Realm spirit beast's inner core when he was suddenly stunned.
In his Divine Sense, a few figures were flying over at an extremely fast speed.
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