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Eighteen does not enter the fourth grade, and there is no hope for life.

This sentence has been passed down from ancient times for thousands of years. But in the final analysis, there are very few people who can enter the fourth grade of eighteen.

Yang Lin was able to enter the fourth grade at the age of nineteen, and he was already a rare soul cultivation genius. Not only in the Yang family, but also in the entire Hongchen country, with such potential, it will definitely become the object of attention and cultivation.

Yang Lin took the initiative to ask for battle to sharpen when he went to the battlefield, and he believed that the Red Chen Army would be able to win a complete victory. A genius like him, whether confident or otherwise, has long since reached its peak.

Originally, Yang Lin was accompanied by a master of the family, but seeing that Yang Lin's opponent was only Sanpin, he naturally didn't care. Whether it was Yang Lin or others, they would never have imagined that a third-grade could actually kill a fifth-grade!

An impossible battle came to an end in the disparity in strength.

When Zuo Wuzhou was under the pressure of life and death, he had an epiphany in an instant. Coupled with Yang Lin's light enemy and carelessness, the steel knife in Zuo Wuzhou's hand slashed from Yang Lin's lower body!

Yang Lin is dead!

He is a five-grade genius cultivated in the capital of the Red Delirium Kingdom, so what reason would he die at the hands of the third grade. Sanpin, in the past, was just the object of his disdain, but now it was Sanpin who killed him.

"Impossible!" Yang Lin roared in shock and anger with his last strength, and his voice stopped abruptly.

He couldn't believe it until he died, even if he underestimated the enemy, even if Zuo Wuzhou broke through the fourth grade, it would never be possible to kill him.

Because he knew very well that the soul power of the young opponent in front of him had been exhausted. Without soul power, why kill him.

Even if he is a rival in love, even if he suddenly breaks through the fourth grade, it stands to reason that it will be difficult for Zuo Wuzhou to kill Yang Lin. However, Yang Lin couldn't guess that Zuo Wuzhou was a dual system, and what was consumed was water soul power, and the golden soul power had not been used, and it was extremely full.

Of course, if he, Yang Lin, cultivated the "Iron Pants Crotch Spirit", he might be able to block this fatal blow.

Killing Yang Lin, the fifth grade, did not make Zuo Wuzhou excited and arrogant, but even calmer. Wupin is only a junior officer in the Jianing Army, and if a middle-level one comes, he can be blown into slag at any time.

Kill Yang Lin, and a crystal falls from Yang Lin's corpse. Zuo Wuzhou didn't have time to think about it, so he grabbed it, turned over and galloped away!

From Zuo Wuzhou being cut to the ground, and then turning over and killing Yang Lin, it was just a blink of an eye.

A knight in the distance was originally watching the battle with a smile, but at this time, the color changed wildly, and he rode his horse and galloped over: "Xiaolin!"

The "Xiaolin" in his mouth was so dead that he couldn't die anymore, this person was furious, his eyes were about to split, he turned over and roared wildly: "I'm going to kill you!"

The future of the Yang family, the hope of the Yang family, unexpectedly died on the battlefield.

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Several Red Iron Riders chased after each other like crazy names!

Zuo Wuzhou secretly complained bitterly, and at the same time scolded in his heart: "I killed that person before, is there any special origin? I can't see how many people are chasing after me, but I think it's only higher than that person just now." ”

Don't do a lingering gallop all the way, and the war horse is easy to bear. Fortunately, on the way, I can occasionally bump into scattered Red Tan Iron Riders chasing and killing the Xilin Army. Then he grabbed the horse and fled at a speed that was often lightning fast!

However, Zuo Wuzhou soon found out that he had suffered a loss.

Halfway through, they snatched the horses from the red iron riders, and the two horses rotated, getting faster and faster, and the distance was getting closer and closer.

While galloping, I looked back! There was a crisp roar, and an arrow roared through the air. Rao is Zuo Wuzhou reacted extremely quickly to avoid it, but he could still feel the pain in his face from the arrow wind, and he was immediately shocked!

The further he went, the more Zuo Wuzhou faintly heard the roar of thunder coming from ahead. Turning his face to the river not far away, he was shocked: "The person behind should be a six-rank soul martial artist, if I catch up, I will definitely die." ”

Shoot the horse at the moment, and stimulate the war horse to explode faster with soul power, but in this way, the war horse is bound to not last!

The people chasing behind saw Zuo Wuzhou's war horse soaring, and heard the thunder, and their faces turned blue and roared: "You killed the people of my Yang family, don't want to escape!"

It's not fun to play intimidation, Zuo Wuzhou really doesn't know if the Yang family is a human or a ghost.

Rushing past one after the other, crossing a mountain bag, and finally seeing clearly ahead—a waterfall of great scale was roaring, and three thousand silver streams were plummeting down!

Zuo Wuzhou's speed did not decrease but increased, and his legs caught the pain of the war horse, and the longitudinal horse went straight to the edge of the waterfall like thunder and lightning, and even the people and horses jumped into the air!

Zuo Wuzhou rode his horse and hung in the sky, like a divine power like a broken void!

In this situation, if you change the environment, it must be extremely shocking. But at this time, just when Zuo Wuzhou jumped out with people and horses, jumped to the highest point, and began to fall!

The sixth-rank soul martial artist behind him roared angrily, pulling his bow and drawing arrows!

"Not good!" Zuo Wuzhou shouted wildly, the arrow sank into his body, bringing out a puddle of blood flowers, and falling straight under the waterfall!

The six-rank soul martial artist approached the cliff, and coldly watched Zuo Wuzhou turn into a black spot and fall into the lake in the thunder of the waterfall comparable to the galloping of ten thousand horses, and his eyes narrowed: "Go down, search!"

"To live to see people, to die to see corpses!"

The waterfall is extremely high and huge, and it is full of cliffs, and it is not easy for ordinary people to go down.

It took a little time to find a cliff to climb down. Several people searched for most of the day before they came back one by one, and they didn't dare to look directly at this person: "The person is gone!"

The six-rank soul martial artist only felt that the sky was spinning, his body shook, and his face was red and blue!

"The order goes down, he is wanted. Whoever he is, he must die!"

"He must be from Xilin, find out, our Yang family wants to use his whole family to bury Yang Lin!"

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The Six-Rank Soul Martial Master led his men back in a hurry, and the waterfall was still as it had been for hundreds of thousands of years, continuing to show the magic of nature.

After a long time, a pale face came out of a stone and lay on the stone slab that had been washed smooth as jade, and gasped for breath!

Zuo Wuzhou's whole body [***], I don't know if it was water or sweat, a steady stream of rolling down from his forehead! Holding down the arrow cluster on his right shoulder, it hurts to the heart!

This arrow was so remarkable that it almost pierced him, and the cluster of arrows almost didn't enter his body!

Zuo Wuzhou's face turned pale, he tore off a piece of cloth and bit it in his mouth, and waved his knife with his left hand to cut the arrow cluster first and then pull it out!

After incubating the medicine he got in the Xilin Army, he recuperated for a while, and only then did he recover a trace of blood on his face, and said to himself coldly: "Fortunately, I am not from Xilin, and if I want to kill my whole family, I can't spare you." Let's see who kills whom!"

The man's tone was obviously from a family, and the red was originally one of the most powerful countries in the nearby generation. This person used the power of the family, and if he really found out his origin, his relatives would be killed.

"Originally, I wanted to finish this battle and go back after grinding. Since you want to kill my whole family, then I can't leave a legacy behind. Zuo Wuzhou thought coldly: "Yang family, I remember you." ”

"You can't stay here for long, I still have to leave quickly!"

Zuo Wuzhou dragged his injured body and left quietly!

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About 20 days later, in a deep mountain and old forest in Xilin Country, in the karst cave formed by nature, there was a heroic young man practicing his knees. When he smiled, even the dark cave seemed to be filled with the breath of sunlight in an instant.

The young man is Zuo Wuzhou, and after twenty days of cultivation, he has already successfully broken through the third rank and reached the fourth rank soul martial artist.

The so-called difference between a soul warrior and a soul warrior, he had already understood it. The soul is me, and I am the soul.

The meaning of this sentence is simple. The question of what the soul is, which I have never been able to figure out, is actually in this sentence.

The people of this world are different from us, and everyone in this world has only one soul. And this life soul is "me", the existence consciousness of "me", and the ** owned by "me".

Now that you understand what the soul is, breaking through the three grades is a matter of course.

From understanding and breaking through, Zuo Wuzhou really understood why everyone said that the soul martial artist and above are the real soul cultivators, and the soul warriors are just the foundation.

It is because it is not until the soul martial artist cultivates that he can understand the true meaning of soul cultivation, connect the outer soul with the life soul, and refine the meridians with soul power. The difference in the essence of cultivation leads to the gap between the soul warrior and the soul warrior, and it is destined to be a heavenly moat by nature.

"No wonder there is a saying that if you don't enter the four grades, you will have no hope for life. Zuo Wuzhou sighed with emotion: "No wonder there are as many as dogs below the third grade, no wonder there are more than the fourth grade, whether it is the heart or the soul, it is extremely precious." ”

"Eighteen is not into the fourth grade, and there is no hope for life. Zuo Wuzhou suddenly smiled: "I'm exactly eighteen, I don't know if it's the kind of hope?"

Zuo Wuzhou naturally didn't know that the so-called eighteen is hopeless for life, but it is actually because once the age is over eighteen, the blockage of meridian impurities will become more and more serious with age. Therefore, if you want to achieve great things, you need to reach the four grades before the eighteenth - only the four grades can you start refining and dredging the meridians.

For him, this old rule makes no sense. Because of the Michi experience, the meridians of his whole body have long been unimpeded.

After pondering for a moment, he figured out many key points, and took out the crystal that he had snatched from Yang Lin with a smile!

It was a pale and colorless stone of the Spirit, and there was a spirit in the stone!

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