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"When to turn my face with the old guy, I can't wait, this tattered body has reached its limit. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The old ghost who had the appearance of Xu Yi's ghost didn't enter Zhou Shirong's body, so he couldn't wait to urge.

"In these few days, it won't be delayed for a long time, don't worry, whether it succeeds or not, I will return the corpse to you. ”

Xu Yi, who was dressed in green clothes, sat cross-legged, and at this moment he was on the top of the Goshawk Cliff, which was hundreds of feet away from the martial arts arena.

Xu Yi, who had cultivated to the fifth turn of the undefeated golden body, naturally did not die so easily.

Facing the domineering blow of the God of War Dragon Halberd was originally the result of his careful planning.

On the one hand, he couldn't wait to take this opportunity to make use of it again, so that the Mingshen Sect, the Purgatory Venerable and others, and the arrogant and domineering God of War would fight endlessly.

Two, he really wanted to try the limit of this body's ability to resist blows, the simple evil qi could no longer cause him a devastating blow, and the dark red dragon drilled out of the divine dragon halberd was obviously more powerful than the attack of the evil qi, and when he encountered it, he naturally wanted to try it.

The results of the attempt were barely satisfactory to him, and the injuries inflicted, though heavy, were far from fatal.

As for the cliff fall, it was naturally the fuse he laid, and the ghost character that attracted Zhou Shirong's performance was the torch that lit the fuse.

At this moment, he sat on the cliff, watching the tragic battle on the martial arts field from afar, how happy he was, and he rarely showed a good face to Zhou Shirong.

"Is that true?"

Zhou Shirong only felt that the sky that had been gloomy for a long time finally revealed the meaning of blooming a little light.

"What do I want a corpse for, what do I want you for?"

Xu Yi's gaze left the battlefield and shifted to the Seven Evil Soul Monument, which was as red as blood and was about to burn.

Of the seven weird "kill" words, six of them are already shining, and the last killing word is also lit up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhou Shirong was very satisfied with Xu Yi's answer, it is true that the yin corpse has no effect on Xu Yi, and the only use is to contain himself, and Xu Yi has the effect of containing himself. So far, he has seen and understood that it must be for Zhou Daoqian, killing his father with his son. How vicious.

After solving Zhou Daoqian, why does he need to pretend to be Zhou Shirong again, with the current ability of a thief, he really doesn't need to be a killer again.

You don't need to help yourself, you don't need to control yourself. You don't have to control yourself, so why keep a yin corpse and provoke yourself to **** peep.

Thinking about this section, Zhou Shirong completely settled down.

"There's nothing to do, you go first. ”

The last word "kill" is about to be completed, according to what Mr. Su said, the immortal martial arts is about to begin, how can Xu Yi have kung fu and Zhou Shirong nonsense.

After Zhou Shirong went. Xu Yi invaded the Sumeru ring with his thoughts, and was about to bring out the realm of life and death to meet the upcoming immortal martial arts, when he first sensed a slight tremor from the mourning stick, and the blood river flag was flying around in the space, and the fluttering flag trembled strangely, as if he had met a child who couldn't wait for a very good toy.

As soon as the thought moved, Xu Yi summoned the Blood River Flag, but unexpectedly, the flag was pinched in his hand. A terrifying suction force almost sucked the Blood River Banner out of his hand.

Xu Yi urged the hegemony trick, and the power of Jiuniu was born in an instant, barely resisting this extremely powerful suction.

Immediately, the eye socket became hot. Thick black mist converged from all directions, frantically surging towards the Blood River Banner.

As soon as his thoughts turned, Xu Yi immediately understood that these black fogs came from the killing arena and were the ghosts of countless deaths.

On the killing arena, there are mountains of corpses. With so many strong ghosts, it's no wonder that the Blood River Banner and the Mourning Stick have to react.

Compared with the mourning stick, the ** of the Blood River Banner devouring the yin soul is undoubtedly stronger.

Endless black mist surged towards the Blood River Banner, and immediately centered on the Blood River Banner, forming a terrifying vortex.

The crimson flag became more and more cold and infiltrating, and as the devouring progressed, the color changed from red to dark, and gradually, the surface of the flag had fine lines.

At this moment, a soft groan came from the Seven Evil Soul Monument, and the last word "kill" was all lit up.

Xu Yi was in a hurry, and at that moment, he hurriedly summoned another rope from the Sumeru ring, tied the flag handle, and firmly tied it to his arm.

With the exertion of his feet, a crater gradually appeared under his feet, squeezing into it slightly, and finally, the two long legs were almost completely sunk into the rock.

When he released the flag, there was a strong pull on his arm, and he was able to resist this powerful pull thanks to half of his body embedded in the rock.

Barely stabilizing the Blood River Banner, Xu Yi hurriedly called the Birth and Destruction Realm, and his eyes were cast on the Seven Evil Soul Monument, the Soul Monument suddenly lit up, the red color disappeared, and the seven kills were gone, as if it had turned into a pure white and flawless jade, and the shadow of a slender pure white jade man jumped on the wall, holding a long sword, and danced.

One move and one style, the movement and stillness are harmonious, it is not wonderful, but it is natural, staring for a long time, and gradually the line of sight is entangled by the tip of the sword, the spirit platform is hot, and the vision is repeated.

The sun in the sky shone pale brightly, and the weeping willows on both sides of the road were scorched brown by the long-lasting heat.

A young man in tattered clothes pulled an old cart, which was full of coals that were pressed into porcelain, at least 2,000 catties.

The wide belt, which had been sharpened to the edges, was bound into a thin strand by a huge pull, and was deeply squeezed into the shoulders, almost embedded in the flesh.

The young man's stiff face was so red and blackened that there was not a trace of sweat in sight, not that it could not seep sweat, but that it had just seeped out, and it was immediately roasted by the scorching sun.

The skinny legs are as solid as iron, and every time they kick the ground, they break out thick and hideous green tendons.

Like an old ox holding Mount Tai, step by step, against the furnace-like sun, it is difficult to march on the smoky galloping road.

When his eyes turned yellow, he faintly reflected the light of the fire, and subconsciously, the young man knew that his destination had arrived, and the tense strings in his heart suddenly relaxed.

The moment the belt detached from the flesh, it was like peeling off a piece of the scalp alive, and the young man's consciousness was hazy, and it was immediately clear.

"The descendants of the old Xu family, hurry up and rest, the **** Futian can burn people to death.

Under the thick shade of the old huai, Zhang Laohan, who was burning the kiln, shouted weakly, this scorching weather made this thin old man unable to stand it, hiding in the shade of the tree, and only a pair of underwear was left.

The young man staggered under the tree, and finally landed, almost falling down.

Zhang Laohan held it up, touched an old yellow gourd out of nowhere, and quickly stuffed the gourd mouth into the young man's mouth.

The cold salt water soaked between his lips and teeth, and the young man was so comfortable that even his soul was almost out of his body.

Looking at the young man's black face that was almost smoking, Zhang Laohan couldn't help but feel distressed, poured an extra mouthful of salt water, and then put away the gourd.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better!] (To be continued.) )