The boy's voice fell, but no one wanted to go up and take the risk.

Looking at his posture, there is still some energy to spare.

Those who break through the mystery and enter the Dao are likely to have some special means, similar to blowing up the natal weapon and dying with the other party.

Although Wei Xia Zhi was only a Qi Refiner, his Qi refining strength had not reached the Breaking Mystery Realm.

But with the help of that kind of means equivalent to sword cultivation, he also has the power to break the mystery, and the most important thing is that he still has a sword aura that cannot be guarded against.

That murderous sword aura, although it had the ability to affect the mind, but they could easily feel it, and if they took precautions, it would not have much effect.

If it was in the chaos, his emerald green thing that looked like sword qi and pill aura would probably seriously injure them.

After more than 20 people glanced at each other, they nodded in unison.

Since no one wants to explore the path first, let's just suppress him together and don't break the treasure.

"From—"

As this sound fell, Wei Xia Zhi felt the weight on his shoulders sink again.

His legs were slightly bent, his flesh was broken, and he was constantly trembling, and if he continued to resist like this, he would surely explode and die.

Above the earth, the nets of thunder shone and the dust flew.

"Uh......"

In the center of the thunder net, the young man with a low and hoarse voice was scorched black, and the blood that jumped out of his body did not have time to flow before it was evaporated by the power of thunder and lightning.

The same is true of his skin and flesh, he is already thin, and he has no appearance at the moment.

Wei Xia Zhi smiled bitterly.

It hurts, and he's sober again.

Wei Xia Zhi said in his heart: "Xia Liufeng...... Is there still power? ”

The mask that consumes most of the soul power has fallen into a deep sleep, planning to live and die in the sky, and the eyes are not upset, and this kid is on the table.

Wei Xia Zhi put his hands on his shoulders, and after a loud shout, he murmured, "Go ahead." ”

A faint trace of qi refining method, holding the mask that had turned black again, flew away, and the speed was not fast.

"What is this?"

"Is it some kind of secret treasure?"

"Stop him!"

"Come here!"

The more than twenty Xiang Family Breaking Xuan Monks who joined forces to suppress Wei Xia Zhi were all distracted from each other, wanting to seize the strange mask.

Originally, he thought that Wei Xia Zhi was wearing this ugly mask to cover his face, but when this kind of life was at stake, he chose to spend a few forces to send it away, it must be a treasure!

Wei Xia Zhi sneered, "It's up to you to take it too?" ”

"Come out!"

As the scorched black figure fell, the monk didn't have time to suppress it, and wisps of red and green light quickly emerged around the figure.

It was just an instant, when the monk reacted, this large place within a circle of one mile was shrouded in those two colors of spiritual light.

And the two colors of aura, red and green, seem to be at odds, constantly intertwining and separating, repeating themselves.

In the center of the aura, where the scorched black figure was originally located, there were old men laughing, young children crying, women shouting, and men roaring......

This was not the sound made by Wei Xia Zhi, but the sword qi that represented killing.

Because of it, the emerald sword qi that would overdraw Wei Xia Zhi's life actually had a dispute with it.

It didn't allow that, it didn't allow it to hinder it from seizing the last of Veshasol's sanity......

Under the "burning" of the thunder net, Wei Xia Zhi was no longer simply trembling, but shivering.

Physical pain, for him, I don't know when it started, is no longer very important.

Maybe it's when you take the risk of smashing your own body one at a time and then rebuild it.

It can also be injuries again and again, fighting with people, jumping sideways between life and death repeatedly......

Now Wei Xia Zhi, he can't think of this, he is very painful.

Pain from the soul.

He let go of all his mind, and also drew out all the sword qi he could mobilize.

After all the emerald green sword qi was drawn out, there was naturally nothing to help him keep his spiritual sense.

The killing sword qi took advantage of the void, and the strange sound that could be heard by the outside world was magnified a hundred times and a thousand times in his mind, and he couldn't feel anything......

Wei Xia Zhi had no thoughts, but his hands were still holding the fragmented picture scroll.

A ray of orange streamer was very inconspicuous in the sword aura he emanated, and none of the Xiang Family Monks present could find it.

The scroll was held safely and flew into the woods, and before it had gone far, it lost its direction and stopped moving forward, lying quietly on the trunk of a tree.

A woman in green clothes walked up, followed by a child in green with a tilted head and a blond man with blank eyes.

Xia Ye looked at the blonde man, then at Dongfang Huaiyin, and finally asked the blonde man in a low voice, "Do you know what's wrong?" Do you know where you're going, Master Wei? ”

The blonde man was naturally Bi Yuewu, who was temporarily returned to yang by Dongfang Huaiyin in a special way.

He actually wanted to die, very much.

Although there is anger and resentment in my heart, I can't take revenge compared to being alive, so it's better to die and go with her sooner......

The blonde man was in a very irritable mood, and the feeling that he wanted to die but couldn't die was very uncomfortable, and he couldn't help it.

But he has a good impression of this little dryad, perhaps because of the demon clan.

Thinking of this, he hated the woman in Tsing Yi in front of him a little more.

"Despicable and shameless, he was actually captured as a slave at such a young age......"

Seeing that he didn't react, Xia Ye asked again in a low voice because he didn't hear it, and didn't dare to disturb Dongfang Huaiyin who was holding the mountain and river roll in front of him.

Bi Yuewu's dull eyes were a little colorful, and she shook her head slightly.

Xia Ye pursed his lips and sighed secretly.

Dongfang Huaiyin looked at the fragmented mountain and river scroll, and for some reason, the hand she was holding was a little stiff.

Those beautiful eyes are even more streamer.

Even if he was going to die, Wei Xia Zhi, who was unconscious, still gave the most important thing to the person who believed most now

After this was done, the charred black figure who was pressed to his knees moved, and when he raised his hand, a bloody sword condensed.

He uttered a voice that did not resemble a human being, "Truly, ......"

After the strange laughter spread all over the world, he shook his arm hard.

The bloody sword emitted a sizzling sound of smoke, wisps of emerald green streamer, born out of nowhere, wrapped around the blood-colored sword body, and gradually went up.

In the distance, under the forest, with Xia Ye's strength, of course, he doesn't know everything here.

Even if the fight is turned upside down, as long as he doesn't come here, he can't see or hear.

Dongfang Huaiyin had already used a little trick, even if Wei Xia Zhi was standing in front of him now, Xia Ye couldn't see it.

Originally, with Bi Yuewu's strength, he couldn't see it, and his state was still very weird, and he couldn't exist in a way that he was still alive.

Like a soul, but with a physical body.

There was a glint in his eyes, and two purple-red flames burned in his eyes.

"Wow!" Natsuba's eyes widened.

What's going on? Such a big person, I don't know if I'm burning myself?

After Bi Yuewu's anomaly appeared, his blonde hair began to turn red, like cast iron in a furnace.

His entire body also emitted a huge amount of heat, causing Xia Ye in the dryad's body to retreat again and again.

On Dongfang Huaiyin's beautiful face, the expression was extremely complex and constantly changing.

Finally, she sighed, and with a tap of her jade fingers, a jade flute instantly appeared.

"Whew, whew......"

The piercing and ugly sound of the flute came out of the woods after a while, and Xia Ye, who was sweating from Bi Yuewu's roasting, squatted on the ground.

But he felt that it shouldn't be like this, no matter how ugly it sounded, it was also blown by Lord Dongfang, right?

But after he stood up, he tried his best to control the expression on his face, and he couldn't help but wrinkle those two small eyebrows.

Bi Yuewu is now nothing less than a daylight ghost, completely stunned.

He saw the scene over there, it was clear and immersive.

A young man who was besieged and killed, knowing that he was going to die, knowing that he was invincible, he still gave away something, but he still refused to admit defeat.

No, he's actually thrown in the towel.

He wants to live, that's all.

But this small and ordinary wish made him use all his strength.

Even if he survived this time, he wouldn't be dead in a few days.

Bi Yuewu didn't know if that young man knew this, but he could clearly see that a large amount of vitality turned into something similar to sword qi, giving him strength and giving him ...... Bring hope.

Bi Yuewu didn't know what kind of fierce state he was in when the Taoist couple was killed before, but he now knew that the young man who refused to "admit defeat" was definitely much more fierce than he was then.

Wei Xia Zhi is out of mind, he can't feel everything, the real him may be asleep.

He was tired.

Or maybe he's dead, his life is over, and it's long overdue.

A few months ago, even ten years ago, his life was gone.

"Hey, hey, hey-"

The black shadow stepped out, and the dust dissipated.

The Xiang Family Cultivator, who had already felt the huge energy fluctuations of his strength, was stunned, and some of the Dao Hearts were insufficient, and there was even fear in his eyes.

"This ...... What?! ”

The one in front of them really doesn't look like a person anymore.

It's more like an ugly demon clan, no, a ghost cultivator who has been eaten by magic.

This can't be described, it should be a mad demon killed from the sea of blood!

"Everyone, retreat, he just used some kind of evil art, first avoid its edge, and kill together!"

Even if the man didn't warn, no one was going to go up and try it.

They had seen the power of those sword qi, and they looked at the strength of mediocre, but half of their feet were like breaking through the mysteries, but they accidentally injured their abilities.

The vague figure walked faster and faster, and even ran, walking like flying, huge wings growing out of thin air on its back, no longer the golden light wings it had before, nor the color of qi refining that it had never seen before, orange.

Rather, a pair of large black wings.

It's not black, it's so intense that it can only show a black blood red.

There was a flute sound, and the monk "turned a deaf ear" to the family Poxuan monk, but the speed of the vague figure running slowed down a little.

He seemed to be a little confused, glanced east, and ran again.

"Wei Xia Zhi, are you listening?"