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Until now, he still couldn't stop trembling all over.

That kind of sorrow and despair, now I think about it, is still heart-wrenching.

After a long time of dazed, he gradually calmed down and thought to himself that he knew that this change must have something to do with the immortal's martial arts performance.

In the dark, he seemed to be touching something, a mysterious and mysterious feeling lies across the mind, which is so engraved, clear, but is slightly separated by a thin film between them, which is out of reach.

This mysterious feeling made Xu Yi very excited. He knew that it was only the last step before comprehension of the sadness in the realm of birth and death.

The wind was flying, and the snow was flying in the sky. Xu Yi glanced at his shoulders. The snow was nearly half a foot. After careful examination, he found that his whole body was almost covered with a snowman.

The Blood River Flag also stopped struggling. Looking at the eyes, the red flag had turned into a darkness. There was a blood-colored skull in the center of the flag, quietly lying on the snow, without staining the snow.

At a glance, Xu Yi's ghost was so strong that he couldn't help but tremble.

Unlocking the rope of the dragon binding, with a thought, he put the creeping thing into the Sumeru ring. The "full" Blood River Flag lost its appetite, but the mourning stick still trembled.

The killings on the martial arts are still continuing, and a large number of ghosts are still being created. Xu Yi once again took out the mourning stick.

When he travels through this world, he is like a schizophrenia patient, and can have sincere feelings for the characters in this world.

At the same time, for strangers, he only feels that they are various supporting roles in a game.

This wonderful feeling not only makes him decisive in killing and makes his children love each other. It is simply a contradictory complex.

The mourning stick now did not produce a strange suction force. As he expected, the blood river flag itself has the function of adsorbing and devouring the ghost, but the mourning stick has only the function of devouring.

At this moment, the reason why the mourning stick trembled was that it was the bloody killing in the martial arts field, which created a large number of ghosts in batches, and turned into a strange force field. It inspired the mourning stick to swallow the strongly.

After gently touching the mourning stick for a moment, Xu Yi put it into the Sumeru ring. Suddenly, his eyebrows became hot and he looked at him. There were two people sitting cross-legged on the southwest and northwest peaks, and they looked at him at the same time.

Xu Yi looked back and then withdrew his gaze. It was no wonder that the monks who were also hidden and watched immortals perform martial arts.

Xu Yi didn't find it strange. But he didn't know how surprised the people sitting cross-siding in the southwest and northwest peaks were.

Zhou Daoqian was sitting on the top of the southwest peak. Over the past year, Zhou Daoqian's temperament became more and more stable. Like a piece of frozen rock that had been frozen for thousands of years, it seemed that the sky collapsed and the earth broke. It was difficult for him to feel a little rippled.

Xu Yi did not recognize Zhou Daoqian, and Zhou Daoqian also did not recognize Xu Yi. Apart from each other, both sides could only feel the existence of a powerful aura and their eyesight was not as good as possible.

But this did not prevent Zhou Daoqian from being surprised. More than an hour had passed since the immortal performed martial arts. He was so arrogant that he had only held two incense sticks.

The one from the Northwest Peak will only wake up earlier than him, and will never be later than him.

But this person woke up at this moment. If this person had not arrived after he entered into meditation, but had existed at the beginning of the immortal martial arts performance, it would be terrible.

Even the Soul-Sense Ancestor may have to rely on the illusion treasure at the level one of the birth and death realm to last for so long.

On the northwest peak, snow was like a mat, and the entire mountain was silvery on one side. Xue Muhua sat cross-legged on the top of a pine tree that was more than ten feet tall. The strong wind swayed and the pine tree swung rapidly. Xue Muhua seemed to transform into a part of the pine tree, swaying in the wind, as stable as a mountain.

At this moment, Xue Muhua's gaze also looked in the direction where Xu Yi was. The horror in his heart was like a tsunami and a mountain collapse, and his two silver eyebrows trembled slightly.

Compared to Zhou Daogan, he was very close to Xu Yi and discovered Xu Yi early on, thinking that he was a monk who was far away from right and wrong and quietly understood the wonderful methods of the immortals as he and the one in the south.

When he woke up after just holding on to two incense sticks, the other party was still silent. After observing for an hour, he almost thought that this person had never led the monument into the spiritual platform. With a bang, the realm of birth and death was shattered, and his abundant consciousness even brought sad ripples in Xue Muhua's heart.

He realized that the illusion was broken and shocked, and he was hiding that the soul-sensing ancestor was hiding here.

Xu Yi had no idea about his mind, so he naturally did not know his own situation, which had attracted strong attention from the two powerful people.

After detecting the existence of two peaks in the southwest and northwest, he turned his attention to the martial arts field. To be precise, it was the battlefield where the members of the Ming Shenzong fought against the war god Ce.

Tired, the Ming Shenzong has never been so tired. Even when he hit the condensation realm and condensed evil spirits into his body, he was never so tired.

The evil aura in the Qi Sea was activated countless times. Jian Jiu had to survive until the moment, and could only barely shoot a sword.

The red eyes, locked in the war god's breathing like a broken bellows, and the murderous intent was still fierce.

Sorrow and anger, strong grief and anger, War God Ce has never realized such profound grief and anger since his birth.

A mysterious death slap, so far, he still couldn't understand why a passerby died, in order to trigger a killing frenzy.

Who gave me the courage? Ming Shenzong, Purgatory and others dared to go crazy and attacked him to death.

What's even more terrible is that the War God Strategy, who has always regarded himself as a high-profile person, never thought that the siege of the strong people in the Condensation Realm would cause such great damage to himself.

After more than an hour of battle, casualties are inevitable in a very long and super-strength battle.

At this moment of the battle, War God Ce had become a lonely man, and all four of his four condensate lackeys were killed.

The fat man was killed by a Yin-sen named Xu in front of Zhang Liufeng Palace.

The white-haired old man died under the strange sword nine of the Ming Shenzong.

The elegant and beautiful scholars and the sashitoutuo also fell under the Qi Sword of the Ming Shenzong.

Even when he fought against someone himself, he was beaten by the ten swords of the Ming Shenzong. It was a pity that he had sufficient elixirs and was not the key to it. Otherwise, there would be no life at this moment.

Of course, the talent and combat power of War God Ce are not worthy of fame.

At this point in the battle, the Ming Shenzong also suffered heavy casualties. The four black condensation liquid he brought personally fell under the Dragon Sphere.

As the battle continued, especially his side's help was killed by the mysterious "Sword Nine" of the Ming Shenzong who only attacked but did not defend.

War God Ce realized that relying solely on the Dragon Slayer would probably not be able to wipe out everyone. In the realm of condensed liquid, weapons often become burdens. Compared with the flesh palms that give birth to evil spirits, the Dragon Slayer is not as good as the Dragon Slayer.

When the strong fight to win and the strike force is sufficient, the pursuit of speed is the ultimate.

The moment when the God of War Ce put away the Dragon Sphur, the balance of the war suddenly turned aside, and the Ming Shenzong and others completely realized the horror of the young master of the War Sect.

This person is both offensive and defensive in every move, which is so wonderful that it is even more terrifying that this person is an infinite sea, with endless true energy and endless evil energy.
Chapter completed!