Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

The next moment, her slender waist twisted suddenly like a water snake, and her whole body sank into the clear pool of water in an instant without making much splash!

Han Ce's eyes narrowed, and he didn't dare to delay. He pressed his metal right arm down suddenly!

"Mysterious Water Soul Binding Formation, activate!"

Om-!

With Han Ce as the center, countless complex azure patterns suddenly lit up under the pool!

Countless translucent blue chains made of pure water spiritual power shot out from the bottom of the water like a group of snakes coming out of a cave, and instantly coiled around the place where the butterfly disappeared!

However, the speed of the butterfly is beyond imagination!

At the moment the chains closed, she broke out of the water, her figure like a ghost, and brought up a column of water into the sky!

Two purple-tipped hooks danced in her hands like flying, with purple light flickering on the hook blades, drawing strange arcs!

"Chichichichi——!"

Those tough spiritual chains broke and dissipated quickly as if they were corroded the moment they came into contact with the purple light!

Butterfly broke through layers of restraints, with a wild and weird smile on her face. She crossed her two hooks and screamed shrilly, going straight for Han Ce's throat and heart!

"Old thing, come and die for me!"

……

Completely different from the life-and-death fights on several other battlefields, Hu Qing and Gu Yang were teleported to an extremely strange space.

Under my feet was a mirror-smooth, boundless surface, clearly reflecting the equally empty, cloudless sky above.

The only source of light came from nowhere, emitting a constant, unsettling, dim glow.

This space is neither bright nor completely dark, as if time has come to a standstill here.

When Yang Li's figure appeared silently not far in front of them, Hu Qing and Gu Yang instantly tensed their muscles, their spiritual power surged, and they entered a state of maximum alert.

Facing this unfathomable young master of the Duanchen peak, they couldn't help but be nervous.

However, to their surprise, Yang Li did not take action immediately.

He even waved his hand casually, then sat cross-legged on the smooth mirror without any airs and very naturally.

That posture didn't look like they were enemies fighting to the death, but rather like they were preparing to chat with an old friend.

"Relax," Yang Li's face, whose eyes were covered by a black belt, showed no emotion. His voice was still cold, but lacked some murderous intent.

"Don't think about fighting and killing every day. This is a rare opportunity, why don't you chat?"

Hu Qing and Gu Yang looked at each other, completely unable to figure out what this young demon master was up to.

They exchanged a vigilant look, neither letting down their guard nor making any rash moves. They just looked at Yang Li silently, waiting for what would happen next.

The mirror-smooth ground stretches infinitely, as if the whole world is contained in a giant mirror.

Seeing Hu Qing and the other man standing there in a daze, Yang Li pouted and said:

"What? Do you still want me to ask you to sit down? The floor is not dirty."

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he was completely different from the cold and aloof young demon master outside the formation.

At this moment, he seemed to have unloaded a huge burden, and even his words were casual and nonchalant.

Hu Qing stared at him for a moment, suddenly grinned, and sat down on the ground without any hesitation.

He even leaned back wantonly, supporting his body with his arms, and looked up at the sky that was shrouded in the formation but still clear.

This action looked particularly strange in the reflection - the two Hu Qings were looking at each other in completely symmetrical postures.

Gu Yang hesitated for a moment, but finally sat down, but he kept his back straight and maintained a vigilant posture ready to attack at any time.

Everyone's reflection is clearly reflected under their feet, forming a perfect symmetry with their real figure.

The sky above is equally heart-wrenchingly vast, without a trace of clouds, only pure orange, reflecting the mirror-like earth, making it impossible to distinguish the boundary between heaven and earth.

"You are the young master of the alien demons, and we are the human race. Now there is a dispute over the holy weapon. It seems that there is nothing to talk about." Hu Qing's voice was calm, and his eyes were still fixed on the sky.

His voice echoed in the empty mirror world, producing a subtle echo.

Yang Li chuckled when he heard that, and imitated Hu Qing, supporting himself with his hands and half lying on the ground.

In the reflection of the mirror, the two Yang Lis curled up their lips at the same time.

"Don't keep yelling at us, we have a name. Remember, we are the Salary Clan."

He paused, and a hint of sadness suddenly appeared in his tone.

"As for the holy artifact, I didn't want it originally, but the old man really liked it. He wanted to find a way and do something for him, so I couldn't refuse."

The word "salary tribe" echoed in Hu Qing and Gu Yang's minds, and they silently chewed on this name they had never heard of before.

Gu Yang frowned and thought for a while, but he couldn't help himself:

"Since you don't want to, then just return the holy artifact and go back to your old man and tell him that the mission has failed."

"Tsk," Yang Li smacked his lips, "Humans really do have wild imaginations.

I worked so hard to get it, how can I just give it back so easily? If I give it back to you, it would be really hard to explain. "

"So, what do you want to talk about? Fight or talk, don't delay."

Hu Qing finally withdrew his gaze from the sky and turned to look directly at Yang Li.

He was concerned about the safety of Elder Han and the others, and his tone couldn't help but be a little anxious.

Yang Li was silent for a moment, and the air around him seemed to freeze with his silence.

"You can't get out," he finally said in a low voice, "This is a fatal chess game, and each space on the chessboard is independent.

Only in this way can I chat with you boldly."

"What do you mean you can't get out? Isn't this the formation you activated?" Gu Yang couldn't help but ask, his fingers unconsciously clenching the corner of his clothes.

A trace of apology flashed across Yang Li's face: "There are only two ways to get out of this chess game.

The first is that there is a winner in each space, that is, killing the enemy, and the death chess is automatically released;

The second is that the formation master who controls the formation will automatically cancel it."

Hearing the words "kill the enemy", Hu Qing's heart sank suddenly:

"Didn't you create this formation? Then why don't you just dismantle it?"

Yang Li raised his head and his eyes met Hu Qing's: "This formation is too huge, I can't handle it alone.

Ye is the second controller. Now only if he dies or the formation is lifted can I remove it."

Hu Qing and Gu Yang felt dizzy at the same time and rubbed their swollen temples weakly.

Gu Yang resisted the urge to curse and asked, suppressing his anger: "Is there no other way?"

"No, there are only these two ways." Yang Li answered firmly, and then seemed to suddenly remember something and added.

"And when choosing the enemy just now, Ye chose your seriously injured man. I think his name was something, something like Commander."

Gu Yang's fists suddenly clenched, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

He silently prayed in his heart that Commander Li Yan could escape danger, and at the same time, he hated these demons who called themselves "Xin Clan" even more.