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535,greet(2/2)



"ah!"

Zhou Wensong spit out two mouthfuls of blood. He hated himself for his poor understanding. He had not yet understood the Dharma Domain in the middle stage of the Golden Core. The inheritance of the Fire Sect was not as good as that of the big sects. Even if the disciples of the big sects had average qualifications, they could get mediocre results by practicing the techniques.

Jurisdiction. court

Now there is only one way to reverse the defeat, and that is to self-destruct the golden elixir and Yin Shen.

One of these three people must die, preferably the old cultivator from the Lianzhen Sect, so that the strength of the three sects can be brought to an equal level, and the Fire Sect can still survive in the cracks.

Once he self-destructs, not to mention whether the mountain gate will be blown to pieces, at least he will have no chance of survival, and even his true spirit will dissipate completely, cutting off his thoughts of reincarnation.

He was at the end of his strength, and even if he didn't blow himself up, he would die from being surrounded by three people.

"Even if I die, I will have someone to support me!"

"not good!"

"Zhou Wensong is crazy." Ting Ting

"..."

"Go back quickly!"

The three golden elixir masters were so frightened that they fled in a hurry. If they were caught, they would be seriously injured. Not to mention sharing a piece of the pie, if they were not cut like cakes, they would have to burn high incense. How could they dare to stay?

"Fellow Daoist Zhou, please listen to my explanation."

"Death!" Zhou Wensong yelled and hugged the old cultivator of Lianzhen Sect tightly.

At the moment when the golden elixir seal was turned, a dazzling light exploded in the sky, and the huge explosion ripples violently threw out the two small spiritual boats around it.

The two golden elixir masters did not escape the influence, and they looked pale and vomited blood.

When the light dissipates.

A black sun hangs in the sky.

"Heavy treasure!"

Xu Zhao and Zhang De had this idea in their minds at the same time, and they advanced instead of retreating.

At this time, he didn't care about his own injuries.

The two of them were about to snatch it, but they found a figure appearing in front of the black sun before them.

The man was dressed in white, with a feather crown tied up in his hair. He stood barefoot in the air. He couldn't feel the pressure or aura at all. He looked like an ordinary mortal.

However, the two of them still stopped to hide in fear.

Xu Zhao had the courage to shout: "Who are you and what are you doing here?!"

The man in bare feet and white clothes did not look back.

He looked at the Xuhun banner in front of him and said with a smile: "I am here to welcome back the Supreme Elder of my sect."
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