Among the seventy-two veins of the ancient Xuanmen, there is a very extreme sect.

The disciples of this sect are all ascetics. They give up almost all desires. They are not close to women, refuse to have pleasures, and have coarse tea and light meals every day, with only a seat of sackcloth to cover their bodies.

They don't use any weapons and magic weapons, nor do they do anything about the art of foreign pill talismans, all they temper is their own physical body.

They're scary? Not really. Even if ordinary people slap them and spit in their faces, they will not fight back, they will only silently dodge.

But they were not cowardly, but because the cultivators of this sect only had one chance to fight in their lives.

And this only shot can only be one purpose:

Curse the evil!

The cultivation of this sect has so many restrictions, in exchange for the incredible ability to suppress the evil forces.

The Evil Aversion Sect is their name, which means that the Evil Demon Outer Dao shook his head when he heard it.

What a hatred of a bunch of crazy people! When you see them, you have to take a detour.

But precisely because of the fierce reputation, many major repairs of the Evil Aversion Sect did not even wait for this only chance to make a move in his life.

When these major repairs soar, this obsession with evil will turn into a spirit and remain in the world, and this spirit will wait quietly with all the cultivation of the original owner.

When a good person activates his spirit for the purpose of punishing evil spirits, this obsession will be completely released, ushering in this battle that is ready to be looked forward to for a lifetime!

The overflowing spirit sank into Sun Xiang's eyebrows, and a huge and majestic divine thought enveloped him. Zhuang Yan's golden light fell from the sky, penetrated the stratum of the fortress, and shone on him.

In the golden light, Sun Xiang's form underwent an incredible change. He stood barefoot on the ground with a bare head, a tattered sackcloth, and a ragged linen robe. His muscles swelled all over his body, and a pair of iron fists bulged with bulging joints, full of explosive power.

This seems to be Sun Xiang, and it doesn't seem to be.

This was a change beyond everyone's imagination, and the cultivators who were originally passionate did not know the depths, and the attack was pinched in their hands and hesitated.

Of course, there are also many meritorious people who don't care about these bells and whistles, they roar angrily to cheer themselves up, and smash the ready attack at the golden person in the field.

More than a hundred cyan sword qi swept towards Sun Xiang from all directions, even if his skin was as thick as Tu Peng, he would be disintegrated by Ling Chi in such a dense and powerful attack.

In the face of this impenetrable sword qi rain, Sun Xiang spread out his palm, and at the same time, the tip of his right foot drew a futon-sized circle on the ground.

Thunderbolt Draw the Ground as a Dungeon!

The frenzied sword qi had already slashed into Sun Xiang's body, and the excited cultivator's eyes widened, looking forward to the moment he was torn apart. But Sun Xiang's figure shook for a while.

The sword qi passed through the phantom in vain and smashed to the ground, leaving a huge slash mark behind.

It turned out that Sun Xiang used his body to dodge this sword qi at the moment when the sword qi reached his body. Because the speed of the dodge is too fast, it leaves an afterimage in place.

Then the second, third, and more than 100 sword qi flashed by him one by one. The speed was so fast that the afterimage didn't have time to disappear, and it was as if there was a nine-headed and twelve-armed Sun elephant standing in place.

After a round of attacks, Sun Xiang still spread out his palms and stood in place. But the ground has long been staggered and blown to pieces.

Wei Kaicheng and others were affected, but Zhao Chi, Fan Haoran and others used their magical powers, protecting them and civilians behind them, and they retreated step by step, giving up the battlefield to Sun Xiang, who was mighty.

The cultivators of this kind of body method had never heard of it, and they stopped attacking for a while. One of the sharp-eyed guys screamed, "Look at his feet!"

Sun Xiang used his toes to dodge, leaving behind layers of footprints. But these footprints are all in a circle the size of a futon, isn't this the circle that Sun Xiang drew at the beginning!

In other words, Sun Xiang's dodge just now was all in this square inch. This is completely beyond the comprehension of the practitioner. Here's what they understand to dodge:

A sword qi flew in, and it flashed ten meters away, this is a great posture. If you can flash out a hundred meters away, it is a god-level body method.

How could there be a dodge method that draws the ground as a prison! The key is that Sun Xiang really dodged all of them, which has already touched the blind spot of the cultivators' knowledge.

In fact, Thunderbolt Drawing the Ground as a dungeon was originally one of the top methods of the last era. These practitioners did not understand why Sun Xiang had drawn a circle to trap him.

Because Sun Xiang drew a circle with his toes, it was not himself who was trapped, but these people.

What's inside, what's outside? These are just assumptions of the human heart. When the mind of a cultivator is infinite, it is not inconceivable to reverse such an assumption.

When a group of people are locked up in a prison, can they hit the people outside the prison?

Of course not!

The dodge rate of Thunderbolt Draw is 100%, as long as Sun Xiang stays in the circle, no matter how many people gather fire, it will not affect him!

Of course, today's cultivators can't understand the subtlety of the top body method of the previous era, and some people think that they have seen through the flaws of drawing the ground as a prison.

"He can't leave that circle, everyone gathered around and slaughtered him!"

No less than 100 people gave up the long-range attack and pressed side by side, I don't believe that Sun Xiang can still dodge in this way. This time, however, they were a little more cautious, divided into several squads, and approached from all directions.

Attacking a single person is always the most effective, and when a team of several people attacks at the same time from the front, back, left, right, and up, down, this Sun Xiang does not have three heads and six arms.

Sun Xiang does not have three heads and six arms, it should be said that he is far more than three heads and six arms.

Seven Stars Flash!

Sun Xiang's figure disappeared in the circle, and in the next moment, seven Sun Xiang appeared in the audience at the same time. These Sun elephants used seven ways to blast heavy punches from seven angles, and directly killed the seven leading guys into slag.

All this happened between lightning and fire, and the cultivators who surrounded him did not react in the slightest. When the seven corpses turned into a blood mist and burst open, Sun Xiang appeared in place. Only this time, he shook his hand and evaporated the dirty blood on it.

This is more scary, and everyone takes a step back in unison. But in Tu Peng's cold snort, he had to stand in place again.

Jia Hao knew that he could no longer watch the battle, he roared angrily, raised his gun and swept away, and there was a burst of lightning for a while. At the same time, Tu Peng, who had not made a move, flew up from behind obliquely, striking Sun Xiang left and right.

The two of them are lifelong friendships, and they cooperate tacitly without verbal communication.

Sun Xiang is another seven-star flash, and the target is Tu Peng, who is wide open in the middle door. At a speed that Tu Peng would never be able to react, he slammed a heavy punch into Tu Peng's chest.

Time froze for a moment, and Tu Peng lowered his head and looked at his chest...... Intact.

"You can't hurt me!"

"Hahaha! He can't hurt me!"

Tu Peng shouted excitedly, and the cultivators' morale was boosted for a while, and they no longer flinched but rushed like crazy.