Now it’s developed!
As soon as he entered the chaos, he arrived at Zhan Wuji's side!
As soon as he thought of this, "Fu Qiong" immediately said: "Zhan Wuji, how are you doing over there?"
Zhan Wuji's clone still maintained its original expression and posture, showing no movement.
"Fuqiong" frowned, and then he realized that something was wrong with Zhan Wuji!
This is a body with only rules and no will!
He was shocked. Zhan Wuji was at the 81st level. How could this happen? !
"Fu Qiong" was thinking as he released his spiritual consciousness and swept around.
However, just when his consciousness was ten meters away from Zhan Wuji, a burning pain instantly spread from his brain!
"Fuqiong" immediately pulled out his consciousness. His momentum fluctuated like the tide. After a long time, he finally took a breath, but he was still injured by the true flames of the sun!
His face darkened, and a figure that looked similar to him appeared next to him in an instant.
This is a clone that is exactly the same as him, with the same breath and the same movements...
Immediately, with the thought of "Fu Qiong", the clone immediately activated its escape technique and flew away into the distance.
However, when this clone was still more than ten meters away from Zhan Wuji, it instantly turned into black powder. It had no power to resist and turned into flying ash in an instant!
Before a ball of ashes could fall to the ground, it was burned away by the fire of the sun, leaving nothing behind.
When "Fu Qiong" saw this, his expression changed slightly. He suddenly realized that no matter whether Zhan Wuji was okay or not, once he got out of the ten-meter range of this junior, he would definitely die!
It's not that someone is taking action against them, but with his current cultivation level, he can't resist the scorching sun in the sky!
No wonder!
It's not like it hasn't happened before. Once you enter, you will be the same.
They all felt that this time, it might be more dangerous than bad.
But all this happened during the day!
This ancient war was far more dangerous than he expected!
As soon as he thought of this, "Fuqiong" immediately whispered: "Zisai, Zisai."
After calling "Zi Sai" more than ten times in a row, "Fuqiong" felt that the surroundings were quiet, leaving only the whistling yellow sand. There was no reaction, and his expression suddenly became serious.
Judging from the current situation, he is not sure who is still alive over the years, but what is certain is that two people are definitely still alive!
One of them is Zhan Wuji.
This is the starting point of this immortal road. Once he dies, the game is lost.
That is death!
Another thing is the status of "Zi Sai" in Yanxi City.
This is the last Mahayana to come in before him.
Since "Purple Sai" entered the chessboard, the chessboard has never been touched again.
Therefore, Su Zhentian's "Mo Gei" and Wu Shi Villa's "Yili", who entered the chess game one step ahead of "Zi Sai", may be dead, but "Zi Sai" is definitely not dead!
However, he called out 'Sir', but he didn't get any response.
Is it because "Zi Sai" is in trouble and can't answer?
In other words, he simply has no ability to react?
"Fuqiong" continued: "Yes, yes, yes."
He shouted the word "disaster" several times in succession, but "Fu Qiong" had no response.
He thought for a while, Zhan Wuji and "Zi Sai" must still be alive, and "Misfortune" has the highest probability of survival among all the Mahayana realms!
One day ago, Han An Sword Sect "Ying Yan", Tiansheng Sect "Ju Yu", Qing Yaoshan "Xiu She" and others took action one after another, but they were all killed!
Only the word "disaster", because of his relationship with Zhan Wuji, prevented the white chess piece from dying again in this game.
In fact, the reason why he got involved was because he had learned from the past.
Nowadays, whether it is "Purple Stop" or "Disaster", there is no response.
"Fuqiong" felt something in his heart and immediately whispered: "Panshi, Panshi."
After shouting more than ten times in a row, "Fu Qiong" was about to stop when he heard a rather familiar voice coming into his ears: "What's the matter?"
The person who spoke was none other than "Yingyan" of the Han An Sword Sect!
"Fuqiong" fell silent and did not answer.
But "Fuqiong" didn't answer, and "Yingyan"'s words rang in his ears, getting louder and louder, "What do you want me to do?"
"Is there a problem?"
"Look for me..." Chen Zhao looked at the scene in front of him.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"what happened?"
The sound waves seemed to have a physical form, echoing in Fu Qiong's ears. With him and Zhan Wuji as the core, sandstorms roared out on the desert, sweeping in all directions.
Chaos, coldness, evil, and evil power seemed to pour down from nothingness, impacting Fu Qiong's body.
"Fu Qiong"'s face turned a little pale. He just stood next to Zhan Wuji. The expression on his face did not fluctuate at all, but streams of blood flowed out of his ears.
After a while, gravel fell like a rainstorm.
Among the rustling sounds, the sound of "hanging on the rock" gradually subsided.
"Fu Qiong" got a chance to breathe, and his face was ashen.
The Han An Sword Sect "Yingyan", the Tiansheng Sect "Ju Yu", and the Qing Yaoshan "Xiu Snake" all died here!
A dead creature could actually respond to his call. The power was so powerful that as a Mahayana practitioner, I was almost unable to resist!
The person who answered him before was not "Yingyan", this was clearly a terrible fake god!
"You can't travel during the day."
"Don't answer other people's words casually..."
"At the moment, there are only these two things."
With this thought, "Fuqiong" used several methods one after another to explore other restrictions in the ancient world.
However, there is no exception. All attacks, once they come within ten meters of Zhan Wuji, will be immediately burned by the fire of the sun.
Not long after, "Fu Qiong" stopped attacking, hid all his power, and stood quietly beside Zhan Wuji.
The only thing he could do now was to wait until nightfall.
Or, wait until Zhan Wuji recovers.
There was nothing he could do but this.
In the gray space, Zhan Wuji's clothes were flying in the wind.
In front of him, there was a road that was extremely dim and seemed to disappear at any time, rushing towards him.
As the breath of life surged, ten bright suns flew back from the passage with their scorching breath.
The ten suns roared behind Zhan Wuji and returned to his sea of consciousness.
In his mind, the big tree swayed gently, its leaves swaying, carrying ten suns. The green jade leaves suddenly swelled and became thicker.
At the same time, Zhan Wuji felt that his basic cultivation had improved to another level!
A stream of pure cyan air rose from behind him and shot straight into the sky, carrying Cui Wei's sword intention, which seemed to be able to cut off all living things.
At this moment, Zhan Wuji's soul felt as if he were ecstatic. Although he had not ascended yet, his Tao body and soul were not mortal.
