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However, in less than a moment, before everyone could engrave the colorful appearance of the Misty Stone glaze in their hearts, they saw the red-clothed patriarch flip his hand and put the Misty Stone back into his sleeves.

Seeing him take it back, many people present stretched out their hands, trying to grab the stone of hope.

Unfortunately, no one can touch it.

The Misty Patriarch stepped down from the air step by step, landed on the bench on the high platform, and said softly: "Just you, want to challenge me?"

The Nascent Soul underneath nodded, his gaze firm.

No matter how strong the Misty Patriarch is, as long as his body is not completely annihilated, his Nascent Soul is not beheaded, as long as he still has a trace of vitality, he can absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth and reshape his body.

Three rounds... just survive three rounds!

Yuanying swung his sword and looked away: "It's right here. Don't talk nonsense, come to me!"

As soon as the words fell, a warm bright yellow light lit up on his body, which was the appearance of a life-saving magic weapon, trying to save his life from the hands of the ancestor of the mist.

I don't know what price this warrior will pay after this challenge.

Cheng Yuzhi sighed, lowered his head, and looked at his palm.

... He is nothing more than a powerless golden core.

Cheng Yunzhi thought for a while, and when he raised his head again, he met a pair of eyes.

What kind of eyes are those?He couldn't describe it.

He only felt that the sea of ​​consciousness was blank, his eyes were dizzy, and the gentle killing sound came from the opposite side bit by bit, stuffed into his mind.

At first he thought he could bear it, but the further he went, the more he felt that thousands of horses were galloping, and countless cursing and cursing exploded in his brain like gunpowder, making Cheng Yun's sea of ​​consciousness dizzy and falling backwards.

Yu Ziframe was beside him, and immediately realized that something was wrong with the younger brother.

At the moment Cheng Yuzhi fell down, he grabbed Cheng Yunzhi's collar and helped him up.

Senior brother was so anxious that his voice changed a little: "Zhizhi! Cheng Yuzhi! Wake up!"

After shouting for a long time but unable to wake up, Yu Zijian put the person down on the spot, pinched him, pinched the tiger's mouth.

Finding it was still not working, he immediately calmed down, stretched out his spiritual power into his meridians, and checked the status of the little junior's spiritual power.

Looking at it this way, it turns out that the little junior brother's sea of ​​consciousness is in a mess, a mess!

However, the Sea of ​​Consciousness is a very private part, even if Yu Ziframe was his senior brother, he would have no way of doing it.

They had no choice but to clean up the chaos in the outer circle. Fortunately, Cheng Yunzhi woke up just in time.

As soon as he woke up, he immediately grabbed his senior brother's sleeve: "Senior brother! He, me, me, I..." He was too anxious and started to stutter.

When Yu Ziframe saw that he was awake, the adult Daoist heaved a sigh of relief, and calmly handed him a glass of water, pretending that he had never panicked, and wanted to calm down the younger brother.

Seeing that his senior brother was not panicking, Cheng Yuzhi also miraculously calmed down.

He took a sip of water, turned his head to look at the center of the field: "Someone is watching me."

Yu Ziframe frowned, he didn't feel someone's gaze coming here at all: "Who?"

"I don't know, just looking at me makes me feel dizzy, and I'm going to pass out."

Yu Ziframe nodded, keeping this matter to himself for the time being, after all, now is not a good time to pursue it.

Pat him on the shoulder, indicating that he is fine.

Turning his head and sinking his heart, he began to look for the suspects in the field.

He has an ominous premonition in his heart, which comes from the self-awareness of fortune-telling that comes with cultivating Taoism.

In the middle of the field, the ancestor of the mist withdrew his gaze and said with a smile: "Once I make a move, you will have no chance." He said persuasively, "Isn't it good to live?"

Yuanying gritted his teeth, and the hand holding the sword was trembling: "Like a beast, do you live here?"

Obviously, he had no intention of changing his mind.

Patriarch Miwu sighed regretfully, his blood-red sleeves fluttered in the wind, despite the ominousness, there was actually a little bit of immortality.

No one cares about this.

Seeing that he had said so much, Yuanying didn't even start to challenge him, so he couldn't help but look down on him, thinking that the ancestor of the mist was nothing more than that, if he didn't have hard skills, he would only force Lai Lai, maybe he was a trash who took drugs.

Maybe under the life-saving magic weapon, he has never been injured in the challenge, and he can still taunt a few words.

For example, "It's just that", "You are quite good at talking too much" and so on.

The Misty Patriarch laughed in satisfaction, as if seeing a precious treasure that needs to be held in the palm of his hand and played with slowly, even the corners of his eyes and brows were smiling.

"Okay," he said lightly, "the first trick."

In the first move, Yuanying's magic weapon shattered, his eyes popped out, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding profusely.

Patriarch Misty: "Just you?"

The second move, someone in the crowd let out a shrill cry, but the Nascent Soul had disappeared, leaving only a puddle of flesh on the ground.

Cheng Yunzhi's throat was fishy and sweet, he turned his head away, so as not to attract the attention of his elder brother, he rolled his throat a few times and swallowed the blood.

When he came back to his senses and looked into the field, a group of transparent Nascent Soul poked out from the muddy flesh and was about to fly away!

Cheng Yunzhi knew that Patriarch Miwu would never let his last Nascent Soul go!

"No!"

Snapped.

The little Nascent Soul was easily captured by the Misty Patriarch, and he looked at it for a moment with an unclear expression, as if he was looking at some common inferior product, and shook his head.

Immediately, with a light pinch, the poor man's Nascent Soul was crushed.

Therefore, there is only reincarnation, and there is no chance to start again.

"it is good!"

"Great! Show them some color!"

Moxiu's cheers were overwhelming, but everyone here gritted their teeth and did not dare to make more noise.

Grind it into a meat paste, even if they collect the corpse, there is no corpse to collect.

No.1 ended up so miserable, how could anyone be willing to take the risk and stand in front of Patriarch Misty.

Cheng Yuzhi finally breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed his senior brother's sleeve.

When Yu Ziframe turned around, he said word by word: "Brother, I don't allow you to go."

A magic weapon with a life-saving effect can only block one move, and the poor and white senior brother is probably only worth a little finger.

Even if you are living in the city, don't come out now...

Yu Ziframe nodded, signaling him to be at ease: "No."

In fact, it was difficult for him to accept this ending, but if he and his junior were together and supported each other, there might not be no other opportunities to leave. "Listen to you."

The people helped each other, those who left left, those who cried and cried, it was a group of incomplete birds and beasts that couldn't be gathered together, licking their wounds sadly.

Cheng Yunzhi felt something again, raised his head, and collided with that gaze again.

This time, he didn't faint again.

The other party seemed to restrain his strength, looked at him with a smile, looked at the people who were about to leave the scene, and let out a voice: "Did I let you go?"

Now, the audience is silent.

The ancestor of Miwu smiled and said: "Since this person failed, I don't mind another one to fulfill his unfulfilled last wish... Is there any one, immortal master, um, who is willing to come?"

No one was willing to make a sound, they exchanged eyes in fear, there was silence, and there was a stalemate on the spot.

The ancestor of the mist said: "If no one is willing to come, then I will draw a new one."

Cheng Yunzhi suddenly felt his heart beating wildly, and a particularly ominous premonition wrapped in red mist burst out of his mind, and he couldn't stand still when it was about to explode.

I saw the red-clothed patriarch's finger pointing down, lightly, but pressing on top of his head like a mountain; everyone turned their heads, with worry and insignificant joy in their eyes.

Fortunately, it wasn't them...

Yu Ziframe lost his voice: "Meteor!"

That finger was pointing in his direction!

Things have come to this point, there is no room to avoid.

Cheng Yuzhi recalled the way Patriarch Misty looked at him just now, and felt that he would not be killed directly on the spot.He tentatively settled his mind and walked out from the aisle where everyone was separated.

The elder brother called him heartbreakingly from behind, calling him, but Cheng Yuzhi couldn't hear him at all.

He is now staring intently at the figure on the high platform, and the air around his ears is silent.

However, his heart squeezed his living space one after another, his breathing was only half, and the lack of oxygen became more severe.

Patriarch Misty, what do you want him to do?

The ancestor in red looked at him for a moment, then suddenly laughed.

He smiled freely and spoke softly and tenderly: "I really like your eyes," he said, "they are so beautiful."

Everyone was in an uproar, Cheng Yunzhi lowered his head and touched his eyes.

He didn't look back, he didn't know that everyone was separated by the barrier that the Misty Patriarch casually set up, including his lunatic-looking senior brother.

He said calmly, "You don't want me to give them to you, do you?"

The Misty Patriarch landed slowly, and happened to step on the corpse of the previous person, and faced Cheng Yuzhi, smiling at him.

"How could it be?" said the ancestor of the mist, "I won't be so bloody, and I won't be so emotionless."

"How about this,"

He said surprisingly, "If you come to be my mist's disciple, I'll let you live, how about that?"

"The best!!!"

Cheng Yun was taken aback for a moment, he had never expected that Patriarch Miwu would say such a thing.

The Misty Patriarch persuaded him: "Stay alive and follow me, isn't it good?"

Cheng Yuzhi thought for a moment in silence, then said softly, "What if I refuse?"

Patriarch Misty: "I can only keep you here," he paused for a moment, "It doesn't matter whether you live or die."

"Don't waste them, okay?" Rarely, he started to dissuade others.

Cheng Yunzhi finally heard his senior brother calling him from behind.

But he can't turn back, once he turns back, all the emotions of weakness and fear will erupt at this moment, maybe he will do something that endangers everyone.

"It's!!!!!!"

...Brother.

Thousands of words, now there is no way to turn his head and say it to his senior brother.

He raised his head and said abruptly, "I'm here to do that challenge."

Patriarch Miwu still had that half smile but not a smile; "Are you so unwilling to be my disciple?"

Cheng Yunzhi: "What if I say yes?"

Miwu Patriarch said: "Then I will sacrifice blood to everyone present, and congratulate you for becoming a demon."

The sound of insults and sobs filled the audience.

They pulled Yu Ziframe who was like a puppet, making him stumble, stagger, and his heart was bleeding.

Is there any way... is there any way... save him... save him...

Cheng Yunzhi said: "Why don't you send me the Misty Stone, and wait until I send the person I want to send out of the city, and then come and be your disciple willingly."

Seemingly bowing his head, the Misty Patriarch also sneered: "Who do you want to send?" I'm afraid it won't just turn into an empty city.

He lazily said: "Then you stand still, it's time to catch my trick."

The implication is that you should die.

of it.

of...

He stood in front of the devil, holding his own sword, and closed his eyes sadly.

She didn't even want to look at him again before leaving.