The speed of the arrow in the stone is fast, but the speed of the Yin soldier crossing the border is even faster!

Being personally opened by Xian Tianzuo, who had mastered the Eastern Heavenly Secret Technique of the Fog Hidden Sect, opened the pulse himself, and this kind of benefit, even if it was on the Falling Saint Star at that time, was rare.

Even if some of Dongfang Tian's personal disciples couldn't have this treatment, if Liu Xunxiang hadn't been able to get such benefits if it weren't for the relationship of Yin Tianzuo.

The method of opening the pulse does not show its advantages at the beginning, and only when it goes to the back, its advantages will gradually become obvious and abrupt.

One realm and one heaven, which contains not only the power of supernatural powers and the subtlety of Taoism, but more importantly, the most basic aura.

Whether the spiritual energy flowing through the meridians in the body is abundant or not, whether the spiritual energy flows through it is rich or not, and whether the speed is high or not, every small difference will affect the success or failure of the fighting method between the monk and the person.

This small difference will also gradually expand as the monk's own realm becomes more and more profound.

At the level of the rebirth realm, this gap has begun to become obvious, just like in the same realm, others can only urge one supernatural aura within one breath, but Liu Xunxiang can urge three supernatural powers at the same time.

Unless this person's realm is higher than Liu Xunxiang's, or his Divine Passage Method is at a higher level and has a deeper understanding of the Dao, the power of a supernatural power alone is not enough to shake three at all.

This can be seen from the crossing of the Yin soldiers and the attack of the arrows in the stone.

More than a dozen Yin soldiers were tall and tall, wearing broken battle armor, full of rich dead air and cyan fireworks, and although the spears and halberds in their hands were rusty, they still exuded a murderous aura and edge that made people's hearts palpitate.

They were soldiers who died on the battlefield before their deaths, and they were the most iron-blooded creatures in heaven and earth, and their murderous and aggressive aura after death was already a little stronger than that of other creatures.

Coupled with the blessing of the Great Fierce Sword Nian Tribulation and Liu Xunxiang's mysterious spiritual cultivation, the power is even greater, at least just by looking at the appearance, any of them may not be weaker than a ghost king in the Soul Realm in terms of momentum.

Even the gray-shirted man behind Liu Xunxiang saw this scene, and his eyes flashed slightly.

"This kid is growing up a little faster than we expected.," the gray-shirted man shook his head and sighed with a helpless smile.

The Yin soldiers appeared, and the majestic dead air spread out in all directions, and the original green grass on the ground withered, and even the sand and stones began to dissolve on their own, scattered as annihilation powder and spread on the ground.

The entire area can be said to have been completely condensed into a dead and silent enchantment, and no living beings can survive in it, except for Liu Xunxiang, this evil cultivator who changed his life against the sky!

Liu Xunxiang stood behind the enchantment, and the more than ten Yin soldiers standing behind him stopped in front of him before they could move, and one of the invisible arrows was only less than two palms away from Liu Xunxiang.

It was so close at a distance of late feet, but the feather arrow couldn't move forward half a step!

The Yin soldiers crossed the border, and relying only on the condensed death qi enchantment, they blocked the arrows in the stone.

The same scene also fell in the eyes of the ten Changing Birth Realm Ancestors of the Ink Washing Academy, but in addition to the shock, there was also an extra layer of meaning.

They were indeed shocked after seeing Liu Xunxiang's magical powers.

It's just that what they were shocked was the truth behind this supernatural power!

As the high-level of the Ink Washing Academy, how could they not know about the people who participated in the battle this time when they accompanied the sons of the sequence to participate in the battle.

Not to mention the Yin Lingming, the royal highness of the Hades Temple, is the mysterious Young Master of the Wuji Pavilion of All Things, they also know a lot of secrets that outsiders don't know, so the Yin soldiers have become famous and powerful in the Hades Temple, except for him, in the Hades Temple, the news that no one will meet has already spread to the high-level hands of the major super forces in Zhongzhou before Liu Xunxiang left the Hades Palace.

This is another reason why the thirteen people secretly came out to intercept and kill Yin Lingming.

Because they felt that the sons of their own sect's sequences did not have much chance of winning when they crossed the border against the Yin soldiers of Shangyin Lingming.

"This.... This is the crossing of the Yin soldiers!"

"How can the Eastern Regions Evil Cultivator have the magical powers of the Demon Head of the Hades Temple!"

"The Hades Temple colluded with evil cultivators and rebelled against the way of heaven?"

The eyes of the ten people were suspicious, only the gray-shirted man's fingers hidden under the wine bowl moved slightly, and outside the space where the word was fixed, there was a faint layer of confinement, and it was a stronger confinement than the word confinement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is not the time for you to be curious. ”

In front of more than ten Yin soldiers, Liu Xunxiang's white hair was flying, and her clothes were blown over and dancing by the dead air, grinning.

He looked at the ten people and said in a cold tone: "Since I let you see the Yin soldiers crossing the border, it means that I will not let you have another chance.... Get out alive!"

"Arrogance, Eastern Regions Demon, do you think you can be lawless if you steal the magic power of the demon head of the Hades Temple, we came today to kill the little demon in the Hades Temple!"

The strong man urged the aura and controlled tens of thousands of arrows in the stone, wanting to break through Liu Xunxiang's death-dead qi barrier and kill him.

Only the eldest of them all, the sage, heard this, and his eyes gradually showed a look of disbelief, and he said in a trembling voice: "You.... You're Yin Lingming!"

"What ?!!!"

The other nine looked sideways, confused.

Without waiting for everyone to ask, the old man hurriedly said: "The Yin Lingming in the Hades Temple is what he pretended to be, and the real Yin Lingming may have already died in his hands, which is why the Eastern Regions Evil Cultivator has never come out since he entered the White Bone Abyss!"

One of the young Confucian students only felt dizzy for a while, and said, "Senior Brother Zisong, how is this possible, didn't you say that the Eastern Regions Evil Cultivator had died in the White Bone Abyss at that time..."

But when he said it, he regretted it.

Because he reacted, the dead young master of the Eastern Regions in his mouth was standing in front of him alive now, and he was still very powerful.

"His evil cultivator is not dead at all, I am afraid that the one who died is the real Yin Lingming of the Hades Temple, in this way, he can explain everything in front of him, the evil cultivator is not dead, but no one in the several major cloud realms in Zhongzhou can find him, then only this method is the most perfect disappearance. ”

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The seventy-two sages are not only cultivated to reach the realm of rebirth, but also all of them are intelligent people, and after listening to the inferences of their fellow disciples, they immediately understood the reason and restored a seven-seven-eighty-eight.

Liu Xunxiang silently watched their inferences and did not rush to make a move.

In his opinion, the few people in front of him are already dead people, and it doesn't matter if the dead know something, anyway.... They can only be a ghost who understands, and they know but they can't tell others.

"Very good, since you are Yin Lingming, it will also save us a lot of trouble, kill you, and the air in this world will become much fresher. The stout man shouted in a rough voice, and at the same time, at some point, there was another wine gourd in his hand.

"That's right, killing him is equivalent to killing Yin Lingming, the little devil and the Eastern Regions Reverse Cultivator, the merit is immeasurable, I can't say that we can also use this to break through to the Yunxiang Realm and become a sacrificial wine!"

Like other sects, there are three sacrificial wines in the Ink Washing Academy, in addition to the great sacrificial wine cultivated by the waste willow incense, there are also two sacrificial wines on the left and right, and these two people, without exception, are also powerful in the Yunxiang Realm.

The eighteen kings of the Hades Temple want to compete for the position of Yin and Yang judges, and the seventy-two sages of the Ink Washing Academy will naturally compete for the position of sacrificial wine, which is a truth.

As soon as these words came out, in addition to hatred, several of the ten people immediately had a little more inexplicable look in their eyes, and when they looked at the surrounding colleagues, they did not have the purity of the same hatred just now......

Liu Xunxiang took this scene in her eyes, revealing a hint of mockery.

Sure enough, as long as there are people, there will definitely be intrigues, even if it is a holy place of literature and morality with a dignified appearance and full of benevolence, it is also filthy inside.

He sighed, glanced up at the sky, and said, "It's getting dark, since you've guessed it, then don't delay time, let Liu come and invite you on the road...."

Under the clothes, the crimson vermilion bird loomed, soaking Liu Xunxiang's white clothes into a blood-colored, and the two flowers in the dantian also rotated wildly, and the cultivation and Nian Tribulation, which had been recuperating in his sea of consciousness after the battle of the two Zen temples in his sea of consciousness, also ran on their own.

The fierceness of the Nian Tribulation was glued to the spirit of cultivation, and after the tempering of the two living flowers, it was integrated into the Yin soldiers behind him, the war horses neighed, the iron hooves trampled, and the nameless deep mountain was stepped out of a human-wide crack.

From a high vantage point, it looks like a mountain grinning, accompanied by a creepy laugh.

"Stop him!"

"Magical powers, stop fighting for martial arts!"

For a time, the golden light was shining, the ink was fragrant, there were mountains and rivers, there were the shadows of saints toasting to the moon, there were strange flowers and beasts, there were the rotation of the sun and the moon, and all kinds of magical powers, all of them met the lifeless armor-breaking remnants.

The ten reborn realms once again urged the gods to resist the crossing of the Yin soldiers, but these Yazheng supernatural powers that carry the talents of the world are no better than these undead soldiers who drank blood on the battlefield and drank the enemy's head.

Under the trampling of the Yin soldiers and iron horses, the magic power of the Ink Washing Academy was like a papier-mâché tiger, which was instantly shattered by the collision.

"Since ancient times, it has been a show to meet soldiers, and it is reasonable to say that it is not clear, and every day when you open and close your mouth, you will only talk about soldiers on paper, and you dare to face this fierce iron horse, which is really pedantic and ignorant. The gray-shirted man sneered.

In his laughter, there are halberds in the hands of Yin soldiers to pick and kill people, there are war horses with only skeletons left to trample people, there are knives to cut off people's heads, and there are also afterimages passing through people's chests......

The Yin soldiers cross, and the living retreat!

Don't retreat, die!

"Run!"

Originally, the sages who still wanted to calculate their fellow disciples, and then kill Liu Xunxiang and swallow merit alone, at the moment when their magical powers were broken, blood spilled from their mouths and noses, and their eyes were filled with fear, and they didn't turn their heads back into streamers and wanted to escape.

"Zisong, quickly untie the spatial confinement!!" As soon as a sage rushed into the sky, he was hit on the head and bled out, and his face was hideous.

The old man was already quite old, and he was hit by the iron hooves of the Yin soldiers, and the bone frame on his body had been scattered for three points, and when he heard this, he immediately scolded: "The imprisonment was broken long ago!!"

Indeed, as early as when the Yin soldiers appeared, the magic power of one word had already been broken by Liu Xunxiang.

The confinement they encountered at the moment was arranged by the gray-shirted man of the old monster of the Divine Mystery Realm, and on the Falling Holy Star, there were less than ten people who could break through this barrier.

Obviously, the people who can break it are not among the sages of these Ink Washing Academy.

"Rapid transmission!"

"Biography...... I can't get it out!!"

"How...... Poof"

Several people fled, and one of them had a sudden voice, but it was Liu Xunxiang who followed closely and personally chased after him.

He threw the head of a Rebirthing Realm Ancestor in his hand from the air at random, looked at the rest of the people, licked his lips, and said gloomily: "It's time to finish......

With white hair and white clothes, Liu Xunxiang is like a killing immortal who walked out of the painting, every time he waved his clothes, one person died, and in just a few breaths, there was only one person left in the field who could still breathe.

The pungent blood and the severed arm and body made Zilang come back to his senses, and he looked at Liu Xunxiang who was walking towards him, in addition to anger, there was also a trace of fear in his eyes.

He was also present on the square of the Ink Academy back then, who would have thought that in just a few years, the young master of the Eastern Regions, who was like a lost dog, had grown to this point......

"Senior Brother Zifei, you are right, you ...... shouldn't let him get out of the sect mountain gate alive......" In Zilang's eyes, one palace after another collapsed, and the place was covered with a sea of blood-colored fire, and the wails in his ears and the sound of begging for mercy were endless.

In the void, a cold gaze stared.

That's the Ink Academy!

And the owner of his gaze is the white-haired young man who is now walking towards him!

He saw the scene when Liu Xunxiang came to the Ink Academy again!

"You will regret it, the Ink Washing Academy is even more terrible than you imagined, you will regret it!" Zi Lang looked like a madman, and then, in Liu Xunxiang's indifferent gaze.

Smash your own heavenly spirit with one palm!