Among the five Immortal Realms, except for the Northern Immortal Realm, those who kill too many will be suppressed after entering the Immortal Realm.
Su Ruowan opened her eyes, her brows filled with coldness.
"It doesn't matter, just remove the blood and energy."
In the fairy world, Shura Dao is called an alien.
She can turn away her blood and enter Shura later.
Ye Huaixin was stunned for a moment after hearing this.
"Can the blood energy still be dissolved?"
Su Ruowan nodded,
"OK."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the woman holding a sandalwood Buddha bead in her hand, and a faint golden light began to surround her body.
Ye Huaixin: "???"
Just now I fell into Shura, just like the God of Killing, now I am starting to practice the Buddhist Pure Heart Mantra? ! !
Are you kidding me? !
After hearing this, Shang Shixu fell into trance under the tree and began to regulate the blood and energy in his body.
He just killed a few more people, but he didn't want to enter the Asura path yet.
Ye Huaixin looked at the two people who entered meditation one after another, and was extremely speechless for a moment.
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What a perversion is this!
On the road to exile in the Northern Immortal Realm, Song Qingyun fed Xinglan well, then handed him a bottle of spiritual spring water and asked him to drink it and sleep for a while.
But the little boy was still wary of the surrounding environment and could not rest peacefully.
Sang Luo also noticed Xinglan's uneasiness, but did not persuade him.
The environment he has lived in since he was a child is too difficult, and it is normal for him to be unable to let down his guard at this moment.
"If you can't sleep, let's practice sword practice."
Sang Luo said.
Xinglan was stunned for a moment.
Sang Luo looked at him, his voice was very soft,
"Practice the Changli Sword Art I gave you last time, the first and third forms."
So the little boy stood up, held the long sword in his hand, and started practicing each move.
Zhang Jianting leaned against the tree trunk and looked at Xinglan,
"This little guy is panicking and is not in the right state."
Sang Luo glanced at him,
"If it were you, I'm afraid you would be more panicked than him."
Zhang Jianting grinned after hearing this.
"Then you don't know me well enough."
They are all immortals, but he is only in the Qi refining period, but his mind will be more peaceful.
"Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes."
In such a large killing field, if he is the easiest to die, then there is nothing to be afraid of.
Because the worst outcome is death, it is better to deal with it calmly and survive in death.
His words were neither loud nor quiet, but they were just enough to reach the young boy's ears.
A word to wake up the dreamer.
Then the sword moved freely, and the little boy gradually became better.
And Sang Luo watched his movements, a faint smile overflowed from the corner of his lips,
"This little guy has a really good understanding."
One word makes it clear, and since he can understand clearly, this young disciple is at least not stupid.
The night was as dark as ink, and the breeze blew by, making the leaves in the ancient forest rustle.
There is no day in the Path of Exile, only eternal night.
This bonfire is the only light in this place.
Sang Luo and Zhang Jianting leaned against the tree trunk, closed their eyes and adjusted their breath, but their consciousness had already dispersed into the distance.
They have been walking on this road for a long time and there is no way to reach the end.
Then maybe this road has no end in the first place, it is just a deception.
If you want to get out, you have to break this blindness.
Song Qingyun sat on the ground and added some firewood to the campfire from time to time.
He knew that his senior sister and Zhang Jianting were looking for a way out, so he quietly did not disturb them.
Xinglan is still practicing his sword. After this period of time, he seems to have become more proficient in his sword moves. At least, he has become very proficient in the first move of the Changli Sword Technique.
Suddenly, a groan came from the grass.
(End of chapter)
