When Zheng Hong came back, Chen Xi had already realized that after reaching the soul leaving period, although the soul in the sea of consciousness could not be too far away from the body, and the fragile soul was in danger of being killed at any time, but in the snow mountain, not to mention attacking Chen Xi's soul, even if he could see only the old man and the two soul beasts, now Chen Xi was controlling this small soul to swim in the sky, and the snow under the top view was extremely beautiful, the cold snow covered the hillside like snow-white cotton wool, and the snow rabbit's alert little head poked out of the snow. After looking around, the frostwolf still stalked in the snow, ready to catch the breakfast delivered to the door. He had never looked at the snow from such an angle, let alone stood at such a level to observe the vast sentient beings of the Kuixing Continent, since he had fought the fused immortal ge, Chen Xi's heart was clear, as if the whole person was above this land, and all the humans and demon beasts that grew here were in his eyes.

The only benefit is to double the aura of heaven and earth absorbed by the cultivator, and at the same time store it in the soul of the god, after continuous refining, when reaching the realm of distraction, it has close to half of the strength of the body, and can be separated from the battle for a short time, and after reaching the realm of demigods, the distraction will be infinitely close to the body, until the ascending god realm merges with the body, otherwise the thick and misty aura of the god realm will instantly disintegrate the ascending cultivator into minced meat, The physical strength of the cultivators of the Kuixing Continent is completely unable to withstand the infusion of spiritual energy in the Kuixing Continent, and on the contrary, the god-level powerhouses are also unable to survive in the Kuixing Continent.

Chen Xi's detached divine soul was extremely powerful under the action of the Soul Melting Fruit, Xuanming True Water, and Sternbone Godhead, although it had not yet grown to the realm close to the main body, it was already unbelievable to be able to fly away from the main body to a height of thousands of meters, and the fierce momentum emanating from the distraction was even unrivaled by the powerhouses of the Distraction Period.

Chen Xi, who was closed in the attic, suddenly opened his eyes, and the spirit soaring in the sky also returned instantly, because at this time, Zheng Hong was loudly scolding Lao Yu who was stationed outside the gate: Are you tired of being crooked? When Lao Tzu came back, not only did you not come to greet you, but you also stopped you, since you want to die, Lao Tzu will fulfill you.

Zheng Hong, who was in a happy mood, was blocked by Lao Yu, and his good mood suddenly disappeared, not long after he created the Rakshasa Gate, he was most afraid of these scattered cultivators, and sure enough, after leaving for so many days, even Lao Yu, who was guarding the door, dared to be disrespectful to himself, and just came to kill the chicken to show the monkey.

Facing Zheng Hong in the late stage of crystallization, Lao Yu also secretly complained in his heart, but the two demon beasts in the back, Chen Duan, who no longer knew what realm he had reached, also made him dare not take a step back, gritted his teeth, and said in his heart: Wealth and wealth are in danger, if this blow is older than immortal, the rider who follows Chen Du will be developed in the future.

Thinking of this, Lao Yu injected his whole body spiritual power into the big knife that was half a foot wide in his hand, and his machete was broken by Chen Xi, in order to reward Lao Yu for being the first to swallow the Demon Spirit Bead, Chen Xi not only gave him a five-grade Qi Gathering Pill, but also rewarded him with a medium-grade spiritual weapon in front of all the loose cultivators during the banquet, and the boldness of the shot made the loose cultivators regret it, why didn't they have the courage to stand up first.

It is this medium-grade spiritual weapon that saved Lao Yu's life, Zheng Hong has metallic spiritual power, when attacking, the palm wind is like a blade, ordinary cultivators don't talk about the body, even the general weapons held by them will be cut into two in Zheng Hong's broken blade palm, the scattered cultivators are not no one who dares to challenge Zheng Hong's majesty, at the beginning of the creation of the Rakshasa Gate, several scattered cultivators tried to overthrow Zheng Hong's position, but Zheng Hong's blades in the later stage of crystallization were killed one by one under the palm of the broken blade, and since then, the scattered cultivators have to choose to compromise.

Medium-grade spiritual weapons are dispensable for cultivators in the late stage of crystallization, after jumping out of the soul stage, cultivators can completely pursue a higher grade, at least accompanied by a high-grade spiritual weapon, if they find an artifact, cultivators who have no hope of ascending can even use this to crisscross the entire Kuixing Continent, although the artifact is just an ordinary thing after ascending.

Zheng Hong's whole person was wrapped in a cloud of orange-yellow light, and Zheng Hong under the metallic spiritual power walked towards Lao Yu like a smothered sword with a suffocating sense of oppression, although the pace under his feet was not slow, but the occasional falling pine needles were instantly twisted into powder after coming into contact with Zheng Hong's spiritual power.

The spiritual power on Zheng Hong's right arm skyrocketed, and after the light flickered, an orange-yellow long sword spitting sword light appeared in Zheng Hong's hand. This long sword was more condensed than the fist gloves that Chen Xi had condensed in the Xianyou Academy, and it seemed that Zheng Hong had indeed stayed in the late stage of crystallization for a long time.

Seeing the long sword appear, Bai Chengfeng was so anxious that his eyes were cracking, and he shouted loudly: Old Yu, run! The blade condensed by spiritual power is not something that a medium-grade spiritual weapon can resist!

However, Bai Chengfeng's reminder came too late. Zheng Hong's feet suddenly exerted force, and the white snow on the ground seemed to be hit by a boulder falling from the top of the mountain, and a wave of air spread from Zheng Hong's feet, and the snow brought up by the air wave rolled and scattered, and there was no Zheng Hong's figure in the scattered snow.

Old Yu now feels that there is only one word, fast, fast that makes people's eyes blur, all he can do is smash the medium-grade spirit weapon in his hand on his chest.

Another cloud of snow mist burst out, and Zheng Hong, who was rushing, was stunned, and his body, who had wanted to stand up, slowed down, and the orange-yellow long sword swung out a crescent-like qi blade and quickly slashed at Lao Yu's big knife. According to Zheng Hong's thoughts, his own qi blade could completely cut off Lao Yu's medium-grade spiritual weapon, and even cut his body in two, however, the aura that had been cooled by the cold spring was obviously stronger than he expected, and the orange-yellow qi blade slashed on it, although this medium-grade spiritual weapon produced a shocking crack, but Lao Yu, who was swept away by the powerful force, actually stood up slowly after struggling.

Such a mistake is something Zheng Hong can't tolerate, although he hit Lao Yu hard under one blow, but the result he wants to see is a second kill!

With a loud roar, the long sword in Zheng Hong's hand was flat, and the sword light that spewed out from the tip of the sword was even brighter, and with the castration of the gravel of the mountain, Zheng Hong attacked again.

With a crisp sound, the medium-grade spirit weapon in Lao Yu's hand shattered in response, in the eyes of Sanxiu, Zheng Hong just made a move, but Chen Xi clearly saw that Zheng Hong's sword spewed out three times, that is to say, in the blink of an eye, Zheng Hong had already attacked Lao Yu three times through the long sword condensed by spiritual power.

After the three hidden heavy blows, Lao Yu, who was lying on the ground, vomited blood, obviously his internal organs were injured, and Zheng Hong, who was lifting the long sword, showed a cold smile on his face, and the tip of the sword was downward, and he was about to penetrate the chest of Lao Yu, who was powerless to resist.

At this moment, a figure faster than Zheng Hong's sword light instantly appeared in front of Lao Yu, Zheng Hong didn't even see how the other party made a move, dozens of silver fist shadows in front of him rushed to his face, in a hurry, Zheng Hong could only retreat quickly, even so, there were still several fist shadows lightning attack, Zheng Hong pushed the long sword in his hand flat, each fist shadow hit the long sword will bring a diffuse air explosion, and then the force of recoil, Zheng Hong's figure is like a fallen leaf swept by the wind, flying out more than 20 zhang crookedly, The metallic sword in his hand collapsed.

It was only at this time that Zheng Hong saw the figure that made him embarrassed, his long black hair fluttered slightly, and the golden Xiaxia pattern robe set off a young man with a face like a crown of jade, and the young man's eyes were flat, as if what he had just repelled was not a late-stage cultivator of crystallization, but an annoying mosquito and fly that was fanned away.

Lao Yu's chest was slightly dented because of the aftermath of Zheng Hong's continuous attacks, obviously the sternum was broken, and the internal organs were also injured a lot, this injury made several of the scattered cultivators present cry, and they knew that unless a miracle happened, Lao Yu's death was only a matter of time.

Lao Yu, who was lying on the ground, barely showed a smile, accompanied by the blood gushing out, and said in a weak voice: Brother Chen Duan, I have never served anyone, the master of the White Gate is one, you are the second, take care of these brothers, Lao Yu will be at ease。。。。。。

Chen Xi bowed down slightly, made a silent movement with his outstretched palm, and then said gently: "Maybe you will die on other battlefields, but I, Chen Dui, will never let my brother die in front of me."

After speaking, the silver light on the palm of the outstretched hand skyrocketed, and a cloud of silver mist will wrap Lao Yu, in the mist, a trace of gold, like a small dragon looming, tens of thousands of years later, the Immortal Emperor's Nine Reincarnation Technique acted on mortals for the first time, although the resurrection technique could not make the soul dissipate a person be reborn, but in Chen Xi's opinion, such an injury was no different from being pricked during embroidery.

One breath, just one breath later, the silver light on Chen Xi's hand all dissipated, Lao Yu lying on the ground except for his face was a little pale, his sunken chest was already intact, his hands supported the ground and sat up, Lao Yu could hardly restrain this ecstasy of resurrection, and said loudly: Chen Du rider, how can he support the rider to save him.

After a slight moment, Chen Xi helped Lao Yu up and said: If you want, you might as well call me Brother Chen Duan, instead of some rider.

Zheng Hong, who was always on alert, heard the young rider in front of him call Lao Yu, and his eyes were full of horror, when did his Rakshasa Gate come to a rider of the Martial King Sect, and this young man's dress was so similar to Xianyou Academy? Just about to ask, he heard Chen Xi's voice say coldly: Zheng Hong? Now it's your turn, I said I wouldn't see my brother die, and I won't watch the man who hurt my brother leave alive!

Xianyou Academy, Wuwang Sect, no matter which force this young man belongs to, he can't afford to offend him, so he said with a smile on his face: This little brother 。。。。。。

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Hongzhi felt that his jaw was like being stabbed by the sudden ice and snow spike of the ring fox, and the powerful force choked back the second half of his sentence, and the whole person was thrown away again, and the young man who was more than twenty feet away from him stood in the place that originally belonged to him with a cold face, his eyes were as flat as ever, but his voice was even more cold: You, you are not worthy of being called a brother and sister with me!