Nascent Soul boss in the interstellar

A figure quickly crossed the sky, followed by hundreds of figures, the sun was setting, and the clouds in the sky were red, as hot as a fire, giving people a sense of suffocation.

Qu Zixiu covered his chest, leaned against a big tree and panted heavily, with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand to wipe off the blood stains with his stained sleeves.

Really embarrassed!

In just three breaths, a large group of people appeared beside Qu Zixiu and surrounded Qu Zixiu.

"Qu Zixiu, hand over the Qiankun Pagoda."

"Don't struggle, you have nowhere to go."

"Hand over Qiankun Pagoda, and leave your whole body."

……

Qu Zixiu raised his eyelids and scanned them one by one. Whether these people in front of them were clamoring or holding their weapons silently, although their expressions might be different, the greed hidden deep in their eyes could not be hidden no matter what. .

"Amitabha! Benefactor Qu, as long as you hand over the Qiankun Pagoda, I can protect your life."

This is the Yangming sect's so-called Suzerain Yiguang who is compassionate.

Underneath the seemingly radiant surface is the same greedy face as everyone else, which is extremely ridiculous.

Qu Zixiu snorted coldly, "It's up to you?" But the wound was involved, and his smile froze for a moment, but soon returned to normal, "Where's the confidence!"

The hidden killing intent in the air formed a strong wind, which swept across Qu Zixiu's bare skin, bringing out a trace of bloody smell.

The big man carrying the huge wind and thunder hammer laughed loudly: "Monk, you are not capable of making decisions for me. I, Luo Gang, will decide the fate of his song repair."

The short, faceless old man in a cloak and overcoat said sullenly: "I'm still waiting for Qu Zixiu's blood to sacrifice the flag. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep this life!"

Qu Zixiu coughed lightly, his face was pale, but he couldn't hide his peerless demeanor, and there was endless mockery in his eyes.

He, Qu Zixiu, has never been afraid since the day he practiced the Heaven-breaking Sword Art a hundred years ago. His fate is even if the Dao of Heaven wants it, he has to weigh it. How can it be so easy to take!

"No, you guys have to compete with each other first. Whoever wins in the end, who am I handing over this Qiankun Pagoda?" Qu Zixiu leaned on the ancient tree, and suddenly flashed in his mind the human storybook he had read before Jianji, and suggested Said: "There is only one Qiankun Pagoda, it's a headache!"

The crowd around them looked at the people around them vigilantly for a moment. They were only gathered together because of Duo Qiankun Pagoda. Seeing that Qu Zixiu was about to fail, the question of the ownership of Qiankun Pagoda became very difficult. It's important, after all, no one wants to be stabbed in the back by someone around him at the last moment.

"Everyone, don't listen to his nonsense. He wants us to kill each other. If Qu Zixiu survives today, it will not only be unlucky for everyone, but our family and sect will also suffer."

Qu Zixiu raised his eyebrows when he heard the words. After all, he is a person who has seen the world, and he won't be confused just because of a few words.

but……

What is there to be afraid of!

"Stop talking nonsense and die!"

All of a sudden, the world was colorful, countless figures intertwined, and countless magic weapons exploded. If anyone can see such a battle, they will probably sigh that this life has no regrets!

How can this be? !

In a gray sky and earth, dust was flying, obscuring everything in sight, only the red figure was still burning like fire, standing upright in the wind and sand.

Those monks who could be regarded as ancestors in the sect all stared wide-eyed, full of disbelief in their eyes.

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

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