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Chi Xiao had already sensed the imminent frenzy, like a plumb hammer striking on his heart.

"What's wrong with Xiao'er"?

"Xiao'er, go back to the hall and wait for me first." Chixiao walked over Chixiao and said softly.

"It's the young master". Chixiao saluted and fled to the depths of the ancient forest.

Chi Xiao's eyelids jumped, Chi Xiao hadn't called himself a young master for a long time. Could it be that something is wrong? Chi Xiao swept his eyes and disappeared into the afterimage of the light mist, and his heart was full of doubts.

In a flash, Chi Xiao appeared in front of the military hall. The light door on the wall of the temple has not disappeared, and it still shines with a faint green light, reflecting the brilliance of the moon shadow.

The old saint stood before the gate of light. "Young Master Chixiao, the young master is waiting for you in the hall."

Chi Xiao nodded and stepped into the light gate.

Ling Ranzi stood in front of the blood-colored aura with his hands behind his back. The beautiful figure contains tenacity, revealing a bright and beautiful atmosphere.

"Young Master Chixiao, this is the red sun you want."

Chi Xiao just approached Ling Ranzi, his divine sense hummed, and his eyes were fixed on the remnants of the blood light.

I saw that in the blood light, there was only an inch-long red blade on the hilt of the phoenix-tailed sword. The blood light flashed from the inch-long sharp point, illuminating the entire aura.

"This is the red sun"? Chi Xiao couldn't believe it was true.

"Do you want more?" Ling Ranzi glanced at Chixiao's excited and slightly reddened face.

The Void Soldier is broken, and it may still have some value as an antique. Chi Xiao's face flushed, and he nodded for a long time. "Young Master Lingranzi, this soldier can send me."

The corners of Ling Ranzi's mouth twitched, as if he wanted to say something, and his eyes fell on the inch of the sword blade on the hilt. "Of course".

The red light flashed, and the aura shrouded in the red sun disappeared. The dark red hilt fell into Chi Xiao's hand.

The cold passed through the body, and the sound of sorrow surrounded the ears. Chi Xiao trembled, his heart seemed to be stabbed, and he didn't feel tightness in his chest.

"Young master, do you have anything you like?" Ling Ranzi asked coldly.

Chixiao came back to his senses. "This one is fine".

Ling Ranzi answered and retreated to the depths of the military hall. Tap the bag and take out an unrecognizable relic. His fingertips flashed a few times, and he wrote the word "seal" in the air and said "fall". The holy relic glowed with a pale yellow light and flew into the air of the temple, embedded in an empty aura.

"Another broken soldier." Chi Xiao's eyes kept jumping, is the family background in Shengyun City so thick?

Suddenly, Chi Xiao was numb like an electric shock. Looking at the reckless sealing remnants, he was a little demented and half-stupid.

Only then did Chi Xiao think of a key question, these were all virtual soldiers, what could destroy the virtual soldiers? Could it be a holy soldier? Is it recklessly testing the army?

Chi Xiao thought well, the Void Soldier Casting is divided into six levels of Void Slash Power, the higher the level, the stronger the Slash Power, and the more powerful it is. A Level 1 Void Slash Void Soldier will be defeated by a Level 5 Void Slash Void Soldier, but if you want to destroy its formation, you will never be able to. After all, the virtual soldier has a certain spirituality, and the protection of the body is the nature of the virtual weapon spirit.

There were hundreds of broken virtual soldiers in the hall of soldiers, if it wasn't for the holy soldiers, how could the soldiers kill their bodies with a single sword before the weapon spirit escaped.

Ling Ranzi turned around and turned his face slightly. "Young Master Chixiao thinks well, these virtual soldiers are broken by the holy soldiers."

"The Holy Sword Mountain has forged a holy soldier again?" Chi Xiao suddenly asked.

"Hahaha! The holy soldier is so easy to cast, let's go! Tonight, I will feast the young master."

Ling Ranzi walked out of the military hall with a confused look on Chi Xiao and went straight to the dormitory.

The morning breeze blows softly through the hair, accompanied by the sound of mist and dew dripping between the grass and leaves, giving off a cold fragrance.

The morning fog and rain were like smoke and silk, silently drifting on the rocks in the clearing, and the cool silk slid across the cheeks and flowed into the mouth.

Chi Xiao stood in the cold fog and rain and waited for two days, but still did not see Chi Xiao come out of the dormitory. Several times, Chi Xiao tried to enter the hall domain, but was blocked by several incarnation-level Holy Ancestors.

"Xiao'er". Chixiao's divine consciousness was sleeping in the dark gray mist, and a wave of divine consciousness fed back, and Chixiao was shocked back dozens of feet.

A saint priest appeared in the foggy air, looked at the pale red sky, and the corners of his mouth were high. He scolded in his heart: "The toad wants to eat swan meat."

"Hey, this is given to you by the young master Chixiao." A dark red light flew.

Chixiao stretched out his hand to pick it up, and his palm was bloody. The heavy blood rushed in, Chixiao turned over and sat heavily on the bridge.

A burning pain spread from the palm of his hand to the entire Holy Body, ah! Chi Xiao clenched his hands and shouted, almost fainting from the pain.

Half of the finger fell to the ground, there was no blood at the broken point, and the black withered left half of the finger root. Chixiao snorted a few more times, his face was covered with cold sweat, and he picked up half a finger tremblingly. The red light of qi control spread on his fingers, and he gritted his teeth and took it several times, and half of his fingers were already blackened and inactive.

The saint sneered. "Take the red sun, get out of the Holy Cloud City".

Chixiao trembled and took the broken red sun in the air and looked at the dormitory. "Xiao'er".

"Get out!" The saint roared angrily, his eyes full of fierceness. Several holy shadows appeared outside the hall, with a vicious face, approaching step by step.

Chixiao slowly stood up, looked at the broken red sun, and put it into the holy bag. Took a step. The hand pressed against the sack clenched into a fist.

Two lightning dragons shot straight into the sky like arrows from the string, poof! Spit out two red beads and shoot at the two saints,

The blade flashed, and a terrible darkness swallowed the light of dawn like a greedy devil. The three peaks of light were like a vigorous white dragon, tearing the darkness apart. The sword slashed at the armor of another saint.

The three saints didn't expect Chixiao to dare to make a move in the Holy Cloud City, and before the fierce light and sneer disappeared, the red fire beads and blade light had already slashed in front of them.

Three fire shadows flew out, and Chixiao dodged and rushed towards the dormitory.

Before the shadow could approach the temple wall, a sharp sword slashed from the wall, and the temple wall shook out bursts of light, and the red line of fire cut through the black light, piercing the Chixiao Gate directly.

Chixiao had already prepared, and the "Ruyi Xinxin Fan" in his hand was lightly blocked, and the "Feather Leaf Clear Silk Shield" fell in front of him.

The shield shadow is scattered, and the infinite sky shines brightly. Chixiao's body was slammed, and he was frozen in the air by the powerful slashing force, and his ruddy face twitched a few times, and instantly turned pale.

Poof! A mouthful of sperm blood spurted out several feet away. Chixiao flew out upside down with a broken battle shield.

Jing Hand peeked out of the temple wall, and a claw pinched Chixiao's throat.

An old saint walked out of the dormitory, carrying the red sky with blood in his mouth and his eyes about to burst out. "I wanted to let you go, but I dared to break in. I don't know whether to live or die".

As soon as his hand tightened, Chi Xiao felt that his head was buzzing, and his soul was about to come out of his body. It was dark in front of him, and his consciousness faded away.

"Stop!" a soft voice came from the hall.

The old saint's hand loosened, but the talons on his neck did not let go.

Chixiao breathed a sigh of relief and let out a long sigh. With blood spitting out of his mouth, he looked at the dormitory with a lost gaze. "Xiao ......".

Before the word "child ......" came out, the old saint's hand tightened slightly, and Chixiao spit out a few blood blisters from his mouth.

"Let him go!" a soft voice echoed, waiting for a breath. "Xiao'er, I'm going to cast troops here, I can't accompany you."

Chixiao raised his soft head and slowly closed his blood-bursting pupils. "Xiao ......".

A few drops of sperm blood flowed out and fell into the airspace with a clatter. The light of the dawn shines on the crystal red beads, slowly falling on the snow-white lotus flowers in the forest, and a trace of red thread spreads from the tip of the flower to the petals, reflecting the glow with moisture, and gradually red through the stamens.

The old saint didn't wait for Chixiao to speak again, and fled out of the city with Chixiao, a drop of essence blood shattered in the air. "You are the fourth brother, or the young master".

Mournful voices echoed in the air. A strong wind shook the trees, countless droplets of water with sunlight dripped from the leaves, and 10,000 colored meteors fell into the depths of the temple.

The white mille-feuille petals trembled, faintly spitting out pink and delicate clusters, the dazzling sun shone on the whole blooming flowers, and the figure of the wind jade standing in the faint fragrance, and the ice clear jade dripping a wisp of sweet breath.

The pale face was dangling with the light spots of the sun, and the shadows were deep under the slope, and the dead people in the red sky were lying among the flowers.

The rain fell like silver needles in the flowers, like cow hair, and when the wind blew, it fluttered through the fragile branches and leaves like a cold tear. It's as if the clouds are weeping, the wind is crying, and the flowers are whimpering in sorrow.

I don't know how long the rain fell before it slowly stopped.

The cold gray white cloud layer, gray, very cold, the grass and flowers lowered their heads, and the branches that had absorbed enough water were bent and bent, as if they were about to fall, so depressed that the whole airspace seemed to be quiet.

The indifferent wind shuttled violently, blowing the hair curled in the branches and leaves, and the weak flowers and grass trembled, as if frightened by the hissing of the wind.

The holy body covered in muddy water moved, slowly opened his tired and bloodshot swollen eyelids, and looked at the gloomy sky, Chixiao closed his eyes again.

He was so tired, not only was the Eucharist limp and had no strength, but the heart was so tired that he had lost the motivation to beat. Heavy from the rain in his chest, unable to breathe.

The warm autumn sun shines brightly from the clouds, and the flowers look more delicate and ruddy. Jewel-encrusted pearlescent that sparkles in the sunlight. Piercing Chixiao's half-squinted red and swollen eyes.

After a long time, the pearl turned into a raging fire, and the white face was red.

Chixiao opened the "Ruyi Xinxin Fan" and covered his face, the fan shook slightly, and a few handwriting with wet marks appeared.

The hand stained with black mud covered the fan, and the words were gone.

"Uh......h Woo ......" came a heavy sobbing sound from the fan, the ribs trembled with grief, and the heaving chest kept squeezing.

The twitching sound of the stem in his throat stopped for a long time, and Chi Xiao felt a hard lump in his throat plug up, and kept suppressing his breath.

In the silence of the night, the moonlight is like water, and the ground is full of clear light. The light mist and dew did not understand the tears of the flowers, and no one could hear the weeping under the flowers.

The cool autumn wind raged the Holy Communion, and Xiao Se caressed the sorrow all over the ground. Heavy sorrow, shrouded in the stamens of the flower, the heart trembled with cold.

Chixiao's face was strangely sad and sad, the moonlight was shining, and his scattered hair was gently blown by the wind, pulling the branches.