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This person is Zi Feng, but his originally demonic face has a hideous expression at the moment, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Wang Xuan, hurt me three times and twice, and if you don't break your body into ten thousand pieces, it will be difficult to solve the hatred in my heart!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he spat out another mouthful of blood. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It turned out that Zifeng was afraid that he would not have time to save the double-headed Jiao, so he directly projected the spell on the seventh layer with the help of this formation, thinking that he would rely on his cultivation in the middle stage of the Dan to deal with Wang Xuan and Ye Hao, but he didn't expect that Ye Hao's Guiyuan Sword Formation made him suffer a little bit of a slight injury, and then Wang Xuan used the golden sword to break the spell, and what was even more terrifying was that the golden sword actually followed through the formation, making him more seriously injured.

Zi Feng was now angry and aggrieved, he looked inward at his body just now, and found that the golden sword light was still rampage in his body. After a while, his kung fu caused a lot of damage to his meridians, and his cultivation actually fell to the early stage of the knot, and it was still falling.

The purple wind was horrified, spurting out several mouthfuls of blood one after another, and hurriedly returned to the eighth layer through the teleportation array.

Back on the eighth floor, Zi Feng ignored the injuries in his body, and desperately urged his cultivation to come to a mausoleum in the center of the eighth layer, yes, it was a mausoleum.

The mausoleum covers an area of dozens of miles, it is a flat-topped pyramid-shaped, fifty zhang high, a total of forty-nine layers, it looks at it from a distance, it is very magnificent. The whole mausoleum is made of huge stones several zhang square, which are tightly seamed and very smooth, and there is no tomb door or entrance visible from the outside.

There is a huge stone tablet on the front of the mausoleum, the stone tablet is carved from a whole boulder, more than five zhang high, it is carried on the body by an ancient fierce beast that resembles Xuanwu, the image is hideous, and it is roaring in the sky. Even though it was carved out of stone, there was still a monstrous fierce flame emanating from it.

The strange thing is that there is no inscription on the front or back of the stele, and it is a wordless stele.

At this moment, Zifeng stumbled to the stele, knelt on the ground with a thud, and shouted miserably: "Lord, save me!"

A moment later, a whirlpool appeared on the stele, and a vague figure appeared on the whirlpool, unable to see clearly, only to see what seemed to be meditating.

The figure's lips moved slightly: "Zifeng, what is it like, how can you be so flustered?"

"Lord, I was injured by someone with an unknown sword technique, the sword entered the body, and it could not be removed, and now my cultivation has been stacked to the late stage of foundation building......"

The figure seemed to be a little casual at first, and did not check Zifeng's situation, but at the moment he sighed lightly and said in a deep voice: "Come, I'll take a look!"

As soon as the words fell, the shadow's eyes flashed with silver, and two eyes that seemed to be substance swept from Zi Feng's body, and suddenly, the figure trembled, and said in a cold voice: "Who hurt you? Who is he? How could he use that 'Ling Tian Sword Technique'!?"

Zifeng said in a trembling voice: "It's the Wang Xuan of the Lanyue Sect that I told you, last time my clone was killed by him with this trick......"

The shadow said angrily, "Fool, why didn't you say it earlier?"

Zifeng hurriedly lowered his head, cold sweat came down, and he said hesitantly: "At that time, I didn't take it to heart at that time......

The shadow was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "Alas, I'll help you take out this sword first......

Zi Feng hurriedly said, "Thank you, Lord!"

The figure stretched out a hand and pointed at the purple wind, and a faint ripple enveloped the purple wind.

At the same time, Zi Feng trembled, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, his expression was painful, his facial features were distorted, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans.

The figure changed his fingers to grasp, and suddenly Zifeng trembled, and his expression became even more painful. Visible to the naked eye, a tendon-like protrusion swam across Zifeng's body.

The figure snorted coldly, and seemed to increase its strength, and the green protrusions swam faster. And Zifeng is gritting his teeth and insisting.

Finally, when Zi Feng couldn't hold on, the green protrusion rushed out of Zi Feng's chest, and was grasped by the figure in his hand, and at the same time, he saw the appearance of the protrusion, which was a golden sword light.

Zifeng was finally exhausted and fainted.

The sword seemed to be quite spiritual, unwilling to be caught like this, constantly twisting, as if trying to break free from the grasp of the palm, but the palm was so gripped, no matter how hard it struggled, it was useless.

After struggling for a moment, the golden sword no longer tried to break free, but turned around and burrowed into the palm of the figure's hand.

The figure snorted, and seemed to be injured a little, and the arm was no longer blurred, revealing its original appearance.

The arm was like a woman, the muscles were like condensed fat, and the five fingers were long, if it weren't for the fact that his voice was a man, he would have thought that it was a woman's hand, or a stunning beauty.

And at this moment, there was a small wound on the slender jade hand of this woman, which was caused by the golden sword light burrowing into his hand.

The figure snorted coldly and said hatefully, "Damn, how could anyone know this swordsmanship? Isn't that damn Ling Tian already dead?"

"I think back then, I was injured by this golden sword, which caused my cultivation to fall, and I was attacked by that treacherous villain, and finally ended up like this, even most of the clansmen were killed and injured, and the clan was almost wiped out. Fortunately, God did not stop me, and in the end I survived, and it won't be long before I recover, first of all, I will go to the treacherous villain to settle accounts!"

"It's been 100,000 years, and I don't know how far the villain's seal has been broken, and it's almost the same. However, even if you break the seal, you will definitely not be my opponent, and then you can see how I make you unable to survive and die!"

"Also, listening to Zifeng, that thing may be in the Lanyue Sect, and that villain has already set his sights on it. However, this time, I am bound to win! Then it will be the time for my clan to return to the Three Realms and establish an immortal foundation......"

After a few more breaths of silence, the figure seemed to remember the golden sword in his body, looked down at the wound on his hand, and smiled.

"I don't know where the kid named Wang Xuan from Lanyue Sect learned this Ling Tian Sword Technique, and he actually got the true meaning of it. But it's a pity, if that damn Ling Tian used it himself, maybe I would have had a lot of trouble, but now, this sword ray is really not enough to see!"

After speaking, the silver glint flashed in his eyes, and the golden sword that was swimming in the arm of the figure suddenly sudden, gradually getting smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, Zifeng also woke up leisurely and happened to see this scene.

At that moment, there was a vague desire and greed in his eyes, but his expression was not revealing at all, and he bowed his head and said respectfully: "Thank you Lord for saving your life!"

The figure nodded, and said in a deep voice: "Now your state is still not very stable, the task of catching that kid will be handed over to the disciple of the Moon Sect that you subdued......"

Zifeng nodded yes, and hurriedly said: "Actually, I originally had this intention, the lord will wait to see the show in a while!"

The figure nodded, fading into a blur. Eventually, the figure on the stele gradually disappeared, the whirlpool disappeared, and the stele returned to its smoothness and flatness, as if it had never appeared......

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