"Boom"

Xiang Yang's whole body seemed to fall apart at this time, the wound caused by the lancet on his shoulder was deep to the bone, and the force of hitting the giant tree shook his internal organs away, and blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, and his face was pale. But he didn't care so much at this time, struggled to hold the lancet stuck in his shoulder, and pulled the knife out of the tree with all his strength, and every time he pulled it out, it brought up a splash of blood.

Finally, without the support of the lancet, Xiang Yang slowly landed from the giant tree, fell heavily to the ground, and looked up at the purple-robed man.

The purple-robed man's state at this time was no better than Xiang Yang, holding another lancet in his right hand so that he would not fall, his face was paler than Xiang Yang, and his eyes were no longer bright, replaced by a confused color. It seems that Xiang Yang's spiritual sense invaded the lancet just now, causing a lot of damage to the purple-robed man, although the surface was not damaged, but the spiritual sense must have suffered a heavy blow.

Xiang Yang carried the lancet, staggered towards the other party, and when he came to him, he raised his hand and pointed at the forehead of the purple-robed man.

Suddenly, the lancet in Xiang Yang's hand was instantly shattered, turned into a little spirit crystal, and gathered towards the purple-robed man's hand, Xiang Yang didn't have time to retreat, but bullied forward, and waved his right palm down suddenly, vowing to kill this person and his palm, seeing that the purple-robed man was about to die on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, the figure of the purple-robed man burst out, and the palm of his right hand shone brightly, facing the palm that was about to fall on the top of his head, and greeted him, but the feeling from the palm of his hand didn't seem to be right, as if he hadn't photographed the real thing, suddenly, his face was cold, and the purple-robed people were shocked, and his mask was taken off by the young man in front of him, and the young man suddenly retreated back with the power of his palm, and disappeared without a trace in an instant。

It turned out that Xiang Yang had always been vigilant in his heart, although this was the first time he had fought with someone, but he kept thinking back to the scene when Guantian Ancestor fought with Demon Wei, and he retained a bit of aura at any time in case of accidents, especially the advice that Xiaoyao Hou said to himself, protecting himself from harm, it is always better than killing and injuring opponents, which saved Xiang Yang's life.

At this time, only the purple-robed man was left sitting in the forest, the mask on his head was nowhere to be seen, revealing the person's face, and his long black hair was casually draped over his shoulders.

The clear eyes are like water embedded in jade, the red lips are closed with affection, and the two distant mountains between the foreheads are red!

The purple-robed man crossed his knees, feeling the aura around him, and after a while, he was able to stagger and stand up, but his spiritual sense was damaged, and after all, he hurt himself too much, and staggered all the way to the west, glanced back in the direction of the spiritual capital, and finally did not go back.

Xiang Yang took advantage of the blow of the purple-robed man and fled towards the depths of the dense forest, and in a few breaths he was far away from the battlefield just now, and suddenly his feet slipped, he couldn't hold on anymore, and fell to the ground. Fighting the last trace of sobriety on the spiritual platform, Xiang Yang mobilized the few spiritual qi in the sea of qi, pierced the soil, sank himself into the soil, and a layer of pale green enchantment surrounded him, and after doing all this, Xiang Yang could no longer move a single bit, and fell asleep.

Three days later, a middle-aged man in a dark purple robe knelt down on one knee in front of Liu Chengping.

"Master, my subordinates waited outside the Lingdu for two days, and never waited for Lord Liu Linghu and Miss Chenxi, the subordinates were afraid of accidents, so they hurriedly followed the road they had to pass through, looking all the way, and finally found the body of Lord Liu Linghu not far from Ling, Miss Chenxi was not here, and the storage ring on Lord Liu Linghu was gone. ”

"Go down and tell Linglong about Linghu's death. Liu Chengping didn't seem surprised, but replied lightly.

It wasn't until the person in front of him left that anger appeared in his eyes, but he was quickly suppressed by him, and muttered: "Who could it be? Can hurt Chenxi, but let Chenxi escape, it seems that the cultivation is not high, is someone plotting here, or someone happened to pass by, and saw Linghu before he became murderous? It's just a pity that the Qianji Mask in the storage ring." ”

After pondering for a moment, he waved his hand, and there was another shadow floating in the air behind him.

Deep underground.

Xiang Yang woke up slowly, the flesh and skin wounds on his body had healed, but the wound on his shoulder pierced by the lancet had not healed, and there was not much spiritual energy left in the sea of qi, fortunately, everything was not a big problem, as long as he gave himself time, Xiang Yang believed that he would get better.

Thinking of this, he pinched the trick with his right hand to attract the spirit into the body, and the spiritual energy drilled down the soil to the ground, and began to repair the wound on his shoulder.

There is nothing important at the moment, Xiang Yang began to reflect on his own battle a few days ago, although it was the first time he fought with others, but in the face of opponents who were two realms higher than himself, he did not suffer any big losses, first, relying on his own unique physique, Xiang Yang found out in the battle that he could also absorb aura when fighting, so that he did not have to worry too much about the problem of lack of follow-up, this is undoubtedly the benefit of the heavenly spirit body, but Xiang Tianwen also said, what God gave you, what will be taken from you, what will be taken away from you, what will be taken away by yourself, so far, it seems that everything is fine, but some things have to be prevented。 Second, he was able to escape from the purple-robed man, and luck also accounted for a large part, and the purple-robed man's slight enemy at the beginning gave him a great chance.

If the other party uses all his strength to deal with him at the beginning, he is afraid that it will be difficult for him to escape, the other party's light enemy, plus he dares to fight to be seriously injured, release his spiritual sense, and invade the opponent's lancet, which caused the damage to the purple-robed person's spiritual sense, plus Liu Linghu's death, also had a great impact on her.

Whether it is the willow leaf flying flower or the lancet, it is only the practice of the purple-robed person, not her spirit crystal possession of the soul, this is the reason why Xiang Yang can survive, although the two seem to be not much different, but the power in them can never be the same

Speaking of Liu Linghu, Xiang Yang remembered that when he broke his qi sea, a ring happened to fall from his waist, and he picked it up at that time, and he could put it on his waist for personal collection, and it would not be an ordinary thing.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yang hurriedly took out his torn clothes and took them in his hand to take a closer look.

This thing is not special, it looks no different from ordinary rings, but the ring surface set on the ring is somewhat special, there seems to be aura seeping out faintly, is this thing really what kind of treasure, can be knocked over and over again to the sun, in addition to finding that the workmanship is exquisite, the ring surface is also extremely hard, Rao is the cultivation of the sun, squeezed for a long time, and the ring face has not been broken again.

Could it be that this thing is a magic weapon that can defeat the enemy with one move? Xiang Yang injected spiritual energy into it again, but the spiritual energy sank into the sea like a stone, and there was no reaction. Xiang Yang did not give up, the purpose of his attack on Liu Linglong this time was firstly to get back some interest from the second senior brother Xiao Kill, and second, Xiang Yang also wanted to see what kind of spiritual treasure it was, so that he could threaten Xiao Kill. Could it be that just such an ordinary ring can kill the power of the defending party under his hands?

Suddenly, Xiang Yang had an idea, he had heard Xiaoyao Hou mention that some strange people on the continent could extract a spirit crystal that could be used to store items from some spirit stones, could it be that this interface was this thing?

Xiang Yang released a spiritual sense, and probed towards the ring face, as soon as the spiritual sense came into contact, a small space appeared in front of Xiang Yang, and a mask made of unknown material was suspended in the air.

Xiang Yang stretched out his hand to take it, I don't know what animal leather this thing is made of, light and fluttering without a trace of weight, Xiang Yang is curious, this is a little similar to the noodles he played with when he was a child, but this thing looks much more mysterious, Xiang Yang played with a big heart, gently buckled the mask on his face, the tip of his right finger crossed the stone beside him, a stone mirror appeared in front of his face, Xiang Yang looked at the mirror, his face did not change, is it possible to start this thing What tricks can't be done, I couldn't help sighing, I knew this, it was better to ask Xiaoyao Hou more when going down the mountain, he always knew more。

Suddenly, Xiang Yang's eyes straightened, and his appearance in the mirror slowly changed into the appearance of Xiaoyaohou, and the "Xiaoyaohou" in the mirror touched his face and smirked dumbfounded.

Xiang Yang saw that this thing was interesting, and recalled the face of Master Mo Yi in his mind, and the Marquis of Xiaoyao in the mirror slowly turned into the appearance of Master Mo Yi, and even his temperament was not bad at all. Xiang Yang looked at the mirror and pretended to say, "Xiaoyaohou, are you guilty?" Before he finished speaking, he laughed out loud, this smile touched the wound on his shoulder, and he grinned in pain, Mo Yi in the mirror was not funny. Xiang Yang didn't seem to have enough fun, and after a while, he transformed into the appearance of the purple-robed man just now, looking at himself in the mirror, and a thick sadness that could not be dissolved appeared in the corner of his eyes.

In the end, Xiang Yang mustered up his courage, the face of the purple-robed man in the mirror changed again, and the face of a slightly fat middle-aged man appeared in the mirror, and the man opened his mouth and said to himself: "Yang'er, don't worry, everything is fine with your mother." After saying that, the man in the mirror left tears.

A few days later, a circular barrier rose from the ground, and out of it came a middle-aged man in tattered clothes, this person was Xiang Yang, but he seemed to have forgotten to change back to his original appearance, and he was still his father's appearance at the moment.

Xiang Yang hasn't seen the sun for a few days, at first glance, some can't open his eyes, stretch his waist, his body crackles, the cultivation of the past few days has made him feel very good, although the realm has barely improved, but if he fights with the purple-robed man again, Xiang Yang is confident that he will not be like last time, and almost lost his life.

Some progress is not reflected in the realm, for example, your combat experience and your understanding of yourself, in these two aspects, Xiang Yang has consciously improved a lot, not to mention that he is now a person with a spiritual treasure, although he will not improve his combat power, but it is also okay to disturb the enemy's mind at the key point, after all, the victory or defeat of the battle is often between breaths.

At the same time, the three giants of the world, who are rare in a hundred years, are sitting together at this moment, and next to these three people, there are two old people, and the five of them seem to be talking about this, and a curtain that determines the understanding of countless spiritual cultivators is slowly opening.