Looking at Baguio's slowly falling body, Zhao Xianzong stepped forward slowly.

Zhao Xianzong could feel that the eyes that refused to close after death were full of unwillingness, despair and hope for life.

"Someone once asked the same question about this seat, but the answer of this seat was not approved by her, then this seat will know, individuals ask for different things, the way of action is different, it doesn't matter who is right and who is wrong, if I die here today, I have no complaints, so you should also have no complaints!"

With a slight flick of the fingers, the huge ice sculpture disappeared with the wind and turned into countless tiny particles.

In the end, he still didn't let go of the ghost king, and the matter has come to this point, maybe passing away with the wind is the best ending for the ghost king.

Looking around, Zhao Xianzong used his mana to capture the Heavenly Evil Sword and the Nine Condensation Cold Ice Thorns, and jumped up towards the imperial weapon under the mountain.

Just a few moments after Zhao Xianzong left, Heimu fell from the sky with an ice sculpture, looking at Baguio, who had no breath at all, he finally sighed, and then wrapped Baguio's body and walked towards the 100,000 mountains.

In the camphor forest in the east of Heyang City, Zhao Xianzong sat cross-legged in this hut built by himself, taking stock of the harvest this time.

Staring at the fifteen books of luck cheats in his mind, Zhao Xianzong was also happy.

Of the fifteen luck books, in addition to the four that were obtained before, twelve of them were obtained this time.

As soon as his mind moved, he knew that these were twelve books from Baguio, Ghost King, Daoxuan, Puhong, Shangguan Ce and others.

Seeing that the emergence of a new plane in his mind still required a lot of luck, Zhao Xianzong chose to decompose Baguio and Lu Xueqi's luck books without hesitation.

~Hum~ As the two luck books decomposed, a large amount of luck went towards the small turntable in his mind, and in just a moment, he was just a little short of being able to point out the next plane.

Zhao Xianzong no longer hesitated, and decomposed three luck books in a row, which was enough luck.

In this way, it seems that the difference between the son of luck and the ordinary luck is really too great!

It's this plane!

It's too late to lose so many luck books, and the newly emerged plane gave Zhao Xianzong a surprise.

Legend of mortal immortal cultivation!

This is a real cultivation plane, in which there is a strict cultivation system, and the world can be regarded as magnificent, in addition to the monks in the human world, there are still spiritual realms and immortal realms!

This is a world where you can truly become an immortal and become an ancestor! It's just that your own cultivation is still shallow, and in this world, I am afraid that you will not be able to subvert the entire world.

But it doesn't matter, the road to seeking the Tao is like this, how can it be smooth sailing!

If you can't kill the son of luck, you will kill a large number of monks! If one doesn't work, there will be hundreds, and if you can't do a hundred, you will have 10,000! You will always accumulate enough luck for yourself to descend into a new plane.

Retracting his mind, Zhao Xianzong's gaze fell on the rest of the luck books.

At present, there are still ten luck books left, and the most powerful of these books are undoubtedly the three of Beast God, Dao Xuan, and Pu Hong. The remaining nine books are all elders of various factions, and their strength is comparable, but what is puzzled is that they have not found Shangguan Ce and Yun Yilan's luck books among them.

Without thinking, Zhao Xianzong's thoughts moved, and the eleven books of luck suddenly turned into countless non-attribute cultivation infusions.

Sitting cross-legged, while receiving this huge cultivation, Zhao Xianzong's injuries around him were also rapidly improving.

"Bang bang" dozens of muffled sounds faintly came from inside Zhao Xianzong's body, and under the indoctrination of this huge external cultivation, several hidden acupoints in Zhao Xianzong's body were also washed away.

There are 128,600 acupuncture points in the human body, but there are only a few hundred of them that can be called big acupoints.

With the deepening of cultivation, many acupoints will be controlled by themselves one by one, but the almost endless ** Dao is not so easy.

But the higher the cultivation, the more you will control, the more you will control the acupoints, and the more accurate your use of power will be.

This is also the reason why many high-ranking monks can crush many low-ranking monks even if they are seriously injured.

With the improvement of cultivation, the death hole will no longer be a death hole.

"Baihui fell to the ground, the tail did not return to his hometown, Zhangmen was hit, nine out of ten people died, the sun and the dumb gate, will inevitably see the king of Hades, broken spine without bones, and died in a hurry under the knee. ”

This kind of blow, with the improvement of cultivation, will no longer be a fatal acupuncture point.

After receiving the huge cultivation, Zhao Xianzong stood up, and more than a few days had passed since he calculated the time.

At this moment, the nine milky white little pills in the body are getting closer and closer, but there is still no trend of fusing into one.

Zhao Xianzong estimated that he might be one step away from Yudan at this moment. It can barely be regarded as the peak of the pseudo-Dan!

It's just that if you want to get a pill, I'm afraid this world can't, and I don't even have the cultivation method now! Not to mention all the heavenly and earthly treasures that I need to get a pill, I almost don't know anything about it!

Looks like it's time to leave!

But before leaving, there's one thing to do!

Looking at the Heavenly Evil Sword and the Nine Condensation Cold Ice Thorn placed on the table, Zhao Xianzong already had a plan in his heart.

He has Qing Ming in his hand, but Qing Ming is still short of a sword cover worthy of it. Let's condense it with these two things!

Zhao Xianzong took his two things, jumped up and walked towards the Incense Valley, and after Zhao Xianzong left, the cabin behind him disappeared with the wind and turned into ice particles.

Its mission has been accomplished, and it is about to leave, and the hut has no point in existing.

A month later, a figure rose to the sky in the Valley of Incense.

This person is dressed in a wide black dress, with a handsome face, and he gives people a lot of pressure between his gestures, as if the king has endless majesty in the world, and it is like the flying immortals outside the sky giving people a kind of air that is out of the dust.

Such a completely different temperament is strangely combined, giving people a bizarre feeling.

This is Zhao Xianzong, after a month of time, he finally refined a satisfactory sword set, which is as dark as the Qingying Sword, but there are faint sky blue lines on both sides.

The whole sword set faintly gives people a sense of coldness, just the sword set is like this, you can imagine what kind of style the sword is if it is out of the sheath.

Glancing at the green shadow on his waist with satisfaction, Zhao Xianzong stood in the air, slowly glanced at the incense valley that was already in ruins, and then set his eyes on the 100,000 mountains in the south.

Originally, it was just a casual sweep, but Zhao Xianzong stared!

On the top of the mountain a hundred miles away, there was a turquoise figure and Zhao Xianzong's gaze meeting in the air!

With his cultivation at the moment, he can naturally see the woman's face clearly, and it is precisely because he can see clearly that he is shocked!

This woman's face is very bewitching, and it is definitely not something that ordinary people can have, this is not the point!

The point is that this woman is seven points similar to Baguio! But it's not Baguio, Baguio is dead, and the luck book that appeared in her mind doomed her to the end, which can't be faked!

"So who is this woman? Linglong, or is it a beast god?"

What is the murderous intent in those eyes?

Feeling that this woman could faintly put pressure on him, Zhao Xianzong no longer hesitated and instantly clicked towards the new plane.

The surrounding body, along with Qing Ming, suddenly turned into a little starlight, and disappeared into the sky above the Incense Valley out of thin air.

Just as Zhao Xianzong's body disappeared, the green figure actually crossed a hundred miles and came in an instant!

The speed is definitely not something that Zhao Xianzong can do!

On the very bewitching face of the turquoise figure, wisps of doubt appeared.

After exploring for a long time, nothing was found, and after all, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated.