The Dangerous Cultivator

"I don't need you to protect me, we don't owe anyone, let's go!"

Xia Zimo almost roared, but it was difficult to make a little noise.

Her situation is very mysterious.

At that time, in order to stop everyone from digging the giant waterfall, Xu Yi stood out, leaving Homura array and elixir.

After Xia Zimo took the elixir, he sat cross-legged, and then fell into this inexplicable free state: he was completely aware of the outside world, but he couldn't speak, his hands could not be raised, and the most mysterious thing was that it stopped for many years. Dreams went on again.

In the dream, a woman who could never see her face whispered to her. She couldn't hear in her ears, but her heart was as clear as flowers.

At the same time, she was clearly aware that this was probably the secret law of her matrilineal inheritance. What was even more strange was that she could not resist but practiced involuntarily.

At this moment, Xu Yi said what she said, she was scoring with excitement, trying hard to scold this ruthless and ruthless stinky thief, but she couldn't open her mouth.

Just as Xu Yi secretly vowed, outside of the giant waterfall, the battle between the Yao Yue Sanren and the two elders of the Jiang family led to the escape of Xu Yi and lost the meaning of the struggle.

Every check was furious.

In addition to the loss of a large amount of living power in the past three days, it must pay the price of the previous commitment for the previous promise. As for the Qi Yao, it is still in the mirror.

The second grandfather of the Jiang family was also suffocated and vomiting blood. The great benefits that Xu gave to the ancestors of the family still needed to be realized. The large number of children of the Jiang family who died were not reproducible.

Feng Xifeng lost his precious divine sword and an arm, and got only infamous.

The other factions also suffered heavy casualties, and all who died were powerful men and women, and they were all elites.

After fighting for a while, he was still empty-handed and backtracked a little. For a while, I didn't know how many hate-filled sights converged behind the giant waterfall.

"I haven't been scarred for three days, I swear!"

The demon moon roared to the sky, and his face was full of blue muscles.

"The thief doesn't die, I'll wait for it to become a big laugh!"

"Harm my fellow men and lose my brotherhood, how can this revenge not be reported!"

"I am killing eleven elves under the sword gate today, and all my blood debts will be counted on this little thief!"

"………………"

For a time, the sentiment was heated and the arguments were endless.

Although the second grandfather of Jiang's family didn't say a word, he shot the brutality of the giant waterfall, and almost solidified.

So far, he can't figure out where the secret tricks of the scarred children swallowing the four elephants to kill arrays come from.

It looks like a star-moving battle, but his Jiang Baihou practiced the star-moving battle to the second floor, and it was definitely impossible to swallow the plentiful assault of the four elephants into the body.

This is not what the evildoers are!

The Second Lord Jiang's slaughter of Xu Yi's heart was never as firm as it is now.

For nothing else, just because of the prestige of the Jiang family, he must also hurt his hot hands.

The Jiang family can become the eight major families of the Dayue family. In addition to its rich heritage, Jiang hated the stars to transfer his magical powers to the world.

Once there are similar magical powers, or even surpassing the magical powers of Xunyidouzhuan, the reputation of Xingyidouzhuan will surely fall, and the Jiang family may collapse.

Feng Xifeng relied on the imperial air, and the light in the hair behind his head was scattered. The cold wind blew, his hair fluttered, his arms were red, and under the blood moon, the whole person was extremely cold.

The pursuit of life and death has passed, the sequelae brought about by the ban on recruiting gradually subsided, and Feng Xifeng's mentality gradually recovered.

However, the clearer his thoughts were, the more intense his resentment, remorse, and shame in his heart.

The divine sword was destroyed. I thought that it would accompany me to battle the world, and the divine sword that crossed the top of the martial arts was destroyed.

The reputation was ruined, and it took ten years to forge the name of the sword king. At this point, the name was notorious, and it was the laughing stock of the world.

What made Feng Xifeng unforgivable was that he would call for help from outsiders, and even call for help from his ancestors.

When this happened, it was the same as the teacher.

Meritorious deeds, fame, and mentorship have all been lost.

Feng Xifeng's heart is like the Dead Sea, no fun, no, there is something left, that is the fire of revenge burning in the chest.

The ancestor of the Wen family still sat on the top of the Cangsong and gently stroked the dagger in his hand. The wrinkled old face was scorched black, and the gaze staring at the dagger was so affectionate and deplored.

It turned out that the dagger in the hands of the ancestors of the Wen family had an astonishing change at that moment.

This was formed by how many years he used to cultivate his soul.

The so-called magic instrument, pay attention to sending and receiving from the heart, and the device is at will, the key also lies in the warming of the utensils by the ghost.

At this moment, the faint cyan light outside the red short sword meant that the sword holding the handle fell out of the limits of the magic weapon, although the power was still extremely great, at least it was not in control.

It is even more impossible to kill the soul again.

Wait for the red sword to lose the essence of the magic weapon.

"Endless years!"

The ancestor of the Wen family had a sore nose.

Among the soul ancestors, he was the worst talented and the oldest, and it was only through carefulness and care that he reached the realm of soul.

On the strength alone, among the soul-striking ancestors, stay with the last seat.

The ancestor of the Wen family knew that it was impossible to catch up with others on the talents of spiritual practice, so he devoted most of his energy to the exercise of this red sword.

He even believes that this red sword is the only magic weapon on this continent, and it is his greatest reliance on fighting against a group of soul-sense powerful men. It is also his last hope to reach the peak of martial arts.

But now, this instrument has only stabbed a little monk in a sea of ​​air. Why is it that the soul mark that has nurtured countless years has died out.

He couldn't figure it out, he couldn't figure it out.

Not only the ancestors of the Wen family could not figure it out, and even Xu Yi, who was the party, did not know his own body, and what kind of damage it had brought to this instrument.

It turned out that all the causes and effects were still in Xu Yi's weird soul, nourished by the power of thunder, and his soul was stronger than imagined.

Once the ancestor of the Wen family slams out, it will not only hurt the human body, but also cause a devastating blow to the enemy's soul.

Xu Yi's body suffered great trauma, but his soul was too tough, and there was still a trace of thundering power around him.

The ancestors of the literary ancestors did not perform their merits, but suffered from it. The power of the soul, which had been condensed on the instrument for many years, was easily dissipated by the thunderous force wrapped around Xu Yi's soul.

Xu Yi didn't know it at all, but the ancestor of the Wen family was heartbroken.

If he had known this situation before, how far he had traveled, for no reason, he suddenly envied the demon Jun Chi who had run early.

As the ancestors of the Wen family were distraught, everyone before the Great Falls finally reached a consensus.

For a time, the top 100 people lined up in a row, filling the Baizhang fracture line instantly.

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