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With the twilight and the thick smell of blood, the gray-black figure gradually appeared among the dark trees, and the group surrounded Yi Xiang and his party.

Although it has not been counted, at least forty or fifty people are at least forty or fifty people, compared to the Yi family's lineup of more than ten people, it is three or four times the difference.

However, the battle between cultivators cannot be estimated by the number of people at all, because as long as the cultivation is a little higher, it can easily overwhelm five or six opponents of the lower order, and if they have crossed the realm, then one block and ten can only be regarded as basic.

Therefore, before he really saw the strength and weakness of his opponent, the Pu Dao in Yi Gui's hand still couldn't help but tremble, and his entire back was soaked with cold sweat.

Of course, except for Yi Xiang, the vast majority of people who don't know the situation are similar to Yi Gui's situation, although everyone is a person who has experienced many big and small storms, but under the dull and murderous atmosphere at this moment, it is still inevitable that their hearts will beat faster, and they will sweat nervously.

In the twilight, the enemy's makeup and appearance could finally be faintly seen, a group of vulgar men, most of them wearing shabby blood-stained shirts, but more than half of them either wore tiger skin shawls on their shoulders, or tiger tail belts around their waists, and the worst ones would also wear tiger tooth chains around their arms, and most of the weapons were short knives and bamboo spears.

After recognizing the identity of the person, Yi Gui finally had some confidence in his heart, and the clenched Pu Dao no longer trembled, but the original slightly frowning brows squeezed deeper, and at the same time, a wave of anger rushed to the corners of his eyes, and without waiting for Yi Xiang's instructions, he opened his mouth and shouted:

"You thieves riding Hugang are too long, right! You dare to stop my Yi family's convoy, why don't you get out of the way quickly, and clean up the road ahead for me by the way!"

After a big drink, but saw that the besieged bandits were unmoved, still approaching step by step, Yi Gui couldn't help but be angry, and was about to say something to stop him, but was stopped by Yi Xiang stretched out his hand.

Yi Xiang looked back at the direction of Yi Ting's truck, at this time, there were three guards standing guard around him, Yi Xiang ordered in a serious and cautious tone: "The three of you must not leave the side of Young Master Ting, you must protect him!"

After the three of them nodded their promises, Yi Xiang turned to the others and said: "The enemy is prepared, it seems that we have been calculated, and if we start a war in a while, we must go all out, we must not leave our hands, otherwise we will have little life!"

After listening to what Yi Xiang said, everyone was shocked, especially Yi Gui was even more puzzled, and hurriedly asked: "The leader of the Tiger Gang is only a late stage of forging, even if he comes out of the nest, he may not have the ability to leave us, is it... It's not just a group of people who are riding Hugang!?"

Before Yi Xiang could answer, the movement outside had already explained everything.

I saw seven or eight masked black-clothed men appear strangely in the treetops around them, this group of people appeared without making any sound, as if they were standing on top of them, but the sudden appearance of strong coercion made people have to notice their existence.

Everyone's hearts sank, knowing that this was really a situation of nine deaths and one life, because this coercion had long exceeded the ability of the forging period, and no one on his side could fight against any masked man in black alone except Yi Xiang.

Everyone unconsciously turned their eyes to Yi Xiang's body, because that was the only glimmer of hope, and everyone was waiting for Yi Xiang to speak, although he had already said that this time there was little life.

"Those... The masked man... Who is it?" Yi Gui asked in a trembling voice.

"Looking at the owl-shaped mark on his left chest, it should be the killer of the Hidden Evil Sect!" Yi Xiang replied calmly.

"It is known as the hidden evil gate that no one can kill, and no one can kill it!?" someone exclaimed!

"Horses... The killer must have been done by the Qian family!"

"Damn... Fight hard! Even if you die... Drag a few funerals too!"

Yi Xiang glanced at everyone, and said heavily: "If someone can break through this time, they will definitely return to the head of the family, someone... It's going to buy our lives!"

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Unaware that the surroundings had become a bloody battlefield, Yi Ting was still immersed in the dreamlike first feeling experience.

Although it was only about three days before he first felt unconscious, Yi Ting in the dream seemed to have experienced three months or half a year, or even three or thirty years, and there was no way to judge whether it was wrong or right.

This is an experience that has never been experienced before, Yi Ting's mind is 'awake' through all kinds of strange dreams, and people seem to be suspended in the void, and they cross thousands of different worlds at incredible speed.

said that it was a dream, because Yi Ting clearly knew that the place where he was could never be the real world.

Even in a distant corner of the continent, or even beyond the other interface of the space where the continent is located, there may really be such a similarity, but at this moment, even if the primordial spirit is detached, he can still know with certainty that what he sees and hears is illusory.

Because maybe in the next moment, I will arrive in another space that is completely unimaginable.

But to say that it is sober, it is because no matter where you are, no matter where you are, every flower, fruit, grass, tree, sand and stone, mountain, sea, beast and demon, none of them can escape their own perception, and they are so subtle that even the blood flowing in the body of living beings, or the bubbles that exist in the rhizomes of plants and trees, can be extremely detailed, as if you can see it yourself.

But if we are dreaming, why are we awake? If we are awake, why don't we really wake up?

Such doubts only appeared at the first moment, and never resurfaced after that. Because whether he was dreaming or waking up, Yi Ting didn't have time to think.

There are countless insights like snowflakes impacting Yi Ting's mind all the time, but when he wants to grasp a trace of insight, he will be squeezed into the absence of new things.

Even if I tried to recall a profound experience, I found that it was like looking for a needle in a haystack, knowing that it really existed, but I didn't know where to start.

At this time, he realized that all his experiences, perceptions, experiences, cognitions, etc., during this period of time, were all sunk in the so-called sea of spiritual knowledge.

This may be the fundamental difference between mortals and immortal cultivators, where the mind can leave the physical body and enter a strange space called the Sea of Spiritual Consciousness.

From the first feeling, Yi Ting realized that there was a clear pond here that was not too small, but it was not very big, and then with his fantasy process, it gradually expanded into a large lake that was about to be seen to the end, until finally, when it formed a vast sea that seemed to be boundless, it was natural that he could no longer feel any obvious changes.

However, Yi Ting still vaguely knew that the deepest part of the sea, or the edge of the distant ocean, was still imperceptibly expanding.

But just as he began to feel a little overwhelmed, as if the sea of spiritual consciousness was about to burst through his head, everything finally stopped.

No one needed to tell him, Yi Ting knew that the end of this strange journey was ahead.

...... There's one shift tonight, around nine o'clock!

(I wanted to bring it simply, but I couldn't stop writing it, and I had to force myself to step on the brakes, although you may be confused, but Yi Ting will forget everything about it anyway, and then take it out bit by bit and talk about it slowly.) So it doesn't matter if you don't know what Baili is writing, but tickets and collections must be required!