Zhao Datian seemed to be smiling, and he didn't seem to be smiling, Liu Xunxiang's eyes had become extremely blurry, but it didn't matter, at this moment, Liu Xunxiang just wanted to sleep well, he was so tired, no wonder the immortals were so high, in front of this towering mountain, they found that they were so small, small like a speck of dust.

The eyes were getting darker and darker, and Liu Xunxiang, who no longer had any strength, could no longer support her eyelids, and slowly closed her eyes.

And the sloppy old man, who had never made any movement, was also a little lost at this moment, and staggered to Liu Xunxiang's side, muttering something in his mouth, but the voice was too small for anyone to hear clearly.

Zhao Datian, who stood up, didn't stop him, just quietly watched the sloppy old man put Liu Xunxiang's head on his elbow, telling the past that only belonged to this grandfather and grandson, and took a step back slightly, Zhao Datian also seemed to have lost interest in the torture just now, but looked at all the monks in front of him with a somewhat complicated look.

But at this time, no one found out, even Zhao Datian, who was in the Soul Realm, did not find that in Liu Xunxiang's body, earth-shaking changes were taking place, a gray mist came out of the sea of knowledge and then began to run in Liu Xunxiang's body along the blood, every time it ran for a big week, the broken bones in Liu Xunxiang's body recovered a point, and the broken internal organs also began to grow a point, and the newly grown bones and internal organs looked more tough and powerful than before, and the meridians through which the gray mist flowed were also thicker than before, and even some of the faint and almost invisible streamers were running on the meridians, although they could not be seen with the naked eye, but they were real。

If someone could see this strange scene at this time, their jaws would fall in surprise, because this dense meridian was a vision that only a Condensation Realm cultivator could have, but this mortal boy in front of him who didn't even have the Qi Induction Realm actually had the signs of the Condensation Realm directly.

However, everyone now just looked at Zhao Datian silently, and no one knew what the origin of this moody Soul Cultivator in front of him was, but these were not there to be considered, because... There are more important things than this that need to be answered.

The black-armored monk who was the only one who knelt down before wiped away his tears and slowly stood up, and said slowly in his mouth: "I'm afraid of death, but I'm more afraid of living a lifetime of guilt, I know that this kneeling just now has made me have a stigma that can't be washed away in this life, but I don't regret it, if I make another choice, I will still be like this, the same, now that I stand up, I don't regret it, because I have already lived for myself and my father and mother once, and now, it is time to die once for my comrades, for honor, and for Qinghe Heijia!"

No one interrupted him, Zhao Datian also listened quietly, in this scene, anyone has the opportunity to clear their name, this opportunity, he Zhao Datian is willing to give, Xin Lao is willing to give, and all the fellow black armor monks present are also willing to give.

Zhao Datian did not laugh this time, but said softly after the black armor monk finished speaking: "All living beings are alive, after all, they have to fight for the responsibility and glory in their hearts, you are a monk, but also a real soldier, Qinghe City Black Armor Army, the deity remembers." ”

There was no rhetoric, no hoarseness, the black-armored monk smiled miserably, and then stirred up the aura of his whole body, and these aura instantly roamed in the body of the black-armored monk like a beast that had escaped from the trap, and even the black armor on the monk's body was about to be shaken by the impact of these overflowing aura, as if it was about to explode at any time.

The people present understood at a glance that this drumming and violent aura, where is the spell to be used, this is clearly to use self-explosion in exchange for injuring Zhao Datian, a group of black-armored monks behind him looked at him, did not do those meaningless words and actions, but Qi Qi slowly put his right hand into a fist on his heart, this action is the highest etiquette of Song Guojun's cultivation, and it is also Song Guojun's cultivation when he sees off his dead comrades.

The black-armored monk's hair had already been scattered and windless, and the pores on his body began to overflow with extremely small drops of blood, without too much modification, at the moment when the black armor on his body could not bear the explosion, the black-armored monk rushed towards Zhao Datian.

He knew very well that he was just a small little monk of the fifth layer of Qi Induction, not to mention the city lord on weekdays, even Xin Lao, a monk disguised as the Condensation Pulse Realm, was already a high mountain that could only be looked up to in his eyes, not to mention the Hua Dan Realm City Lord, who was higher than the Hua Dan Realm City Lord, and even the Soul Transformation Cultivator in front of him, who was even higher than the Hua Dan Realm City Lord, this was simply a mountain that could not see the whole picture at a glance.

Therefore, he understands very well that it is a fool's dream to bring the other party to the end with his own cultivation, and he can only seriously injure the other party by blowing himself up, and strive for a glimmer of hope for the rest of his comrades to live.

Zhao Datian still didn't make any moves, even in the face of the self-explosion of a Qi Induction Realm monk, he still stood with his hands down, and the rushing monk had already approached his side with a drumming aura, but the raging aura could only blow his hair, but it couldn't blow a trace of waves in his eyes.

Just when there was still five steps away from Zhao Datian, the Qinghe City military cultivator, who was already a bloody man, could no longer move forward half a step, but his own aura had completely raged to the extreme, and in the end, this military cultivator completely dissipated in this world with a trace of self-deprecation, a trace of remorse, and a trace of relief.

Except for the deafening explosion that was left behind for everyone, he left nothing behind, not even a piece of remain.

The remaining black-armored monks gritted their teeth so that they could not cry.

Xin Lao looked at the blood mist, his face turned as pale as gold paper, and then he could no longer hold back a mouthful of blood, and the vitality of his whole body began to be like a bonfire that was about to burn out, leaving only some residual light struggling, as if it would be extinguished at any time.

A small soldier from Qinghe City, although he is also a monk, but he is a very inconspicuous small role among monks, but such a small person, after being humiliated, wiped off the stain on the black armor with his own blood, and expounded the glory of military cultivation with his life.

And Zhao Datian also used his own cultivation to once again tell the world about the strength of the cultivators of the Soul Realm.

This Qinghe City military cultivator used his life to make a name for himself, except for Xin Lao, even if it was his black-armored comrade, few people knew the name of this self-destructing comrade, and they didn't know who he was, and he had a wife and children at home.

The Black Armor Army of Qinghe City is the Wangzi Banner Army of Qinghe City, all composed of monks, behind which is the support of the Song Military Department, in addition to cultivation, these Black Armor Army usually lead the Scaly Rhino Army to quell chaos or perform military affairs everywhere, and they are also called by numbers when they are called, and in private, everyone will rarely meet, and even if they meet, they will not have too much interaction, because they have no time to waste, waste more time on a stick of incense, there will be more danger when performing military affairs, and there will be more incompetence when protecting their soldiers, but this does not prevent them from mutual understanding and trust when they get together, because Xin Lao told them, they have the same name, called Tongpao.

Shall they be said to have no clothes, but a fellow robe with the Son?

Waving his hand to disperse the blood mist in front of him, Zhao Datian was confused for a moment, did he really do something wrong all these years? But when he thought of him, Zhao Datian's eyes became cold again, but maybe it was because of Liu Xunxiang and this military cultivator, he still said to the remaining black armor monks: "I will let the world know that in today's secret realm, Qinghe Black Armor encountered an evil cultivator in the Soul Realm, fought bravely, and was not afraid of death, so the whole army was wiped out, and no one survived, so you can go on the road with peace of mind." ”

Xin Laoqiang held up his somewhat oiled body and bowed to Zhao Datian and said, "Thank you." ”

There was no movement, but the big snake on the side could understand Zhao Datian's words, and it didn't have a well-developed spiritual intelligence to understand what these people were doing, so it didn't understand, and only knew that this person who was very close to him and afraid would do whatever he wanted, as long as he could take him home.

A massacre continued, but this time, it was the angry monk fighting against the alien beasts of the Huadan Realm, whether it was a kneeling monk or a standing monk, there was no difference, Liu Xunxiang's voice and the death of the nameless black-armored monk inspired everyone's fighting spirit and death intent, if you still kneel to survive, even if you survive in the end, it is also the Dao heart dust, how to appease the heroic spirit buried here in the future.

Although it is said that many ants in the world bite to death elephants, but ants are ants, if you really want to bite the elephant to death, then how many ants will have to die? No one can know, but they know that if they want to bite and kill this big snake in the Huadan Realm in front of them, it is obviously not enough to rely on the few remaining Qi Induction Realm and Condensation Realm monks.

For the only two Huadan Realm monks who can pose a threat to the big snake here, one is exhausted and seriously injured and dying, and the other is sealed and cultivated to be unable to move, so the big snake is like a hungry wolf in the sheepfold, the scene is one-sided, Zhao Datian no longer pays attention to everyone, but turns to look at the black statue in front of him, and a trace of memory flashes in his eyes.

Zhao Datian hated the monk very much, and from the moment he met him, he was planted with the seed of hatred in his heart, and it was not until he disappeared into the world that the seed began to germinate and slowly grew into a towering tree.

"Where the hell are you?" Zhao Datian whispered as he looked at the black statue.

Soon, except for the two Huadan Realm monks here, only one old and one young on the ground were left, and the sloppy old man was still trapped in his own memories, not caring about anything in the outside world at all, just whispering something to Liu Xunxiang, even if the monk's blood was splashed on his face, he didn't care, even if the big snake's fangs were already aimed at his head, he didn't look up.

"That's enough, take these two with me. ”

Just as the big snake was about to bite the sloppy old man, an abrupt sound made the big snake choke, and he almost choked himself.

Immediately, the big snake looked at the back standing in front of the statue with some resentment, and turned his head a little unwilling to wrap up Cang Mozi lying on the ground, this big snake obviously remembered this irascible old man who chased and killed him all the way outside Wang Pan Mountain, so he took special care of Cang Mozi when he entangled him, and the thick and powerful body twisted Cang Mozi's already injured body burst out of a mouthful of old blood.

Then he entangled Xin Lao and followed behind Zhao Datian honestly, and when Zhao Datian walked to the sloppy old man and Liu Xunxiang, he paused slightly and said: "Everyone in the world is suffering, bury him, you cut yourself." ”

After saying that, he walked straight to the statue, which should have been a hard substance, but at this time it was like a mass of water droplets, allowing Zhao Datian to walk in, and the big snake looked at the statue curiously, and then slowly swam in with a huge body.

The statue, which was less than one-tenth the size of the serpent, contained this man and a snake. Degree of literature