The shadows were obscured, and the stingy sunlight scattered on Xu Zi'an and Duoduo was even more scarce, and in the darkness, the air seemed to have condensed into substance, not very viscous, but became extremely heavy, as if carrying the weight of Wanjun.

The Luohe map in Duoduo's hand shines brightly under this weight, and the galloping river is unwilling to roar, as if there are thousands of troops and horses galloping wildly.

Mountains can cover rivers or break rivers.

In order to block the aura of the saint in the Luohe Divine Diagram, the mountain cone of Jiuyouzhen really turned into a giant mountain in the air.

The mountain has no substance, it is the power of the mountain cone of Jiuyou Town, but the heavy pressure and strong power during this period are very real.

The Luohe Divine Diagram has not yet been completely condensed into a potential, and in the event of this change, the river is unwilling to rush, but there is nothing to be done.

Although Duoduo's bloodline is one of the most powerful bloodlines in the world, this time she went to the snowy region to find her own inheritance and awaken the power between the bloodlines, but in the past two years in the snowy region, although she has stepped on many corners of the snowy region, she has not found her inheritance, so her realm is still in the lower realm of knocking.

If she could awaken the inner inheritance power of the bloodline, how could she fall into such a passive situation?

The onion fingers danced rapidly, forcibly fusing the last trace of the true yuan of the heart into the Luohe Divine Diagram, as she continued to instill the true element, the brilliance of the divine diagram became brighter and brighter, but her expression became more and more gloomy, which was a manifestation of detachment and weakness.

It can be seen that even with her noble and powerful bloodline, it is very difficult to really support the saint aura in the Luohe diagram.

The mountains are getting closer and closer, covering the sky and the earth, and also earth-shattering.

The dew was constantly crushed into countless thin strands of water, and the whole earth seemed to be sinking, and everyone, including the Desolate Assassin, kept bowing their heads under this palpitating heavy pressure, and the bones of their bodies made a crisp sound, as if they could not bear the heavy weight.

Xu Zi'an raised his head with difficulty, looking at the mountain above his head, he did not feel fear and panic in his heart, but was a little depressed.

Yes, it's depression, it's not tangled, it's not irritability, it's the depression in depression and correction.

Because, we ......... Where do you think you've seen it?

In the battle of the pavilion, he and Shen Li were melted into the white tripod by the white-clothed Taoist, and the last scene he saw was the overwhelming pressure of the mountain containing the laws and regulations of the plum garden, and now he suddenly saw the mountain, how could he not feel depressed?

Escape from the pavilion, then see this vast green mountain in Nandaoling, only born in the sky, and encountered a secluded mountain down the sky, could it be that he has a special fate with the mountain in this life? Or is it a clash of conflict?

I'm sick of Qingshan and you.

Xu Zi'an whispered.

Then his eyes narrowed and his knees bent.

Bending is not because of the bowing of the head that cannot bear its weight, but for better force, the same ...... It is also to be able to pick up the little yellow umbrella on the ground more conveniently.

He remembered more clearly, Bai Dingzhong was this umbrella that supported the gravel in the sky, and also helped him hold a piece of the world, although there are burn marks and broken marks and water residues everywhere on the little yellow umbrella, Xu Zi'an still persistently and stubbornly believes that it can support the mountain above his head.

Although the mountain looks majestic and solemn, although the umbrella looks shabby.

Although there are too many though, he is still, this is a kind of trust from the heart without reason.

He untied the strip of cloth of the little yellow umbrella and slowly opened it, like opening a small yellow flower.

The little yellow umbrella is very small, and it is a little difficult to cover the two of them at the same time, unless the two people stand very close to each other and lean on each other, but after all, they are young girls who meet for the first time, and they don't mention each other's illustrious background, don't mention the number of etiquette and some hazy and shy emotions, and it's always not suitable to get too close.

So this umbrella is not so much in front of them, but more on the shoulders of Duoduo.

He propped the little yellow umbrella on Duoduo's shoulder, and then looked at the other party with a condensed breath, ready to do something.

He could see that although the magic weapon in the girl's hand was very powerful, it didn't seem to be enough to resist the other party's power, and he believed that it wouldn't take long, when the girl's true yuan dried up, they would usher in the end of being crushed into a mess of flesh, blindly seeking the protection of the yellow umbrella, even if they could hold on for a while longer, but what was the point?

Unless he can really change anything.

No one believed that he could change anything, but in fact he knew in his heart that he could indeed change something.

He'd slashed the enemy's rain of arrows before, and now he could try to slay a desolate assassin, and if he could, he would even like to try to slash the mountain above his head.

However, this kind of thing doesn't seem very realistic, you know, although the practice of the desolate people is different from that of the dynasty, but according to the realm of the dynasty, these desolate warriors have the realm of the Xuan Realm, coupled with the innate strength of the desolate people, as well as the tempering of perennial training and fighting, it can be said that each of these desolate warriors has the strength to not lose Zhang Yiran.

Not doing it in the face of difficulties is obviously not Xu Zi'an's style.

He took a deep breath, put all the distracting thoughts behind him, and then continued to bend down to accumulate strength, the cyan knife intent became brighter and brighter, perhaps because he was infected by Shen Li not long ago, the tip of the sealing knife actually began to emit bursts of controversy, looking very arrogant.

Like a wind sweeping the pines and cypresses, it was more like being ejected by a spring, and at the moment when the strength was at its strongest, Xu Zi'an jumped high with a knife and rushed towards the nearest desolate warrior.

The body of the desolate warrior is very tall, Xu Zi'an only reaches the waist and abdomen of the other party, and now after he jumps high, the whole person will be above the head of the desolate warrior.

Being able to jump so high under this kind of pressure, it is not difficult to see that in the more than ten years of fear of the mountain, Shen Li has not played a role in all his polishing and tossing.

At least he has laid down an unusually strong physique.

There was a hint of surprise in the dark brown pupils of the desolate warrior, as if he didn't expect that the seemingly thin young man would not lose his physical strength, and with a cold snort, the desolate warrior suddenly stretched out his strong hands, and was ready to stop the sealing knife with his bare hands.

He is the most courageous warrior of the tribe, otherwise he would not have participated in such an important mission, in the border battle between the Desolate Clan and the Great Li Dynasty, he had torn countless human cultivators and warriors, and even broke countless human magic weapons with his bare hands, he believed that this time would be no exception, he could easily pinch the young man's knife as before, and then tear the young man into a mess of minced meat.

The knife was sharp enough to cut through arrows made of steel, but his body was harder than steel, and there could be no problem with taking the knife with his bare hands.

There was a soft thud in the air

It was not the sound of a blunt knife digging into steel, nor the sound of an iron palm clamping an iron knife, but the sound of a quick knife cutting through the chaos, and the hands of the desolate warrior were actually cut in two from their wrists, and fell with the sealing knife in the air, and when they landed on the grass, they flicked a few times mischievously.

It's like laughing at the desolate warrior's face before he reacts.

It seems that he didn't expect his iron-like hands to be cut off, the desolate warrior was stunned for a moment before letting out a terrible scream, but after the scream, the desolate warrior didn't care about the pain of his severed hand, and his whole body was brutal like Xu Zi'an.

The desolate warrior's physique is strong and hard, which is tempered by the natural physique and the cruel environment, and it is a link that human beings have not been able to surpass, many strong people who practice martial arts, although they are not inferior to the desolate warriors in strength, but if there is no blessing of the Tao, there will always be a gap with the hardness and strength of the body alone.

If Xu Zi'an is hit by the other party, although it will not be to the extent of being shattered, he will definitely be seriously injured.

He was now in the arms of the desolate warriors, the space was cramped, and he was already rushing forward, and the remaining momentum was so close that it seemed impossible to avoid the opponent's body.

Unless the boy started from the beginning, he didn't plan to engage in a close-range grappling with the other party.