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No one can retreat unscathed under the siege of so many of them!

Quzi Xiuqiang swallowed the blood in his mouth, looked at their terrified expressions, and smiled ironically.

"Don't you want artifacts?"

In the palm of Qu Zixiu's right hand appeared a seven-story glittering golden pagoda.

"as you wish."

The left hand formed a claw and stabbed at the chest, bright red blood spewed out, both hands formed a fist, changing rapidly, the blood beads slowly formed a strange pattern in the air.

A terrible but powerless feeling gradually emerged in the hearts of everyone.

"Today I use the blood of my heart as a sacrifice, the universe moves, the heaven and the earth break, and I am immortal!"

As the words fell, the Qiankun Tower became hundreds of times larger in an instant, and dazzling golden lights scattered all over the place rapidly. Living things cannot escape the cause of destruction.

"Demon dare you!"

"Run, Qiankun Tower is activated."

"Can't get out, the space is blocked!"

Some people shouted angrily, others fled, and finally all turned into mournful cries.

If you kill each other, maybe everyone can live a little longer?Qu Zixiu calmly analyzed it as if watching someone else's battle through a photo stone.

The cultivator who wanted to fly away with Yujian seemed to hit an invisible barrier as soon as he flew up, and fell heavily.

Qu Zixiu covered his bleeding chest, his face was abnormally pale, he was surrounded by so many monks for many days, no matter how strong he was, he was at the end of his strength at this moment, and he could no longer feel the slightest aura in the spiritual field.

Looking at the escape scene that seemed like a farce, the corners of Qu Zixiu's mouth curled up, full of sarcasm.

As long as he is not willing to give the things he has repaired, no one can take it away from him. If he has to grab it, then he must be prepared to sacrifice his life.

"My lord, let me go, I've been fascinated by ghosts." In a panic, some people began to ask for help from the person they were chasing all the way. 11-05-11-25 special resource group

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"My lord, you have a lot of adults, please spare us."

"My lord,..."

In the face of death, even monks are just like ordinary people, even worse than ordinary people.

Because what they pursue all their lives is to ascend to immortality and live forever, which makes them cherish their lives more than ordinary people, and to put it bluntly, they are more afraid of death.

More and more people began to beg for mercy from Qu Zixiu. They subconsciously felt that Qu Zixiu was also afraid of death, and he would definitely leave a way out for himself.

Unfortunately, Qu Zixiu was destined to disappoint them.

"The Qiankun Pagoda is activated, immortal!"

The deep voice drifted away with the wind, but it was an extremely desperate word.

The wind blows through the world and kills.

The Wanfen Mountain, which was originally seldom green, now seems to be on fire, and it is desolate everywhere.

Where the Qiankun Pagoda passed, there was not even a place where the ashes could be left.

Qu Zixiu couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the ground, unexpectedly calm in his heart: Is it my turn?

The Qiankun Pagoda locks one side of the world, creating a cause and effect, the request of the sacrificer is the cause, and the outcome of the recipient is the effect, and cause and effect are never unilateral, as long as they are within this space, even the owner of the tower cannot escape The fate of oblivion.

It's just a pity that he was covered in dirt before he died, but it doesn't matter, anyway, even the ashes were blown up with the wind in the end, and no one would see him in such a mess.

Unable to hold on any longer, he finally closed his eyes.

On the tip of Qiankun Pagoda, a red spot of light kept beating, becoming the only color in this world...

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