(Thank you for the pink ~!) Tsk, as soon as I look at the name, there is a smell of elixir~! Rattle~! The second more is sent, and the house continues to work hard to go too~! ）

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Ink-dyed clothes can no longer be hidden.

The jade sword returned to her hand again and again, and flew out again and again, and those branches had no power to fight back, and they retreated one after another.

Gradually, everyone's attention was no longer focused on the ink-dyed clothes.

The scene behind the Gate of Life and Death finally showed its true face in front of the world.

The standing woods resemble people, and each wood has countless branches branching out from it, densely spread throughout the space.

Suddenly, the wood moved.

There is no slowness in the adaptation period, and the movement is abnormally agile.

Their eyebrows and eyes gradually became clear, like lifelike wooden figures.

Ink dyed clothes, and his heart was full of enlightenment.

This is the Oniki Man!

These people should all be monks who lived and died ten thousand years ago.

At the same time, the Rong Shenmu outside the palace also moved.

One by one, they rise from the ground and leave the soil......

"Life and Death...... Wansheng ...... Extinction...... Door...... Years...... Open...... Return...... Resurrection ......"

Countless voices rang out at the same time, repeating and echoing in my ears.

The ink-dyed clothes put away the bright moon, and sacrificed the golden sword, the jade color was pervasive, and the cold light appeared, and it was slaughtered.

Everywhere the sword light reached, the ghost wood people fell in pieces.

But that's not enough.

There are too many ghost wood people.

Moreover, the changes in the surrounding Rong Shenmu give everyone a very bad premonition, if the Rong Shenmu of the boundless wood sea are all ......

How many enemies will they face?

Where can you rely on only one ink-dyed clothes?

Mo Dye Yi was also secretly anxious in his heart, Juejin was the nemesis of these ghost wood people, but except for Juejin, other attacks had little effect on them.

She's going to find the most crucial thing. That is, the "heaven-level exercises" of that Raushzi.

According to Xiangmu Zhenren, the heaven-level exercises are just a piece of jade, one foot long and one inch wide, the whole body is turquoise, and between the shaking, it is like blue water swimming.

The method of passing on the Gong Gong of Ten Thousand Lives and Ten Thousand Destruction Gates is very different, and it is not a teacher-apprentice inheritance that is passed on by word of mouth. It is not to burn the classics and pass them down to the disciples, but to lead the blood of everyone's heart, and divide the soul into a wisp on that foot of jade slip.

According to the inference of Xiangmu Zhenren. As long as the jade slip is destroyed, even if it can't eliminate all the ghost wood people, it can also curb the possibility that the number of ghost wood people is intensifying, and then slowly clean it up, and it will definitely return a clear world to the world.

Biyuan Star, which has become the death star, will be truly redeemed.

According to the understanding of ink-dyed clothes, that one-foot jade slip is engaged in that kind of sales. I made myself beautiful and abnormal, and I was moved to see it, in order to seduce more people to take the bait, just like when the person who sells it sells, he always says that the sky is out of the blue, and the means are repeated, and he does not use it to the extreme.

But it can't hide its ugly purpose.

These ghost wood people. is its downline, and the key to maintaining between them is that little bit of blood in the heart and that wisp of divided soul.

As long as the source is destroyed, the blood souls that sustain them will no longer exist.

"We have to get out of the way first!" Onihime said this, and Xiuya's face was faintly anxious and flustered.

The exercises she cultivated, unlike ordinary demon path cultivators, were to enter the ghost path with a human body, and she was successful in cultivating. can be incarnated into tens of millions, it is her shadow clone, especially pay attention to the condensation of the original god, just by comparing the strength of the soul power, no one can match her among the few people present.

If you fight with others, this is indeed an advantage. But in front of these ghost wood people, the advantage immediately became a disadvantage.

The ghost wood people feed on their souls, except for the most restrained to them, the ink-dyed clothes that can be called natural enemies, the ghost queen is the most attacked, and her doppelganger appears in the form of ghosts, which is an irresistible temptation for the ghost wood people, and the pure ghosts attract them more than flesh and blood.

This time, if it weren't for the quick time of the ghost queen, she would have taken back the clone early, and she didn't dare to release it again, for fear that there would be no bones left to be gnawed.

Zhao Qiming's example just now is there, the defense of these wooden people is extremely strong, and there are many of them, endless, and they are difficult to deal with, although they are monks in the Yuan Infant Stage, they are among the top in the two continents of one star, but when the manpower is poor, once it is exhausted, then there is only one waiting for death!

"Junior, hand over the sword in your hand." The Yin Puppet Sect Master said gloomily.

The corpse path he cultivated, these ghost wood people couldn't help him, and he couldn't help them, but there were still a large number of disciples and grandchildren outside him, as well as the great foundation of the Yin Puppet Sect, how could he not let these wood rush out of the boundless wood sea.

The sword in the hand of the ink dyeing clothes is the nemesis of these woods, there is no doubt about this, he only made up his mind for a moment, no matter what, he must grab it!

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Mo Dyed Yu stood on her sister's side without hesitation, and saw Xuan Jiu, who was also leaning over, and the cold color in her eyes faded a little.

Han Yu's eyes flashed, in front of him, acting like this, it was like a slap in the face!

"Fellow Daoists, please respect yourself!"

"You call him self-respecting? He just can't figure out how much he's weighing! Zhao Qiming said viciously, when is it now, and there is still kung fu infighting? The fire burns the eyebrows, you grab it early, don't grab it late, but grab it at this time!

Could it be that you are alone looking at the sword with greedy eyes, and which one of the people present is not enthusiastic and enthusiastic, but no one says anything, just to see that it is not the time to make trouble.

Once this is over, or the crisis eases a little, there is no doubt that someone will jump out, and at that time, I don't know this old boy.

"She is a junior in the foundation building period, even if she has a divine weapon in her hand, it is the same as scrap iron, and it is different in the hands of the deity, I am thinking about it for everyone, you don't spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain!" The Yin Puppet Sect Master said in one voice.

In such a tense situation, Mo Dye almost didn't laugh when he heard such words that he would be shameless to the end.

Who will believe this?

Cats believe it, dogs believe it, but she doesn't believe it!

"Put it in your hands, I'm afraid we will all die." Onihime said sarcastically.

The two of them are old rivals, and as soon as the man cocks his ass, she knows what kind of fart he is out.

Really gave him the sword, this person must have rushed out with his sword, leaving them all here, it is best to lose all of his lives, then his Yin Puppet Sect will be the only one, not only the first sect of the Demon Dao, but when the time comes, the first sect of the sky will be about the same.

The gaze of the ink-dyed clothes flashed, in fact, it was only by handing over the golden sword to the hands of the Yuan Infant Stage Cultivator that it could exert its greater effectiveness.

Among them, the one she trusts the most is, of course, the boss of her family, the palace master.

However, when it comes to the most suitable fit, I am afraid that it is......

Xuanjiu's grandfather, Zhao Qiming, Qiming Shengzun!

He is a sword cultivator, a sword cultivator in the infancy of the Yuan Dynasty, and he is the strongest in this period.

It's just that although this senior has a good relationship with the palace master, she doesn't know how deep it is, the golden sword is a peerless weapon, it is difficult to have a sword cultivator who is not moved, the flying sword in his hand that has been tempered by the thunder is extraordinary, but it can be compared with the golden sword, just like the difference between a natural sea pearl and a night pearl.

The former is certainly valuable, but the latter is a treasure!

Xuan Jiu looked at his grandfather, then at the woman beside him, and whispered, "Don't worry, there is me!" The tone was sincere and affirmative.

The ink-dyed clothes met his gaze, and the resoluteness in his eyes was like a golden sword, flat on the surface, but sharp on the inside.

Suddenly, he shook his hand, and the next moment, the hand of the ink-dyed clothes was empty.

Time doesn't allow her to think too much, and the decision is often only in a moment!

"The ghost wood people kill endlessly, and those killed by them will be assimilated, and they will also become like this, half ghost and half wood, this sword, forged by absolute gold, is their only nemesis!" She paused for a moment, and then said: "If you want to get rid of this trouble, you must find a one-foot-long jade slip and completely destroy it with a golden sword, otherwise, the sky will be in danger!" ”

"Humph! Alarmist! "Yin and Yang speak in a weird way, except for the Yin Puppet Sect Master, he doesn't think about it as a second person.

Zhao Qiming didn't talk nonsense at all, and when Mo Dye Yi spoke, he was already walking in a dragon, with a sword like lightning, and he fought with a group of ghost wood people.

The power of sword cultivation in the Yuan infant period is really not comparable to a half-way monk like Mo Dye Yi and a half-way monk who has learned a few sword tricks.

Several powerful sword moves were released one by one, and the entire palace trembled, and the golden sword was in Zhao Qiming's hands, the cold light was dignified, and the sword aura was arrogant, and there was no hope to compete with it!

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Zhao Qiming is holding a peerless golden sword, as if he has incarnated a peerless killing god, between this piece of heaven and earth, there is really nothing to compete with!

Soon, large swaths of the palace were cleared.

A one-foot-long jade slip in the mouth of the ink-dyed clothes stood steadily in the air, a green head, a green body, and a wooden figure with a green body sitting on a seat in the middle of the hall, hanging down with one hand, and holding the jade slip with the other.

The blue jade slip stood quietly an inch away from the palm of his hand.

That pool of blue color, as described by Xiangmu Zhenren, is like a spring water that flows through and pours into it.

The wooden man with a green body suddenly grasped the jade slip and suddenly opened his closed eyes.

The mouth squirmed, and the teeth "clicked".

"It's been 10,000 years......" The voice is vast and cold, as if it came from 10,000 years ago.

"Wood Spirit Girl......" The green man's gaze suddenly focused on the ink-dyed jade, and the jade in his hand was fingered, and the ink-dyed jade flew towards him uncontrollably.

"Xiaoyu!" Ink-dyed clothes exclaimed, reaching out to pull ......