Without the strength of the Yuan Infant Stage, he didn't even have the qualifications to stand in front of Mo Ye at all.

This was the conclusion that many senior cultivators had come to after observing the video materials that had been recorded during Mo Ye's recent attacks.

The Silver Armor Warlord naturally knew this, and he knew very well that as a member of the Wei family, as a person who could master the secret technique of 'being able to control the sky without stepping on a flying sword', he knew far more than ordinary cultivators.

The moment he chose to stop in front of Mo Ye, he had already anticipated all the endings that would belong to him.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that this ending would come so quickly.

"Smack!"

He didn't see Mo Xie make a move, and he didn't even see Mo Xie raise his hand.

All he saw was Mo Xie taking a step forward, and the armor on his body, which was secretly made from within the Wei family, shattered like a piece of paper.

All he saw was a pair of cold eyes, cold than the autumn moon, cold over the water, and cold over the cloudy wine.

After the cold, it is scorching, it is dark, it is drowsy.

He lost consciousness.

I didn't have time to light the gun in my hand, I didn't have time to look back at the brothers behind me, I didn't have time to bloom my roar in the heavens and the earth, and I tried that there was still some righteousness in the world.

He fell, like an eagle with its wings broken.

Mo Xie watched him fall from the sidelines.

"You're so weak. ”

There was no mockery, and there was no arrogance in being the winner, as if the person who fell was Mo Xie himself, not the silver-armored warrior who didn't even have his name left.

Because Mo Xie knew that just like this silver-armored warrior was like an ant in his eyes, he was just an ant that could be manipulated at will in the eyes of some people.

The Silver Armor Battle will fight for his young master's life, and Mo Xie is not fighting for the people he cares about?

He has fulfilled the silver armor, but he does not know who can fulfill him.

"Whoever stands in my way, die!"

Hardening his heart and no longer caring whether the silver-armored warrior would fall to his death, several fluid-like sword qi appeared around Mo Ye, winding like a snake.

The sword is like a snake, and a man is like a scorpion.

No one dared to stop in front of him anymore, not even to help the silver-armored warriors who fell into the air.

Obviously, he had only shot down one person, but all the monks standing opposite Mo Xie had expressions on their faces as if they had already died once.

There are more than one or two people and things that have fallen.

Mo Xie led the angels through the retreating dead soldiers, no one launched a suicide attack, they all lowered their eyes, until Mo Xie and his party disappeared into the sky, and it was not until the monks who had been following far behind followed them that they stood up as if they had regained their souls.

"You've done your best. ”

Some people comforted, but more people looked at these Wei family monks who didn't even dare to move their hands and became defeated without even daring to move, but everyone tacitly did not mention the silver-armored warrior who fell into the air and his life and death was unknown.

It's like this person never really existed in the world.

"Yes, in the face of such a strong person, we have indeed tried our best. ”

Raise your head, stand tall again, and the soul you find is still not the original one?

Does it matter?

They are still alive.

The curtain of the great world has been lifted, and immortality will always come out.

That's what everyone in the know, or at least has.

And convinced.

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Lost soul, despaired, lost God.

Zhao Chongtian's eyes were pried open, and his wandering eyeballs and slightly dilated pupils were enough to be notified of his critical illness if he were placed in a mortal hospital.

But in the cultivation realm, these are all small things.

Summoning spirits, searching for spirits, and concentrating on the mind, as long as they gather enough materials and put on a suitable formation, even a monk in the foundation building period is enough to restore Zhao Chongtian to normal.

Zhao Lao did the same.

In the bright red array, turtles and snakes are entangled, and the gossip is complicated and intertwined, depicting Zhao Chongtian's life.

There were two people lying in the array, one of them was naturally Zhao Chongtian, and the other was a child.

"Zhao Chongtian! Wake up!"

There is no need for any fancy tricks or formulas, and the monk who presides over the formation stands outside the formation and sends out his hard work with the long sword in his hand.

Blood dripped on Zhao Chongtian's forehead, and also on the child's eyebrows.

The name is a curse, the blood is the bridge, and the wisps of black gas overflowed from Zhao Chongtian's eyebrows, and flowed into the child's body along the bridge established by the blood, but in the blink of an eye, the child's original white and red face turned into complete black.

After about a quarter of an hour, there was no longer black qi gushing out of Zhao Chongtian's eyebrows, and his open eyes no longer moved, and gradually became brighter.

"Whew!"

After another quarter of an hour, Zhao Chongtian let out a sigh of relief and slowly sat up.

"Get rid of the 'garbage'. ”

Like an ordinary person waking up from his bed in the morning and getting up, the expression on Zhao Chongtian's face was very indifferent, and he stretched out his hand and took the life of the child lying in the formation with a single click.

"In addition, go and stock up on more 'goods'. ”

Zhao Chongtian walked out of the formation, and from beginning to end, he didn't glance at the monk who was presiding over the operation of the formation.

"Yes. ”

The monk who presided over the formation looked accustomed to this, and he even showed a slightly excited expression because of Zhao Chongtian's extra words to him.

The ritual of burying a child and a large amount of blood apparently from a living human is naturally invisible, this array is hidden in the secret room deep in the Zhao family, Zhao Chongtian came out of the formation, and found Zhao Lao as soon as he left the secret room.

Or that Zhao Lao has been waiting for him.

"I have sent to take the relics. ”

The high-level dialogue within the Zhao family does not need any politeness and circles, and Zhao Lao looked at Zhao Chongtian, who had already returned to normal, and said so.

Just as Zhao Chongtian returned to normal at this moment, Zhao Lao had also returned to normal, the deficit in his body had the Zhao family's massive supply of pills, and the loss of Shouyuan was supplemented by the Zhao family's internal secret method, and Zhao Lao did not lose anything, except for his face.

"I'll contact Mo Xie, I'm afraid the relics won't be of much use in front of that guy. ”

Zhao Chongtian understood what Zhao Lao meant, and when he found himself lying in that formation and being awakened in that way, he knew that there was another burden on his shoulders.

That immature boy and Zhao Chongtian have the same fate, and it is not easy to find two people with the same fate, even with the help of modern science.

After consuming such scarce resources, what Zhao Lao wanted was more than just the combat power of a late Yuan Infant.

"Good. ”

Zhao Lao nodded, and then grabbed it with both hands, and a yin and yang diagram condensed in the void.

The yin-yang diagram slowly expanded, and finally a door was formed.

Zhao Chongtian raised his feet and stepped into the door and disappeared.