Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

The mist in the Valley of Broken Souls is a green that has a slightly fishy, ​​sweet smell.

The soil underfoot was soft and mushy; when you stepped on it, you could squeeze out black sap.

Occasionally, you might step on a few broken bones left by some unknown animal.

It made a crisp "crack" sound, which sounded particularly eerie in the deathly silent valley.

Chen Xuan walked at the very front.

He carried the broken sword in his hand, and his black robe looked somewhat thin in the miasma.

But not a single wisp of mist could get close to him within three feet.

An invisible sword intent, like a transparent dome.

They protected him, along with the twenty-odd trembling disciples of the Chen family behind him, all inside.

"Tsk, what a lousy place this is."

Su Chang'an floated in mid-air, exaggeratedly covering his nose with both hands, looking utterly disgusted.

"Hey, you unfilial son, are you doing this on purpose? Why do you have to crawl through this rat hole instead of taking the proper road?"

While complaining, she didn't forget to reach out and wave her hand above Chen Xuan's head, as if to help him shoo away those non-existent flies.

Chen Xuan ignored her.

His gaze remained fixed on the swirling fog ahead, his steps steady, each step measured as if it had been measured with a ruler.

"Hey, I'm talking to you."

Seeing that he was ignoring him, Su Chang'an became even more enthusiastic.

She floated in front of Chen Xuan, flying backwards, her stunningly beautiful face almost touching his nose.

"Look at those newbies behind you, their faces are all green with fear. You're acting like a Taoist priest leading corpses, you have no human compassion at all."

Chen Xuan's eyelid twitched.

Humanistic care?

How can you talk about humanistic care in a place that devours people without spitting out the bones?

"Shut up."

He replied coldly to himself.

"If you don't like the smell, go back to your sea of ​​consciousness."

"No way!" Su Chang'an refused righteously. "It's pitch black inside, nothing like the lively atmosphere outside. Besides, I have to keep an eye on you. What if some wicked vixen bewitches you?"

Chen Xuan was too lazy to waste any more words on this drama queen.

He stopped and raised his hand.

Chen Fan and the others following behind immediately stopped as if frozen in place, gripping their weapons tightly and not daring to breathe.

"What's wrong, Brother Chen Xuan?" Chen Fan asked nervously, lowering his voice.

Chen Xuan remained silent.

He squinted, looking at the narrow pass ahead.

The originally thick, impenetrable green miasma suddenly seemed to be stirred up by a giant hand.

Followed by.

A blinding golden light tore through the mist without warning.

The light was so bright that it was like a small sun suddenly rising in the dark and damp valley, making one's eyes hurt.

The Chen family's collateral disciples instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes.

Once their eyes adjusted to the light and they could see the scene before them clearly, their faces turned deathly pale.

A group of people stood at the pass.

They were all clad in uniform golden armor, even the spears in their hands were plated with gold, gleaming in the miasma.

The young man at the head of the group, dressed in a gold-embroidered jade robe and wearing a purple-gold crown, was playing with two golden beads in his hands and looking at them with a mocking expression.

This person's appearance bears a striking resemblance to Ji Wushuang, the divine son of the Ji family, whom I had seen on the warship before.

It just lacked some of its domineering aura and gained more of its femininity and harshness.

"Ji... Ji Wuxie!"

Chen Fan gasped, his voice trembling.

This is the second young master of the Ji family, Ji Wushuang's younger brother.

Although his talent wasn't as extraordinary as his brother's, he was still a genuine expert in the early stage of the Transformation Realm. Moreover, relying on the power of the Ji family, he was used to running rampant in the Central Plains and was a notorious ruthless character.

"Oh, who do we have here?"

Ji Wuxie twirled the golden beads in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the Chen family group before finally settling on Chen Xuan at the front.

That look in his eyes was like looking at a bunch of rats crawling out of a garbage dump.

"So you're from a collateral branch of the Chen family."

Ji Wuxie chuckled, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips. "What? Too scared to take the main road, trying to sneak through this dog hole to pick up scraps?"

The Ji family guards behind him also burst into laughter.

Chen Fan and the others blushed, but no one dared to utter a sound.

In this world where strength reigns supreme, even breathing is wrong for the weak.

Moreover, the other party is a direct descendant of the Ji family, an imperial clan in the Central Continent.

Chen Xuan remained expressionless.

He acted as if he hadn't heard the taunts, merely glancing indifferently at Ji Wuxie before turning his head to Chen Fan behind him and saying:

"Go around it."

His voice was calm, devoid of any emotion.

This is the outer edge of the secret realm. Fighting with this kind of person is a waste of time and spiritual energy.

Chen Fan was taken aback for a moment, then felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and quickly nodded: "Yes! Yes! Everyone follow, we'll take a detour!"

As he spoke, he was about to lead the people into the pile of rocks next to them.

"Wait a minute."

Ji Wuxie's voice suddenly rose several octaves.

He flashed forward and stood directly in front of Chen Xuan.

His golden spiritual power erupted suddenly, forcing the surrounding miasma back several feet.

"Did I say you could leave?"

Ji Wuxie tilted her head, looking at Chen Xuan with malice almost overflowing in her eyes.

"You bunch of collateral relatives of the Chen family think you can just leave without even saying hello after seeing me?"

He held up one finger and pointed to the ground.

"Hand over all your storage bags and pills."

Ji Wuxie's smile was sinister. "Otherwise, none of you piece of trash will leave this Soul-Severing Valley alive today."

The Chen family members froze in their tracks.

A sense of despair spread through the ranks.

This is the domineering nature of the imperial family.

Even though they were both from the same imperial family, the difference in their bloodlines made them worlds apart.

Su Chang'an floated beside Chen Xuan, looking at Ji Wuxie's irritating face, and gritted his teeth in anger.

"Hey! That bastard!"

She rolled up her sleeves, though there were no sleeves to roll up at all. "You unfilial son, how can you tolerate this? He's even trying to steal your money!"

"It's bad enough that he called you trash, but he even called your sword 'crap iron'!"

Su Chang'an pointed at Ji Wuxie and frantically urged Chen Xuan in the ear, "Cut him down! Cut him to death! If anything happens, I'll cover for you!"

Chen Xuan tightened his grip on the sword slightly.

He raised his head, and his dark eyes finally looked directly at Ji Wuxie.

"Get out of the way."

Chen Xuan only said two words.

The voice was still not loud, but it carried a chilling undertone that sent shivers down one's spine.

Ji Wuxie was stunned for a moment.

He clearly hadn't expected that this legendary Chen family outcast, whose Dao heart was said to be crippled, would dare to speak to him like that.

"Good, very good."

Ji Wuxie was so angry that he laughed instead.

He suddenly raised his hand, and a golden flame instantly ignited in his palm.

That was the Ji family's unique "Golden Crow Divine Fire," which was said to be able to burn anything and was extremely domineering.

"Since you don't want to kneel, then leave your legs behind!"

Ji Wuxie grinned maliciously and struck out with his palm.

boom!

The golden flames transformed into a fire dragon, whipping up scorching waves of air that hurtled straight toward Chen Xuan's face.

The terrifyingly high temperature instantly sizzled and burned the surrounding miasma.

"Be careful!"

Chen Fan screamed in terror.

It’s over.

This was the only thought in the minds of all the Chen family disciples.

Even cultivators at the Transformation Realm would suffer greatly under the Golden Crow Divine Fire.

The guards behind Ji Wuxie crossed their arms, cruel smiles on their faces, waiting to see the arrogant Chen family brat burned to ashes.

The firelight illuminated Chen Xuan's face.

His pupils reflected the roaring fire dragon that was charging towards him.

But he did not back down.

He didn't even blink.

Encountering the Golden-Armored Guest in Broken Soul Valley

Miasma and wild smoke shroud the soul, and what hope is there for those who encounter golden armor on the road?

The madman, relying on his power, bullied the cold tribe; his raging flames burned the sky, severing the gates of death.

He laughed, pointing at the garb of the crown, finding it too glaring; then, in anger, he drew his broken sword to repay a debt of deep gratitude.

Do not say there is no way back; let us see the frost-covered blade test the supreme ruler.