Pei Xihe and Helian Jiucheng have been practicing together for nearly twenty years. They have a friendship that they can rely on each other, so she can't help but worry about it.
In the Time Array, the fox took the lead to get a glimpse of the possible future. The scene in the scene made Helian Jiucheng confused and almost went crazy.
Perhaps he has seen the cruel truth of what happened to his clan, so how much does he know now?
What does the four-character motto "Save Tianxuzhou" left to the fox mean?
Pei Xihe closed his eyes and suppressed the doubts tumbling in his heart. And who will spend all the effort and risk the backlash to set up the big formation?
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Han's residence.
As Han Shuge's life fell, several cultivators sitting on the high platform opened their eyes in an instant.
Han Chengyu was meditating, but he was suddenly frightened and had a bad premonition.
He flipped his hands and took out a jade plaque from the boundary stone. It was carved from suet-fat white jade with excellent jade quality. The rectangular plaque had the word "Song" engraved on it, but it looked dim at the moment. , there are seven or eight cracks extending from the word "song" in the center.
"Young Master, are you dead?!"
The aura of Mahayana in his body was not suppressed, and in a daze, as he became angry, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth fluctuated and transformed into the roar of a crocodile dragon.
Beside him, there were two late-stage Mahayana practitioners who woke up from meditation one after another. Their expressions changed drastically when they looked at the broken jade tablet.
"Now that the young master is dead, we will be severely punished when we return to the clan."
"I have long said that we should at least send one or two Mahayana escorts, but the young master refused."
"So what if it's the young master's own fault? We can't escape his wrath even when we return to the clan."
Han Guang and Han Xiyu looked at each other with extremely ugly expressions.
Han Guang pondered for a moment, with anger in his eyes: "It must be the Taishang clan. A few days ago, the young master ordered nine Mahayana men to surround and kill the three Taishangs. Their clan has always protected their shortcomings."
Han Xiyu's face was condensed, and his beautiful eyebrows were raised, with a look of dissatisfaction: "Young master is young and energetic after all. He doesn't listen to our advice. If something happens like this, he will hurt us."
In fact, they are not young anymore, and their strength is in the late Mahayana stage. They only came to the holy and demonic world to protect the real core disciples of the Han family. In terms of talent and status, they are far inferior to Han Shuge, so they can only listen to his orders.
The Mahayana realm seems to be the pinnacle of strength among the monks here, but it is nothing among the Han clan. After all, the cultivation environment of the Immortal Realm and the resources provided by the Han clan make it easy for those with average talents to reach the Fusion realm.
Han Chengyu's brows were icy, and he spat out a foul breath: "If you want to escape punishment, you can only find a way to kill a member of the Taishang clan, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with him."
Han Xiyu's beautiful eyebrows were furrowed, and she knew that this was not the time to pass all the blame on Han Shuge. They had to find a way to solve the problem, otherwise the punishment of returning to the clan would be to make people live without wishing for death.
Han Guang's temper was even more violent. He was tall and tall, a big man in his thirties or forties. The horned dragon-like muscles on his arms were tense, and there was a loud banging sound when he punched the air.
"Nine Mahayana monks were defeated so miserably when we tried to deal with them. Now we all deduce that they must have gathered together. Is there any way to kill one of them?"
"It would be a mercy if they don't come to surround us now."
The Taishang and several people are all extremely talented and have terrifying combat power. The remaining Mahayana cultivators of the Han family are scattered all over the country, and there are only thirteen people left in total.
Han Xiyu laughed, his eyebrows full of charm and charm.
"If you want to kill people, you don't necessarily need to fight. We might as well use tricks to lure them and use our strength to fight. Otherwise, if you and I don't fight this, how will we return to the clan to explain. Although you and I are not top-notch in talent, if we practice step by step, Are you willing to be punished if you become a celestial being or worry-free?"
Han Guang and Han Chengyu looked at each other and saw the unwillingness in each other's eyes.
Han Chengyu said: "I will contact other Mahayana people here."
Han Xiyu nodded, his eyes flashing with sharpness and gloom.
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In the dark gray abyss, only a wisp of figure jumped out.
Zhou Tian's spiritual energy swept towards her, and there were endless tiny runes floating on her body. The black and purple inscriptions on her white skin looked particularly magical.
Yin Zhisheng closed his eyes tightly and swallowed up the spiritual energy around him with himself as the center.
A silvery-black six-sided magic seal appeared between her eyebrows, and the ginseng sword shot toward the sky.
The surroundings are dark, thunder is roaring, and black clouds are threatening to destroy the city.
Yin Zhisheng suddenly opened his eyes and felt his heart feel extremely relaxed.
Her retreat lasted far longer than expected, all because the Mysterious Demon Bodhi Lotus was worthy of being a second-grade spiritual object. It was so powerful that it pushed the demonic scripture she practiced to a new level.
She looked at the sky, and the thunder clouds gave birth to extraordinary thunder and struck towards her. She immediately stepped away from the void and headed straight towards the place where the thunder clouds rumbled.
The endless thunder was both a disaster and a gift, causing her mana to rapidly deplete and breed new power, and her body to be constantly rejuvenated from the withered and scorched blackness.
Yin Zhisheng's eyes flickered incomparably, and in just half a day, she passed through all seventy-nine sixty-three thunderbolts from heaven and earth.
The three flowers of essence, energy, and spirit three feet above the head merged into one under the thunder, and merged into Jianggong Yuanshen. The combination was successful, and at the same time, it condensed out of the small world of emptiness, containing the rules of one's own perception.
At this moment, Yin Zhisheng has truly joined the ranks of cultivators who have returned to the void, but it is not as simple as it was in the early days.
The second-grade spiritual objects helped her practice and comprehend without any bottlenecks, and her demonic cultivation had undergone a transformation. These few years of seclusion had laid a solid foundation, and her cultivation in the early stages of transcending tribulations continued to rise.
The gloomy thunderclouds that stretched for thirty thousand miles in the sky dissipated, and only a true image of a great demon was floating, covered in colorful rays of light, like an ancient demon that shocked the soul.
This was her promotion vision. After half a quarter of an hour, the vision dissipated and turned into a halo of blessing from heaven and earth.
Until Yin Zhisheng absorbed all the blessing halo, his cultivation was completely stable in the middle stage of transcending the tribulation.
She clenched her fists tightly, a long-lost smile appeared on her lips, her phoenix eyes were gleaming, her clothes were flying in the air, her grace was outstanding.
Yin Zhisheng waved his right hand in a seal, and his magic power suddenly turned into a long shuttle.
She pulled out a jade bottle from the palm of her hand. The mouth of the bottle was opened at will, and a ray of pale golden air escaped and flowed into the long shuttle.
Now that he has achieved a breakthrough in cultivation, it is time to settle the score with that female cultivator.
I had intercepted a ray of aura of the female cultivator in golden clothes during the battle. After I achieved Xiaoyaoyou, I was finally able to use the clan's secret skills to chase her away.
She didn't believe that the female cultivator could collect the demon blood to open the altar now. Although this technique only worked once, it was enough. Yin Zhisheng was determined to get back the demon blood that belonged to her and make Na Fuxi pay a heavy price!
No one can really take anything away from her!
(End of chapter)
