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After dealing with the old man, Zhang Sanxuan suddenly felt that there was an invisible but real force descending on him.

The depleted mana in his body was recovering almost at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, he had returned to his peak state and even improved.

Zhang Sanxuan closed his eyes and sensed it carefully, and then he understood that this was the power of merit.

Zhang Sanxuan was shocked. Such a strong power of merit was more than what he had gained from killing so many weirdos.

He looked at the pile of ashes on the ground and couldn't help but sigh:

"Old man, how many outrageous things have you done to kill you, for God to give you such a generous gift?"

After sighing with emotion, Zhang Sanxuan returned to the cave again.

The stone pillar was not affected by the fierce fight between the two, and was still exuding strong curse power.

For some reason, it stands to reason that the person who arranged this cursed stone pillar must have far greater cultivation and strength than Zhang Sanxuan, but he is very confident that he will be able to unlock the cursed power on this stone pillar.

This feeling is like a natural conflict. When a cat sees a mouse, even if the mouse is larger than itself, the cat has absolute confidence that it can subdue it.

Zhang Sanxuan has practiced Taoism for more than ten years and has too many Taoist classics in his mind. Those scriptures and divine spells all contain the supreme power of vast light. This is the source of his confidence that he can undo the curse of this stone pillar.

But he also knew that even if he could untie it, it would not be easy. Before taking action, he came to the entrance of the cave, pinched the magic formula, and used the earth-bending technique, and the entrance of the cave was instantly sealed.

This way no one will bother him midway.

Afterwards, Zhang Sanxuan sat cross-legged in front of the stone pillar, concentrated his mind, and then began to recite Taoist scriptures.

With the blessing of his magic power, the Taoist scriptures turned into golden words and began to be imprinted on the stone pillars.

The moment the first text was imprinted on it, an extremely fine crack appeared on the stone pillar, and the strong power of the curse was purified a little bit.

Zhang Sanxuan's eyes were filled with joy and he said secretly:

"It really works."

Then he closed his eyes and continued chanting.

At the same time, far away in Xiliang, China, Qin Hao, who was adjusting his breath, suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the south.

"Has there been a change in the Southern Territory?"

Qin Hao murmured softly.

His mind sank into his mind, and now he had accumulated one million Jingyuan, and he was still short of [-] to reach the level of a True Immortal.

But for some reason, Qin Hao couldn't help but feel a little palpitated.

Regardless of his physical and mental exhaustion, Qin Hao stood up again and flew to the next big city.

In the royal city of Xiliang, Lu Ming woke up from trance.

He looked towards the south and frowned slightly involuntarily.

"variable?"

But then he immediately denied himself.

"No, it's still within the limit."

Gradually, a smile began to appear on Lu Ming's face.

"It turns out that the last phalanx is in the Southern Region, which is interesting."

In the imperial city of the divine capital of Zhongtian Prefecture, the emperor was sitting cross-legged on the Heavenly Rendai and could not help but look towards the southern region.

In the dark, he felt that something seemed to be changing quietly.

"Unfortunately, the way of luck cannot allow me to advance to a true heavenly being."

The emperor murmured slightly unwillingly.

He exhausted the luck of the royal family and allowed himself to break through the earthly fairyland, but he could only make himself a pseudo-celestial being.

Although there is only one word difference between false gods and heavenly beings, they are essentially different.

Martial arts gods are almost impossible to kill, but pseudo-celestial beings can.

Pseudo-celestial beings cannot be reborn with a drop of blood, cannot separate their soul from the body and travel thousands of miles to kill people, and they cannot control the vitality of heaven and earth to sublimate martial arts into magical powers, which is the level of divine martial arts.

Although the pseudo-celestial beings are stronger than the earthly immortals, this strength is not completely insurmountable.

The reason why he has been reluctant to take action until the return of Prince Li Yin is because with his current strength, he still cannot defeat the sword god who has been proud of the world for nearly 200 years and the newly risen Cangming Protector. Taoist, Lu Ming.

With these two here, once he takes action and fails, even if Li Yin returns successfully, it may be too late.

And the Sword God, who was always feared by the royal family even though he was not in Middle-earth, seemed to be sensing something at this time.

Continuing eastward from Eastern China, there is an island [-] miles away.

This island is not big, with a radius of only fifty or sixty miles.

But if any earthly immortal comes here, they will find that this island is filled with extremely rich vitality of heaven and earth.

In some places, the vitality is so strong that it condenses into puddles and ponds. The sky above the island is also shrouded in thick fog of vitality all year round, like an overseas fairy mountain, misty and infinite.

In the center of the island, on a mountain peak that was not too high, stood a figure.

He just stood there calmly, as if the world was spinning for him, with him as the center.

A ray of breeze blew past him, and when it blew into the distance, it became extremely sharp and cut off a large bush of leaves.

Everything in the world has turned into a sharp sword that can kill people in the hands of this person.

"not the right time yet."

The man murmured softly, then disappeared in a flash.