In order to resist the continuous consumption of spiritual power from eroding dead air, there is not even a chance to stop.

That feeling is no less than fighting with a monk of the same rank, the same powerful person, for a year and a half.

Not only did he feel haggard now, but even his realm had slipped from the late stage of True Martial Arts to the middle stage of True Martial Arts.

And the dantian Daoji, who is like a baby in his body, is also weak, and it seems that he will fall to the early stage of true martial arts at any time.

Thinking of this, Fuzong looked at the talisman with a gloomy face, and the talisman that had corroded and cracked again, and the bottom of his heart became more and more alarmed.

In the past year and a half, the clattering sound of the spirit shield on his body all the time, like a life talisman, made him suffer a lot.

For such a long time, he also found that this dead space was too big, big and boundless, as if there was no end.

In the space, there are no other creatures, only dead air, and even the breath of treasure has not been found until now.

Not only that, but even the spiritual sense did not dare to overflow the body to probe the surrounding situation.

Because once the spiritual consciousness leaves the spiritual shield around the body, it will be corroded by dead qi in an instant.

The powerful pain that fed back to him almost made him cut his body like a knife and pierced his heart with ten thousand arrows.

After only one attempt, he did not dare to use his spiritual sense to probe again.

Although Fuzong is miserable, he is already lucky compared to others.

In a pothole thousands of miles away from Fuzong, there stood two monks with pale faces and chaotic breaths.

The two of them, a man and a woman, are none other than Zhen Qianyu of the Nine Shadows Sect, and her protector Shi Yang.

The Holy Flower of the Nine Shadows Sect, which was originally trampled under Zhen Qianyu's feet, also withered a year ago because it couldn't withstand the erosion of dead qi, because the two of them had a big goal, and they could withstand almost twice as much as Fuzong's death qi erosion.

The realm has slipped from the late stage of Zhenwu to the level of the early stage of Zhenwu.

Every time I used my spiritual power, I couldn't stop trembling all over my body.

Along with the trembling, there was a sharp ache that gave them a splitting headache.

The two are also tenacious, and the distance they cross is also the farthest.

It's a pity that there is nothing but the dead air that covers the sky and never disperses.

Anxiety and fear have not appeared in the eyes of the two of them for hundreds of years, which makes the two of them think more and more about finding the teleportation array to leave this place, but they still don't see the teleportation array for a long time.

In addition to the two of them, Zu Liren's experience was even more miserable.

Originally, because he was seriously injured in the desert, he sacrificed his life and forcibly recovered from his injuries, which made him miserable.

Entering the forbidden space of Snow Peak, fortunately, he was smart and followed Fuzong all the way.

While recovering from the backlash caused by the damage to his mind, he carefully borrowed the hand of Fuzong to break the ban to give himself more time.

Fortunately, there were no dangers along the way, which made his silent mind active again.

Just as he was about to show off his skills, he was caught off guard by the dead qi in this dead air space, which could not be dispersed no matter what. Not only did the death qi take the opportunity to invade the body, but even the spiritual consciousness that spread 10,000 meters at once was corroded by the death qi.

Almost instantly, the severe pain made him can't help but scream, curled up on the ground, and endured inhuman torture.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, immediately cut off the corroded spiritual sense, and cast a spirit shield to resist the death qi.

He even did not hesitate to use magic weapons as artifacts to increase the power of the spirit shield and continue to last for the spirit shield time.

But this approach can be described as a heavy loss, and after resisting it for half a month, it will be broken into pieces.

Even even

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The White Crane Treasure, which was originally attacked by Meng Yang and fell into a deep sleep, was shattered more than a dozen spirit-level treasures in a row, and Zu Liren was not allowed to summon it at the end, and the White Crane Spirit Body was used as a spirit shield to resist the continuous surging death qi.

Although this spirit white crane is precious, for Zuli people, their own lives are even more important.

As his cultivation now, the dust is the most capable and the most precious treasure.

But in such a dangerous situation, there was no room for him to hesitate.

The dust whisk is his natal magic weapon, although it is powerful, but the damage suffered by the white crane in the dust almost makes him feel the same way.

Even at the last moment, the connection with the dust was severed.

But his mind was already seriously damaged, and under the wild spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, it directly caused his realm to fall in the early stage of true martial arts.

In a panic, he put almost all his hatred on Meng Yang.

And the other True Martial Beings, almost under the defense of the death qi, also paid a terrible price.

Some of the existences in the middle stage of the True Martial Arts, or even the early stage of the True Martial Arts, have long since died in this year and a half.

The flesh was corroded by the death qi and turned into a pile of white bones at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And this white bone was slowly corroded into slag with the passage of time, and scattered with the wind.

Without the protection of spiritual power, the storage rings that fell on the ground were also shattered under the corrosion of dead air.

Along with the magic weapon elixir and many precious treasures inside, they were all shattered.

What is unthinkable is that Wu Pengjing is actually the only one who has been the least affected among these many true martial arts existences.

At this moment, his face was full of joy, and he crouched beside a monk who had been corrupted by death.

ended the other party's painful struggle with the flying sword, got the other party's storage ring, and stood up again with a satisfied face.

Unexpectedly, although Wu Pengjing had a spirit shield around him, this spirit cover seemed to be filled with a strange aura.

Under this breath, the black mist-like dead qi visible to the naked eye was difficult to get close to three feet away from this spirit cover.

It's like a three-inch distance, as far away as a century.

The dead air that caused it to collide with it also disappeared one after another strangely, and disappeared without a trace.

And Wu Pengjing, who cultivated in the later stage of Zhenwu, did not have any signs of the whereabouts of the realm.

Although his face was a little tired, there was no uneasiness or fear in his eyes, except for the excitement of the unexpected joy that he had just obtained.

In fact, from the beginning, Wu Pengjing was not as relaxed as it seemed on the surface.

After he had just stepped into this dead space, the spiritual consciousness he exuded was also seriously injured by the corrosion of the dead air.

But fortunately, now the recovery is almost complete, and there is no backlash torture that starts with a small pain a day and a big pain in three days.

As for the spiritual shield around him, it is actually a coincidence.

At that time, Wu Pengjing was forced into a desperate situation by his lifeless qi, and his realm also fell to the middle stage of Zhenwu.

Under the corrosion of the dead air, seven magic weapons were destroyed in a row.

Seeing that in his storage ring, the highest-grade magic weapons were damaged one by one, and only the natal magic weapon remained.

Who knows, at this moment, Wu Pengjing's mind was opened, and he suddenly thought of the blood contract he had with Meng Yang, and he really returned to the wooden seal.

This blood contract that bears the name of the Heavenly Dao is not controlled by anyone, nor is it threatened by any energy.

Unless he really wanted to kill Meng Yang, there was no way to take him even if he was dead, to be precise, there was no way to take the blood contract.

Because once this Taizhen Hui Muyin is cast, then the trapped person is all around

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Almost always there is a strange ability that defies common sense, and this energy is called the energy of nothingness, an energy of existence between space and nothingness.

This kind of energy is exerted, not to mention this dead qi, even if other monks want to attack him, they are like needles entering the sea, and there is not the slightest ripple, of course, it is very difficult for people trapped in this energy aperture to leave.

Even if he is a powerhouse in the Great Grandmaster realm, if he wants to leave, it will take a lot of time and cost.

But for Wu Pengjing, this stakes are as if they do not exist.

As long as he and Meng Yang lifted the restriction of Taizhen's return to the wooden seal, then the aura that enveloped his body would also disappear.

It is precisely because of the strange energy in Taizhen Huimuyin that a circle of light is formed, isolating the surrounding dead air.

Wu Pengjing avoided being eroded by death to death.

He didn't expect that this method that suddenly sounded in his heart, like a life-saving straw, not only surprised him.

Its effect made him stunned and incredulous.

Especially under the aperture of the Taizhen Hui Wood Seal, he can not only move freely, but even just by injecting one-tenth of the spiritual power to resist the death qi into the Taizhen Hui Wood Seal, he can make the Taizhen Hui Wood Seal continue to play his role.

For Wu Pengjing, he couldn't help but roar.

At this point, Wu Pengjing not only restored his realm to the late stage of True Martial Arts, but even encountered the existence of four True Martial Arts who had been poisoned by death qi but were still left by the storage ring while searching for the entrance to the teleportation array.

The many treasures in the storage ring not only made up for his previous loss of magic weapons, but also unexpectedly obtained four top-grade soul-level magic weapons.

This harvest made Wu Pengjing think that he was not in some kind of illusion.

And this is also him, becoming the only existence among the many True Martial Cultivators who has not been corroded by death qi.

He even walked in front of everyone, getting closer and closer to the place where the target was.

And Meng Yang's speed is also fast, and the dead qi spiritual sense has always fallen on Wu Pengjing.

Although Wu Pengjing found a trace of abnormality, no matter how much he guessed, he didn't expect it.

In the thick dead aura that was constantly corroding the aura of demon suppression, there was a pair of eyes, staring at him all the time.

In half a month, Meng Yang went all the way unimpeded.

All the dead qi in the way that stood in his way automatically spread out to both sides, making way for him to go straight.

The death qi in his body Gong Wu continued to become stronger, making the death qi in his body stronger and stronger.

From a distance, his body almost turned into a black mist remnant, and he swept through the air at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.

In this half month, five more True Martial Beings died.

The monks who are still alive now, except for Fuzong, Zhen Qianyu, Shi Yang, and Zu Liren, are left with him and Wu Pengjing.

For Wu Pengjing, Meng Yangzhi was not as cautious as he was with others, but he was still cautious and did not trust.

Of course, these five strongest True Martial Existences almost had a serious decline in the realm, which surprised Meng Yang.

Among them, what surprised Meng Yang the most was the blue aperture around Wu Pengjing's body that could resist the corrosion of dead air.

Although Meng Yang has a pair of forbidden eyes, he can observe for half a month, but he still can't figure it out.

I thought this was Wu Pengjing's life-saving means, until Wu Pengjing summoned the Taizhen Hui Wood Seal and injected spiritual power into it.

It made the blue circle of light around him more crystal clear, and he reacted at this time.

An intriguing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't help but praise Wu Pengjing's cleverness.

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