Although the southern Xinjiang is not as close to the West Mountain as imagined, even if it is a long time for the Ming Hong, Song Yan can occasionally feel the West Mountain in such a short time through the Ming Hong, it is completely because he and Zhang Rui have already walked a long way before this.

At this time, when Song Yan returned to the Black Purple Lake, there was already a recovery from the appearance of a good time, the number of various fish and shrimp was amazing, although the number of demonic beasts was still small and pitiful, but now he only looked at the fish and shrimp lightly, and it was full of vitality. Along the way, Song Yan didn't appreciate any beautiful pure color, and Minghong's body was also in the right hole of the Black Purple Lake, and he didn't mean to delay at all.

Although Song Yan was inside the body of the Dead Hong, he could see everything outside the body of the Dead Hung clearly. Because even when he was swimming, his single eye was always open, and not only that, but his body also had a special function, that is, Song Yan's divine thoughts could penetrate through his body and think about the entire Black Purple Lake. And this kind of penetration is not simply just throwing it over, but adding a long distance to Song Yan's original divine thoughts, so that Song Yan, who has already seen a range of thousands of miles, has an entire hundred miles.

Although it was only a short Bai Li, it could not but be said to be a considerable improvement for Song Yan, whose divine thoughts were already very powerful. In the past, although his body mind had a detection range of thousands of miles, but in this IQ Song Yan even if he wanted to move forward. It was already a little impossible, because Song Yan only had the strength of the Martial Emperor at this time, but his body and mind already had the ability to rival the Martial Emperor. This is simply against the sky for a person who only has the level of a martial sect.

However, such an advantage also carries a great disadvantage, that is, Song Yan's divine thoughts have been finalized, and I am afraid that even if he really reaches the realm of martial saints one day, he will not grow even a little. So on the whole, Song Yan is still relatively losing. Because if an ordinary person reaches the realm of martial saints, then the greatest growth in that realm is the divine thought itself, because the growth of a person's own strength is limited. Basically, when you reach the realm of the Martial Emperor, you have already reached the limit, so when you grow to the realm of the Martial Emperor, there is almost no room for the growth of physical martial arts. Moreover, the difference between the Martial Emperor and the Martial Saint itself lies in the ideological realm. This kind of thing is actually the comprehension of the realm, the martial arts and exercises. The more you comprehend, the more you will be able to create a subtle realm.

When the Huang Zong realm was born, this person also entered the realm of martial saints. Therefore, it turned out that Song Yan had been cheering for the growth of his body in advance for a long time at the beginning, but when he realized this one day, it was too late to do anything. He tried to train himself using the method of cultivating divine thoughts, but in the end, he still couldn't improve an inch. Later, Song Yan temporarily put aside this problem because he cared about Zhang Rui's affairs, after all, it was still very early to reach the realm of martial saints, and it was not suitable to think about those unattainable things at all. So for the first time, Song Yan still focused on trying to save Zhang Rui.

However, today, he suddenly felt an increase in his forehead thoughts in the body of the Stygian, which had to be said to be a milestone. As long as Song Yan stays in this Shenhong's body when he wants to cultivate his perception in the future, then his divine thoughts will be increased a lot. In this way, even if he did not reach the subtlety of comprehension, Song Yan's divine thoughts really grew. In this way, a form was formed, that is, Song Yan's realm was not raised. But his body and mind have indeed reached the level of a martial saint, so if he comprehends, he will get twice the result with half the effort. Even if the body mind does not grow when he reaches the realm of the Martial Saint in the future, Song Yan will not be worried, at least it will reach the realm of the Martial Saint, and it will not be motionless in the realm of being stuck in the realm of the Martial Emperor. Therefore, Song Yan is still quite happy, and it is very likely that he will meet the senior elder on this trip, and at that time, when the senior comes to help her, Song Yan's cultivation progress will definitely be much faster.

Although Song Yan has also made a lot of progress during this time, he can completely feel that his progress is not too regular, if there are no two spirits of heaven and earth, it is estimated that he will rely on natural cultivation Song Yan can have a martial artist realm to this day. The huge Stygian Hung kept cruising in the Black Purple Lake. After the past two months, Song Yan wanted to land in southern Xinjiang again, but Song Yan, who had just landed, was surprised. Because it's a very different place than when he first came.

Song Yan walked on the road for a few hours, but he didn't see anyone, only the corpse of a person who had not appeared on the road for two hundred years. Seeing these corpses, Song Yan's signal was always a sudden. It turns out that although the Southern Xinjiang gives him the feeling that it is not as good as the Eastern Regions, there are still many upgrades in it, and it is not like it is a completely dead domain now. Song Yan followed his memory, and when it was almost dusk, he finally came to the place where he first met her husband again. But now and inside is already a mountain of corpses and a sea of corpses. Almost all of them died walking here. And that's not the most critical thing. Beside these dead people, one day there was a deep trench, and inside the trench was full of blood. It looks like it's going to be a river of blood first. But this river of blood is boundless and long. Song Yan's heart was a little touched, who would have such a big arm to slaughter all the creatures in the entire southern Xinjiang. "What is this?" Looking at the rivers of blood, Song Yan's heart suddenly moved, and then his body quickly flew into the sky under the drive of the psychic bone wings.

And it's still spreading. "What?" the two of them were taken aback when they saw this, because it was only a breath away from the woman's move. They never thought that this woman would be vaporized with so much flesh and blood in a single breath. The two stared blankly at the woman, there was no way they could help her anymore. I could only watch him slowly melt into a pile of ashes. And in the end, it is only a few breaths that have passed.

Seeing this, the woman who is not weak in your senses died like this. The heart of that person who came could not help but feel the holy weapon, the feeling of the rabbit dying and the fox being sad. "Okay, don't change your name! If you don't change your surname, don't hide your head and show your tail if you kill us!" "Song Yan!" Song Yan's identification still hasn't changed, and he didn't care about it, and when the other party was his own name, he returned twice. "Hiss......!" The old man secretly took a breath of cold air when he heard this, and then forced a smile and said: "I didn't expect it to be Brother Song Yan, I think we are a young woman and a middle-aged uncle of the two people behind, but their cultivation is a little worse than the old man, and they are all Wuzun Seven Heavens."

However, their cultivation did not need to be the old man in front of them, but after these two people rushed out of the flying car again, they raised their faces to the sky, and they didn't even look at Song Yan. "Who is ahead!The Ghoul Door is casting a spell, I advise you to get out of the way quickly, otherwise you will ......" The two high-spirited people did not say anything to Song Yan, on the contrary, the first to speak was an old man who looked very kind, but what this old man said with one mouth was not so good.

This is actually not to blame him, they are all martial artists, and in their eyes, all people who are lower than their cultivation are ants. At this time, although Song Yan looked extraordinary, he couldn't hide the fact that he was a martial sect, although the strength of this martial sect had also reached the Nine Heavens, but in the eyes of these three people, even if he almost didn't reach the realm of martial arts, it was no different from an ant. So after meeting Song Yan, none of the three of them had any polite intentions. But Song Yan didn't make any moves because of their attitude, he still waved his wings motionlessly, standing quietly in the air.

Seeing his words, the young man in front of him did not say anything, and the old man obviously felt that his face was a little unbearable. Immediately, his face changed, and he was counted at this exit to question the other party, but just after this, the youngest woman beside him suddenly raised her arm. And when the arm was raised, a sound came out instantly. "What nonsense is there with such a thing as him! Damn, let the old lady destroy her! It just so happens that the master's magic circle is still a little bit of plasma, so use this kid to fill the remaining insufficient plasma!" The woman's words were very arrogant, and then the silver light flashed in his hand, and a small crystal sword was released by him. Seeing that the woman did it directly without saying a word, the old man and the middle-aged man did not have any expression, just watched coldly. Obviously, they think that the woman's approach is also very decent. At least they wouldn't object.

"Get out!" When Song Yan faced the famous woman, he didn't pay all his attention to him, but was still concentrating on the river of blood on the ground. At this time, Song Yan's heart was already dripping blood, although he was not usually kind-hearted, but killing so many people at once still made him feel very uncomfortable. It is conceivable that the reason why these people in front of them died may have been just to add a little more blood to this river of blood in preparation for the formation of their huge magic circle. It was difficult for Song Yan to accept such a careless disregard for human life, a trace of hatred rose in his heart little by little, he didn't have to think about it to understand that these people must have been killed by the group of people in front of him, even if they didn't burn them all, but some of them must have nothing to do with them. And at this time, the woman took the initiative to shoot at Song Yan. This is how Song Yan can not be angry.

After a frenzied snort, Song Yan quickly took out the small mirror. This holy weapon was the most powerful of the Divine Crystal Pupil Technique in his left eye. As early as when he was in Xishan, Song Yan didn't use this thing when he was fighting with those king-level demonic beasts, but at this time, Song Yan planned to use it to completely burn the woman in front of him to ashes. His movements were not slow, and when the woman's silver mang was about to get closer, Song Yan's small mirror also shot out a light purple pillar of light, and then at the moment when the light pillar and the silver mang just intersected, the silver mang was instantly burned into a drop of silver water like Yang Chun's white snow.

And the speed of the pillar of light was not dampened by the silver rays at all. While talking about the silver mangs burned to ashes, the pillar of light also came to the woman's side. At this time, the woman still thought that Song Yanhui was quickly shot out of a transparent hole by her own silver mang. He can have such self-confidence, it is completely because this silver mang is a rare magic weapon, and it is also the top existence in the magic weapon. One can withstand the attacks of three mid-level magic weapons in turn. But he was proud of himself, and he didn't even see that his silver light had turned into a drop of silver water. When the purple pillar of light arrived, he panicked and wanted the pig to be the attack of the pillar of light. But by this time it was already too late. Song Yan's pillar of light wore a transparent hole on the female supreme without any damping. Although the speed of this pillar of light was fast, his power did not seem to be very great.

When the woman's body was pierced through a hole, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, because in his opinion, this hole was not much of a threat, as long as he didn't die, then give him enough time, he could completely recover. So after knowing for the first time that she didn't die directly, the woman's body wanted to retreat back. He felt that he underestimated Song Yan, so he was attacked by the other party, and then he was hurt. Therefore, he wanted to hide first, and then let the remaining two deal with Song Yan, while he had a good rest first, after all, he had already been hurt. Not only did he think so, but the two people up and down also had the same plan as him. Originally, the man wanted to be born when he was attacked, but they were still half a beat slower. But I thought that the woman would die directly, but after seeing that his body was just a small hole, the hearts of the two were completely relaxed. Then the two of them aimed their angry eyes at Song Yan, and as soon as they moved, Xiangjiang Song Yan was killed here. But at this moment, the woman who had already retreated suddenly let out a miserable scream, and the two people who had rushed towards Song Yan immediately subconsciously looked back, and the one in between them thought that the other party would also have a shield that could block the attack of his small mirror. Because of this, the middle-aged people escaped.

However, although his sneak attack failed, Song Yan did not feel any pressure because of this. Originally, the sneak attack was the icing on the cake, it was naturally best to succeed, and it didn't matter if it failed, the big deal was that Song Yan delayed them for a while. Thinking of this, Song Yan pointed the small mirror at the old man, and he wanted to see how many times these two people could take over his attacks. "Poof!" This time the mirror's attack was much stronger than before, and a pillar of purple light shot out of the small mirror. Compared with the previous pillars of light, this time the light is not only rich, but also full circle. And the moment he appeared, a soft sound formed in the air around him. It's like something is cutting through the air.

When Song Yan used Xiao Jing before, there was no such outfit no matter what time it was. And in Song Yan's heart, he also had a clear feeling, that is, the essence of attacking himself this time also disappeared all of a sudden. If you calculate it carefully, the door is quite one-fifth of it.

(End of chapter)