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As soon as Ji Wushen's movements changed, the aura around his body changed. Pbtxt

The fist wind is not as cold as before, but as soft as a spring breeze and drizzle.

The practice of physical boxing is very concise, and there are not too many fancy moves.

Xuanyuan Jue had a bad premonition at the moment when Ji Wushen stopped running the immortal power, but it wasn't until he caught Ji Wushen's random punch that he secretly said that it was not good.

Although the fist didn't seem to have much power, when it hit the wrist, a force that had never been felt before penetrated into the body. The real anger scurried around in his body, and Ji Wushen breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the other party was a little contemptuous, but it was not enough to just inject a trace of true qi.

Sure enough, in just a few breaths, Xuanyuan Jue forced his true qi out.

Then when he fought against her again, he became more vigilant, and several times Ji Wushen couldn't beat his true qi into his body again. Fortunately, Xuanyuan never knew the true qi, and he didn't know how to resist it. Moreover, the movements of physical training are unpredictable, and often a simple action contains countless changes.

Therefore, Xuanyuan was defeated and retreated, but Ji Wushen had no way to win.

Gradually, Xuanyuan became more and more unable to resist. But his eyes kept shining, this set of punches, this strange power, made him think that Ji Wushen got it in that thing. More affirmative that the thing must be obtained, and looked at the resentment that was becoming clearer and clearer not far away, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

The constant guide Ji Wushen went somewhere, and every time Ji Wushen practiced physical boxing, he would naturally enter a very mysterious state, so he didn't notice Xuanyuan's small movements at all.

Seeing that Xuanyuan was losing and retreating, Ji Wushen's confidence increased a lot. pbtxt

But just when she was about to strike with all her strength in the last lap, Xuanyuan's body in front of her suddenly flashed, but even so, her body was still firmly punched.

Xuanyuan held back the breath that kept surging in his heart, and struggled to pull out his whip and dodge behind Ji Wushen, using all his strength to whip her towards the resentful human form. Then Xuanyuan Jue himself spat out a mouthful of blood, just as the blood sprayed on the resentment not far away.

Ji Wushen's body was uncontrollable, and he stumbled, only feeling as if he had crashed into something.

In the next moment, Ji Wushen was stunned.

The whole person seems to be wrapped in some cold, no, it's cold. It was as if something shady had enveloped her, burrowing into every pore of her body. At this time, of course, she would not let the opposite succeed, and the immortal power in her body continued to operate, but at this time, she found that the immortal power had no way to get out of the body, and it was completely blocked by these colds.

In a hurry, Ji Wushen simply ran his true qi, wanting to use his true qi to talk about these cold and cold to isolate him.

I didn't expect it to be really useful, but the real qi was not enough, and Ji Wushen could only take advantage of this time to escape from this place. But no matter what direction she went, she seemed to have fallen into a dense net, unable to find a way out.

As the true qi gradually passed, Ji Wushen could clearly feel that the pores in various parts of his body seemed to be squeezed open by something.

Worst.

Ji Wushen's spirit was shocked, and he suddenly contracted his true qi, quickly enveloping the sea of knowledge, his mind, and his dantian.

Either way, she can't be controlled by the spirits. She couldn't let the spirits control what she knew, or she couldn't imagine what would happen. Will space become a purgatory?

However, when these colds really entered the body, Ji Wu God knew what pain was.

It was as if there were countless thorns that wrapped her tightly, unable to move, unable to feel any sound, but the sense of pain was constantly amplified. In an instant, Ji Wushen suddenly understood that Mo Li's pain was far from something she could empathize with.

Unable to make a sound, Ji Wushen could only keep biting his tongue, desperately trying to block the sea of knowledge, and not let these cold and cold enter the sea of knowledge and his mind. The word "painful" couldn't describe how she felt at this time, and even how good it would be if she died.

She could finally understand why Mo Li would rather die than live longer. This kind of pain can only be understood by those who have experienced it. This cold continued to erode her meridians, and the originally endless meridians were suddenly shrouded in darkness, as if they had been infected with a virus. Even if Ji Wushen used his true qi to keep Zhihai and his heart, there was still a feeling that was directly conveyed into the bottom of his heart.

Resentment.

Yes, in fact, she originally had a hatred for the people of the Xuanyuan clan, and this resentment made this hatred continue to expand, her body couldn't stop trembling, and Ji Wushen even had a feeling of wanting to destroy the world.

Why? Why is everyone in the world going against her?

Restlessness, restlessness, anger, and heaviness kept pounding on her mind. Thinking about Mo Li's appearance, thinking about Li Batian's decision to leave, thinking about Yu Linglong discarding herself for so many years. Ji Wushen couldn't control the anger in her heart, she wanted to vent, she wanted to roar, she wanted to destroy some in front of her.

"Stop her. Qi Tian Immortal Venerable was still fighting, but suddenly felt the depression on the top of his head getting heavier and heavier, and raised his head suddenly, just in time to see the moment when Ji Wushen was thrown into the figure of the resentful spirit by Xuanyuan.

As soon as a cultivator is contaminated with resentment, he will have a strong hatred for all things in heaven and earth.

If it is controlled by the evil spirits, I am afraid that it will be another catastrophe.

"Wushen. Thick Addiction's eyes widened in horror.

The old patriarch Xuanyuan was stunned, and when he saw Xuanyuan standing in place, he immediately laughed in surprise. Laughter was rampant, and a bell appeared in his hand.

"It doesn't take much effort to get it, hahaha, the deity is the one who is destined, the deity is the one who has attained the Tao, hahaha......"

Although everyone didn't understand what Old Patriarch Xuanyuan meant, they knew that it was not a good thing to say as soon as they heard his words.

"Heavenly ......" Pingde Shangxian's face suddenly became ugly, as if he remembered something, and muttered at the constantly tumbling resentment above his head.

Hou Xian stared at Ji Wushen, and then flew forward without hesitation, he was not a person who spared his life, and he naturally did not dare to touch it easily when he was angry. But Xuanyuan, who pushed Ji Wushen inside, would not let go.

In an instant, he pinched Xuanyuan Jue's neck in the palm of his hand, but Xuanyuan Jue was not worried at all, chuckled and looked at Hou Xian, and mocked:

"It's useless, this is the one of my Xuanyuan clan, and this grievance is controlled by my clan. I, the Xuanyuan clan, will definitely dominate the immortal realm, you all have to die, you all have to die, hahahaha......"

"Maniac. The strength in Houzhi's hand suddenly increased, and Xuanyuan's expression distorted.

"Ahh A miserable scream came out, but it was not Xuanyuan, but from Ji Wushen, who was in the midst of resentment.

"Hahaha, if you kill me, if you kill me, she will die. Xuanyuan laughed proudly, cheerfully, and sure enough, it was cheerful. I've been eating deflated all this time, and at this time there is an extremely refreshing feeling. (To be continued.) )