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Boom!

The real thing that the fist struck, the palm covered with golden retrievers, which was less than three inches from its forehead, retracted and disappeared into the darkness.

The long sword fell, and was gently caught by Xia Qinghai's right hand.

"Retreated?"

He looked around suspiciously, not daring to relax.

Suddenly, he realized that something was wrong, and he looked up suddenly, what the hell?

A dark darkness as thick as ink shrouded in, and there seemed to be a hazy figure in the darkness, passing through Xia Qinghai's body.

Brush!

When!

The long sword landed, and Xia Qinghai lost consciousness and fainted.

Zhang Xiaotian sat cross-legged on the ground, a thousand machines turned across his knees, and a faint black cyclone surrounded his body.

This black qi is different from the darkness in the main hall, a little less dead and silent, a little more vibrant, among which there is a tall figure with wings that disappears from time to time, it is the Heavenly Demon.

The reason why Zhang Xiaotian released the Heavenly Demon was because the Heavenly Demon clan was born with a keen sense of Yin Qi.

If this hall is really a place of ghosts and yin, then the soul of Nangong Yixin must be here, and the soul is also a genus of yin qi, which is very easy for the heavenly demons to identify.

Woo woo ——, woo woo——!

The dead silence of the hall suddenly sounded the sound of the wind, from small to large, from far to near, and in an instant the sound of whistling filled the heavens and the earth.

What kind of sound is this, there is no wind in this hall?

No, isn't that right?

This voice is not the sound of the wind, let alone an entity, not even from the main hall, but directly from the depths of one's own soul, extremely strange and unpredictable.

The Heavenly Demon surrounding Zhang Xiaotian suddenly paused, then collapsed, turned into scattered black gas, and flew into the Heavenly Demon Banner in Zhang Xiaonian's arms.

Rumble!

In the sea of knowledge, Zhang Xiaotian's consciousness was shattered by the weight of unknown sources, and a cold evil wind penetrated in, turning into a hideous mouth, chasing a shattered consciousness of Zhang Xiaotian to devour it.

Zhang Xiaotian had already fainted at this moment, and the big dream trick was activated by itself, and the golden lying statue suddenly appeared in the sea of knowledge, and a pair of eyes on the face that was similar to Zhang Xiaotian suddenly opened.

The sea of consciousness that was shaking under the weight instantly stabilized, and the cold consciousness turned into a big mouth, and it was about to devour Zhang Xiaotian's consciousness, but it was caught by a circle of golden light shot out of the eyes of the lying statue.

"No-", the cold consciousness let out a terrible scream, and was dragged into the lying statue by the golden circle of light.

Then, between the stars that represented memory in the lying statue space, there was a faint little star.

At the same time as Zhihai recovered, Zhang Xiaotian also came to his senses, he wiped the cold sweat on his head, looked up, and saw a face standing out in the darkness above, looking at him resentfully.

"Nangong Yixin!"

Zhang Xiaotian called out tentatively.

"Humph!"

The face suddenly disappeared.

The temperature around him dropped sharply, and the yin qi suddenly became rich, condensed and condensed, and transformed into shape, and a terrifying phantom suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Xiaotian.

As soon as this phantom appeared, a cold and fierce aura spread, as if every breath was his hands and feet, once touched, the qi and blood surged, and he couldn't wait to look up to the sky and howl, fighting bloodily.

"Be careful, he's influencing you!"

The transmission of Nangong Beidou in the backpack sounded in his ears.

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the phantom dark face in front of him opened, and the look was like lightning, sweeping by.

"Huh? Worst! ”

Zhang Xiaotian's expression just moved, and Nangong Beidou's anxious voice suddenly sounded.

"How ......"

When he saw this phantom, he had a guess, and now when he heard Nangong Beidou's tone, he was even more awe-inspiring in his heart, and he didn't want to touch it on his hand, and a thousand machines shook a cyan electric light.

Overcome the yin of the soul with the sun of thunder and lightning!

At the same time as he took out the sword, Zhang Xiaotian did not relax in the slightest, but became more and more solemn, squinting his eyes slightly at the looming shadow in the darkness, as if he was worried that he would sense the divine light in his eyes.

"Don't make eye contact with him."

Nangong Beidou reminded.

Zhang Xiaotian had already noticed that the other party's gaze was wrong, so what should he do, his eyelids were lowered, but his body rushed forward like a gust of wind.

This is the opponent's territory, he has no way to retreat, only to move forward and fight!

When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!

Zhang Xiaotian held such a thought, no matter how powerful this Nangong Yixin was back then, now it is just a soul.

It's a pity that Nangong Yixin is not Nangong Beidou, and the soul states of the two are not the same, even if a consciousness that was swallowed in the sea of consciousness just now, it is just an insignificant trace of his huge soul consciousness.

I saw that the phantom-like soul consciousness stared at Zhang Xiaotian's figure and did not move, and suddenly, his mouth opened and he sucked it in.

This breath, without any wind and without the slightest fluctuation, seems to be just taking a breath in the void, but the result is very weird.

Zhang Xiaotian's soul was shocked, as if he would fly out of his body at any time, and almost at the same time, his feet shook, like an earthquake, and he was unsteady on his feet.

The golden reclining statue in the sea of consciousness opened its eyes angrily, and the golden light was magnificent, filling the entire sea of consciousness, which calmed the divine soul and stabilized his feet.

There was no movement on the ground, it was just that his spirit was shaken and he couldn't control his body perfectly.

Zhang Xiaotian's face sank like water, and he suddenly screamed, and the thunder and lightning in the sword momentum burst out, all hitting the phantom.

The monstrous power enveloped the infinite source power, like a substantial wave, instantly submerging the phantom.

"Back!"

Nangong Beidou's voice sounded in his ears.

Zhang Xiaotian didn't look back with a sword, and slashed it out with his backhand.

As soon as the sword light started, his whole person shook suddenly, twisting it, as if there were countless powers, pulling in different directions, and the sword momentum was deformed.

Brush!

Not good!

The phantom pounced in Zhang Xiaotian's gaze, and passed through him, and the golden lying statue in the sea of knowledge let out a "heaven-shattering" roar, which was the first time that the golden lying statue made a sound, but it was in such a situation.

"Hey, boy, this virtual image in your consciousness is a little strange!"

Nangong Beidou seemed to sense a trace of breath that did not belong to this world, or that did not belong to this universe, from the explosion of the virtual image.

vast, eccentric, incomprehensible, out of place......

"What the hell is this!?"

He shouted in Zhang Xiaotian's ear, but Zhang Xiaotian couldn't hear it anymore, he had already fainted when the phantom passed by.

Li Tianyuan got up suddenly, pointed behind him, and hit a golden palm in the palm of his hand.

"Hide your head and show your tail, get out of here!"

The golden palm wanted to retract into the darkness, but Li Tianyuan could not agree, only to see that the index finger of his right hand pointed out seemed to be glued to the palm of his hand, and the weight of his body seemed to be completely on this finger, and the whole person floated forward with the palm that was constantly shrinking back.

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