The transformation continued in the body, but the jade talisman in Zhou Hao's hand was not stimulated, and the killing move prepared by the city lord of Minyang swirled and condensed in his palm, standing there, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he kept falling, and the life-and-death crisis made his lips white, but he didn't dare to have a trace of the intention of activating the spell. But his heart has already turned upside down, secretly hating himself for worrying too much, giving up his face early, taking out a weapon to kill this ant, why not make a fuss now in the hands of others.

Yes, what Zhou Hao took out was the life-saving means given by Old Man Qiao back then, there were three in total, and it was not until now that life and death were in danger, that he used it for the first time to save his life, which is also the root of Zhou Hao's daring to challenge against the sky, and the reason why it was not stimulated for a long time, first, the feeling of rapid recovery and recovery in his body made him have a trace of trance, and there was an idea in his heart, as long as he recovered again, he could easily protect himself in the hands of the city lord of Minyang. Second, the city lord of Minyang did not risk his life to use his means again, and he had to worry about the position of Seven Star City, if he really wanted to kill the lord of a city, there would be all kinds of harm but no benefit, and third, the means of saving life were naturally used for deterrence, and it was meaningless to use it, it was better not to use it.

On the eighth floor of Jiuxuan Building, the mysterious old man's eyebrows trembled slightly, and he sighed slightly, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart, he turned around and went inward, and the three Yuanying monks of Jiuxuan Building hurriedly followed, thinking about the things that were vital to their lives, and they did not slack off.

The seven elders of Xuanji looked at each other, but in the end they didn't say anything, turned around and followed, all of them were silent.

"Okay, Yun boy, do you think you have a lot of life-saving things? Xuanji City Lord Hao Yan appeared at the right time, blocking the Yun clan (Zhou Hao) and the city lord of Minyang, and seemed to be reprimanding the Yun clan for not easily taking out life-saving means.

The face of the city lord of Minyang was blue and white for a while, extremely distorted, but he was dissuaded by the Tianquan and Tianshu who surrounded him, Daoyou, why bother! For a few juniors, it is not worth it, let's go back, let's discuss it carefully.

Pulling and dissuading, several city lords saw that the matter had eased, and they also hurriedly dissuaded the city lord of Minyang, but a dignified Jindan peak monk actually didn't take down a second-layer monk who built the foundation for half a day, and was almost endangered by someone's life, and it was embarrassing enough to say anything, so he had to be vague and dragged him to Jiuxuan Tower.

"Thank you seniors for maintenance" Zhou Hao hurriedly accepted the jade talisman, carefully put it away, it was extremely cherished, Hao Yan was speechless for a while, and he also admired the Yun family (Zhou Hao)'s ability to cause trouble, and couldn't help but say: "Boy, why are you so uneasy, do you always have to play with your life? It's very cool to talk to a Jindan peak monk, right?"

Zhou Hao's body was full of exhaustion and sleepiness, like a tide of invasion of his mind, and a stronger than himself more than a large class of six small stages of the Jindan peak monk confrontation, not dead is already a blessing, strong mental pressure, was repeatedly beaten like a sandbag of the body, did not dare to relax the mind, desperate to sacrifice his life, the mind as if it was jumped from one foot to two feet three feet, completely beyond the limit, and the crisis was lifted, the soothing mind, body, and tight meridians all lost the support of the will, and immediately showed exhaustion.

Compared to the previous thirteen consecutive battles in the ring, the state at this time is better, with spirit and will, not even unable to walk, the body is constantly being nourished and recovered by spiritual power, farewell to Xuanji City Lord Hao Yan, Zhou Hao under the eyes of Crane Wuwu and Huang Zhonglu looking at the monster, once again returned to the Jiuxuan Tower, and went to the fifth floor.

A dispute, a vigorous rebellion to find secrets, slowly subsided, some people are happy, some people are melancholy, and some people are boiling with murderous intent, but all this has nothing to do with Zhou Hao, re-entered the Jiuxuan Building, but at this time it was safe, the seven elders of Xuanji came forward again, and ordered the Jindan monks to disperse, not to listen to any reason for the change in the Jiuxuan Tower, and those who violated the order will be severely punished, and transferred to the Xuanji City Guard, responsible for the order of all floors below the eighth floor.

With the deterrence of the Yuanying monks, no one really dared to come nonsense, more than half of the monks left in an instant, and some monks asked the waiters to arrange a banquet in the building, and simply gathered on the spot, as for its real purpose, no one knows. Of course, as long as they didn't disobey the edict of the Yuanying Grand Cultivator too much, no one would trouble them.

Of the three people, Huang Zhonglu set up one on one side and helped the two of them enter the box, and those beautiful women disturbed one after another, and they were shushing the cold and asking for warmth, and they were softly and fragrant, and Huang Zhonglu was squeezed aside, and he was very enthusiastic.

This time, Tsuru Wuwu, who had always been tired, did not mean to enjoy it, but calmed him indiscriminately, and directly locked himself in a small private room, saying that he wanted to recover from his injuries.

Huang Zhonglu was dull and old-fashioned, and at most he was fighting with Crane Wuwu, without Crane Wuwu, a group of people were even more uncomfortable, and Zhou Hao was almost paralyzed when he entered the door, and he said hello early and locked himself up.

Meditating, the Immortal Sutra just ran naturally and slowly, and it took half an hour for Zhou Hao to completely soothe the surging spiritual power of his body and fall into deep rest and recovery.

In the dantian world, the divine soul descended again, and the entire miniature world would appear in detail, reflected in the downward view of the divine soul. The tepid fireball in the void trembled slightly, escaping a few locks of flames, the demon spirit tree swayed, gently stretching the thirty-six leaves, and the Wutu Xuanwu Spirit raised its head awkwardly, and somewhat shyly hid the big Fan Ao back armor between the mountains and rocks.

The soul did not deliberately pay attention to that kind of spirit root spirit, but just let itself diverge at will, all kinds of enlightenment continued to flash in the soul, if the great changes in the dantian world before were the creation of Zhou Hao's epiphany, then the enlightenment at this time is the evolution and interpretation of creation.

If a person wants to achieve higher achievements, he must have a solid foundation, a firm belief, and a spirit of courage to explore. A monk, with a spiritual root that mortals do not have, has taken the essence of heaven and earth, comprehended the true nature of the avenue of heaven and earth, and can also turn it into his own power and analyze the truth contained in it.

The monk was always just walking on this rugged and bumpy road, and every time he stopped, he felt that he was strong enough, and looking at the creeping ants under his feet would produce illusory satisfaction.

However, when a wind blows away the fog in front of you, you can find that there is a more charming scenery in the higher places, waiting for you to pursue and own, and the past is just a good memory in your memory.

In the dantian world, the soul is like a thoughtless bystander, quietly tasting the heat of the fire, feeling the heaviness of the earth, soothing the leaves of the demon spirits without radiance, and a trace of moist breath lingers outside the soul.