I remember that a former boss who pretended to be a criminal and went so crazy with his practice that he couldn't move said something like this:

"I don't care to take advantage of others. ”

Then he lost an arm.

Pride is a great sin, and anyone who commits it will be punished.

"You ......"

Zhou Xinyan was thrown to the ground, and the wounds on his body broke open in several places in the collision, he felt pain, but more, he felt ashamed.

It's like a little girl who has been stripped naked and thrown on the street, which is an innate sense of shame and shame.

Shame on your own helplessness, shame on being mocked by a group of creatures who are not necessarily higher than yourself, shame on being robbed of your clothes for various reasons.

obviously escaped with his life, but Zhou Xinyan had the psychology of hating and dying immediately at a certain moment.

But he soon relented.

The chains have been completely removed, especially after the pair that locked the pipa bone was removed, the spiritual power in Zhou Xinyan's body began to flow spontaneously.

He is also a monk in the infant stage, and he has become a part of his body after practicing a technique for thousands of years.

"Whew!"

Monks, as long as they have spiritual power, they can have infinite possibilities.

Because spiritual power means everything in the cultivation system, it can be the command of the imperial magic weapon, it can be the energy to perform the magic trick, or it can be the firewood that sustains life.

Zhou Xinyan inhaled deeply, and as the cyan light in his large inhalation array poured into his mouth like water, and soon, his body began to show a dark blue color.

"Huh?"

Mo Xie clearly sensed that Zhou Xinyan's injuries were rapidly improving, and the gouged out eyes grew first, followed by Life Root, but before he could grow his hands and feet, a group of uninvited guests broke in.

"Can't let the old fur recover! stop him!"

Twenty flying swords were hurled before the intruder's footsteps and voices, and a dangerous light shimmered over them.

"Is it popular to use swords like this these days?"

Mo Xie looked at the pile of flying swords, and then looked at the Huolin Sword that he had overhauled in his hand.

"The sword, that's not how it is used. ”

said this, but Mo Ye did not jump out at this time to show up to the trenches outside who were using spiritual weapons as bombs, but flashed back to Zhou Yan's tombstone with great skill to take temporary refuge, ah, no, it should be said that it was a 'strategic retreat'!

The targets of the twenty swords were all Zhou Xinyan, and the latter was also aware of this.

"Royal!"

Forced to stop the suction in his mouth, Zhou Xinyan spit out a word.

One word for one.

The light of Xuan Qing erupted from his body, enveloping him like a cocoon.

"Boom!"

Before he recovered his hands and feet, he could only cast the simplest tricks, and many flying swords stabbed on the light cocoon in an instant, and Zhou Xinyan was blown upside down in the violent explosion, and he had already vomited several mouthfuls of black blood halfway.

Legend has it that the product of his own digestion after eating his own flesh is black, and it seems that there is some basis for this statement.

"Plop!"

Zhou Xinyan fell on the edge of the tombstone, which should be the result of his deliberate interference, and at the moment of landing, he forced out a mouthful of blood from his heart and sprayed violently on the tombstone by the impact of the ground and his back.

"Brother help me!"

There is no time to care about Mo Ye hiding behind the tombstone, Zhou Xinyan, as a leader among the monks, is familiar with the routines of the monks.

Twenty flying swords are just an appetizer.

The jade tombstone absorbed Zhou Xinyan's blood, and the black lines of the Tao continued to appear on the tombstone.

However, it takes time for the tombstone to absorb the essence and blood, and the lines on the tombstone only spread to the extent that they occupy the entire tombstone, and the main course is served.

A big man, a weak scholar, and a golden-clothed man with a weird yin and yang spirit, a group of nine people rushed into the big array.

"Dead old hair!"

They saw Zhou Xinyan and Mo Ye, but neither of them wasted their time and energy on Mo Ye.

What a group of young people who are well versed in the 'main contradiction' and the 'secondary contradiction'.

In the face of the ignorance of these good young people, Mo Ye did not make any statement, he neither took action to help Zhou Xinyan block the gun like some 'lonely masters', nor did he take the opportunity to stay away from the land of right and wrong.

He just watched and watched the battle between the elites of the Zhou family and the Zhou family.

The nine monks, led by the gold-clothed Zhou Qiyuan, each took out their best blades, among which the whip of the biao-shaped man and Zhou Qiyuan's fan were more peculiar, and the rest were all big road goods such as swords, which were not interesting in terms of trick routines.

"Fight quickly! I didn't expect this to be Zhou Yan's burial place!

Zhou Qiyuan's family history is obviously the best learned, he already realized a lot of things as soon as he saw the words on the tombstone, and as soon as he opened the fan, he was the first to step forward.

"Wind! Fire!"

With a fan in one hand, a fan in the other, and a trick in the other, two mouths were broken.

One wind rises, the second fan is on fire, and everyone chooses the most simple and crude means very tacitly in the pursuit of quick war.

The sword holding the sword light, the knife holding the knife qi, the whip holding the whip, rushed into Zhou Qiyuan's wind and fire style, and directly took Zhou Xinyan.

"Huh!"

The first to arrive is the whip shadow, and the cutting power of the whip tip under the high-speed swing is far better than that of the steel knife, and it is not a problem to open the stele and crack the stone.

Zhou Xinyan hadn't had time to stabilize the aura in his body that had been disordered in the explosion after vomiting blood to stimulate the tombstone before, and it was too late to temporarily build a defense in the face of this whip shadow, but after all, he had been immersed in the Jindan level for hundreds of years, and he was familiar with all the methods of this level.

He had already calculated the landing points of all the attacks in his mind when he saw everyone's starting moves.

So he spit out a mouthful of blood again, temporarily ignoring the disorder of spiritual power in his body, and manipulated this mouthful of blood into a spell and imprinted it on his chest.

"Boom!"

Zhou Xinyan didn't draw high-level talismans such as the Escape Talisman, what he printed on his chest was a fire talisman with a simple structure and simple function.

In other words, this is a trigger-type 'fireball technique'.

The fire talisman was triggered, and Zhou Xinyan was blown up like every victim who was hit in the chest by the fireball technique.

"Smack!"

The Whip Shadow passed by him, and it was only a few centimeters away from bringing a piece of meat from him.

Zhou Lao Wu naturally wouldn't stop there, I don't know how he moved, the whip turned in the air, leaving an extremely loud explosion in the air and then rolled towards Zhou Xinyan.

This change is very ingenious, but the fire talisman drawn by Zhou Xinyan is even more ingenious.

"Boom!"

There was another explosion, and Zhou Xinyan turned again in mid-air like an incarnation of a 'second kick', and narrowly avoided the whip.

Zhou Lao Wu's whip failed to catch up again, and Zhou Qiyuan's wind and fire style was still some way away, and Zhou Xinyan, who had a gap, finally had time to do the two most important things at the moment:

1. Regulates the disordered spiritual power in the body.

2. Strive for all the forces that can be fought for.

"Brother Moxie, if you help me tide over the difficulties! I promise: the treasures in the Zhou family's treasure house are up to you to choose!"