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A hundred years is a full eight thousand years in the Heavenly Monarch's Mansion. In these 8,000 years, Xuan Yi put aside all distractions and devoted himself to cultivating the Great Dao.

From the soul hall at the beginning, to the killing hall, and finally to the meaning hall. 8,000 years have laid an incomparably solid foundation for him.

Killing the hall, the exercise is the way of killing. In the huge killing hall, there is only one killing word. And that killing word seems to be the most terrifying word in thousands of years, and every stroke of it contains the supreme killing way.

He had seen the killing intent of the Killing Spear, but compared to this killing word, it was slightly inferior. A killing word made him see Senluo Hell. A killing word made him feel as if he was dead.

After reading that word in the killing hall for a hundred years, he forged his heart as hard as iron and stone. No matter who it is, as long as it is an enemy, he will kill it as soon as possible, and there will be no softening in the slightest.

After the killing of the hall, it is the hall of meaning. In the hall of thought, there are countless ideas intertwined. These thoughts are very powerful and attack the mind. As for Xuan Yi, his willpower is much beyond that of ordinary Douzun.

It took about thirty years for his mind to finally become an immovable rock. In an instant, his entire mind was greatly sublimated.

The place of death outside the Heavenly Monarch's Mansion, a hundred years later, is still full of darkness. Although the Demon Heavenly Venerable had been gone for a hundred years, no creature dared to approach this place within this hundred years. The devil is gone, but the all-pervading death and evil remain.

It was another year of Lingwei camp selection, and groups of teenagers gathered in Hongdu City from all directions. This is the main way to enter the Lingwei camp.

And at this time, a young man appeared on the avenue on the edge of the land of death. The young man was dressed in black, his eyes were like ink, and he walked silently in the center of the road.

On his body, there is no energy reaction, but the breath is always incomparably long. The distance of dozens of miles seemed to be shortened under his feet, and with each step, the distance of dozens of meters would be widened.

The young man has long hair and an ethereal figure. In the momentum of the whole person, there is a taste of contempt. And this feeling is not perceptible to some of the fighters around him. Because his realm is ahead of these teenagers, it is too much.

"I can't imagine that it will be a hundred years. Eight thousand years seem to have made me even more lonely. Xuan Yi walked in the center of the road, looking at the young men in shape, looking at the excitement and longing on their faces, he couldn't help but sigh.

remembers that back then, he was also as ambitious as these teenagers, and he walked into the Nine Killings City with great ambition. And in the blink of an eye, it was a hundred years, and in this hundred years, he had matured unconsciously.

There was no breath emanating from his body, sometimes it was as sharp as a sword out of its sheath, and sometimes it sighed softly like an elegant scholar. There is no longer the youthful frivolity of the past. Now, though, he seems even more terrifying.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't you open your eyes, do you dare to block our young master's way?" the reprimand sounded, and behind Xuan Yi, a gorgeously dressed young man walked forward with a group of his men.

It was the young man's subordinates who were scolded, and his cultivation was probably at the peak of the fighter realm. This guy is a little higher than his master's cultivation. But that look like no one in his eyes has a kind of smell of dogs fighting people.

"The road is facing the sky, and each one goes to the other. If you want to go over, go to the other side!" Xuan Yi said indifferently, walking forward without looking back.

Unlike before, he now has a leisurely stroll in mind. Not to mention a few fighters, even if the Dou Sheng came, he didn't care.

"Boy, you're looking for death!" scolded angrily, and the young man's attendant suddenly screamed and cursed.

"Young Master Hong, let me take care of that kid and vent my anger for you. The leader of the attendant yelled and was about to rush towards Xuanyi.

"Wang Ju, just drive him away. Teach him a lesson, don't hurt him easily. The young master had a handsome face, but his face was arrogant. The temperament of the children of the family is fully revealed.

Teach him a lesson, don't hurt him easily. If this sentence is known to those Dou Sheng and Dou Zun who were killed by Xuan Yi, maybe they will crawl out of hell and scold this ignorant waste wood. How could Su Xuanyi be a fighter who could teach a lesson?

"Whew!" A punch was vigorous, whistling with the sound of the wind, and the fighter's fighting spirit instantly rushed out of his body and struck towards Xuan Yi's back.

"Hmph!" Xuan Yi let out a faint cold snort from his mouth, his back to the fighter, but his body stood motionless.

"Boom!" the fighter only felt a roar in his head, and then he lost consciousness. The soul was bombarded to pieces in an instant. That cold snort was simply the bell of death.

"Give you a chance. The cold words rang out, and the boy and his men around him only felt stiff, and their bodies could no longer move.

Sweat instantly overflowed their backs, and the thick shadow of death surrounded their souls under the cold breath. It's like a steel knife cutting through their souls, and it hurts.

"Keep your eyes open in the future, there are some people you cannot offend. The little fighter can only be regarded as an ant on the mainland. If you don't, sooner or later you'll become a corpse to be trampled on. Xuan Yi's words were still in his ears, and his figure had disappeared in front of the boy and his men.

How he left and in which direction he went, no one could see. The young man's eyes dilated in an instant, and the black-clothed back in front of him disappeared completely instantly, as if he had escaped into space. He knew that today he had met a strong man, a peerless powerhouse.

"The seniors warned, and the juniors remembered. Thank you for not killing your predecessors. His heart contracted a few times in an instant, and the young man slowly bowed down to the void with a reverent expression.

"Thank you seniors for not killing. And all his men fell down one after another. For these people, that moment was too terrifying, and they still have lingering fears until now.

Young Master Hong got up, his eyes looked ahead, and the haughty on his face was completely retracted. This time, he saw a peerless powerhouse, and that spiritual experience made him feel shocked. The arrogance is all reined, and all that remains is the heart of seeking the truth. I believe that after this time, there will be a greater breakthrough in his life.

Xuan Yi himself never imagined that his unintentional move would create a peerless genius after a thousand years. Moreover, this young master Hong is like a god of war among his future enemies. The growth of this son is to defeat him and defeat the invincible god of war in his heart.

Nine Killing City once again ushered in the selection of the Lingwei Battalion. Thousands of teenagers gather here. The whole city is particularly lively.

Xuan Yi stood in the air, glanced at the crowd below, with a hint of a smile on his face, his body moved slightly, and appeared a few miles away. Now, his speed can be described as terrifying. In his realm, the obstruction of the wind is already minimal. He walked through the forbidden space, without the slightest obstruction.

In the blink of an eye, in just a few breaths, he had already appeared on the edge of the wilderness of three thousand miles. At this time, in front of the barbaric gate of the Nine Killing City, there were two figures on the city tower, quietly waiting for the newcomers of the Spirit Acropolis City.

"Lord Shi Hao, how many teenagers will die in this wild periphery this time?" asked a middle-aged man with an indifferent face towards a black-clothed young man beside him.

Facing the young man, there was a hint of respect on the face of this middle-aged man. Although his own cultivation had reached the level of the peak of Dou Jun, he knew that in front of the young man, he couldn't make a move.

The middle-aged appearance is rough, the body is tall, and the cultivation has reached the peak of Doujun. And the young man, his face was indifferent, his cultivation was extremely introverted, and his realm had reached the realm of the early stage of Douwang.

"Whew!" The young man turned around, a faint smile appeared on his face, and said: "In the blink of an eye, it is a hundred years, and I have experienced more than twenty sessions of the three-year selection of the Spirit Guard Camp. This is the last time, and hopefully it won't be too bad. ”

"Huh!" At this moment, a streamer appeared in the eyes of the two. Shi Hao's pupils shrank, and the momentum of the whole person suddenly rose to the top, and the killing intent was vertical and horizontal.

"Haha! Shi Hao, I don't dare to take such a greeting gift!" A teasing laugh sounded, and a slender figure that Shi Hao would never forget appeared in his eyes.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man was stunned at first, and then turned his head to look at Shi Hao, only to see that the latter's face was completely excited and surprised.

"Brother Xuanyi?" the middle-aged man couldn't help but wonder.

In mid-air, the black-clothed young man stood in the air. His clothes stood still, and his whole body was solid, and even if the wind was strong, his hair did not flutter at all. He is like a peerless weapon, a man like a javelin, invincible in a thousand armies.

"Brother Xuanyi, long time no see. Shi Hao had a thousand words in his heart, but in the end, he only said one sentence that he hadn't seen for a long time. Any words are fully displayed in the eye contact between the brothers. Silence is worth a thousand words.

"Xuanyi, Su Xuanyi?" In an instant, the middle-aged man exclaimed, and the whole person jumped up violently.

Su Xuanyi is a legendary-level figure in the Lingwei Camp. More than a hundred years ago, he and the Seven Governors uprooted the Mercenary Guild and established the absolute supremacy of the Spirit Guard Battalion in the city. Then, resisting the tide of beasts, entering the Savage Heavenly Guard Camp, and even fighting against the Beast Emperor, these distant legends flashed from memory.

And the prestige of the young man does not stop there, the battle of Qinghong City, the fierce battle between the four families outside the Nine Killing City and the Huangqi City, one person alone blocking the two Douzun, and killing the strong Douzun, these are all legends!

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