Me, plant, fire root? ? ?

bass!

The snow-white knife light flashed.

The bright red blood splashed out, and another figure fell down.

The fog has become the biggest obstacle between people, a single negligence, that is, white knives go in and red knives go out.

This fight is drawing to a close.

Both sides suffered losses, and then retreated hastily under the cover of fog.

Ying Changrong still has to find the key, and he can no longer accept more losses.

The Xuanlong Society also has this task, and every newly trained personnel is very precious and cannot be compromised.Human life is also spent wisely.

They retreated tacitly, one to the east and one to the west.

Ying Changrong wanted to find the key.

Xuanlong will be the same.

When they left, they all thought they would meet again, at the moment when they finally snatched the key.

But no one can predict the future, let alone that they will only meet in hell.

Kobayashi and Oda hurried along with the rest of the team members. In the mist, the figure of a young man loomed.

"You are from Japan."

He used declarative sentences.

this voice...

Kobayashi and Oda looked at the players behind them, and they also shook their heads.No one remembers, no one knows.

"who are you?"

Seeing the increasingly clear figure, Oda frowned first, then slowly relaxed.

His cultivation is not high, about level nine.

With just a slight physical contact, the information has already been conveyed.

An intelligence team, ten people.Oda and Kobayashi each brought a team over, a total of 22 people.Some of them are newly added players who were seriously injured in the battle just now.Only a few are old players with rich experience.

If the person coming is D-level, or Huaguo's seventh-level, then no one can escape right now.Even Kobayashi and Oda were set on fire in the battle just now, and suffered inexplicable injuries.

But an F grade...

What is there to be afraid of?

Everyone slowly relax.

Song Ji watched for a long time. He heard Ying Changrong's shout and knew that these people were from Dongying.

Among them, there might be the murderer who killed his cousin.

Once this idea arises, it is like sparks that have been buried for a long time being pulled out of a pot full of carbon ash. The wind can instantly burn into a raging sea of ​​flames, burning all the way from the bottom of Song Ji's heart to reality.

But with his ability, there is no way to attack.

How else could he attack?

He looked at his white hands, and the words he said to the foreign man and woman he met yesterday rang in his ears again.

"Your self-restraining ability can further evolve into a self-punishing ability. As long as you can pay the price, anything can be achieved."

cost.

What Song Ji awakened was a supernatural ability, and his family also found him related cultivation methods.

The ability is not as orderly as the spiritual root, it just mobilizes the spiritual energy to change, but the combination of the broken spiritual root and the mood, there are ordinary power abilities, and there are self-restraint abilities like his eccentric development.The cultivation of supernatural powers does not require secret manuals or internal skills. It only needs to be continuously studied and polished. With the deepening of understanding, the power that can be mobilized will increase, and the cultivation base will also improve.

The price he can pay...

Song Ji took out the pocket knife he was carrying with him, opened his sleeve, and stroked his scarred arm lightly.

This is a gift that Song Xuan carefully selected and gave him. Made of Xin Jin, it not only cuts iron like mud that a knife should have, but also has the warmth of Xin attribute.When he received it, he would wonder if his cousin knew something.

A piece of flesh as thin as a cicada's wing slipped from Song Ji's arm. His wound was still blood red, but it seemed to have been covered with a film of water, and no blood flowed out.

"As long as I lose a piece of flesh, no one can escape this wound." He said softly.

Song Ji's voice was not loud, Kobayashi and Oda standing a few meters away could barely catch what he said.

Before the words fell, they didn't understand what this man was doing.

However, from the moment the sound fell completely, it seemed that there was some rule coming to this place. Everyone's arms felt cold for an instant, and pieces of flesh as thin as cicada's wings fell to the ground, accompanied by a splatter of fresh blood.

He succeeded.

Song Ji opened his eyes wide, watching this scene in surprise.When he showed this demeanor, he vaguely had a bit of the cuteness of the spoiled young master in the past, but on this occasion, seeing it only made people creepy.

Without hesitation, he slashed himself again, and the smile on his lips became more intense.

[As long as I lose a piece of flesh, no one can escape this trauma. 】

There was more blood on the ground.

……

Standing on the other side is due fate.

Seeing his son appear, Ying Changrong felt as if he had dropped the last boot, and sighed, "It really is you."

Except for Yingyouyuan, no one else can enter without disturbing anyone along the way.

Ying Youyuan appeared later, and Ying Changrong also tried his best to convince himself. The moment he saw Hiroshi Kimura, he knew that he had failed.

This kid has been hating him.

"I have advised you many times, why do you still come?"

one, two, three...

In the blink of an eye, figures appeared behind Ying Youyuan.There are beautiful women, tall and majestic men, kind women...

When Ying Changrong saw these people, a trace of cowardice flashed across his face, and then he quickly became firm again, "You don't understand, in order to achieve the goal, this is an inevitable sacrifice."

Ying Youyuan really doesn't understand.

The ability of Yingyuan can imitate other people's incarnations, and it was awakened when his mother died because of the exercises his father practiced.

Ying Changrong couldn't have a child who didn't even have a complete spiritual root, so he was sent out of the world of practice and grew up like an ordinary child.

Ying Changrong asked him to learn advanced knowledge and science and technology.Even in order to conceal this fact, he himself followed suit with his mobile phone and computer, turning the servants handed down from generation to generation into managers.

However, a cover-up is just a cover-up after all.

Ying Changrong learned the basic usage, but did not learn the core idea.

This world is no longer the precarious world of practice a hundred years ago.

Ying Youyuan could only sneer at Changrong's words, "Then let's try, are you sacrificing for my goal, or am I sacrificing for your goal."

Ying Changrong looked at Ying Youyuan with the same eyes as a child, "It's useless for you to hold me back, over there...it's already started."

……

It really started early.

Ye Zesheng carefully leaned behind a tree, watching the flying sand and rocks not far away.

The place where he landed for the third time by jumping is close to the core of the land of death.The deeper you go, the taller the tree is, and it seems to have more wisdom.

When Ye Zesheng walked over, many trees brushed his shoulders with their lower branches and leaves, like a blessing.Some vines were so enthusiastic that they insisted on giving him a ride.

Seeing Xia Yan seemed like an accident, but not like an accident.

He seems to be here, in the most dangerous place, where he is most needed.

They are already fighting.

These are Ying Changrong's most carefully prepared manpower.It's not a thug who can be bought with a spirit stone, and it's not a master who can be tied together in the early stage by profit, but a candidate who he started to prepare for after the recovery of the spiritual energy and the alliance agreement.

Even after finding the Lingshi Mine, Ying Changrong kept digging and searching, except to cover up the cultivation materials of unknown origin, just to support these dead soldiers.

He wanted the key like crazy.

Xia Yan stood in the way, facing these enemies without any fear.

brush!

The transparent sword energy flew up, cutting wounds from their bodies in the blink of an eye.

Xia Yan didn't seem to need his help.Ye Zesheng didn't step out, just sat there admiring Xia Yan's figure.

To him, this expedition to the land of death is more like a fun.Ye Zesheng didn't have any obsession with the key, and he was well aware of his own level. He could use some tricks to trick people like Ying Changrong, and it was impossible to fight against them.

He even had a secret, unspeakable thought: Since his danger is related to that key, is it possible that someone got it, so he is safe?

It would be too boring to rely on a lot of spiritual energy to advance to the first level in one fell swoop. He didn't need such a key.

"Let the loyal people pay attention to the inside!" A very thin voice suddenly came from the ear.

It is the voice of fate.

Ye Zesheng was taken aback for a moment, still not understanding what happened.

He looked at Xia Yan again, only to see that his original resisting movement stopped suddenly, and he suddenly turned his head to look into the depths.At the same time, a tremor came from the veins of the earth, wisps of spiritual energy escaped, and the surrounding flowers and trees grew even larger, almost covering the sky and the sun.One by one spirit beasts came out of the forest silently, including the bison before, and they knelt down on the ground one after another.These signs seem to indicate that the key is coming out!

At this moment, a figure rushed towards the key from a distance, and the dead soldiers surrounded Xia Yan again, and started to explode himself!

Ye Zesheng stood up abruptly.

Technique · Jump!

The unprecedented concentration and strong thoughts within the reach of the eyes made him appear directly beside Xia Yan.

Xia Yan put a hand on Ye Zesheng's shoulder.

Ye Zesheng felt a bloody smell that he hadn't smelled for a long time, and the wet touch was even imprinted on his shoulders through the skirt of his clothes, making his body freeze instantly.

"Go find someone who is loyal, you can't resist."

"I can take you away first!"

"I can't leave, Ying Changrong has gone in." He had to stop here.

The last movement of that hand was to touch Ye Zesheng's head, "Good boy, be obedient."