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Southern barbarian.
In the sky above the Dou Palace, two figures, one golden and one black, were fighting fiercely, and the aftermath of the terrifying power shook the sky.
"Hundred Battle Fist!"
The Dou Zhan Emperor punched out with a fierce fighting spirit, shattering the space.
The opponent in the battle against the Emperor was a skinny man with a gray face and looked like he was about to die soon.
I saw this thin man slapping his palm and easily receiving the punch from Emperor Douzhan. He said with a slightly provocative tone: "The fist is indeed very hard, but the brain is a bit weak."
Emperor Douzhan cursed: "Asshole!"
The thin man's pupils suddenly became distorted, and Emperor Dou Zhan felt a sense of dizziness in his brain and his consciousness became blurred.
broken!
The Dou Zhan Emperor suddenly woke up and suddenly realized that he had been hit by the opponent's mental attack. Unfortunately, he reacted a little too late.
The skinny man's leg, which was so thin that there was almost no bones left, hit the Douzhan Emperor's chest hard, erupting with a powerful force that was completely incompatible with his size. The Douzhan Emperor fell like a meteorite, directly hitting the Douzhan. A huge hole was smashed out of the roof of the Dou Hall.
Emperor Douzhan slowly got up from the ground and looked at the thin man in disbelief: "Half Immortal..."
It was unmistakable. This thin man's cultivation level was one level higher than mine, and he was undoubtedly a semi-immortal.
Looking at the embarrassed fighting emperor, the thin man said feebly: "I am one of the generals under Lord Mo Tao, Ying Huan."
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Northern Xinjiang.
Mountain of the Dead.
At this time, the Mountain of the Undead was busy with monsters. Thousands of coffins were suspended in the mid-air of the Mountain of the Undead. The leader was the leader of the zombie clan in the northern Xinjiang, the general of the Corpse King.
In addition to these coffins, the Queen of the Dead was also there. She brought all the main elites of the Dead to the Mountain of the Dead.
The strange thing is that the corpse tribe and the dead tribe did not fight, but stood together. The two tribes seemed to have united and reached a united front. This scene was impossible to happen before.
Opposite the corpse tribe and the dead tribe were a dark mass of demon warriors, extremely large in number, led by two little girls who were only about eight or nine years old. Judging from their appearance, they should be twins.
The two little girls were obviously at their most innocent age, but they had scarlet eyes and long white beast fangs. One had a brown horn on her head, and the other had skull wings on her back.
These are obviously two little witches.
The little witch with a brown horn looked at the coalition of zombies and dead tribes and said: "Dead tribes and zombie tribes... speaking of it, you should have some connection with Lord Mo La."
The general's deep and hoarse voice came from the coffin: "Leave Northern Xinjiang without any further investigation."
The little witch with skeleton wings on her back said: "Don't worry, it's not just you in the north. Relax, relax."
The Queen of the Dead said: "I thought Yi Lu was so amazing, but they are just two supreme peaks. Who is not?"
The cultivation levels of the two little witches are both at the highest peak.
Due to the significant increase in the true energy of the five parties in the world, both the general and the queen of the dead have also been promoted to the supreme peak.
From the perspective of cultivation, there seems to be no difference between the two parties.
"Are you so proud?"
The two twin little witches looked at each other, with strange smiles on their faces. They saw their delicate little hands holding each other. A black magic circle appeared at the feet of the twin little witches, and the gloomy black energy enveloped the two. together.
The black air was thick, but in the haze the two figures seemed to merge into one.
When the black energy dissipated, there was only a slim witch with a single horn and two wings on her back.
Apparently the two of them merged through some secret method, and their combined cultivation actually reached the semi-immortal realm!
The witch glanced between the corpse king's generals and the dead queen: "Are you still proud now?"
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Middle Earth.
Two old sows in the pigsty were eating swill mixed with leftovers, making gurgling sounds. Junlin Yisheng put on a pair of coarse cloth clothes, rolled up her sleeves, and was cleaning the manure in the pigsty.
This is what she has been doing these days.
"Dong dong dong."
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Who?"
Junlin Yisheng asked loudly.
"Dong dong dong."
There was no response, just another knock on the door.
Junlin Yisheng frowned, thinking that Wang Mazi from the village might have come to see him about what happened a few days ago.
Junlin Yisheng opened the door, only to find that the person who came was not Wang Mazi, but a man he had never seen before.
The man looks quite young, but he has white hair.
"Who are you?"
Junlin Yisheng looked at the white-haired man in front of her. For some reason, she felt that her soul was inexplicably throbbing.
But in Junlin Yisheng's opinion, this young man seemed to have no cultivation.
The first words out of this young man's mouth were: "I smell the breath of a strong man."
Um?
Jun Lin Yisheng's pupils shrank slightly and he subconsciously took a step back.
This sentence convinced her that the young man in front of her was no ordinary person, he was definitely a cultivator, and he was an extremely powerful man that even she could not see through.
The young man glanced at Junlin Yisheng, shook his head and said, "Little Golden Pill? You are too weak. You are not what I am looking for."
Junlin Yisheng tensed up, ready to take action at any time, and reminded with a warning: "Leave here, this is just an ordinary village, there is nothing valuable."
The young man said: "Get out of the way, I'm here to find someone. There is a strong guy here."
Junlin Yisheng not only did not retreat, but instead took a step forward and said: "We are all mortals living here. If you want to take action here, it will affect them."
The young man glanced at Junlin Yisheng, as if he didn't want to talk nonsense with this little ant. He grabbed his hand into the air, and Junlin Yisheng's body was lifted up out of thin air by him.
"..."
Jun Lin Yisheng covered her neck with both hands. It seemed as if a pair of invisible hands pinched her neck, almost suffocating her, but she was completely powerless to resist.
too strong!
"Fellow Taoist, don't do anything to my lovely beautiful apprentice. I will feel bad if you hurt her."
