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The Sun Moon Sect is vast, although Ziming saw the platform of life and death, but this labyrinthine road made him unable to find the way for a while. However, it is not difficult to get the news, and it only took Ziming a while to ask about the road here, although it is still a question whether it is accurate or not

The platform of life and death, the most dangerous place of the Sun Moon Sect, is also the place that can test the strength of the disciples of the sect. What a glorious thing it is to win and win the championship in the battle of life and death, but if you lose, you will either die or be injured. As for the Sun Moon Sect's Ironwood Bronze Human Array, basically no one dares to challenge it, but at least there are one or two elite disciples and core disciples who dare to try, and those who will challenge are basically martial idiots who want to break through their own limits.

The breeze caressed Zi Ming's cheeks, Zi Ming's face was handsome, but at this time, he looked sad, and he didn't know that he thought he was being played with by that girl. The "battle of life and death" made him feel quite depressed. However, after a great change in his heart, he has understood what kind of "cruelty" is "kindness" and what kind of "kindness" is "cruelty".

There was a vast land ahead, but the ground was scorched and dry, covered with black sand and white dust, as if it had just been burned by a fire, and countless undead were roaring, which looked very strange against the blue sky and light clouds. What's even weirder is a few low and stout old trees. The platform of life and death was built near here, and no matter how you look at it, it looks like an altar

"This senior, can you tell me the way to the Altar of Life and Death?" Zi Ming glanced at the young man dressed in the clothes of a high-level disciple and asked excitedly. However, Zi Ming walked to this deserted place, this must have taken the wrong path, and after meeting the high-level disciples, he decided to ask for another way.

Hearing this, the high-level disciple frowned, put down the little yellow book in his hand, and muttered to himself, "Where did this poor turtle come from? His eyes looked indifferent and anxious, and then he said coldly, "The ghost is out, show me!"

Zi Ming was stunned when he heard this, but fortunately, he quickly reacted, if he wanted to release "Ghost: The Pretender", then his heart must be reluctant. Ziming casually drew up a ghost. "Ghost: Karmic Fire" is brilliant, and the brilliance emitted by the karmic fire almost envelops Ziming's whole person in it.

The high-level disciple couldn't help but be stunned in his heart, but after half a sound, anger surged up on his face. Although this "ghost" seems to be normal, in fact, the coercion it exudes is unbearable. It's funny that such a person with an empty appearance can also come to the genius ring?

"Exaggerated!" the high-level disciple's face sank, and his tone was full of anger. “

Whew~ The arms of the high-level disciples shook, and there was no wind around, but the sleeves of his clothes bulged alone.

Ghost Release - "Ghost: Wind!"

The erratic strange light burst out, bursting in all directions in the blink of an eye, like fireworks falling from the sky. The dust particles on the ground were rolled into the shape of a tornado in an instant, and in an instant, more and more sand and dust were rolled into the tornado, looking like a huge black python, and the scene was extremely spectacular and terrifying. Fortunately, there are few people in this generation, and if others see it, it is estimated that they will be too scared to step into the genius ring area for half a step

"Can you break this wind with your cultivation? Let's go, don't be embarrassed!" As soon as the words fell, the high-level disciple was about to recruit, obviously, he just wanted to warn Zi Ming, so that Zi Ming knew that he was humble and small.

"Huh, what if I break it?" Before the words fell, Ziming's black python, which had already gathered in the sand, walked away.

Seeing Zi Ming walking towards the hurricane, the high-level disciple shook his head, just an outer disciple, it is impossible to break through such a ghost technique! Without strength, it is far from enough to rely on blood, this is simply an act of sending people to death!

"Hey~ Forget it! How can you be on a par with our high-level disciples? If you can pass, I'll slap myself on the spot!" The high-level disciple's eyes showed strong disdain. In his eyes, this reckless boy was already a dead man.

Zi Ming never heard of it, and unswervingly walked towards the mad salon tornado, and he couldn't be timid before fighting! Zi Ming tried hard to adjust his mentality, raised his right hand, and shook it suddenly, and the pale golden yuan power emerged, condensing into a brilliant blade. "The sword is a usage, not necessarily a chop!" These eight characters swirled and fluttered in Zi Ming's mind, and at this time, Zi Ming's robe floated out, his eyes burned, and his steps walked slowly! Countless grains of sand attacked Zi Ming, making him have to squint his eyes

Since this is a kind of ghost art, it must have its own subtleties, which seem to be incomprehensible, but in fact there must be flaws, and everything in the world is like this!

The high-level disciple couldn't help but sneer when he saw that Zi Ming was about to be swept into the center of this wild sand storm.

Ziming's eyes suddenly opened, and his crimson eyes flashed with a strange light, "Give me - break!"

The tip of the sword shook, and Ziming leaped in his footsteps, running quickly in the direction of the hurricane vortex. The sword light flashed, and the tornado was bombarded by this wave of power, and it instantly scattered, forming a black rain of sand, which was sprinkled in the air

Zi Ming's eyes glanced at the black sand rain that was still falling in the distance, the flames rekindled in his crimson pupils, his mind moved, he got up and stepped forward, his arm shook, and the red lotus-like light behind him exploded! The sword blade shook, the sword flower bloomed, and the sword qi turned into a ray of light, and it rushed towards the hurricane in the blink of an eye

The sword roared, drowning out the whining roar of the hurricane. Zi Ming didn't dare to relax at all, his face sank, the sword wind roared, the sword light flashed, and the sword blade rolled up a mighty sword qi, sweeping vertically and horizontally, violently tearing the air in the hurricane whirlpool. Every time Ziming swung a sword, it added a sense of slaughter to this desolate realm

A moment later, the space within the hurricane vortex had been torn apart and twisted by the sword qi. Zi Ming seemed to be enchanted, and the sword light flickered and enveloped him in it. Sword Dance!Zi Ming's body quickly swung with sharp energy, and he continued to slash at the black hurricane in front of him endlessly

One rift, two rifts, three rifts

Sword Dance - The Last Move! Smash the Ground! Boom! A huge roar burst out, and a figure leaped out of the hurricane's black sand, half-crouching, and pointed at the ground. Behind it, the black sand hurricane collapsed and scattered into scattered particles. The black sand in the sky is sprinkled in all directions, covering the sky and the sun, like a black cloud pressing on the top

Zi Ming let out a long breath of turbidity, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the high-level disciple in front of him with a hint of playfulness

At this time, the high-level disciple had already stood up, his heart rippled, and his eyes were full of astonishment.

"Senior, do you remember what you just said?"

The high-level disciple's pupils twitched, "I didn't release my full strength just now, it was to give you confidence and cheap you~"

"Senior Xie, may I ask the name of the senior?" Zi Ming asked respectfully, of course, these are polite words. The arrogant image of this high-level disciple made Ziming's heart full of disgust, and if it wasn't for asking for directions, he wouldn't have bothered to please him.

"Wu Qing!" As soon as the words fell, he saw that Ziming was about to speak again, and hurriedly said the way to the Life and Death Terrace.

Seeing Ziming turn around, Wu Qing thought about it, and then her face changed. He was so embarrassed by a junior from an outer door, if it was spread out, no one would believe his nonsense. Slowly, no! If such a wicked junior develops, will he have another competitor in the future. No, while he's still young, he must not let go!

Half an hour later, an afterimage flew out of thin air, like a Dapeng in the sky, this person was Wu Qing! Gale Tiger Tiger, like the roar of a fierce beast. Feeling the movement behind him getting stronger and stronger, Ziming seemed to sense that something was wrong, and his pupils suddenly shrank

"Give me death!" Wu Qing shouted violently, his palm poked out like a poisonous snake, and the vigorous palm wind roared out! Wipe it out here and throw it off the cliff. In this way, hidden dangers can be avoided in the future.

Zi Ming turned around suddenly, and Zi Ming, who had no time to react, had to subconsciously make defensive moves. Wu Qing: Sure enough, people are as their name suggests - ruthless!

Click-click-click-clatter, stone kills and splashes on the ground

Zi Ming's body was shocked, and his steps did not stop retreating, until his body was close to the edge of the cliff before he stabilized his position, and the black stone particles fell sharply off the cliff, only a few feet away, as long as he was not careful, he would be swallowed up by the bottomless cliff

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