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Until now, he was still shaking all over.
That kind of mourning and despair still hurts my heart when I think about it now.
After being stunned for a long time, he gradually regained his composure and thought to himself, knowing that this unexpected incident must be related to the immortal's martial arts performance.
In the dark, he seemed to be touching something, a mysterious and mysterious feeling that spanned between his soul. It was so engraved and clear, but there was a thin film between it, making it elusive and out of reach. .
This mysterious feeling made Xu Yi extremely excited. He knew that he was just one step away from comprehending the sadness in the realm of life and death.
The sky was windy and the snow was blowing in formations. Xu Yi glanced at his shoulders from the corner of his eye. There was nearly half a foot of snow. Looking carefully, he realized that his whole body was almost covered with a snowman.
The Blood River Flag also stopped struggling and looked closely. The small red flag had turned into darkness. In the center of the flag, there was a bloody skull lying quietly on the snow, unstained by the snow.
Looking at it at a glance, even with Xu Yi's strong soul, he couldn't help but chatter his teeth.
After untying the dragon rope and having a thought, he put the penetrating thing into the Sumeru Ring. The "full" Blood River Flag lost his appetite, but the mourning stick still trembled.
The killings on the martial arts field continued, and a large number of ghosts were still being created. Xu Yi took out the mourning stick again.
When he walks in this world, he is like a schizophrenic patient. He can develop sincere feelings for the characters in this world.
At the same time, to strangers, he only felt like various supporting characters in a game.
This wonderful feeling not only makes him decisive in killing, but also makes him love his children. It is simply a contradictory complex. &1;&;
The mourning stick was now in his hand, but it did not produce any strange suction force, just as he expected. The Blood River Flag itself has the ability to absorb and devour ghosts, but the mourning stick only has the ability to engulf ghosts.
At this moment, the mourning stick was trembling because of the bloody killings in the martial arts arena. A large number of ghosts were created in batches, forming a strange force field, which inspired the mourning stick to devour them fiercely.
After gently stroking the mourning stick for a moment, Xu Yi put it into the Sumeru Ring, suddenly. The center of his brows heated up, and he looked intently. On the southwest and northwest peaks, there were also two people sitting cross-legged, looking towards him at the same time.
Xu Yi glanced back and then looked away. It was not unusual to think that the monks were also hiding and observing the immortals performing martial arts.
Xu Yi didn't find it strange. But they never knew how surprised the people sitting cross-legged on the two peaks in the southwest and northwest were.
Sitting on the top of the southwest peak is Zhou Daoqian. As time passes, Zhou Daoqian's demeanor becomes more and more calm, like a piece of blue rock frozen for thousands of years. It seems that the sky is falling apart and the earth is falling apart, but it is difficult for him to feel any emotion.
Xu Yi didn't recognize Zhou Daoqian, and Zhou Daoqian also didn't recognize Xu Yi, thousands of feet apart. Both sides could only feel the presence of powerful aura, and their eyesight was not even close to that.
But this did not prevent Zhou Daoqian from being surprised. More than an hour had passed since the immortal performed martial arts. He was conceited and stunning, but he only lasted two sticks of incense.
The person on the Northwest Peak will only wake up earlier than him, never later than him.
But this person woke up at this moment. If he hadn't entered meditation, this person would have arrived. But this person existed at the beginning of the Immortal's martial arts performance, which was really terrible.
Even the soul-sensing ancestor would probably have to rely on an illusion treasure at the first level of the Life and Death Realm to be able to persist for such a long time.
On the northwest peak, the snow is like a mat, and one side of the entire mountain is white. Xue Muhua is sitting cross-legged on the top of a pine tree that is more than ten feet tall. The strong wind is swaying, and the pine tree is swaying rapidly. Xue Muhua seems to be a part of the pine tree, swaying with the wind. Safe as a mountain. &1;&;
At this moment, Xue Muhua also looked in the direction of Xu Yi. The horror in his heart was like a tsunami and landslide, and his silver eyebrows trembled slightly.
Compared with Zhou Daoqian, he was very close to Xu Yi. He discovered Xu Yi early and thought that he was like himself and the man in the south, a monk who stayed away from right and wrong and quietly understood the magic of immortals.
When he woke up after holding on to two sticks of incense, there was still no movement from the other party. After observing for an hour, he almost thought that this person had never led the monument to the spiritual platform. With a bang, the realm of life and death exploded. , the abundant consciousness even stirred ripples of sadness in Xue Muhua's heart.
He realized clearly that the illusion was broken, and he was shocked. It was the soul-sensing ancestor Zhemo who was hiding here.
Xu Yi didn't have the same telepathy as others, so he naturally didn't know his situation, which had already attracted the intense attention of the two powerful men.
After detecting the presence of the two people on the southwest and northwest peaks, he turned his attention to the martial arts field. To be precise, it was the battlefield where the people of the Ming Shen Sect fought against Zhan Shen Ce.
Tired, Ming Shenzong has never been so tired before, even when he hit the liquid condensation realm and the condensation evil entered his body, he was never so tired.
For the umpteenth time, the evil spirit in the sea of qi was activated. The previous Jianjiu could only manage to shoot one sword.
The red eyes were locked on the war god Ce who was breathing like a broken bellows, and his murderous intent was still as fierce as ever.
Grief and indignation, intense grief and indignation, War God Ce has never experienced such profound grief and indignation since he was born.
It was an inexplicable strangulation. So far, he still couldn't figure out why a passerby died to trigger a killing spree.
Who gave him the courage? Ming Shenzong, Purgatory and others dared to go crazy and attack him desperately.
What's even more terrible is that War God Ce, who has always thought highly of himself, never thought that being surrounded by strong men in the liquid condensation realm would cause him so much harm. &1;&;
The battle lasted for more than an hour. In a long and intense battle, casualties were inevitable.
At this point in the war, War God Ce has become a lone man, and all four of his four condensate lackeys have been killed.
The fat man was assassinated by a man named Xu early in front of Zhang Liufeng Hall.
The old man died under the strange sword of Ming Shenzong.
Elegant scholars and cassock-clad Toutuo also fell under the sword of Ming Shenzong.
Even he and a certain person himself had been struck by Ming Shenzong's swords more than ten times. Fortunately, he had enough medicine and the wounds were not critical, otherwise he would not be alive at this moment.
Of course, War God Ce's talent and combat prowess are not in vain.
At this point in the frenzied battle, the Ming Shen Sect side also suffered heavy casualties. With the help of the four congealed black clothes brought by individuals, they all fell under the divine dragon halberd.
As the battle continued, especially those on our side were all killed by the mysterious "Sword Nine" of the Ming Shen Sect who only attacked but did not defend.
War God Ce realized that the Divine Dragon Halberd alone might not be able to defeat everyone. In the realm of condensation, weapons often become a burden. Compared with the evil energy generated by the flesh palm, the Divine Dragon Halberd is strong and unpleasant.
When the strong fight for victory and the attack force is sufficient, the pursuit of speed is the ultimate.
From the moment War God Ce put away the Dragon Halberd, the balance of war suddenly tilted. Ming Shenzong and others fully realized the terror of this young master of War Sect.
Every move of this person is both offensive and defensive, which is extremely wonderful. What is even more terrifying is that this person is like an infinite sea, with endless true energy and evil energy.
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