In the ring, behind Zhimo, a young man in his twenties still stood with a sword out, with a stunned expression on his face, but he looked dull and lifeless. There was a large hole in the left side of his chest, and the people in the stands could clearly see through his body and see the other side.

Cultivators of immortals, monks above the realm of transforming spirits, as long as the spirit body is not destroyed, they will not really die, and the monks of the spirit pill realm, as long as the spirit pill is not broken and the divine consciousness is not destroyed, they still have a chance to live, and under the spirit pill realm, they are not much stronger than ordinary mortals, and they will still die without a heart!

Unfortunately, Yan Huang is only at the peak of the innate realm, not yet the elixir realm, so he died, and he still died, and he didn't know how he died!

"Are you still satisfied with this advice?" Zhimo put away his sword, turned to look at Yan Di's corpse, and asked in a low voice, the voice was so soft that no one heard him.

The referee accepted the bronze medals of the two and gave Zhimo a silver medal, and then let him go down and let the next group compete on the stage.

"Xiaomo, did that person offend you?" In the space, Xiaoshu asked curiously.

She had never seen Zhimo like before, covered in killing intent, like a devil crawling out of hell, full of cold and cruel killing intent, that look, it made her feel a little scared.

"Well, there was a feud. You know I have a family, he's my brother. Zhimo explained in a flat tone, not at all showing the surging momentum before.

Brother? When he killed people, he really couldn't see that they had such a relationship, I was afraid that when he was young, he was really bullied fiercely.

"It's all gone." …… You still have me.

It was as if something choked her throat and made her panic, a simple sentence, but it was very difficult to say.

Xiao Mota, what has he experienced?

While the audience was cheering for his surprise skills, she was only full of distress in her heart, wanting to hold him in her arms and use her own temperature to melt the three feet of ice around him.

Xiaoshu has seen Luo Mingxiao, the same family disciple, the same elixir realm, almost the same age, but standing with Zhimo, he seems to be a person from two worlds.

Although Luo Mingxiao is also mature, sensible and reasonable, he is still a little childish and naughty, and his thoughts are still a little innocent, and he is not as calm and thoughtful as Zhimo. In terms of momentum, this gap is even greater, if you have to compare it, Luo Mingxiao is still a cute little tiger cub, but Zhimo is a tiger with sharp teeth!

The cruelty of the immortal cultivation world is not much less than the dangerous jungle. Who wouldn't want to live in peace unless forced by circumstances?

"I know." Zhimo answered, his tone soft.

He knew that it was all in the past, and now, with her by his side, he could not be afraid of anything and not care about anything!

"Well......" Looking at the slight curvature at the corner of his mouth, Xiaoshu sighed quietly in his heart, feeling a little heavy.

Recently, she seems to care more and more about him, she cares so much that she can't see anyone say a bad word about him, she can't see him frowning and his face bitter, as long as she sees him in a good mood, she can be in a happy mood for a long time......

Thinking of her fragile soul body now, she suddenly felt a little unwilling. With this kind of appearance, she can't do anything for him, and even becomes a burden to him...... How could she be willing?

So for reshaping her body, she can't help but look forward to it a little more.

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