Cultivation in another world (22)

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Xu Zifan and Shi Yunxuan walked around the Xuantian Sect and easily found the traces of Xu Zifan's soul chasing incense near the back mountain. They searched all the way to determine the location of the entrance to the mountain stream. It was very close to the Xuantian Sect, and the so-called most dangerous place was the safest place. No one thought that Huo Chongjun would have dared to stay near the Xuantian Sect when he almost lost his soul. It was just a hasty search and was skipped.

Xu Zifan knew that Shi Yunxuan hated Xiang Yushuang who killed Hehuan Sect and wanted to take revenge, but he still told her, "We killed Huo Chongjun and no one would care about it. But if Xiang Yushuang was killed, Hehuan Sect would be with Xuantian Sect. It is very detrimental to the Hehuan Sect to have a big feud. You see her..."

Shi Yunxuan looked at the waterfall and raised her mouth, "Don't worry, Big Brother Xu, I can make her pay for her life."

Shi Yunxuan took out a formation from the storage ring, "This is the formation of seven kills. The people trapped in it can't get out without the cultivation base of Yuan Ying's later stage. If they haven't come out for seven days, they will be attacked by unpredictable swordsmanship. Kill. The two of them are seriously wounded. Guess what Huo Chongjun would do to come out?"

Xu Zifan chuckled, "So you thought about it a long time ago, then we will stay outside for a few days."

What else can Huo Chongjun do? He will definitely **** Xiang Yushuang in order to restore his strength. This is definitely the most humiliating and painful way to die for Xiang Yushuang, and Xiang Yushuang died at the hands of Huo Chongjun. The Xuantian faction has no reason to be an enemy of Hehuan Sect. . Although by doing this, Huo Chongjun's strength will be restored, and it will be much more difficult for them to fight, but if this allows Shi Yunxuan to take revenge, it will be troublesome.

Xu Zifan went to the entrance of the cave to open the formation. Huo Chongjun had not recovered yet, and he did not find him at all. When he found out that he was in the formation, it was too late, and even the soul could not escape!

Huo Chongjun tried to break into the formation, looking for the eyes of the formation, and Xiang Yushuang also helped, but the two were not proficient in the formation. This was another seven-kill formation, and there was no way. Xiang Yushuang shouted to the outside: "Father, isn't it you? Father? Chong Jun knew it was wrong, and I also knew it was wrong. You forgave us, father?"

Huo Chongjun's face was gloomy after discovering that it was the formation of seven kills. After yelling to Yushuang for half an hour, no one responded. He shouted: "Xiang Wentian, you are not dead. If you don't remove the formation, I will kill. Your daughter!"

"Chongjun!" Xiang Yushuang stared at him in shock, but Huo Chongjun didn't even give her a look, and slapped her with a palm.

Xiang Yushuang screamed and hit the mountain wall. Huo Chongjun continued: "Have you heard? Do you want your daughter to die?"

Xiang Yushuang's face was full of tears, already knowing that Huo Chongjun's sweet words were all deceiving her. She stared at Huo Chongjun resentfully, rushed to attack him, and was kicked out by Huo Chongjun, "Xiang Wentian! You are not Xiang Wentian? Who are you? As long as you let me go, I will give you whatever you want."

No matter how Huo Chongjun shouted, Xu Zifan and Shi Yunxuan did not respond. Xu Zifan set up a barrier, and others could not hear what they shouted. Shi Yunxuan also roasted the tender monster legs, set a table of spirit fruit, spirit wine and Xu Zifan to enjoy in front of the mountain stream. She has always held grudges, and Xiang Yushuang killed her senior uncle and two junior sisters, and she would not relent in how miserable she was. What's more, Xiang Yushuang and Huo Chongjun just asked for it themselves.

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