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Feeling the state of his body at this time, Ying Xuan's face was full of surprise, since he stepped into the ancient battlefield, he had been looking for the so-called opportunity, thinking about how to break through the seventh layer of evolution.

Helplessly, the corrosive power in the yin wind was too strong, and the gray energy made him dare not swallow it easily, and the aura was too mixed and too consuming when refining, so he had no choice but to run aground.

Unexpectedly, with the help of the void qi and the turtle shell rune, he directly plundered his power and enriched his body, not only breaking through the seventh layer of evolution, but also opening up the meridians with the surging spiritual power, and the Liuhe Alchemy Technique also made a breakthrough.

With a clenched fist, the rolling spiritual power emerged from the dantian like a tide, mighty, and it was only one step away from the peak of evolution, and Ying Xuan was now only one step away.

The power in the body is endless, the three meridians of the Hand Sun Heart Sutra, the Hand Taiyin Heart Sutra, and the Hand Shaoyin Heart Sutra go hand in hand, making a rumbling sound, Ying Xuan only feels that there is inexhaustible power in his body.

When the spiritual power and vitality in the gray mist were completely deprived, the turtle shell rune was once again integrated into the eight gossip seeds, and the void qi was once again hidden.

After the gray mist felt that the two behemoths were hidden, with a panicked mood, he hurriedly escaped from Ying Xuan's body, and the gray air flow on his body instantly converged, and he didn't dare to stay along with the gray mark in the palm of his hand.

Ying Xuan only felt a light on his body, and a wisp of gray smoke came out of his body, blending into the yin wind, whining and whining.

Those dark eyes, with a look of fear and resentment, did not expect to be snatched by the tiger's mouth, and the spiritual power and vitality plundered from other monks finally achieved Ying Xuan.

Although this is just a wisp of Yin Spirit clone, not all, it is also extremely unwilling.

The Yin Spirit clone didn't dare to stay, although it was extremely weak at this time, it also gathered the gray mist, merged into the Yin wind, and hurriedly fell into the depths of the ancient battlefield and roared away.

In another part of the ancient battlefield, Xia Yubing was looking at the pitch-black gourd and looking at it, thinking about what had happened, and he actually let out a slight tremble.

found that the gourd was wrapped in a layer of black smoke, and there was a wave of anger, faintly with a sense of fear and unwillingness, this scene made Xia Yubing's expression even more shocked.

The disciples around him, looking at Xia Yubing, whose expression was unpredictable, couldn't help but beat a little drum in their hearts, since they stepped into the ancient battlefield, they were king-like existences, and they had never seen Xia Yubing so discolored.

"Holy Maiden, what happened, it was the Holy Spirit..."

A treacherous and withered stream disciple looked at Xia Yubing's expression cautiously, and asked a little softly.

Xia Yubing turned his head and stared at him with a cold expression, so frightened that the disciple didn't dare to speak, and was instantly silent.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't, don't ask more!"

Xia Yu's cold voice made the several disciples present frightened in their hearts and didn't dare to say more, this matter was very implicated, it wasn't that they could ask more.

The group of people came to a ruined temple on the ancient battlefield, which was somewhat the same as the previous broken temple, and it seemed that there was more than one of the temples on the ancient battlefield.

There was still nothing on the altar, Xia Yubing took out the gourd and respectfully placed it on the altar, with a pious look on his face and words in his mouth.

The gourd, which was as black as ink, rolled up black smoke again, curled up, and finally froze in the sky, forming a black figure, unable to see the face, only the black mist surging.

Whining!

From outside the temple, a wisp of yin wind whistled, different from the previous excitement and unscrupulous, like a wisp of escaping yin wind, there seemed to be something terrible behind him, with a panicked mood.

The yin wind and the black shadow on the god platform merged, and in an instant, the black fog on the black shadow was like boiling water, and there was a trembling, and there was an angry emotion from the black shadow, and the black fog was steaming, as if it had launched a monstrous rage.

This scene made several treacherous disciples look more and more frightened, and they hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to look directly.

Xia Yubing looked at the black mist of the black shadow, wisps of black mist were like flames, burning and rising on the black shadow, as if venting, as if roaring.

Eventually, the black mist began to condense and contract, returning to the shadow, which seemed to be lost in thought and silent for a while.

Everyone present did not dare to move, some awe of the black shadow, from the black shadow came a cold breath, so that their bodies were a little tense, since entering the ancient battlefield, the wind and water, many monks sacrificed, nourishing the black shadow, and such a change has never happened.

Xia Yubing had words in his mouth, as if he was communicating with the black shadow, with a respectful look on his face, after a stick of incense, the black shadow turned into a curling smoke and returned to the gourd again.

Holding the gourd with both hands, after Xia Yubing put it away, the expression on his face changed unpredictably, the essence in his eyes kept flickering, and his heart could not be calm.

"In the ancient battlefield, there are still such characters!"

The shock in his heart was indescribable, and the message from the dark shadow, Xia Yubing finally understood where the change came from.

The doppelganger of the Holy Spirit went to devour the monks he met in the broken temple before, but he didn't expect to be plundered, not only the spiritual power and vitality devoured from the other dozen or so monks were plundered, but the origin of the doppelganger of the Holy Spirit was also plundered away, and the losses were heavy.

"Who the hell is that man?!"

Xia Yubing couldn't calm down in his heart, he always felt that the eyes of the mysterious monk were familiar, as if he had seen them somewhere, but his face was very raw, and he had no impression.

"Could it be that he is a disciple of the other three families and six sects, and he entered in disguise?"

Those who can have such means must be the seeds of the other three families and six sects, and there must be treasures on their bodies, so that they can escape a catastrophe, and they are even more prey.

"The next time you meet this person, you must be careful, this person must have a secret. ”

Xia Yubing's eyes flickered with coldness, and the breath on his body was cold, such an accident had happened, and he must report it to the sect as soon as possible.

Ying Xuan walked in the ancient battlefield, and saw the sand and gravel all around, the ruins and broken walls, and the sparsely populated people, he already understood that the so-called opportunity of the ancient battlefield did not exist, it was just a pretense to lure everyone into to achieve the ulterior purpose of the treacherous stream.

Sacrificing monks alive, plundering spiritual power and vitality, and turning them into nutrients to feed the so-called yin spirits, the means are extremely cruel and vicious.

Even so, there is no need to stay here any longer, the goal has been achieved, and the promotion to the seventh layer of evolution has opened up the three twelve canons, and the physical body has become stronger and stronger.

But the problem that plagued Ying Xuan was how to leave this place unharmed, even though the Ice Silkworm Skin Mask could change its appearance, but when he went out, under the noses of the powerhouses of the Hexagram Realm such as Dead Wood Spring and Horror Ding, Ying Xuan didn't dare to guarantee that he would not be recognized.

The gossip of the strong man in the Hexagram Realm has been completed, and it is comparable to other monks, and there were nearly a thousand monks before, and he was able to mix in it without being discovered.

Judging from this situation, it is estimated that the foreign monks who can get out of the ancient battlefield are only a few of them, and they are exposed under the noses of the powerhouses of the Hexagram Realm one by one, not to mention whether their identities are recognized, I am afraid that they will also be killed and killed.

"How do I get out of here?"

Ying Xuan pondered hard, and even thought about whether to catch a lone disciple of the Tricky Stream, disguise his appearance, and mix in among the disciples of the Tricky Stream, and when he came out of the ancient battlefield, he would be able to be unaware.

But when he thought of the poisonous snake-like gaze of the frightened soul and the strange smile of Dead Mu Chun, Ying Xuan dispelled the idea, but he didn't dare to take the risk easily.

But other than that, there is no better way, do you want to stay here all the time? If there is a strong person in the Transformation Realm who enters the treacherous stream, there is nowhere to escape.

Ying Xuan thought hard to no avail, and now he can only take one step, count one step, if it really doesn't work, I'm afraid he can only take the risk and disguise himself as a treacherous disciple.

In the distance, a gust of wind and sand suddenly rose, and it seemed that someone was approaching here, Ying Xuan looked at it, but there were only five or six sparse figures, looking at their appearance, they didn't look like treacherous and dry stream disciples.

When the arrivals approached, Ying Xuan finally recognized that the person who was the leader was Zhang Yang, who had won over him before, and then encountered him on the ancient battlefield and was chased and killed by him.

Zhang Yang's face was tired, and after several days of torture, he no longer had the arrogance that he had just stepped into the ancient battlefield before, and his face was full of panic, revealing a deep exhaustion and helplessness.

There were dozens of monks around him, and he was so high-spirited at the beginning that even the disciples of the treacherous and dry stream did not dare to take advantage of their edge, so they could only choose to compromise.

Unexpectedly, for a few days, the monks around him were suddenly ominous, and one by one they trembled under their noses and turned into white bones.

At first, Zhang Yang thought that it was a taboo on the ancient battlefield, although he was jealous in his heart, he didn't care about it, he just thought it was a coincidence.

But later, Zhang Yang was obviously panicked, if it was one or two monks, it could be attributed to coincidence, but what if it was ten or twenty monks.

As the monks around him turned into white bones, the hearts of the monks gathered in Zhang Yang finally dispersed, some of them went crazy, some of them ran away, and I still don't know what the situation is, and I am afraid that they will not be able to escape the fall.

Physically and mentally exhausted, helpless, full of monstrous hatred for the treacherous stream, if you can't detect the treacherous stream conspiracy at this time, you are a fool.

There were five or six sparse monks left, gathered around him, worried all day long, because he didn't know when, maybe the next one to turn into white bones would be himself.

The violence in his heart stimulated, Zhang Yang had already gone out, looking for the figure of the treacherous dry stream disciple everywhere, wanting to fight to the death.

Since you won't let me live, I won't let you have a good time.

When Ying Xuan and Zhang Yang met head-on, they were almost unrecognizable, as if they hadn't slept for several years, their eyes were deep-set, dark circles were swirling, their faces were not as rosy as before, they were full of blue and white, and they were even more deeply tired.

"It's you?!"

Seeing that Ying Xuan was still alive, Zhang Yang's mood was extremely complicated, when Lu Wang injured Ying Xuan and chased him, this person was still drawn to an end in Zhang Yang's heart.

As for Lu Wang, Zhang Yang never thought that he would be defeated, after all, Ying Xuan's escape was obvious to all, and Lu Wang's strength should not be underestimated.

Now that they meet again, Ying Xuan is still handsome, his momentum is becoming more and more restrained, and the breath coming from his body seems to be worse than before, although there is a little sadness between his eyebrows, but more of a radiant look.

Seeing Ying Xuan's appearance, Zhang Yang gritted his teeth with a face, this person ruthlessly threw off his face before entering the ancient battlefield, and after entering the ancient battlefield, he also took away the bone flower, which can be described as a new hatred and old hatred.

In particular, Ying Xuan's radiant appearance made him even more angry, and he was frightened and worried for several days, this person seemed to be very moisturized, and naturally he was even more dissatisfied.

"Boy, I didn't expect to bump into you here, it's only your bad luck to blame!"

There is still a ruthlessness in the corners of Zhang Yang's eyes that is difficult to hide, and when he sees Ying Xuan who is alone, there is a faint pleasure, and the depression in his heart for several days seems to be able to be vented today.

Ying Xuan looked at Zhang Yang who gritted his teeth, and the tiredness on his face that could not be concealed, and he couldn't help but have a little pity in his eyes, maybe it won't be long before this person will be sacrificed alive, and only a handful of white bones remain.

Seeing that Ying Xuan was silent, and there was even more pity in his eyes, an evil fire in Zhang Yang's heart surged into his mind.

"When death is imminent, I don't even know it!"

Zhang Yang's face was a little crazy, the mental torture of the past few days had brought him to the brink of collapse, if he didn't vent it again, I was afraid that he would go crazy.

It is estimated that there are not many people who can endure such devastation in this cold ancient battlefield, and the psychological pressure brought by the inexplicable death of the monks around them is not small.

even sounded the alarm bell of death, because I don't know when, the next one to die will be his turn.

Scold!

Zhang Yang took out the spirit soldier and rushed straight towards Ying Xuan, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were full of madness, and there was a perverted pleasure, as if he could get some kind of pleasure by cutting Ying Xuan under him.

As for the monks behind Zhang Yang, their faces were a little numb, their eyes were empty, they only knew mechanical movements, they seemed to have lost hope of survival, and they were disheartened and gave up on themselves.

"Ugh..."

Ying Xuan sighed secretly in his heart, for the person in front of him, he couldn't help but feel pity, he was not afraid, and he was almost sucked away of his spiritual vitality, turned into white bones, and buried here forever.

In the face of the surging momentum and already a little crazy Zhang Yang, Ying Xuan did not make any moves, but slowly avoided it, his body fluttering, and he was ready to leave.

Because, for a dying person, Ying Xuan has no need to start, living is the best punishment for him, suffering from mental torture and the devastation of fear.

"Damn, Hugh go!"

Zhang Yang roared angrily, raised the spirit soldier in his hand, and slammed towards Ying Xuan with the momentum of splitting the mountains, facing Zhang Yang's blow, Ying Xuan suddenly remained motionless, and the light in his pupils kept flickering.

"Hahahaha!"

Zhang Yang laughed wildly, but saw that a black sword fetus suddenly appeared in Ying Xuan's hand, and when he waved it, a bump knocked him away, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

And Ying Xuan didn't look at him, but stared at a young man with a weird smile on his face behind him. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.