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What would a great grandmaster be in after his soul was seriously injured?

At that time, the Qinfu Qinjun, the top ten super cultivators in the world, after fighting with the first generation of Fengxue Silver City City Lord in the Purple Mansion, the Purple Mansion Divine Soul was shattered, and the cultivation fell into a state of non-stop, and even the entire Qinfu fell for a hundred years.

After the chess saint advanced to the realm of the Great Grandmaster, his soul was seriously injured, and he was closed in the cave after that.

No one knows what kind of state this Great Grandmaster of the South China Sea is in anymore.

But now, the immortal monument has been born, and the cave of the chess saint is still dead.

Zhong Er, who was like the "Chess Saint" himself, was standing in the center of the Dao Altar, and his soul power origin was almost the same as the breath of the Chess Saint, but the state of his body was unstable.

Who is Zhong Er?

It is the rarest part of the world.

Similar to Xuan Shangyu, the purple-shirted master of the Northern Wei Dynasty, he practiced the exercises of the lower nine streams in the world.

The Art of Manipulating Yuan.

Control line puppet.

No one knows why the chess master did not speak.

But everyone knows that now he is standing here...... What it means.

"You are indeed sharp-eyed. ”

The second little master of the Zhong family looked at the forces on the top of Fufeng Mountain that had not yet entered the Immortal Tablet Gate, and said with a smile: "I see some clues. ”

General Jian, the old man of Yugong, at this moment, each stood in front of the Qiliang Northern Wei camp, with about a dozen people behind him, his face was as calm as water, and he was not shocked, looking at this "fox fake tiger" chess saint.

Jianghu guests occupy a small part of the number of people who listen to the sermon in Fufeng Mountain, and even if they enter the Immortal Tablet Gate, there are more than half a hundred people on the field.

Jian Dashen's voice was slightly cold, and he said, "The hospitality of the South China Sea is like this?"

Zhong Er smiled and shook his head: "This is not the hospitality of the South China Sea. ”

The old man Yugong put his hands on his sleeves, his eyebrows and eyes were self-deprecating, his voice was sharp but not harsh, and he said softly: "The second master of the Zhong family, don't come to harm, I pit my palace in Beiyuan back then, and now I want to repeat a good show in the South China Sea?"

Zhong Er chuckled, glanced at Xiao Tao, the son in the Buddhist camp, and said in an indifferent tone: "It was the same back then and today, but it is very different. ”

Tao Wuwu's face was cold at the moment, staring at this senior brother in the South China Sea who had an excellent temperament and was obedient to him.

She thought that the master's state was extremely poor, and she might have been taken away.

But he didn't think that the plan he laid out was to invite the master to see all sentient beings, which hurt the soul of the master, and in the end it was actually a traitor in the Nanhai Gate.

Now that Zhong Er has severed the connection with his own mental power, the soul power emitted from his body is the same as the fluctuation of his master, and it is clear that he has stolen the great creation.

Zhong Er's face was expressionless, and he said softly: "You want to kill me to get rid of it?"

Jian Zhaoxin didn't make a move, but said coldly: "There are several demons present, where is your turn to be presumptuous?"

Zhong Er laughed when he heard this.

He first stretched out his finger and pointed to the West Demon sitting on the boulder in the distance, and then pointed to Dongjun in the air, slowly moved, and moved to Yi Xiao.

"Three demons. ”

Zhong Shuang carried the collar behind Ye Shisan's robe, and his eyes swept over Qingshi and his senior brother unscrupulously, but he didn't stop.

He looked at Yi Xiao and said with a light smile: "It's just three demons." The Bodhisattva of Buddhism was seriously injured by the senior brother, the senior brother was seriously injured by you, and the master was seriously injured by the little junior sister. ”

Speaking of this, the anger in Gongzi Xiaotao's eyebrows was even stronger.

Zhong Er raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "A lot of trouble has been relieved." ”

"In the South China Sea, if you want to talk about combat power, Wu Yanhan, who is now ranked first, can be regarded as a quasi-demon, but the Nanhai Daoists are now locked in their respective caves, and that peacock is no exception. Zhong Er stood in place, carrying Ye Thirteen in one hand, and slowly carrying it in the other, with a hint of mockery in his tone: "Over the years, when has the South China Sea been so weak?"

When this sentence is said, it doesn't seem like it is said to Gongzi Xiaotao or Ye Shisan.

Yi Xiao narrowed her eyes slightly, pondering Zhong Er's words.

The entire Fufeng Mountain fell with Zhong Er's words and began to slowly rise in the wind.

It was not a sudden wind, but on the top of the mountain, without affecting everyone's hearing and vision, countless heavenly winds swirled around the mountain.

General Jian was still unfazed, and asked calmly, "Zhong Er, are you doing this...... For what?"

Zhong Er smiled and did not answer.

He stood in the center of the altar, in the center of all directions, and those who were qualified to speak to him were all first-class big men in the world. Zhong Er has been paying attention to the expressions in everyone's eyes, every expression of everyone, every mood swing, is seen by him.

Qi Liang Northern Wei Xiguan, except for Jiang Ren and the two who have been silent in Xiguan, the rest of the leaders seem to be very curious about this issue.

The look in their eyes surprised Zhong Er a little.

Some laughed dumbly.

Whether it was General Jian or the old man Yugong, there didn't seem to be a trace of panic in their eyes, but they were at ease.

In his eyes, there was even a hint of wanting to explore the truth.

Zhong Er couldn't hold back a smile.

He shook his head a little incomprehensibly, pointing to the door of vitality that was now slowly closing, and the tragic scene inside the door was unknown.

The masters of the rivers and lakes who recklessly broke into the door are probably a dead and bleak foregone conclusion.

"Can't you see that?"

"I want to kill them. ”

"Not because they entered the door, but because they were among you. ”

"So...... I'm trying to kill you all. ”

Zhong Er paused, smiled brightly and asked, "Everyone here, why do you think ...... Can you get out of the South China Sea alive?"

A word fell.

The cool sound of the sword being drawn out of its sheath slowly sounded on the altar.

The sound of swords unsheathed one after another.

It is all a master of nine products, and it is all out of the sheath.

In Xiguan, where he had never spoken, a Confucian man's voice sounded.

"Zhong Er...... I've heard the name. ”

The person who spoke was a young man with some wind and frost between his eyebrows and eyes, and his face had just faded to be innocent, with the quality of a Confucian general and the material of sword energy.

Jiang Qingyi was calm and relaxed, sitting in the corner of the camp of Fufeng Xiguan, his green robe was blowing off, and he was sitting under him, and a thin swordsman with a black hat beside him stood with his sword in his hand at this moment.

The two are not more than a foot apart, but they are in harmony with each other, like nature, like a pair of sword walls after a pair of jade, and the sword air flows between each other, and they communicate with each other.

Jiang Qingyi's back was leaning against a rough sword box, and the nine hatreds in the sword box were taken out by Ren Pingsheng, hugged his chest, and inserted the empty sword box into the ground, making a backrest thing.

No swordsman would have used a sword case like this.

The sword is more precious than life to the swordsman.

And the sword box is a sharp thing for the sword.

The most important thing in Ren Ping's life is the sword.

The heaviest thing in this life is not a sword.

Jiang Qingyi spoke softly at this moment, and his voice was not loud: "I heard that the second master of the Zhong family is proficient in the way of puppets, and this way is only available in the holy land with rich heritage, even if Qi Liang and the Northern Wei Dynasty libraries, most of the exercises that can be found cannot be practiced, and it is difficult to enter the lobby." ”

This governor of Xiguan came to the South China Sea to see if Qi Liang, a young strategist of Lanling City with the same name as himself, would appear in this holy meeting.

South Qi Shu North Light Clothes.

Jiang Qingyi was very excited, and after meeting a few "old acquaintances" as expected, he had completely lost interest in this holy meeting.

He is now cultivating extremely fast, but he is still a long way from the ninth grade.

There is no way to climb the South China Sea Holy Society's Hall of Creation, let alone compete with these first-class geniuses.

With Yuan Sizhi's ethereal slope as the future mainstay of Xiguan, Jiang Qingyi's purpose in coming here was actually just to simply meet the Qi Shu who is now in full swing.

It's a pity that Qi Liang went to the meeting was the great general Jian, and Jiang Qingyi knew that this divine sword was also a powerful character, but he couldn't give birth to the slightest sense of sympathy.

Similar to the old man of the palace hall, the two of them have the decaying aura of the old era.

If it really wants to fight, Xiguan is undoubtedly the weakest of all the camps here.

The Chess Palace and the Buddha Gate have demons sitting in town.

Qi Liang and the Northern Wei Dynasty have too deep a background.

Even if Ren Pingsheng's sword could pacify the Great Divine General Jian and the old man Yugong, he would not be able to unsheath it in front of the West Demon and Qingshi.

So Jiang Qingyi only has one wish.

May this session of the South China Sea Holy Church be safe and sound.

The most common thing in the world.

It's the opposite.

Jiang Qingyi only hated himself for not wanting the South China Sea Holy Society to have a big mess in the world at that time.

He looked at Zhong Er, and Ren Pingsheng beside him transmitted his voice with vitality, and after repeating it again and again, he really confirmed that this "traitor" of the South China Sea was nothing more than the cultivation of an ordinary nine-rank cultivator.

Jiang Qingyi didn't understand, this little second master of the Zhong family, who was so "humble" in cultivation, had deceived the reckless people of the rivers and lakes by pulling a big tiger skin from the chess saint before, why did he still want to hide the eyes of the three demons and nearly a hundred ninth-grade level masters now?

Jiang Qingyi made a very simple move.

A Jian Zhaoxin, Yang Yugong once thought about it, but he was secretly careful and didn't dare to do it.

Jiang Qingyi flicked his fingers lightly.

And Ren Pingsheng behind him flashed a glimmer of light in his eyes faintly and invisibly.

The two are almost identical.

Not far away, the West Demon sitting on the boulder looked with interest at the leader of the Xiguan Barrier, who was the sworn enemy of his demon clan.

Ren Pingsheng, who was in the Great Perfection of the Kendo, was drumming in his sleeves at this moment, his hands were loosened, and the Nine Hatreds in his arms suddenly slid down, and when he was about to fall to the ground, Ren Pingsheng lifted a foot and stepped on the hilt of the sword.

In an instant, there was thunder on the ground.

The entire body of the Nine Hatreds sword was buried in the ground, leaving only the hilt outside.

There was not a single cobweb on the ground.

An invisible sword qi rushed through in an instant, like a thunderous cheetah.

The little highness who was standing on the opposite side of Zhong Er was at the moment, his eyebrows were calm, and his head turned slightly sideways.

So the sword qi whistled against his cheek.

Ren Pingsheng stepped on the hilt of the sword very domineeringly, and indifferently watched the big head on the altar being collapsed by the sword qi, and even the whole body was blown apart.

This body, which was purely constructed by Yuan Force, was too fragile.

Zhong Er didn't even have time to make the slightest expression, and he was directly shattered by this sword qi.

This is what Jiang Qingyi has been silent, but wants to do.

Great General Jian and Old Man Yu lowered their eyebrows slightly, as if they were thinking about something.

Above the altar, there was a dead silence.

The second master of the Zhong family, who had been talking nonsense before, was directly shattered by Ren Pingsheng's sword qi like this.

Gone.

The immortal monument above the sky still loomed in the clouds.

His Highness looked up, as if sensing something was wrong.

At the moment when Zhong Er was blown open by the "sword qi", the entire immortal monument seemed to become closer.

The clouds that swirled around Fufeng Mountain dispersed in an instant.

Gongzi Xiaotao pushed the wheelchair by himself, came to Ye Shisan's side, and pulled his senior brother with some difficulty.

Yi Xiao turned her head slowly, and as expected, she saw the slightly confused look in the eyes of most people.

Some people's expressions began to become solemn.

Some people are still confused by Zhong Er's "death".

After handing out the sword, Jiang Qingyi's face slowly became solemn.

After thinking about it for a long time, the face of the great god Jian became as solemn as the old man Yugong.

Gongzi Xiaotao couldn't stand up, so he could only sit in a wheelchair, and it was very difficult to help Ye Shisan.

Ye Shisan, who had fallen to the bottom of the valley and now had only a breath of confidence, said very weakly: "You guys...... He shouldn't have been killed. ”

Dao tire coughed up a small mouthful of blood, ignoring the sticky blood stains on the placket.

He raised his head and looked at the immortal monument that was extremely close to the top of the mountain.

The clouds are pressed down.

Pressed closely.

"Zhong Er's puppet technique is essentially a trick to cover the eyes. ”

"A leaf can blind the eyes. ”

"One Death...... You can also. ”

Ye Shisan's face was pale, he stretched out a hand, propped himself up, and as expected, he sensed the fluctuations of the earth under him, and he was no longer the qi eye of Fufeng Mountain.

When did Zhong Er learn his own hand?

Ye Shisan was a little confused, thinking that when he first met the four people on the Holy Island, he ignored an inconspicuous existence.

Inside the Nanhai Division, Zhong Er's puppets can be seen everywhere.

Naturally, no one cares.

That's when he ...... Secretly learned his own Heavenly Array, the technique of moving mountains with vitality?

Ye Thirteen's lips were slightly dry.

He looked up, trying to make out where this was in the South China Sea.

I watched it for a long time.

Can't tell.

As a result, Ye Thirteen's face turned even paler.

He understood what Zhong Er meant by killing everyone, and how he was going to do it.

Because here......

It's a wasteland.

(PS:1The plot of this paragraph is difficult to write.,Written for several hours.,Still not very satisfied.,I originally promised everyone to add more.,I can only do what I can.,The number of words is deducted in front of the subscription to be added.,It's a compensation for everyone.。 2 This paragraph of the South China Sea chapter, because of the exam, there is not so much time to be meticulously crafted, the writing is slightly rough, all the pits, all the foreshadowing, I hope you can post it in the book review area, it can be regarded as a sorting out for some readers who are confused, and it will be filled in one by one when the time comes. ）