The Dangerous Cultivator

"When can I turn my face with the old guy, I can't wait any longer, this shabby body has reached its limit."

The old ghost, who turned into Xu Yi's ghost, didn't get into Zhou Shirong's body, so he couldn't wait to urge it.

"On these days, there will be no delay. You can rest assured that I will return the corpse to you regardless of success or failure."

Once Xu Yi in Tsing Yi sat cross-legged, at the moment he was standing on the top of the Cangying Cliff hundreds of feet away from Yanwuchang.

Naturally, Xu Yi, who made the fifth turn of the undefeated gold body, was not so easy to die.

It was originally the result of his elaborate planning to meet the domineering blow of God of War's Dragon Halberd.

On the one hand, he was eager to take this opportunity to make use of another waste, and let the people of Ming Shenzong, Purgatory and others, and the arrogant war gods come to the endless fight.

For both, he would like to try the limit of this body's ability to resist attack. The simple evil spirit can no longer cause him a devastating blow. The dim red dragon drilled from the dragon halberd is obviously more severe than the evil spirit attack. If you encounter it, you will naturally try it.

The result of the attempt barely satisfied him. Although the injuries caused were severe, they were far from fatal.

As for the cliff, it was naturally the fuse he laid, and the ghost message that attracted Zhou Shirong's performance was the torch that ignited the fuse.

At this moment, he sat on the cliff and watched the terrible killing on the martial arts field. He was so happy that he rarely showed good looks to Zhou Shirong.

"Is this true?"

Zhou Shirong only felt the gloomy sky for a long time, finally showing the meaning of blooming a little light.

"What do I need for a corpse? What do you want?"

Xu Yi's eyes detached from the battlefield and shifted to the red **** Qisha Soul Stele.

Six weird seven "killing" characters have already been illuminated, and the last one is also lit at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhou Shirong is very satisfied with Xu Yi's answer. Indeed, the corpse has no effect on Xu Yi. The only use is to restrain himself, and Xu Yi has restrained his role. So far, he has seen that it must be for thoughtful work and killing by child. Father, how wicked.

After solving Zhou Daogan, why do he need to play Zhou Shirong again? With the current ability of the thief, he does not need to be a killer himself.

You don't need your own help, naturally you don't need to control yourself, you don't need to control yourself, why keep a corpse and make yourself peep.

Figured out this section, Zhou Shirong completely settled down.

"Nothing, you go first."

The last word "kill" is about to be completed. According to Mr. Su's statement, the immortal plays martial arts and is about to start. How can Xu Yi and Zhou Shirong make nonsense.

After Zhou Shirong went, Xu Yi invaded the thoughts of Xu Mihuan, and was planning to bring out the realm of death and death to welcome the immortal performance of martial arts. He first felt a slight tremor from the mourning stick. The weird trembling of the fluttering flag seemed to meet the children who couldn't wait for the great toys.

As soon as he thought about it, Xu Yi summoned the Blood River Banner. Unexpectedly, the banner was in his hands, and a horrible suction almost sucked the Blood River Banner out of his hands.

Xu Yi urged the power of tactics, and the power of Jiu Niu was born instantly, barely resisting this powerful suction.

Immediately, the eye sockets became hot, and thick black mist gathered from all directions, rushing wildly towards the Blood River Banner.

After turning his thoughts, Xu Yi immediately understood that these dark mists came from the battlefield and were the ghosts of countless deaths.

On the killing ground, there are corpses like mountains, so many strong ghosts, no wonder Blood River Banner and Crying Stick are going to react.

Compared to the mourning stick, Blood River Banner's desire to devour the soul is undoubtedly stronger.

The endless black mist rushed towards the Blood River Banner, and immediately centered on the Blood River Banner, a horror vortex formed.

The crimson flag became more and more dreary and infiltrating. As the engulfment progressed, the color changed from red to dark. Gradually, the flag surface had fine grains.

Just then, a groan came from the Qishahunbei, and the last word "kill" was all lit.

Xu Yi was so anxious. At the moment, he quickly rushed out of the Xu Mihuan and called a reins, tied the flag handle tightly, and tied it firmly to his arm.

With both feet hard, a pit gradually appeared under the feet, and a little bit of squeezed into it. At last, the two long legs were almost completely buried in the rock.

When the flag handle was released, a strong pulling force came from his arm immediately. Thanks to his half body embedded in the rock, he was able to withstand the strong pulling force.

Barely stabilizing the Blood River Banner, Xu Yi hurriedly called for the birth and extinction, and cast his eyes on the Qisha Soul Monument. The soul monument suddenly turned on, the redness disappeared, and the Seven Kills disappeared, as if it were a pure white jade jade. , A shadow of a pure white jade man, suddenly jumped on, holding a sword, dancing.

One move and one style, moving and harmonious, can not be said to be magical, but it is natural, staring for a long time, and gradually looking at the edge of the sword, Lingtai is hot, and the vision of the eye looks again.

The sun in the sky glowed with pale light, and the weeping willows on both sides of the road were also browned by this long-lasting heat.

A ragged young man was pulling an old scooter, and the scooter was piled with coal blocks that were compacted with porcelain, and less than two kilograms.

The wide belt, which has been able to withstand the burr, was bundled into a thin strand by the huge pulling force, and was deeply drawn into both shoulders, almost into the flesh.

The youth's skinny face was red and black, and no sweat was seen. It was not that the sweat could not seep out, but it just leaked out. It was immediately scorched by the hot sun and roasted without trace.

Every time you step on the ground, you get a thick, thin green leg.

As the old oxen supported Taishan, step by step, facing the stove-like sun, he marched on the smoky road.

When the eyes were bursting with yellow eyes, faintly flickering into the fire, subconsciously, the youth knew that the destination had arrived, and the tight-stringed string suddenly slackened.

The moment when the belt was removed from the flesh, it was as if the scalp had been peeled off, and the young man's dim consciousness was painful and clear-cut.

"The afterlife of the Lao Xu family, hurry up and rest, the futuristic sky can burn people to death.

Under the thick old locust tree, Zhang Laohan in the burning kiln shouted weakly. The scorching weather made the skinny old man unable to stand. He hid under the shade of the tree and left only underpants on his body .

The young man staggered under the tree, and finally fell to the ground, almost falling down.

Zhang Laohan held it up, and I didn't know where to touch an old yellow gourd, and slid the mouth of the gourd into the mouth of the youth.

The cold salt water filled the lips and teeth, and the youth was so comfortable that his soul was almost out of touch.

Looking at the young man's black face that almost smoked, Zhang Laohan resisted his distress and drank a bite of saline before putting away the gourd.

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